Author's Note:
May contain female submission, mind-break/mind-control, monster sex, and impregnation/breeding!
Each Freya & Yin story is a alternate What-If 'bad end' for the characters. Should be no correct reading order unless otherwise stated. Although one story might subtly inform another. As of right now I have about five stories planned, but that may increase or decrease depending on how they turn out.
If you have a suggestion for a type of monster, feel free to comment.
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Freya, class warrior. Is a tall blonde with braided hair and a large bosom. Wears leather armor and carries a battle axe. Covered in distinct tribal tattoos and comes from the far northern White Stone Kingdom. As daughter of the king, she is to marry the next ruler the council selects. Instead she wishes to break the mold and become ruler herself. She quests for a monster bounty worthy to impress the council and prove her worth to become queen.
Yin, class mage. Is a short easterner with straight black hair, almond-shaped (asian) eyes, and medium breasts. Wears a tight black dress with ruffled skirt. Has a distinctive witch-like hat and carries a humble wooden spell-staff. A promising graduate of the eastern Black Mage School, she works as an adventurer with an ulterior goal to research and document the western lands for her school.
Both stood out as foreigners even among adventurers, Freya is seen as a 'barbarian' although she considers herself quite civilized. Yin often is feared as an 'evil witch,' although is actually quite timid and compassionate. As outsiders they naturally teamed up and are an effective pair, They have grown beyond mere partners, and became fast friends, Freya treats Yin like a younger sister, although Yin is in fact a bit older.
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A few months shy of 106 years old, Marcus the Great clutched his chest and died in the ruins of Fortress Wyvern outside Aberven village.
There he lie, until eventually his body was found by a...
A fearful and timid goblin!
Small and weak even for one of his kind. He was no match for an adventurer, but he was pretty sure the human was dead already. He could already smell the rot.
Then again, the goblin thought, it could be a trick.
Caught between greed and fear, he decided to rush forward, and repeatedly stab his rusty excuse for a dagger into the corpse (just to be sure). And once he confirmed the dead man was indeed dead, he went to work.
He left the dagger dug into the corpse's back and begun rummaging through the fallen's belongings. He threw away a book, a staff, a small wand and an assortment of useless things. He wanted treasure, shiny items like gold!
The little goblin searched into a small pouch and his hand wrapped around a smooth orb. A gemstone, he hoped, as he pulled it out. But he could already feel it was something more!
Black arcs of slicing chaos energy charged up his arm. It was changing him, he grew bigger, and stronger! He felt power flow into him like never before!
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Some time later.
A big orc with bright green skin jumped out at us holding a little dagger. It looked tiny in his hand. His clothes were ripped to shreds like he had recently grown twice the size.
Yin and I were prepared to clear the ruined fort of a nest of goblins, not orcs. It was never a real shock to see a variety of greenskins together, but now I had to be wary of something more dangerous. But thankfully he seemed to be alone.
I readied my axe, it wasn't worth wasting Yin's magic on a lone and barely prepared Orc.
But as I took a step forward his eye shone blue.
"Stop!" the orc commanded and there was a bright flash.
"Freya!" Yin yelled to me, "I can't see anything!"
Neither could I. Fighting blind was never good, but there were techniques I knew to mitigate impaired vision. An adventurer needed to be able to fight in the dark.
But fuck, I realized, I was frozen!
"C-Can't m-move," I grunted.
"Counterspell!" yelled the mage beside me. I got ready to move as her spell took hold...
But damn it! I was still frozen!
"It failed, it's too strong," she said.
I blinked, slowly regaining my vision. What the hell was going on? Some stupid orc not only used magic, but used a spell that Yin couldn't even counter? It didn't make any sense!
"No. You no use magic against Gorth!" he grunted. He knocked off Yin's hat and laid his hand square on her forehead. His hand glowed a brighter and brighter blue.
"S-stop it!" yelled Yin. "Stop!"
"Stop it! What are you doing to her?"
"He's... Draining me! Stealing my power!"
"My magic now. You give," he replied.
"Ahhh, Freya! Help me! Help me!" my companion begged, but I couldn't move.
My axe hung stalled in the air, unable to swing. I could only watch as he continued to drain the poor girl.
"Fressya, ssshelp me," Yin slurred, and her mouth hung open like a drunkard.
