Am I Dreaming?

An unseasonably cold wind whispered through the garden, tickling my neck which had just beforehand been prickling with sweat. It was akin to the sensation of having someone put ice on your neck at the beach on a hot summer day. And just as that was surprising, it was also unsettling. Gulping, I turned around to see something quite unexpected.

The creature behind me was tall, perhaps as tall as I was and possibly female. In the darkness of the evening it was difficult to make certain, but the long, blonde hair falling down in messy strings that  covered their face and the off-white sundress caked with what I hoped was mud at the bottom was all I could go off of really. I had little time to appreciate the any other facets of her form before my eyes were drawn to the weapon held in her right hand.

Calling it a sword would have been inappropriate and calling it an axe would have missed the mark. It had no hilt but was one long handle, perhaps about four feet in length, made of a strange, reddish material that my eyes wanted to believe was pulsing, as if alive. At the end was what appeared to be an axe-head but dulled, making it seem more of a warhammer than anything. As she raised it to strike, I had no doubts that it would kill me no matter what it decided to be at the time.

“Fuck!” I shouted as I leapt out of the way. The weapon came crashing down where I was standing just a moment ago, biting deep into the ground. My assailant paused for a moment, then pulled the weapon out of the earth with no noticeable effort and swung it at me again.

It missed cutting a furrow in my chest by the barest of margins as I hopped backward. I am not exactly a fighter, but I can at least tell when I’m in a dangerous situation. Unfortunately, my body had become so filled with adrenaline, I didn’t know whether to fight or flight. This indecision nearly cost me my life as she came at me again, not uttering a single word as she swung her weapon in an overhand arc.

“W-who the hell? Why are you-?” I stammered out, not certain what to say. It’s pretty dumb, I should have been running away but uttering those words stole my entire attention apparently.

She turned to face me and I could see the glittering of one, red eye through the matted hair. It was cold and emotionless, as if she was some kind of zombie.

Or perhaps, a spirit.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered. “You can’t be real. The Blades of Exitium are just a legend! What do you want with me?!”

Again, no sound was uttered as she shifted her body in a slow, yet fluid motion, blade of her weapon glinting in the moonlight.

There was no way I could escape this thing. Once they got a lock on you, no matter the reason, one of the Blades would pursue you until you died. They weren’t human, not really, merely manifestations linked to the weapon they carried. Even if the body wielding the weapon was destroyed, it would manifest a new one, eventually.

“But I don’t want to die here!”

That’s all I could say as I dodged another attack. Her blows were precise, but slow, clearly meant to take someone by surprise before she had to get into a protracted fight. That, or just wait until they collapsed from exhaustion and could no longer dodge.

Which meant one thing: I had to take the fight to her. Even if it could only buy me a few months, perhaps a few years if I was lucky, it was something. Better than dying, at least.

Heart hammering in my chest, I roared as her weapon came toward me and I dodged underneath it before dashing to tackle her in the chest. I didn’t appreciate anything about her body, despite being so close, I didn’t exactly have the frame of mind for that. I was only focused on driving her forward, my charge taking her off her feet and both of us straight into a gardening shed.

The door burst open and we fell on top of each other in the shed, pale moonlight filtering inward through the ajar portal. She didn’t so much as utter a grunt of pain, but merely raised her right arm and then paused, as if confused. Her hand was empty. We both turned our heads to see the weapon lying on the sheet metal floor of the shed.

I only hesitated for a moment before springing for the weapon. She had moved before me, but her slow motions couldn’t compare with my adrenaline-fueled desperation. My hand caught the bottom of the haft and gripped it tight. It felt like plastic in a way, but oilier. It was also very, very heavy. I had to strain and use both hands to pick it up before turning around to face my assailant.

She had a hand outstretched, reaching for the weapon. I found it odd that she wouldn’t just attack me, but instead went for whatever this thing was. There was no time to dwell on it however, before I slammed the weapon into her shoulder.

