Corrupted Heroine

Chapter 2: Elven Curiosity

by Jannox

Tags: #cw:gore #cw:noncon #cw:sexual_assault #cock_growth #corruption #dom:female #f/f #fantasy #girldick #pov:top #sub:female #cum_play #futanari #multiple_partners #sadomasochism

A few minutes after they had made their plan and with a hearty breakfast giving them strength, the group finally left the dark cave behind. Elena closed up the entrance with her power so that no demon could spot it and with her new weapon in hand she finally felt secure in her victory.

Climbing through the rough terrain of the Cracked Peaks was far from easy, but with the nimble ranger duo scouting a route, they didn’t run into any problems. Soon enough, the poorly maintained path through the mountains also came into view. However, during their approach, one of the rangers heard something echoing off the cliffs.

“Imps, and a whole lot of them.”

The screeching and cawing were unmistakable, but the sheer volume of the noise made it hard to estimate their numbers or where they would be coming from.

“We have to get to flatter ground, now! If they catch us while we're climbing, it will be impossible to defend ourselves.”

Rolan instantly realised the precarious situation the group was in though. Upon his warning, almost everyone picked up their pace climbing down the stone ridge. The only exception was Ray, who simply transformed into her wolf form and leapt down the imposing drop.

Every member of the Beastkin race could technically transform into the animal of their ancestry, but to do so freely required a special rite of passage. In honour of the God of Animals and the Hunt, his favoured children could enter a ritualistic single combat against their animal counterpart. If they won, their god granted them the power to transform at will.

As the enormous black beast, with a shoulder height almost as tall as Rolan standing upright, readied itself for battle, the other five group members finally took up position on the road as well. In the background, the flapping of wings, cawing of beaks and ripping of flesh had grown closer with each passing second.

After a few tense moments, the first demon spawn finally came into view. Originally, these monsters had been all manner of small birds or maybe bats. After their contact with the demonic corruption, though, their bodies had undergone a gruesome transformation. What had once been soft feathers and smooth beaks made way for tough leathery skin, razor-sharp teeth, and bloodshot eyes that betrayed their owner's unending rage.

Just as the horde of demons was about to reach them, the Blackwolf gave one last howl before every other noise got drowned out. The group's battle plan was simple but effective. Elena and the knight commander would protect the ranger twins and Tela from the onslaught while they in turn attacked the horde of demons unobstructed. Unlike those three, however, Ray's thick fur and animalistic instincts were more than enough protection against the Imps. As soon as the battle had started in earnest, the Beastkin woman was already charging straight for the mass of corrupted creatures.

Every now and then, an overly aggressive Imp would crash into Rolan's tower shield or get bisected by Elena’s new sword. However, the vast majority of kills came from the three people they were protecting. The two rangers loosened one arrow or small explosive after the other, but even so, the number of targets was only increasing. The sheer volume of demons also represented an opportunity, though. As a result, the two rangers momentarily stopped their attacks to pull out an unusual weapon.

Originally the weighted-downed ropes and nets they produced from their packs had been intended for fishing or setting up traps. In the current situation, they proved more than capable of entangling the mass of wings, teeth and claws though. As the Imps were suddenly getting dragged down or grew disoriented, they soon hit the hard stone below by the dozens.

Tela, meanwhile, prepared her chants with memorised efficiency. As soon as her focus returned to the battlefield, she unleashed beams of pure fire, arching lightning bolts, or deadly icicle strikes on the Imps. The magical attacks cut through the creatures like they were made out of paper. Soon, the smouldering bodies of her victims were added to the growing pile of slain demons, assuming there actually was a body left to add.

Despite the party's efforts, though, the horde of hunger-driven monstrosities seemed endless. The beasts simply crashed against the heroine's group like a wall of corrupted flesh before turning around for another attack. After their fourth pass, however, Elena noticed an opening. The swarm of airborne death had been slowly but surely getting whittled down. In response, some new instinct suddenly spurred the heroine's body forward, much to the surprise of her allies.

Just like the Blackwolf engorging itself somewhere in the carnage, Elena rushed into the demon horde. She was fueled only by the new sensations within her and the power she felt whenever her blade sprayed the dark blood of her victims. The heroine was aware that her impulsiveness put her companions in danger, but she also knew that she could simply heal any of their injuries later. Despite her armour being drenched in the black corrupting liquid of her kills, Elena’s face remained perfectly clear. Whenever a drop of the evil fluid landed on her skin, her powers readily absorbed and purified it. Soon, the heroine's face shined like a singular point of light in a sea of darkness.

