Chapter 6 - Unfulfilled

Gliding through infinite darkness. Streaks of purple mist… tendrils… reaching for her. Almost touching… retreating. Further and further she fell… the bottom was near, she could feel it… coming closer… she knew it would be the end of her. 


‘Wake up’... 


Her eyes fluttered… 


“Alana…”


A soft voice… somewhere from up above. There was something in that voice. Love? Pride? Hope?


“My child. I can’t remain with you for long… you must listen to my words. I know you have suffered greatly, little one. Your suffering will soon be over.”


Alana felt the words in a deep recess of her soul. It warmed her, woke up something in her that had been asleep for a long time now.


“You carry my blood within you, Alana. It is my blood that marks you for the spawn of the dark gods. The Reveler has made great efforts to place his seed in you. Beware of his seductions. If he succeeds, you will breed him dark and powerful champions. You must resist! Do not let the waves of his pleasure reach you. Flee and reach my waters. Come to the pools of Shalia! Bathe in them and receive the seed of a loved one and you will break the dark curse. This is the only way to rid yourself of the seed of Slaanesh!”


Ulrich had not slept that night, waiting in constant fear of last night's occurrences repeating themselves. While the miner hadn’t returned and Alana had fallen into a deep, uneasy slumber, he had lied there, scanning the camp with puffy tired eyes. Finally, as he felt the misty fingers of sleep touching him, the first travelers began awaking around the still smoking fireplace. 


Shortly after, he had awoken Alana, her empty eyes barely recognizing him, as they began their long march for another day. Again, they hardly exchanged words during another awkward morning. Ulrich almost felt like this had become their new routine. The poisonous cauldron of emotions would boil over in the night, leaving a stinking, stained pool in the morning. Shame warred with unfulfilled arousal and lingering hunger, anger and loss… It almost felt like it would be too much for Ulrich, when he allowed himself to listen to his emotions. But he’d shut his inner voices up, looking to Alana, quietly trotting along the road with a lowered head.
Eventually, when the awkwardness became too exhausting, he strode up to her, offering her an apple he had gotten from another traveler. She seemed thankful but declined it. 


“I had a dream again, Ulrich…”


“Let’s not worry about that stuff as lo-”


“It’s nothing like that…”


She explained to Ulrich how someone else had spoken to her. Nothing deceptive or sexual had occurred in the dream. The words she had heard appeared to be the only possible solution to her predicament so far. So, he spoke to Merida, who confirmed that there was a place called the pools of Shalia. Many Kislevite members of the cult would complete a pilgrimage to the waters. They were said to have a cleansing property. It didn’t take much for Ulrich to decide that they had to try and reach them, hoping that they would make it in time. 


And so it came, that one morning, they broke away from the group. Merida was the only member of the group that seemed to care. She seemed genuinely concerned as she wished them luck. Her parting present had been her flask with holy water, which she gave to Ulrich.
Heading south along the foothills of the mountains, the forest had grown denser and thicker as they followed the old trail. Ulrich had mixed feelings about departing from the group. As darkness began falling over the forest, he felt Alana’s demeanor change once again. She seemed more restless and there was that old hunger in her eyes again. Ulrich wasn’t certain that he had the energy to watch over her that night. And so, with great effort, he managed to convince Alana to carry Merida’s flask, along with a promise that she would use its contents to fight her unholy item.


The next days passed in a blur for Ulrich, as exhaustion began overtaking him increasingly every day. They had been on the road for weeks now, marching all day, nearly every day. Alana’s changes kept progressing, despite her valiant fight against her ever-returning assailant. Her arousal had gotten worse, turning into an almost uncontrollable hunger.


One night, as they lay beside glowing embers of the dying fire, it was Ulrichs turn to fall into deep dreams. He knew he was dreaming and yet this did little to calm his nerves. He was with Alana, running through the forest. Feral yelling and screaming echoed through the dense trees, as their pursuers followed them through the thick underbrush. Alana kept stopping and Ulrich would notice it too late. Every time he would run back, shake her and implore her that they had to flee and she couldn’t stop. Then he was back at that faithful town square. Watching in agony as Alana got pounded by the plate armored warrior with the horse cock. In his dreams, he cradled Alana, whispering words of encouragement, as he watched the veiny shaft, slick with wetness, retreat out of her lower lips, before it relentlessly disappeared in her again. He felt the pressure of the warriors' thrusts, pushing Alana into him…
As he felt his arousal build, the scene switched again. With his hand on Alana’s full butt, he held her against the tree, as they moved rhythmically. He felt her tightening warmth around his cock, taking him in. Every time he pulled out of her, he felt the ice-cold wind around his cock, aching to bury himself in her warm wetness once again.
He felt the fabric of the dream drift away. Trying to grab onto it, he refused his returning senses. His unfulfilled arousal pushed him slowly back into reality and yet he still felt her. He felt his rod, hard and swollen, ready to burst. As he heard the sounds of the forest around him, he realized that he still felt wetness between his legs. As his tired lids opened, he shifted uncomfortably. Then he looked down, seeing a head with blond hair between his legs. It took him a few seconds to understand what was happening. Alana! She was sucking him off! 
His still foggy mind felt like a welcome excuse as he closed his eyes again, feeling her mouth glide up and down his penis. He heard the quiet noise of wet gulps when his head hit her throat. He felt her lips reaching, touching his base as his entire length was enveloped by her hot, wet mouth. Then he felt her lips pressing around his erection as her tongue pressed into him.


