Chapter 17 - Light at the End of the Tunnel

Light peeked around the edges of Aeris's vision. Its bright white blinding her when she managed to get those eyelids up. Her hands slid over her eyes, blocking the sun. She groaned, a sob shook her body for a moment, as memories washed over her.

Someone shook her arm. She shifted and turned that direction, still disorientated by the light. The hooded face of Lucas greeted her. She knew she was safe then. But still, what had happened… She shook her head, and tried to lift herself up, and collapsed backwards. It was then she felt and saw what happened to her. A bandage was wrapped around her mid-drift, soaked through with crimson blood. Her eyes widened.

“They started trying to kill you when you collapsed.” Lucas explained. At the edges of her vision, Aeris could see War and Famine relaxing against a tree, tending to their own wounds. Lucas had none that were visible to Aeris. “Speaking of which; your betraying friend isn’t dead. A priest resurrected him as they left. He gloated in laughter when they began their retreat, staring at you.” Aeris felt a small wave of relief, and large one of worry. Why was Roul suddenly so against her?

“We recovered some information, though the primary objective was lost, they did manage to escape with the majority of their force. They didn’t seem to keen on continuing fighting us, and we didn’t take the chance of death. We collected and looted what we could as they began departure.” He looked at her; Aeris could almost feel his sad eyes looking at her, though she had never really seen them. “Most influential to your disposition at the moment, we found a full correspondence between Roul and an unnamed recipient.” He handed her a bundle of papers.

Struggling, she pushed herself against a tree, so that she could read them. She couldn’t move a whole lot right then. But managing to get the papers in a viewable light, truths were revealed.

Addressed to whom it concerns:

I have found my way free of the Alliance forces, and have rejoined the Horde. I was forced into those events. If I might prove my dedication in some way, I will do it. I cannot betray the Horde, they are my people. I don’t know what’s wrong with Aeris, but she wants to strike back, she feels that –we- betrayed her.

-Roul Brightfinger

Addressed to Roul Brightfinger:

It is good to see that you have seen the err in her ways. I will grant you a pardon, if you can perform an action that I have need of to be done. But first and foremost, I need to know this of you: do you, in fact, still harbor feelings for your one time love Aeris Hawkrider?

-Who it Concerns

Addressed to whom it concerns:

I do not any longer harbor the love I once held for Aeris. Sitting here, amongst my people I have realized how much of a monster she has become. My mind had been clouded by myself, disillusioning myself to the truth. She changed when she stayed in that cave. When she came out, she was not the same woman, and I have realized that now. The Hybrid must be slain.

-Roul B.

To: Roul Brightfinger

Good. Here is what you are to do. In assisting in this event, you will have reclaimed your place amongst us. You are to travel with the convoy of Mana-Knights, our new soldiers being built to kill these Riders. They will attack, you are to grab Aeris’s attention, and have the Lieutenant run you through with a blade. A priest will resurrect you afterward. Fear not.

-WIC


Aeris sat back in shock. She had not expected this out of the man who had once claimed eternal love for her. She felt utterly shattered to the core. She felt betrayed in her heart. She had opened herself to him and what had he done? Turned it back on her. Darkness closed back in on her eyes, giving her the peace of rest once more.
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She rested on a soft bed, warm blankets enfolding her. She snuggled up against a warm object nearby. Sighing contently, she pushed away the negative memories, to be in this moment, warm and content. Faintly, she heard a remark. She blinked her eyes open steadily, wakening to the world. With a yawn she spoke softly, “Whass goin’ on?” She said intelligently.

Next to her sat an embarrassed Horsemen of Death, squished up against her virtually naked body. She wore only bandages, clean and freshly changed, wrapping across her whole abdomen, and a little bit around her shins. Her boobs threatened to find a route out of the mummification holding them. She blushed a tint herself, and rolled back. She was in a medical bed, and he was sitting next to her. On the other side, the other two Horsemen stood, the girl giggling and the man with a silly smirk on his face.

Winking at her counterpart, Famine stood and pulled him by the arm, “I think we have some business to attend to, don’t you think so, War?”  With a little wave of her fingers, the two departed, silly smiles on their lips. Aeris was blushing and shooting daggers at them with her eyes, as they departed.

Settling into her situation, she found a nice position in the bed and pulled the covers up to her chin, relaxing slightly, till a bit of sleep took her over. When she once again saw, time had not gone far, and neither had Lucas, he remained at his vigil, a statue warding against the evils of the world. She caught his attention, and began speaking to him of what had happened, of the horrors in her mind that came from all that Roul had done. Aeris told of all the sadness and upset and disparity in her heart.

He didn’t say much, but lent his shoulder to cry on, and his embrace to hold her sobbing body. Her tears soaked through his shirt, as they poured a waterfall out. She worried aloud over issues that didn’t really matter. She talked trivial talk between each sob. She lay on his shoulder some more. She turned to say something. Instead of words and a kind, albeit hooded, face, she found a mouth awaiting hers.

