Eleas First Adventure Ch 02

Elea groaned softly. It was far too early for her to wake up. Far, far too early. Slowly, she rolled over and tugged at her terribly tangled bedsheets, half-curling herself in them until she managed to achieve some modicum of comfort. The first thought that crossed her mind as consciousness and coherence returned to her was that she needed a new mattress. As much as she liked a firm surface to sleep on, this one was beginning to feel like solid rock.

Heck

, Elea thought blearily to herself,

I need new sheets. These ones are getting raggedy

and coarse

. Maybe that would be her first order of business today.

In spite of that, she couldn't claim to have slept

poorly

last night. Her body was utterly relaxed, her bones feeling softer than solid. Not a single one of her muscles felt tense, at least until she began shifting her hips to wriggle deeper into her sleepy little cocoon. A soft moan slipped out of her pretty lips, and it wasn't her body protesting her slow slip into wakefulness.

Elea's hips were

sore

, far sorer than that one time years ago that she and her older sister went sledding

minus

the sleds. She grimaced slightly and shifted again. It wasn't just her hips that were sore, but it took her a few moments to understand where the rest of the soreness was. Her vagina ached, and her butt was home to a dull burning sensation, lacking any real heat to it.

The young adventurer's face creased with sleepy consternation. "Oh," she mumbled to herself as she shifted again with a little wince. "You've got to be kidding me." She released her grip on her coarse blankets and slowly reached down between her thighs, expecting to feel something wet, knowing only one reason why she might wake up with a pain in her privates.

Confusion soon creased her consternation, and she opened her eyes to tiny bluish slits. It was too dark for her to see anything; it must have still been the early hours of the morning. Elea realized that the ache must have woken her, but something was off. She didn't feel blood on her thighs. What was leaking out of her vagina wasn't her monthly flow. It was... too thick. Too viscous. It smeared against her skin as she poked at it. For whatever reason, touching it reminded her of the dream she had last night, a fuzzy mix of scenes and feelings that came back to her out of order.

Pleasure. Looking up to her mentor. Contentment.

Proving herself to her adventuring party. Utter fulfillment. Forbidden love.

Humiliation and shock. Pride at joining the Bloodshrouds. Embarrassment and then joy at becoming a woman, having her vagina filled by a man's penis -- no, at getting fucked by a grinther's cock. With each passing second, Elea's cheeks began to heat up. She felt dirty. She didn't just dream about having sex with a grinther. She dreamed about the

leader

of the boar-men putting his cock in her

butt

, of all places. She dreamed about him making her scream out that his cock was in her asshole. "Oh, gosh," she mumbled to herself, mortified at her perversity. That wasn't what love was supposed to be like. It wasn't proper. Where did she even get the idea...?

Without things clicking into place yet, Elea slid her hand away from the cum trickling out of her pussy and pushed it down on her mattress, starting to push herself up and on to one of her sore hips. Though she winced, she found herself more focused on just how

stiff

her mattress was. It was weird. It really was as solid as rock. And slowly, it dawned upon her it

was

rock. It dawned on Elea that her blankets weren't her clean linens at all, but torn clothes and her traveling cloak. She wasn't back home at Fain, and she wasn't in her bedroom. She didn't dream any of that.

Elea was a member of the Bloodshrouds. That made her smile, even though her eyes widened to the size of small saucers as she stared into the darkness. She was a member of the Bloodshrouds. They were out on an adventure, except she had been separated and then captured by their bogeyman, the leader of the grinthers, the boar-men -- by Chrysus. And he didn't kill her. He had sex with her. "... oh, gosh," she whispered again, staring into the darkness.

She

had sex with

him,

and she couldn't even remember telling him no. And she enjoyed almost every moment of it. Her smile fell away and her expression grew troubled.

The young adventurer had no idea how long she stared into the dark, trying to think and wrap her mind around the reality of the situation. For all her effort, she managed to do very little thinking.