Without even realising it, the carnage and destruction she brought upon her enemies also aroused a different feeling within the heroine. Power and domination were mixed with sexual excitement, and the newest addition to Elena's body was starting to press painfully against the inside of her armour. Surrounded by the corpses of hundreds of her kills, she let those feelings flow through her and, for a moment, revelled in the newfound strength her weapon gave her.

Before long, though, the demon horde's futile attacks came to an end. The last stragglers were picked off by a well-aimed arrow or spell. Elena also gave one last swing of her sword, dispersing the black ooze clinging to the blade. As the blood of her kills came into contact with the demonic bodies below, it soon dissolved them with the same hunger that had driven the Imps to attack in the first place. A hunger to corrupt... to desecrate... to simply destroy.

“Elena, what the hell was that!?”

Rolan had been about to grab onto the girl’s shoulders but thought better of it as he saw the black liquid clinging to her armour. The heroine obviously knew that he meant her reckless attack. With the thrill of her power still coursing through her veins, she didn't really think it had been that bad of a decision though.

“We won, didn’t we?”

“Yes! And we could have won without any injuries!”

To illustrate his point, Rolan pointed towards the three party members they had both protected at the beginning of the battle. One of the Imps must have gotten Tino on his arm at some point, and his sister was already tending to the wound.

Simply rolling her eyes, Elena approached the two and called upon her power. The newly created flesh seamlessly knitted itself into the wound. After a second or less, it was as if the injury had never existed to begin with. The boy seemed grateful for the healing, but his sister glanced back at the heroine, her face a bit sullen. Elena was unsure if that was because Tino had gotten injured in the first place or if she had wanted to take care of it herself.

A few seconds after the battle was truly over, Ray finally rejoined the group as well. Shaking herself like a wet dog, the wolf soon shed a small cloud of thick, grey smoke. As the air cleared, the muscular Beastkin was already in its place again. Finally letting the thrill of the fight out of her system, the taller woman simply let out a satisfied sigh. Ray also kept her distance from the drenched Elena and her black sword, though.


After a few more minutes of collecting arrows, nets and anything else of use, the six soon headed down the path to the east. However, the trek through the mountain range would still take a couple more days, so the group eventually set up their camp for the night. Elena had just taken over the watch from Ray when a sleepy-looking elf approached her.

“It’s not your turn yet. You should get some more rest.”

The party had made camp beneath a small ledge, so they were hidden from most angles. The only direction that an attacker could come from was where Elena was currently keeping guard.

“Show it to me.”

“Wh-What? It’s dangerous, you know. There is a reason only the heroine-“

Before Elena could finish her sentence, Tela simply rolled her eyes.

“Not the sword, your penis.”

“WHA... what are you talking about?”

Hopefully, the others hadn’t heard Elena’s outcry, but she still gave a glance at the Beastkin woman. Thankfully, Ray seemed to already be asleep.

“I-I don’t have a penis!”

The shout-whisper was far from silent, but the petite elf still looked unimpressed by the Chosen’s lies.

“Yes, you do, and a pretty big one by my estimate. So, show it to me.”

“Wh-Why do you even wanna see it? I thought you were into... you know?!”

That remark got a raised eyebrow from Tela.

“As I recall, my exact words on that matter were that I was physically attracted to women and that hasn't changed since.”

“Yeah, so? Why do you suddenly wanna see my dick... that doesn’t even exist?”

In response, the smaller woman simply let out another exhausted sigh before she continued.

“Well, ignoring how those two things aren't mutually exclusive... I'm an elf. I'm curious. Now show it already, unless... are you actually embarrassed about it?”

“O-Of course I’m not embarrassed. Who do you think I am?”

“You are the thirteenth Chosen of the Lady of Creation, and, first up, that is no reason to no longer feel embarrassment. Secondly, self-discovery is a beautiful process that one shouldn't even feel embarrassed about to begin with. So, if you came to the conclusion that you would prefer having a ‘dick’, as you call it, I would like to... accompany you on that journey, simple as that.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Do you think I wanted to grow a penis?”

Again, just a look of tired confusion from the elf.

“Why else would you have created it?”

“I DID NO- I did not use my divine power, given to me by my Lady, to grow A DICK?!”

By now, Elena didn’t even pretend to whisper. Luckily, the others continued their sleep unbothered, or at least pretended to.

“Really? There is no need to feel embarrassed about it, trust me. I once experimented with similar things, but in the end, it simply wasn’t for me.”

“Wait, what...? Gods-dammit! J-just... promise you won’t tell anyone, okay?”

“Fine, I, Helomi Takala Tela Taenya Naerona, promise not to reveal anything about Elena of Eastwood’s genitals, and if I do, may Lady Zoriess delete the memory from my brain and anyone whom I share it with. There, now get it out already.”