A hiss escaped her lips as she crumpled to the ground. I staggered a few steps, the weight of the weapon carrying me forward. I’d somehow missed hitting her with the bladed part, but it clearly packed enough of a punch from the sheer weight to send her to the ground. Any normal human would have a shattered arm from that, but she merely shuffled herself forward on hands and knees. With a cry of rage, I struck her again.

The weapon drove her to the ground as it struck her in the back. A pitiful cry escaped her lips, sounding like something vaguely human. I didn’t have time to waist though as she pushed herself up again to her knees.

I was panting, the effort of swinging the heavy weapon straining my already tired body. My heart beat fast in the my chest at the exertion and hormones surging in my body, and I figured I only had one more strike in me before I’d just collapse myself.

Taking a deep breath, I put both hands on the weapon again, making to strike.

She’d risen to her knees by now, but was just sitting there, motionless. The strike at her shoulder had torn her dress as well it seemed and the moonlight filtering into the shed illuminated her pale skinned body and revealed an utterly gorgeous figure. The remaining strap of her dress has slipped down then, freeing up her gorgeous breasts that transfixed my gaze.

I knew I had to take the strike, put her down, and then do something with the weapon to buy some time. However, that was the rational part of my body and that department had been closed the moment survival began to be the most important thing. The primal instincts were in control and one of them was lust. At that very moment, with the high ground in my possession, all I could think of was dominating her.

I threw the weapon to the side as I let out a guttural growl before reaching forward and grasping a fistful of her blonde hair. With my other hand I fumbled at my pants and slipped out my stiffening manhood. I barely registered her beautiful face, now revealed to me as I pushed her head backward, opening her delicate mouth. No fear, anger, or even recognition flashed in her dead, red eyes as I thrust my cock into her open mouth.

Warmth surrounded my member as entered, followed by a wetness that hardened my dick even further. I growled and thrust further into her mouth, attention focused entirely on the sensation of my groin. She had no movement to stop, no protest, nothing at all against my assault of her orifice. I had free reign to push as far as I dared, driving the entirely of my shaft down her throat as I fucked her face raw.

It wasn’t a proud thing I was doing, but at the time I didn’t care. Only a primal, animalistic lust filled me, the need and desire to put this woman under my will. Perhaps that emotion was conveyed to the spirit, or perhaps something else awakened in her because shortly after I began my assault, her mouth started moving.

At first a fear tickled in the back of my mind that she was going to bite my damn dick off, but that fear was quickly suppressed as she began to apply suction. I was so busy thrusting into her face that it barely registered with me at first until the shudder of increased pleasure went up my spine. Her eyes were still emotionless, but it felt like the red had become more… subdued?

Not that I was paying much attention. With the added sensation came an invigoration. I placed both hands on her head, thrusting harder and faster into her mouth pussy. She merely rocked in time with the motions, as if becoming entranced. It was not long before a pressure welled up in my loins and I buried myself hilt to lips as a torrent of cum burst from my cock to flood down her throat.

It was perhaps the greatest orgasm I’d ever had in my life. It lasted longer than I’d ever gone and each spurt made my body shudder with an ecstasy I could barely imagine. She never moved the entire time, allowing my manhood to feed directly down her throat and into her stomach a load of my seed.

When it was finished, I stood there, hands still on her head, panting from the effort. My eyes turned down to her to find her looking up at me, cock still buried in her throat, but the barest hint of recognition there, as if having her face fucked like an onahole somehow jostled her brain into operation like beating a lawnmower until it worked.

I felt a wave of terror and revulsion at what I’d done. My heart was still beating fast, my limbs still fueled with adrenaline and other hormones. I slid my cock from her mouth and a spattering of my cum spilled out onto her breasts while connecting a bridge between my member and her lips. She didn’t move, merely keeping her eyes locked on me, the glowing red subdued to a sort of purple.

My eyes trailed down to her exposed chest, now dripping with saliva and cum. I could feel my dick stiffening again, though in truth it had never quite gone limp. Thinking back on it, I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my life. Which is why all thoughts and questions were pushed out of my mind. Well, all except one,
Might as well go all the way.

