This is a new age - dark and brutal, woven with the shadow of the 21st century world. Earth has grown into a savage place where the age of man was usurped by the rise of the undead, the invasion of those from the stars, the awakening of the beyond things and the ascension of the machines.
The skies parted, angels descended and demons rose, whole cities turned to sand while other metropolises swelled to greatness. In these times of sorcery and mad science, one fierce and mysterious wanderer's tales are legendary.
They call him Blackstone.
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The cold of the mist-filled place bit at the man's naked back. But he did not focus on the chill but on the warm wetness of the ethereal female he attempted to please. He nearly lost himself in the rhythm of pumping his fullness inside of her. She moaned, he enjoyed it, nearly smiling as he slid her large, plump nipples into his mouth. They tasted like the charge in the air.
He relished the warmth of her large round bosoms. He clutched her hips, sliding and feeling the thickness of her ample backside - using it to grip and give him more force with each pump. He could feel the heaviness growing in his sack, any moment he would empty himself into her.
Just then, there was a blinding flash, a burning freeze. The woman roared and the air froze. The sky cracked. The man screamed in agony as he felt his body torn apart by primordial forces.
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Feet pounded the grassy flooring of the forest.
The boy tripped. He slid on the wet grass which burned his skin from friction.
He rose up, wiping a trail of blood from his brow.
As he turned over, he saw that which had driven him hard and fast these last few hours.
But not that which had driven him away to begin with.
The ground rumbled and dust spat up into the air.
He stared at a half a dozen gnolls with a large jeep facing him. Gnolls were a fierce species that were somewhere between men and hyenas.
Often associating too much with goblins had led gnolls to adopt to re-purposing technology from the Lost Ages. This ancient vehicle had missing plates and obvious signs of battle. Yet the .50 caliber machine gun was still mounted and still working.
A head gnoll barked and drooled while licking his lips at the succulent human.
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Before the pack of hyena-men could pounce, there was a noise like metal sliding against metal, a high-pitched shriek.
The gnolls turned to see one of their group, still.
Until his torso slid apart from his legs.
Behind the grouping of furred man-creatures stood a large, dark armored man holding a large sword.
It dripped with gnoll blood.
The man had a dead deer slung around his shoulders. It was impossibly large and obviously felled by the single wound showing on its torso.
"You," he began, his voice deep and gravely, "Have interrupted my hunting."
Collectively, the gnolls howled in battle cry. The dog-like creatures manning the jeep revved the ancient engine and spun the machine gun around towards Blackstone. The gnoll pulled back on the level and squeezed the trigger; the canine man howled as the gun pounded the area with bullets. This was exemplary work, clearly goblin work, to keep a human device working this long.
Whatever flag or country the jeep belonged to had long fallen, risen and fallen again. Decals were long ago lost on the vehicle.
Blackstone moved with speed impossible for any human being, much less one his size.
He deflected several bullets and leapt up into the air, coming down with a single slice of his sword "Retribution." The jeep's gun as well as most of the vehicle's back came apart in sparks and an explosion. The driver and the creatures within it, screamed in agony.
Three of the remaining gnolls leapt onto the warrior in pack attack. One bit down into his shoulder but its teeth did not puncture the armor. While it continued to snap its jaws, Blackstone grabbed one gnoll and drove his hand into the creature's chest - he pulled his fist back along with a handful of the beast's intestines.
With a whip, the man slung the guts into the face of the other beast-man, blinding it long enough that a swift kick sent the gnoll soaring with a snapped neck.
Finally, the biting attacker was dealt with as Blackstone slammed his back into a tree- smearing the hyena-man into a smudge.
After the smell of blood and death lessened and the dying whimpering and howls of the gnolls had fade, he boy looked up to see the shadowy armored man standing over him.
The wind blew, it danced with Blackstone's cloak.
The town's true name was lost ages ago. All that had remained was left on a sign above the massive gates that obviously protected the settlement. It was known only as "Fort."
Fort had a population of some few thousand and given the small homes and amount of farming vehicles, it was clearly not a place of warriors but of farmers.
There was a series of booming blows, knockings on the gates as if something giant and gargantuan sought refuge. As the pounding continued, two men moved towards the protected opening.
"What beast is beating on the doors?" shouted one of the men.