She made no motion to stop him, and slowly adjusted to the feeling. Unlike Roul, he didn’t merge his feelings with hers; it wasn’t her being beaten up by the mob either. It was something in between. She gave herself to him, letting his mouth pry into hers and explore its reaches with his warm tongue. His hands wrapped around her waist, holding her to him. Her hands rested against his chest, in a feeble gesture of resistance. But she wanted this, Lucas had been good to her, if nothing else, he deserved a reward.

But she felt a flare inside him, she felt the burn of his desire, she knew that this little reward would not be enough to saturate his hunger for her. She pointed towards the sleeping quarters of there little system of buildings. He eyed her; a bit surprised, but grinned softly. With a sweeping movement, he hefted her up in his arms and hauled her to the bedroom.

Once she had been strewn across the bed, she lay sprawled, a helpless expression on her face. For so long, she had been the warrior, for so long she had been the thing to fear. She wanted something to fear, she wanted to feel helpless in something’s grasp. His grip on her did just that. She relaxed and did not struggle; in fact, she gave in to his every wish. The sun began to drift into the horizon, and Aeris lay in her bandages next to the man, who pressed against her naked. Her wrists were bound and latched to the top of the bed. She struggled against them feebly, a thin sheen of sweat decorating her body as the bandages were slowly torn off.

The scar across her stomach was gone, healed by a priest in her unconscious period. Arms in the air, body barred, she licked her lips, awaiting what was to come. A soft flick of something warm and wet and a prying sensation in her cunt told her what was up. His tongue flicked across and around the nether lips, urging them to wet themselves. The tip flicked her bud, electing a gasp and moan from Aeris. Another moan grabber came from his sudden penetration with his tongue, it flexed around inside her hole, rubbing against the walls and roof in a rotation. Whirling and twirling it urged his counterpart to grow damp and ready, her fluids beginning to seep out.

With an insert of his finger, he had her primed. It pumped in and out, and a second finger was added. They moved in a piston like motion, one in, one out, back and forth, swirling inside before pulling out. Together they elated gasps from a bound Aeris, who struggled against her bonds. He stuck a third finger in her, and in tandem they worked, urging her closer to orgasm, and progressing the waterfall of her honey onto the bed sheets. His left hand rubbed along her legs and against her back, teasing her back hole with the occasional poke, but entertaining itself with the taunting of her flesh.

His fourth and fifth fingers came together, till it was his whole hand pumping inside her, squelching as fluids plopped around them, and Aeris shouted in ecstasy, her release coming closer and closer. His left hand came around and pinched at her clit, rubbing and pulling at it. She cried out in orgasm, as fluids poured out. Lucas lapped them up like a wolf at a water stream. His fingers exited, cleaning themselves off in his mouth. He slithered up her body, to her breasts, groping them with prying fingers that danced across the sensitive flesh. They pinched and pulled at the flesh, his soft kisses traveled up her body, starting just below her belly button. She reacted to the motions, flexing her body in a number of ways, panting and struggling against her bonds. Her body was soaked to the bone with her sweat, breath pluming before her.

She let out a low moan as his mouth found one of her erect nipples, nipping at it, tongue taunting the tip with a teasing flick. His left hand worshiped the other tit with a faithful desire. A soft sucking motion developed on her left breast, as his mouth worked it. She gasped out, and milk came softly from it, into his eager mouth. After satiating his desire for that fluid, he slipped up her body to kiss her, hands reaching down and spreading her legs, and then crawling back up to feel her boobs.

Hitching up Aeris’s legs, Lucas primed his hips, leaning back. His thrust brought his cock to the hilt inside her. Though not as large as Roul, he was quite sizeable for a human, and that found its usefulness as he pounded away at her. His lips had left hers, and he now hovered over her in his fit of lust. Grunts and huffs came from both of them, and the slapping noise of wet flesh hitting itself over and over, as he worked her lower body. She gasped and bucked her hips at the feeling, struggling against the bonds holding her hands.

With a sudden, deep thrust, he sent her over the edge a second time, her orgasm rocking her bound body and forcing her to wriggle in position, and only wet his manhood more as he slipped in and out of her slit. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, the soon coming of his cum.

She wrapped her legs around him, holding him inside and against her. His hands tugged at her breasts, and with a triumphant roar, finished. She let her legs loose and he pulled back, spraying across her exposed and helpless body. She giggled as she felt the warm, sticky fluid splatter across her tits, face and abdomen. She shivered in the sensation of being powerless and under another’s total control. And in this elation she felt the overpowering sensation of sleep take over, and into its arms she dropped off with a sudden drooping.

In her dreams, she watched two men fight over her. She saw the arm of one grasp hold of her, and another grab her breast. They argued soundlessly. She saw herself, in bed with one, and the other seething in the darkness beyond sight. She felt both of their hungers, love, and emotions boiling over in a rage of passion and fervor. She knew who they were, and what it was about. But she was asleep, and could do nothing but dream these fantasies.