Giving one last glance to the sleeping group, Elena eventually shifted her front side away from the others. Opening the straps of her armoured pants only took a moment, so the heroine soon felt the chilly mountain air on her bare skin. The talk about her nether regions had eventually gotten her member to slightly stiffen, though it was still far from erect. Tela simply kneeled down in front of the heroine as she looked at the woman's penis from a few different angles.

“How long have you had it, then? It must have grown sometime in the sanctum.”

“W-When I grabbed the sword, I felt my Lady’s power course through me and once she was done, it was there.”

Giving a small nod of understanding, the kneeling woman eventually put one of her hands around the shaft and, without warning, moved her hand up and down a few times. Seeing the elf between her legs, together with the stimulation of her member, soon had Elena grow to full mast as she held back a moan.

“W-What are you doing? I thought you would j-just look!”

Ignoring the questions, Tela instead continued her observations of the heroine’s length.

“For an elf, you would be well above average, but I am unsure how it is for humans... Do you have any idea why the Goddess would do this?”

“N-No, my Lady hasn’t said anything about it.”

“Hmm... interesting... As far as I know, only the eighth Heroine ever went through such a drastic change, though that had been a voluntary transformation from her side.”

That piqued Elena’s interest a bit. Outside of their battles against the forces of Evil, the current Heroine knew surprisingly little about her predecessors' companions or private lives.

“Wait, she did?”

“Yes. According to her companion's records, she was inspired by the physique of a corrupted changeling she had fought and wanted to see what it felt like. Do you intend to get rid of it then?”

For a moment, that got Elena thinking. The member between her legs had been a gift directly from her Lady, so she didn’t feel like she should remove it without a valid reason. Besides, a part of her was still curious how it would feel to... use it, so she shook her head.

“I see. Then there is only one thing I am still curious about.”

“What’s that?”

“Taste test.”

And just like that, the elf suddenly took Elena’s impressive length into herself. The unexpected pleasure had the heroine twitch in Tela's mouth. After a few more seconds, one moan after the other echoed through the mountain range. At first, Elena tried to suppress her lustful cries from leaking out, but soon she simply enjoyed the sensation without restraint. The heroine was still aware that their companions might overhear the lewd act, but, for the moment, she felt wholly overwhelmed by the pleasure pulsing up her spine.

Feeling the smaller woman's throat touching every inch of her divine tool at once, Elena quickly tried to go even deeper. Her pushes got stopped, though, when she felt a small tongue brushing against her lower genitals. Instead of enjoying that unusual combination, however, Elena eventually pushed the elf between her legs back. The sensation of her original parts had paled in comparison to the bliss her new dick offered, so the heroine immediately knew what set of genitals she wanted her companion to focus on.

In the beginning, Elena merely guided Tela with her left hand on the kneeling woman’s head. After a few thrusts, however, she got more aggressive. Grabbing onto the short hair, Elena pulled the elven mage without much care for the other woman's comfort. For a few heavenly moments, her whole world was bathed in pleasure, and the Chosen almost wished she could have stayed in this state forever. After a couple more thrusts, though, she could feel her orgasm quickly approaching. As the spark of pleasure rushed through her body, Elena subconsciously pressed even further into the elven woman as she could feel her member shiver in anticipation. At first, Tela tried to pull back a little, but eventually, she simply surrendered to the heroine's forceful method.

Just like last time, the climax felt like nothing Elena had ever experienced before. The pleasure in her nether regions dominated all coherent thoughts in her mind. She savoured every second of the strange new sensation as her sticky fluid pushed its way up her length. In the end, her seed was finally pumped down Tela's throat. Even though the elf had no choice but to swallow, after a few moments, she also seemed to get some enjoyment out of it.

As she slowly pulled her penis out of the other woman, Elena could feel the soft tongue of her companion tirelessly licking at her member. Even without the stimulation, though, the Chosen was certain her member would have stayed erect. In fact, the heroine felt like she could have cum again and again. Tela's curiosity seemed more than satisfied, however, as the mage soon removed her mouth from Elena's crotch.

“You could stand to be a bit less rough, perhaps, though it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. As for the taste, I guess I could have expected it given your penis’ origin, but it was quite good.”

“Well, if you ever want more...”

Elena wasn’t entirely sure where that line of thought had originated from. Despite climaxing just a few moments ago, though, she felt almost hornier than before her orgasm. For a moment, the elven woman also seemed tempted, but in the end, she simply gave the heroine's lower head one last lick before getting up. Brushing off the few pebbles clinging to her clothes, Tela instead turned back to her bedroll.

“Perhaps another day. For now, I should get back to sleep. My watch will start in a few hours, after all.”

* No comments yet...

Back to top


Register / Log In

Stories
Authors
Tags

About
Search