Chapter 3 - Bane and Drow Ranger

*This is an old story I had saved on my google drive. Figured I should probably upload it, as opposed to letting it collect dust. It's unedited, but better to let it live than just perish. Might try and get back into smut writing. We'll see. Enjoy.*


Traxex stood, watching as the army of the Radiant marched and fought through the Dire’s lands. The small creatures were inspired by her simple presence, fighting harder, each swing hitting its target, each time a caster swung its projectile it hit its mark. She sighed, shaking her head, notching an arrow to finish off one of the Dire’s sick creatures. She was responsible for every one of their deaths, her army only weakening them for her.Her army ran ahead, as she bent over, collecting spare gold from the corpses of her fallen enemies. She smiled for a moment, before blushing and returning to her stoic face. She raised her head, and looked around, a shiver running down her spine. Normally she was comfortable in the cold, but this was another sort of shiver, a shiver of fear. A soft whisper hit her ears, “You are not a true drow…”She looked out to the woods to her sides, her eyes narrowing, trying to find the source of the whisper. “Why would the Drow want a daughter as ugly as you?” The whisper continued.The Ranger clenched teeth, letting loose an arrow at the source, hoping to hit the invisible mark. The idea was planted in her head though. Her breath quickened, her breasts heaving up and down quickly. Panic struck her body. She looked around, trying to find the source. Whispers of “Drow” fluttered in the wind as a dark hand slid up to her cheek. The presence was behind her. Her fingers fumbled with her bow. “Sleep,” the fiend said. A long reptilian tongue slid from his face, licking at her ear, poisoning her mind. Her breath stopped short in her chest, until that command seeped into her being. The voice shook and trembled in the air, but it felt like sweet honey to the ears. There was a hint of love in that caress - a feeling that took her to long ago. Her eyes shot open, and she found herself in darkness. That was all there was. There was simply darkness. She felt uncomfortable. Her entire body was freezing. She thought about it for a moment, trying to figure out why it made her feel so uncomfortable. It made no sense to her, she was usually comforted by the shadows.She felt cold. Exposed. Her leathers were gone. Her hands slid up her body. Her padded fingers, rough from the string of her bow, were coarse against her smooth skin. She exhaled softly. She neary moaned. She was so sensitive - had she neglected herself this long?She reached around, reminded of the texture of a cave, suddenly feeling a tugging on her wrists accompanied by the jingle of chains. She tugged, reaching her hand up, feeling one around her neck. She grit her teeth and twisted and turned. She felt like a caged animal. She writhed, tugging, pulling, feeling them give no leeway. Her fingers pleaded for a bow, a knife, a key, anything. Her hair was matted to her face. She decided to recount her situation to herself. “I am in a cave. I am naked. I am in chains,” she said to herself, stating the facts of the situation. She tried to remember what happened before, tried to remember how she had gotten here, but she could only remember the armies clashing, pushing them towards the Dire’s Ancient.She breathed heavily for a moment, her breasts now free of the leather straps, free to move and expand as she breathed. She shifted herself, getting on her knees, looking around, trying to look past the darkness. Why couldn’t she? This was how she was raised. She was a drow. A figure walked in from the Darkness, looking down at Traxex. A smirk lined his face, as he walked in. Warts and thick hairs sprouted from random places around his face. One half of his body seemed more grotesque than the other, covered in what looked like sprouting tumors. He opened his mouth, revealing a toothy, misaligned grin. His teeth looked yellow and rotted, as he looked down on the Ranger. “Hello, Traxex…” the man said, in its native language.“Father!” She called out with confusion in her voice, but there was joy at seeing her family again. “Quick! I’ve been captured, let me out!” She asked, looking up, concerned, tugging at her chains, trying to get up. “We do not chain up our fellow Drow, what is going on?” She asked.He looked down at her, a malicious grin on his face, as he reached down, clutching her soft delicate face with his rough, greasy hands, his fingers sliding across her face slowly. She was almost comforted by his touch, closing her eyes, taken back to times of his gentle embrace, his loving ways. Despite how ugly she felt, he was always so accepting, but it was fleeting.“You are no Drow,” her father said.“What do you mean?” She asked, looking up at him, and his greasy form. While she knelt, he wasn’t much larger than her, but he still looked so imposing. Another man entered the room, more disgusting than the last. Traxex tried to stare at the new entity - the darkness clouded her vision. The feeling of something rubbed against her neck. It was bulbous - growths rubbed against her...something long and thick. She shivered.    “What is that?” She asked, shaking, pulling away from it. She put her hands up to protest, finding her step-father’s thighs. “Stop this,” she said. Her silver hair was tugged forward. It kept her in place. The scent was horrendous. It filled her nostrils as it came closer, making her want to heave, leaving a sticky, greasy trail as it moved against her soft skin. She whimpered, trying to pull away until she felt something cold prodding her neck.A wicked knife, serrated and pointed, was pressed against her neck threateningly. “Open,” the true Drow commanded, looking down on the woman. She attempted to mutter father, but as she opened her mouth, the cock was driven into her mouth. The taste was just as terrible as the smell. It smeared across her tongue, the taste of sweat, of dirt, of cum. It was clear this creature had not bathed, and it was going to use her mouth to do so. Traxex gagged, retching, trying to pull away, but the knife was pushed against her throat once again. Her