Eventually, something interrupted her. A few feet ahead of her, flint and steel clicked and then her lantern flared with new life, making her gasp in surprise and reflexively squeeze her eyes shut against the sudden change. Her heart began to rapidly thunder away in her chest, nervous and afraid, sure that something terrible was about to befall her, or perhaps that her party had found her and would kick her out of the guild on the spot. Then she heard

his

voice, and found her tensed shoulders starting to relax. Elea's body had already come to a decision, but it was one completely at odds with her mind and the reality of the situation. She quickly tensed up again. "Did you sleep well, little woman?"

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Elea felt so much more comfortable and at home in the cave after he lit a proper fire. A half hour later, she was kneeling across from the Bloodshroud's sitting bogeyman, the low flames burning in their stone circle between them. Her cloak was draped over her shoulders, partially covering her and providing some semblance of modesty. In retrospect, the young adventurer realized it wasn't the most practical cloak for her to wear in the field, barely going past her hips and only loosely clasping around her upper body.

Unfortunately for her, the clasp broke last night. Try as she might to close it around herself, any slight movement caused it to slip open. Each time, she hastily shifted it to cover whichever breast it exposed, flushing redder and redder.

Even with everything that happened last night, Elea was embarrassed over the thought of Chrysus seeing her tits and how stiff her nipples were -- back home, getting caught with telltale peaks poking against your top was a giant scandal. She was just adjusting her cloak again when the grinther finally stopped trying to hold back his laughter and openly chuffed at her. "Throw it here," he said in his low growl. She could recognize the amusement in his voice now. "Allow me to fix the problem for you."

Elea froze, hesitated, then rose to her knees. She wasn't about to throw the cloak at him. What if it fell in the fire? Hugging it close to her body, she stepped around and knelt beside Chrysus, facing him, only then sliding it off her skin and passing it over. Naked again and in proximity to her first lover, she could feel her heartbeat begin to pick up again - and she could feel herself begin to slicken, a realization that had her face turning beet red with shame more than arousal. She squeezed her thighs tight and tried to ignore it, wishing she could just will her body to be reasonable. "You found the clasp?" Despite herself, she couldn't help but feel a bit impressed that he knew how to fix --

Chrysus took the cloak and promptly tore it in two half, then four lopsided squares with another flex of his powerful arms, feeding the smallest one to the fire. "There," he said with a smug satisfaction, setting the rest aside. "The problem is solved. You have no need of a cloak, little woman. If you

must

cover yourself, I will provide something befitting your new position."

Elea's jaw fell open, her sweet lips forming a small 'o' as she stared at the fabric, her bluish-purple eyes widening with disbelief as her stomach sank. That cloak was a gift from her sister. It took her a good moment to find her wits and then another moment to find her voice. "My... my new position?" she all but squeaked out, slowly taking her wide eyes off the burning piece of her cloak to meet her abductor's eyes once more.

"Yes," he rumbled as he turned to face her. "As my wife. As the mother of my young. A great honor," Chrysus told her, without a hint of humour. That was the decision he came to while stalking Elea's party while she slumbered. She was young, nubile, and there was no reason for her to waste her life delving into dungeons, fighting monsters and performing other missions. Though he told her it was a great honor, his words almost immediately had her stammering.

"Y-your... your y-young?" Elea asked, her voice far higher than she would like it to be. "U-um... I don't think... women and, um..." Some small part of her hoped that he would interrupt her and finish the sentence, and an even smaller part of her hoped he would do so, slap his forehead and come to the conclusion she

wanted

to voice.

"Oh, dear, of course, grinthers and humans can't make children. How silly of me," Chrysus would ideally say, going so far as to slap his forehead and smile good-naturedly at her before launching into a full-fledged apology. He didn't say that, though. He didn't say anything at all, simply watching and waiting. Elea got the distinct sense she was caught digging a hole for herself and had no option

but

digging it deeper.

"We... um... I don't think..." Elea squirmed in place, curling her hands into nervous fists in her lap. She swallowed and finally squeaked out, "I don't-- don't think we can, Mister Chrysus, b-but I'm very flattered." To be frank, she had no idea if that was true or not. She had never met a half-grinther before. Saying those words gave her a sort of second wind, helping her find

some

part of herself that wasn't all frayed nerves. She drew a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling with it, then spoke as firmly as she could. "And I'd like to go back to my party now, please."