"It is not an army, leader!" called out a sentry watching from the top of the gates. "It is Sabuk! And a man in dark armor!"
Permission was given. The doors were pulled open, creaking and whining as a collection of makeshift warriors stood with pitchforks and blades.
Some expected the sentry to be wrong - they expected an army or a giant.
They found only the boy and the armored Blackstone standing alone.
"Greetings, sir," said the leader, "I am Manning!" The leader had long blonde hair, was of good build but used a crutch and had a wounded leg. It appeared to pain him.
"You have found our Sabuk!"
"I have," Blackstone replied, "I found this child on the edge of the forest. At first, he did not want to return. He said he was escaping this place. Then suddenly, he lowered his head and asked to return."
"He will save our people!" The exclamation belonged to a man who wore a unique robe covered with phylacteries and decoration. He was clearly of some importance.
"I am town speaker Devant and the boy, he will save our people!"
Blackstone inhaled and rumbled slightly. "He is but a child."
Manning stepped forward just as several men and women took Sabuk away. There was a momentary flash of pleading in the boy's eyes that was quickly replaced by surrender. Manning's eyes had a look of sorrow and a dash of explanation.
"Blackstone," the leader began, "We are beset by a terrible force - a woman of pure power, of lightning and frost, we call her the Storm. She has shown us a handful of compatible males in our town and made it clear that we are to offer up each one to pleasure her or face her wrath. Unfortunately, any male we have sent has...failed...and died."
Manning pointed to his wounded leg. "I am in no condition to attempt to lay with her. And Sabuk is our next eligible male."
"A sacrifice..." Blackstone rumbled.
Manning now had a look of shame. "Only if...if he fails..."
Devant interjected "It is the boy's life or all of ours!"
The armored man found his hand sliding to the hilt of his sword.
"She comes!!!"
Just as the men who patrolled the massive gates to the town shouted out a warning did the doors tremble from a great force before blowing off the humongous hinges that held them.
A glowing figure levitated into the town's boundaries. It appeared to be a woman but a woman of near giant stature. Blackstone himself was nearly seven feet tall, despite her levitating off the ground, it was clear she was as tall if not slightly taller than the armored wanderer.
She was nude in form, consisting of some type of energy that was physical and ethereal at the same time. Her body was long legged yet curved. Her breasts swayed with arousing heaviness; arcing light outlined her projected nipples. Her face had a glow about it and full lips glistened with semi-cosmic moisture. She grinned wickedly.
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Blackstone stood his ground, showing no emotion beyond his shadowed face, burning eyes and battle stance.
"RELEASE, MORTALS! RELEASE!" the Storm's voice echoed and was hollow as if she spoke with the rage of a dozen. She was lightning, she was thunder. Ice and chill were subjects to her command.
Speaker Devant fell to his knees before the entity.
"Please O' great Storm! Our sacrifice will be at the giving place!"
"RELEASE SOON OR MORE OF THIS IS TO COME!"
The woman thing screamed out and bolts of lightning danced inside Fort, tearing up the ground and shattering many an abode. The air chilled with tremendous speed sending many into huddles for heat lest a cold death await them. Winds howled and sheared, lifted and hurled parts of the town with ease.
As quickly as the storm had come, it had passed. The ethereal being was gone along with it.
Fort was rebuilding from the attack. New roofs were being installed. The gargantuan gates were being
Inside the barely standing town hall, the locals were meeting. Sabuk was seated before the entire room.
Blackstone stood in the room. He listened to seemingly endless debate and incessant arguing. The armored wandered turned and shifted in his stance as if he could find no comfort.
Sabuk smiled at the giant man's growing impatience.
Finally, Blackstone had had enough.
"Your problem is an elemental."
"A what?"
"An elemental, a type of entity which appeared during the Third Age, the Manifestation. Normally they appear for a short period of time and return to the ethereal world from whence they came. But this one...I believe she is trapped."
Manning's brow furrowed.
"Trapped?"
Blackstone's horn-helmeted head nodded. His eyes simmered.
"Yes, and I believe it is through massive energy generated by a human being that this 'Storm' can free herself of this realm and return home."
Manning frowned up even more.
"Massive energy?"
"Sexually. She is claiming your males not out of tribute but, through her madness, she is trying to go home."