eyes teared up in shame. She couldn’t understand what was happening. The taste was getting ground into her tongue, sliding back and forth. She closed her eyes, trying to deprive herself of all sensations, but the taste was overpowering, slowly gliding against her tongue, back and forth, as the Ranger shivered. He felt his gentle hand come down and grasp at her scalp. It began with a thrust. She gagged, feeling it hit the back of her throat. The drow pulled only slightly out, letting her feel the texture, the bulbous nature of his head throbbing, as the smell on his shaft was wafted into her nose. It was then that she remembered the existence of the other drow in the room. She felt his hands slide over her hips, groping and squeezing. “Mmm, you picked yourself up a good one out there...” He said, his wicked hand careening down to her bountiful ass, smacking it, watching it jiggle for a moment. He snarled and slid down, his maw opening and biting into her ass. He gripped and pulled, a playful tug and snarled, smacking again.Traxex had always considered herself attention. What this did was leave her...innocent in these acts. There may have been a snide remark from an ally here and there, but she always took it as jibes and teases. Never anything more. She kept to herself. She was her own army. She kept to the night. Her vision was sharp. There were few on her side that would roam the darkness. This kept her innocent. It made the man’s advances foreign. Her father’s cock in her mouth though was snapping her into what he wanted. She couldn’t see. Everything was dark.     Something stiff grazed against her thigh. It was hot. It had the same tell tale bulges along it. Her throat was being stuffed by her father. Her throat was opening to accomodate. She gagged on the piece of meat. She coughed. It was so hard to breath. She tried to breath - she did - but her body convulsed and shook with each breath - taking in more drool and slobber. Her throat was being pulled open by that cock and her tongue was forced to wiggle against the foul texture. Her eyes teared up - she could feel her black eyeliner - something to keep her in the shadows - start to run down her face. Her nostrils flair, trying to take in any oxygen they can. It blows on her fathers shaft, hot air blowing over it. Why were her hips shaking?     She couldn’t stop it. She felt her pussy drool. It leaked down her thigh - a harsh coldness, bitter reality. She wanted to clench her teeth. She wanted to scream.     “That’s it,” her foster-father said. He worked his hips and began to thrust into her mouth. His hand reached down, a foul clawed hand with various warts, squeezing at her supple flesh. Her ass was slapped yet again. Again. Again. Each impact left her nerves stinging and she felt that disgusting dick getting closer, pushing its head against her lips. She pulled forward, retching the cock deep into her throat, her nose against the man’s pubic region - all to get away from that shaft below her. Her silver hair was grabbed and pulled back. She felt herself sliding off of her father’s cock and her virgin lips were being spread. She winced. She cried and whimpered on the cock but her protests were silenced. Her father’s fingers dug into her chest, groping her as he towered over her.     It was a wicked process  - the penetration - a girthy cock slid into her body, boils covered the side, sliding into her, strange bumps grinding along her silken walls as he penetrated.      This couldn’t be her father. There was no way. It was just impossible. Her father...he loved her. That’s what she thought about. About how he accepted her despite how ugly she was. She knew she wasn’t something to look at - she would look at the beautiful women around her and see herself as tall and smooth.     She felt a heat rising in her. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She kept thinking about this. She was supposed to be with her family. She thought of learning to hunt in the dark. How to survive and embrace the cold. 
    The two creatures had Traxex pinned. There was no escape. The chains kept her in place. The cold made her weak. The two cocks slid in and out and the worst part - she felt her body shaking, her leg quivering. She gagged and coughed around the cock in her mouth and how her roots were being pulled - her body led to choke and gag as the cock slid down her throat. Her eyes were wide open in fear - pure fear. Her pussy drooled. Her thighs clenched. She felt herself scream.  And her voice echoed through her ears and her eyes were open. Dark tendrils were sliding around her body. In front of her was the nightmare itself: Atropos, the Bane Elemental. His hands were lifted towards the sky. He laughed and laughed, cackling through the dark woods.
    “S-S-sssso nice of you to awaken, Drow Ranger!” He said. His high pitched voice seemed to echo continuously - it pounded at her head, slamming into her mind. She tried to notch an arrow but hands clawed at her arms pulling them, holding her by her wrists. Hands slid up and gripped at her body. They groped through her clothing. 
    She screamed again. Her back was arching. Hands slid between her thighs and she tried to clench them. She felt the cold fingers trail down her flesh and sliding under her clothing. She clenched her eyes shut. She grit her teeth. The fingers slid along her rump. “What a delicious...nightmare!” he shouted, the echoing hitting her loudly yet again, “Daddy iss-shues?” He asked, cackling once again. The creature seemed to fade from sight, a dark purple wisp of smoke only for the long tongue of the demon to slide across her neck. “You’re much prettier than you think, you know,” he whispered. The tongue was cold and slid up her neck. She turned her head away, trying to resist. The hands continued to grip and grasp and squeeze at her. She clenched her eyes. The tongue climbed up to her earlobe, teasing the opening. “Such delicious thoughts,” he whispered. His mouth was agape, ready to devour what he wanted. She shouted, as loud as she could.
    The very air froze. The wind gusted and threw back the demon. Bane stumbled and stared at where she was. He chuckled, “Oh, delicious Traxex, I will have you once again.”  