Chrysus chuffed again. He didn't expect her to say yes, but he spoke his honest thoughts to her in reply nevertheless. "If you continue down this path with the Bloodshrouds," he said, leaning in closer to her, face to face and eyes level, "you will die. You will die nameless in one hole or another, Elea," he said, intoning her name powerfully and making her flinch. "The Bloodshrouds will not remember you. Your village will forget you. And years from now, another party of adventurers will find your remains in that hole. They won't stop to consider who you were or what happened to you," he carried on, his warm breath tickling her face. "Before they trample over your bones, they'll stop long enough to see if you had anything worth taking, and then they'll carry on. And they," he growled, "will simply be the first of many to do that, until your remains are nothing more than dust. And unlike ash, no one will care to scatter it. Is that the life you want, little woman?"

Elea shivered, closing her eyes. In spite of his dire words, in spite of the outright horrible fate he laid out for her, she found her body getting aroused even further by his closeness. The heat she felt in her pussy spread through her body in the wake of that shiver, goosebumps raising on her pristine skin. It wasn't fair that he could do this to her. It wasn't fair at all. He was being so cruel. "P-please," she whispered back, her fists loosening, her nails digging into her thighs as she squeezed her fingers into them instead, trying to focus on that feeling instead of her growing need. "Don't be so mean."

Silence, and then he spoke again with far greater emphasis. "Is that... the life... you want, little woman?" Elea ducked her head, drawing in a shallow breath. And for a moment, Chrysus was certain she would lift it and tell her what he wanted to hear: 'no'. Whether or not she stayed with him, he wanted this girl to live and remember him.

Then she lifted her head, squared her shoulders and set her jaw stubbornly, her furious blush beginning to fade. Elea had a dream, and she wasn't about to abandon it because of this grinther. Not his words, not his babies, and certainly not his cock. "Yes," she told him without a hint of stammer in her voice. "I want to see the world. I want to map it, and learn every language of every nation, and prove that I'm stronger than I look."

For the first time in what felt like a long time -- she couldn't have been with Chrysus for more than one day and one night now -- she felt like her old self. Polite and sure of herself, even if she was sheltered, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. And then the boar-man laughed at her and she became what he turned her into again, his little woman, blushing and nervous and eager for him as much as she knew she shouldn't be. Elea ducked her head, humiliated. "Fine," he said as his laughter died. "Allow me to make my argument against your rationale, and if you still want to go when we finish, I'll return you to your party."

"R-really?" Elea perked up, a fresh smile brightening her face and the room -- if one could even call the little cave a room. There was nothing that the grinther could say that would make her abandon her dream and stay here to raise his young. Her fingers relaxed, no longer digging into her thighs. "Thank you, Mister Chrysus. I appreciate it," she told him earnestly, so sure of how everything would surely proceed from that point forward. She bowed her head to him. "I'll hear whatever you have to say!"

"Eh?" Chrysus grunted. With her head bowed, Elea didn't notice the spark of humour in his eyes. "What do you mean, you'll hear whatever I have to say?" It was gone by the time she raised her chin, blinking at him in confusion, her sweet lips parting to give it voice. Before she could so much as breathe a syllable, the boar-man plowed on. "I said

allow me to make my argument

, not

hear me out

." Then, moving quickly without even seeming to rush, the grinther reached out and grabbed Elea by the knees. She gasped her surprise, her hands flying up without any idea of what to do, unsure if they should grasp something for balance or try to fight the far stronger grinther. This wasn't the discussion she expected to be having with him! In fact, it didn't seem like they were going to have a discussion at all.

In the next instant, the boar-man was lifting Elea's legs up, pushing them back towards her as they rose. She went from kneeling to laying on her back, her bent arms leaving her hands alongside her head. For a moment, the young adventurer's long and lean legs were pointing straight up in the air and towards the cave's ceiling. She couldn't see Chrysus' face past them, only his hands grasping her knees. Shocked dumb, she stared up at her bare calves, her bare feet, and finally realized her boots were missing. There were other things that should have been on her mind, but she latched on to that, finding it an easier pill to swallow than reality itself was. "M-Mister Chrysus," she squeaked out, "my boots are--"

And then, of course, the boar-man pulled her legs apart. Her eyes darted to his face as it appeared between her splayed knees. He almost seemed to be grinning -- with the way his face was shaped, she had a hard time telling. "Not something you need, little woman. Be good while I make my argument," he ordered her. Something in his tone made her swallow on reflex and fall quiet, unable to take her wide bluish-purple eyes off his face, even as it lowered inch by inch. She didn't comprehend what he was doing until she

felt

him do it, until the flat part of his thick tongue was on the wet lips of her pussy.