"Leave her alone!" I yelled, but he ignored me. Yin's eyes were closed and she drooled. Her cries for help had become an inhuman groan. I wanted to help her, protect her, but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything.
Yin suddenly collapsed, slumped to the ground with a thud. She looked... dead!
Damn that bastard!
"I'm going to fucking kill you!" I pushed, harder than I ever pushed before, harder than what should be humanly possible. I felt my limbs begin to move but it was sluggish, like I was pushing through mud.
The orc turned and with my sluggish blow, he was easily able to walk around me. I could feel his breath on my neck.
No! Damn it! I tried to turn but I was still too slow. I felt his hands clasp on either side of my head.
"You no strong! Gorth strong!"
"Noooo!" I screamed as he began to drain me too.
*****
We awoke as prisoners.
The ruins contained a lower dungeon, which obviously once served as a literal prison long ago. We were locked inside a dirty and dark cell. Vines covered the walls.
I was glad to see that Yin was safe and very much alive.
"My axe is gone," I said.
"And my staff," said Yin, "But he left me with everything else."
She was right, I had all my gear. I checked my bag.
"Alright!" I cheered, and pulled out a curved knife. "I can use this!"
"Wait," said Yin, "I hear someone coming!"
"Yeah I hear him," I said, "Try to distract him, and I'll gut this stupid orc."
"Okay!" Yin said, and gave me a thumbs up.
The barely dressed orc slid the cell door open.
"Come here you stupid adventurers!" he ordered.
"Let us go you ugly monster!" Yin screamed and did a good job making a fuss. "Let us go!"
He turned toward her and I lunged at his exposed back. I drove the knife towards the base of his neck with all my might. This was a killing blow.
But the knife bounced off his skin like hard armor!
"What?" I gasped in disbelief and stared at the knife. The tip of the blade had snapped off.
He turned, slapped the knife out of my hands. It was so fast I couldn't react.
"Come here!" he gripped my neck and nearly threw me against the wall.
"You too," he yelled at Yin, and threw her down next to me.
Pushed to our knees he laid a hand on each of our heads. Then the intense blue glow of his magic returned.
But it felt different. Different than when he drained us.
"Submit to me," he commanded. "Submit to me you dumb adventurers."
"No!" I yelled and my head ached with pain.
*****
Whatever he did to us made us both pass out. I didn't know for how long, but I woke up hungry as hell. I dug through my pack and pulled out some jerky.
We were trapped by some super-orc and I couldn't think of a way out.
Would someone come save us?
Probably not. It wasn't a direct bounty, just a rumor of goblins we heard in Aberven. It'd be weeks before we were considered missing and the Adventurer's Guild sent anyone to our aid. It would take them even more time to track our location.
"We need to do something, but what?" We couldn't fight him directly, we were too weak to directly counter his magic.
"I have an idea," Yin said, and held up a blank scroll. "I can modify it into a recall scroll, to take us back to Aberven. I can slowly channel, and eventually fill it. But... I have so little strength now. It will take a very long time."
"You can do it," I encouraged but she didn't seem enthused. I put my hand on her back. "We've been through so much, so many close calls, we'll get through this too! We can make it!"
We just had to survive long enough.
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I heard him approaching. Yin was too focused on the scroll to notice.
"Hide it," I said and pointed to the scroll. Above all we had to protect that scroll, it was our best and maybe only way to escape. She put it back in the pack at the corner of the cell.
He opened the cell door and I immediately charged him.
Normally a single orc I could easily take with my bare hands. This time my attempt was farcical. I couldn't even land a single hit. It was like I'd never thrown a punch before, and the orc countered like a martial expert.
With a few quick moves, I was left on my knees beside Yin. We were both at his mercy.
He laid a hand on both our heads and the light came back.
*****
"Freya?" Yin asked, looking up from the scroll.
"What is it?"
"I've been thinking. I think we should maybe... give in. Surrender to him."
"What?" I exclaimed, was she joking? No, she seemed serious. "He's an orc, a monster, we can't give in... we're adventurers!"
"Are we?"
"Of course!"
"How? He took my power! This scroll should have taken me a second and its been over a day. I can't be a mage anymore, and you're so weak you can barely throw a punch. Maybe we should just give up."