“Alana…” he whispered.


She ignored him, instead moving her head quicker. Ulrich felt the impending orgasm building under the relentless suction and friction of her mouth. Then, she stopped. His swollen purple head, now accustomed to her warmth, sent shivers through his body as the icy cold wind touched it.


“Not nice, is it?” Alana asked him, a surprising amount of hostility in her words.


“What?”


“If you won’t let me relieve myself, I’ll show you how it feels…”


“Fuck…” Ulrich shut his eyes, turning to his side. His unfulfilled lust crashed into him like waves in a storm. With effort, he pushed the need to climax away.
It was still in the middle of the night and he felt a blanket of sleepiness still gripping him. If only he managed to drift away again, he could deal with this in the…


He heard a sound, very quiet, but somehow it drew his attention in. He cursed inwardly, ignoring it. Then it occurred to him. That quiet wet fapping sound… Alana was masturbating… He cursed again. He knew he had to stop her, but he could barely muster the strength to stay awake. When he felt himself slip away, a spark of panic passed through him, as he understood what he had to do. 
He sat up, looking down to Alana who lay right beside him. She lay on her back, had pulled her dress up to her hip, where one hand disappeared between her legs. The rhythmic circling motions under the cloth betrayed her.


“Alana, you’ve got to stop it. "You know that…”


“I don’t care anymore Ulrich. I don’t care what happens. I just need this now…” She whispered beneath closed eyes. 


“Fuck…” Ulrich clenched his jaw, as he leaned over, tightening his grip around her forearm and pulling her hand out from underneath her dress.


Venom flashed in Alana’s eyes. 


“Get fucked…” she hissed, as her hand jumped up to his throat. He was tired and caught off guard, as she managed to push his back to the ground, her hand restricting his breathing.


“Did I ever ask you for anything, you fuck?” She whispered, threateningly, her face just inches from his. Her pupils darted from eye to eye, as she searched his gaze. She slipped a hand down his pants, grabbing his balls in a tight grip.


“I don’t need your help Ulrich. I honestly don’t know why you care so much. It’s not like I’d do the same for you.”
Ulrich gasped as her hands squeezed his sensitive jewels harder. Fiery pain shot up his abdomen.


“And you’re a fucking liar. You’re so fucking hard, you could put a whole in a wall with that thing. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t give anything to fuck me. I’ve seen your looks. I know it turns you on every damn time. I bet you would have jerked your cock to me getting impaled by that … monster, if you hadn’t been tied up, you sick fuck…”
Her hands were around his shaft now. She reached up with her thumb, letting it glide over the little slit in his cock head, spreading the wetness that had leaked from him with a circling motion. Then, she began rubbing him, as his breathing became quicker.


“Stop it…” He murmured, not very convincingly. She still had one hand on his throat, staring right into his eyes without flinching, as she kept rubbing his dick.


“It’ll be like last time… You’ll act like you don’t want it and then… you’ll come inside me again…”


Weakly, Ulrich tried to move but Alana didn’t budge. Instead, she rubbed him fast again. She positioned herself now, putting one knee on either side of his hips, as she began pulling up her dress.


Ulrich grabbed her and threw her on her back. Then, rolling her over on her stomach, he began tying her wrists together with a piece of rope.


“FUCK YOU!” She screamed, as she rolled around underneath him, trying to get away. 


When she felt that her efforts were fruitless, she quieted down. Scooting away from him, she watched him silently, with murder in her eyes.
Ulrich knew that time was running out. He had to get her to the waters quickly. If those leather tendrils shot into her now, he doubted she would have fought them. He would have to leave her tied up again in the hopes that she wouldn’t find some other way to fulfil her need while he was sleeping.