"M-Mister Chrysus!" Elea tried to protest, half-gasping and half-whimpering. This wasn't his first time she felt its wet warmth on her most intimate spot. Some little part of Elea wished it wouldn't be the last, come whatever may. She tried to keep her eyes on him -- on

his

, but the second she felt his tongue on her clit, innocently peeking out of its hood, she squeezed her eyes shut and tossed her head back, moaning out loud enough to echo through the cave. Just like before, she was helpless to Chrysus' physical strength. She was helpless to the lust he had shown her, to the wanton submission he coaxed out of her so easily, though she didn't recognize it.

Chrysus' shoulders shook with a restrained chuff. He didn't let up from Elea's body, not for a moment. It would be a pleasant surprise if he somehow succeeded in convincing this willful young woman to stay behind -- if not as his wife, perhaps as the first of many more concubines. The grinthers once had their own kingdom, their own culture, and their royal family regularly took concubines from the leaders of other races as tribute. Those days were long gone, but perhaps one day Chrysus would find his people a new home and form them into a force to be reckoned with. A proud people, not a bunch of bipedal boars mocked by the other races, laying low in foothills and mountains from the likes of the Bloodshrouds.

Of course, he didn't expect her to give in. He just wanted to be sure that his conquest could never forget her first. Each movement of his tongue was driven by a clear sense of purpose in the grinther; the pleasure Elea was experiencing, the pleasure she tried to quiet with a rough bite on the swell of her bottom? It was just a byproduct of him leaving his mark on her body and shaping her future. When Chrysus was done with her, a decade from now --

if

she was alive a decade from now, with the realities of being an adventurer -- Elea would still be waking up in the middle of the night, her pussy flooding with wet arousal and a desperate need to relieve all the sexual pressure she felt. The only way for her to do it would be reliving

this

memory. He was sure of that. She wasn't his first human conquest, and she wouldn't be his last.

The young brunette's body began to win out over her mind once more. She began groaning through her bitten lip, then released it altogether and let out a breathy moan, her hands slapping down on the cave floor. Her dexterous digits curled, her nails clawing futilely at the unyielding cold stone she laid upon.

I-- I need to get him to stop

, she thought dimly to herself; everything in her world felt dim compared to the brightness of his tongue pleasuring her pussy. But when Elea parted her sweet lips to beg him to make a real argument, to have an honest-to-goodness debate with her, she could only cry out wordlessly.

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, whimpering in its aftermath without knowing if it was in frustration or arousal. All she knew was

it's going to happen again, it's going to happen again...!

This is too embarrassing!

As a young girl, she constantly heard stories of love and romance, filling her with so many preconceived notions about courtship and what married life would be like. None of them were anything like what happened to her last night, and none of them were anything like what was happening to her now. And with how he was holding her legs open, Chrysus could see every part of her. It slipped Elea's mind entirely that Chrysus already

had

seen every part of her. It slipped her mind entirely that he had already

claimed

every part of her. A mixture of confused shame and humiliation began to fight her pleasure.

When she started to struggle against him, trying to force her knees shut, she thought it was to hide her pussy from him, to cover herself and regain a sense of decorum. However strong the alliance of her shame and humiliation was, though, her body's natural and lewd reactions to Chrysus' skilled tongue were

far

stronger. The alliance didn't have her knees trembling against his powerful grip. It was her quickly encroaching orgasm making her body react on instinct, desperate to wrap her thighs around his head and lock the boar-man in place until she got what she truly needed from him. "Mister Chrysus," she groaned out, her back arching as she tried to flex and roll her hips up against him. The fur on his face occasionally tickled her inner thighs, making her squirm all the more.