A Fatesender's Fate Delivered (Adult)

[Arnaya]

This is one of the stories that was told at the Sable's Silken Embrace evening on the 19th of August. Please be advised that there are "Adult" topics in this story, so exercise some discretion please. It is also somewhat dark in nature, so.. You've been warned.

A Fatesender's Fate Delivered:

The young womans golden hair glowed in the faint light of the full moon that broke through the forest canopy, her breath coming in gasps and her breasts bouncing beneath her light cotton blouse as she fled. The forest silent around her, except for the breaking of branches, and crunching of leaves beneath her feet.
Exertion and a chill autumn breeze bringing a blush to her cheeks, and a pertness to her form. The glistening of her sweat lathered skin in the moonlight brought an eager smile to her pursuers lips...

The ruby glow of his halo lighting his path, and casting a hellish glow off the dark trunks of the tree's. A frantic shriek from the girl found his ears as the girls foot caught on a low branch, sending her sprawling in the forest loam. Without a wasted moment, he raised his arms. An eruption of inky darkness exploding from his palm, shrouding all light from the area and bringing another shriek from the girl's lips. Followed by a desperate scrambling. His own senses unimpeded by the darkness of his own arts.

He crept close, gathering his toned muscles before leaping at the scrambling figure of the girl. His hands grasping at her flowing hair and blouse. Even as the young woman rolled, an eruption of flame burst in her assailants face, masked from outside eyes by the darkness of the ambushers art. The heat incinerating patches of his hair and shirt, throwing him back against a tree trunk. A familiar numbness crept through his limbs...Freezing them in place with one of his own talents.

He could only watch helplessly as the woman rose to her feet, a malicious grin etching her lips as she sauntered towards her assailant. Her hips swaying tantalizingly as swaying hints of her bosom showed through her tattered blouse. Slowly she knelt down before him, her movements deliberate as she traced her fingers down his thighs. Her fingernails suddenly sharp as razors and shredding his trousers.

A dark, cold... yet somehow passionate voice slipped from her velvet lips as she spoke: "The last young guest to your lands, wished me to deliver a message.... in person. I'm sure you remember her.....". An impish grin turned the corners of her lips upward, and she purred as she lowered her lips to his manhood, working her tongue deftly to tease before slipping her lips around him.

The ambusher's eyes widened as his fear swiftly turned to arousal. He lifted his head towards the sky, a whisper of thanks towards the heavens dying on his lips as an icy feeling swept up his manhood, followed by a chilling numbness, then ever increasing lances of pain as he felt fragments of his body start to tear away, flowing into the young woman’s lips as she continued her work. Caressing with her tongue and lips as tiny fragments of his body tore away, one piece at a time. One hand holding forth one of the fatesender's essences, arcs of crimson and green lightning dancing along its surface in pulses which flowed into the woman's hand.

The woods suddenly erupted with the fatesender’s terrified shrieks for long moments. Echoes of his agony reverberating from tree to tree, turning the forest into an echo chamber of his agony, until...after a final piercing scream, near silence ruled the woods. Broken only by the woman's quiet, husky laugh as she slipped away through the dark woods.