I shoved her to the ground and she collapsed, sprawled out on her back. Before she could even attempt to rise, I lowered myself over her and tore the rest of her dress off, exposing her body. She was beautiful in a way I hadn’t known before, all smooth, pale skin with rich curves. Apparently she hadn’t been wearing any underwear as her nether regions were open, and quite moist. I didn’t really spare a thought as to why a spirit linked to an ancient weapon would have such features, but my monkey-brain didn’t care.

Pinning her arm down with one hand, I took my cock in the other and guided it into her moist opening.

Her mouth felt incredibly, but her pussy was even harder to describe. The walls clamped down on my penis as if guards trying to stop an intruder, their warm wetness only serving to make me harder and fiercer. She gave no indication of pain as I buried myself in her to the hilt, savoring the sensation as I lorded over her, pining her down to the floor. Perhaps in the barest instant of hesitation, I searched her eyes but found nothing as they stared into mine. And so, with that out of the way, I began to thrust.

Her body rocked against the dirty floor of the shed, bouncing off my powerful thrusts. I was entranced by her breasts, which shifted up and down in time, capturing my already addled mind. Without even thinking, I leaned forward and placed my mouth to one of them, suckling the mound of sweet flesh, even as I continued my assault on her lower region.

Even greater lust consumed me and I chuckled despite myself, positioning fully over her, my face parallel to hers. I thought I saw the barest quiver of her lips before I pushed mine to them, feeling the hot sensation of her breath mingled with the chlorine scent of my cum. I didn’t particularly care though, and I kissed her, tongue questing for hers. It was a shock then when I heard the faintest sound come from her mouth, what could be construed as a moan.

I pulled my head away and looked at her face. Strands of matted blonde hair framed the beautiful visage, her eyes now more blue than purple. I could hear a soft, gentle moaning coming from her in time with my thrusts, each one growing in intensity. Was she… getting into this? Where I should have had more questions I instead grew even more determined and grasped both of her legs, pushed them back, and threw my whole body into the act of intercourse.

“Ah… ahn!” She moaned, pleasure spilling from her lips as I pumped into her. Her body enraptured me as her pussy entangled me, capturing me even deeper than if she’d pinned me down with her weapon. I’d even forgotten entirely how we got into this situation as my sole focus was upon spreading my seed all over her womb. The focus of a beast mating.

I could feel the familiar pressure welling, my hips surging forward in faster, more violent motions. When it came, it was like a dam bursting, sending wave after wave of cum to white-wash her insides. I could scarcely believe I had so much left inside me, but I wasn’t complaining as I dug as far as I could into her, driving my seed into her deepest recesses.

She shuddered as I made my release, her whole body going rigid, formerly limp hands curling into claws while her legs twisted to lock around me, as if in instinct. A cry uttered from her, one filled with true emotion that carried until finally, as every drop was drained from my balls, I sagged over her, panting.

Sweat dripped from my brow and onto her body as the sticky mess between our loins flowed between our thighs. I looked up at her face and was surprised to see her panting, breathing like some kind of living being. It stunned me then to gaze upon her eyes to find them blue and searching, like someone who had just woken up from a long sleep and found themselves in new surroundings.

I gulped and tried to say something, but what does one say in this kind of situation? Yes, she was a spirit bound to an ancient weapon hell bent on killing me, but I did just ah… rape her. Maybe this was all just a prank after all? Oh God, did someone put together some stunt and then you raped her? Shit I’m going to go to jail!

And yet… looking at the beauty before me, it’s undeniable that she possesses something alien. Her ears, for one, are pointed, like some kind of elf and her blue eyes are a little too blue, unnervingly so. As for her body, well, there’s nothing wrong there at all. Perhaps that’s something wrong in its own right?

Behind me I heard something clatter and I turned to see the weapon that had almost ended my life writhe before shifting into some sort of chalice. It was ornate, and sparkled with gems along the edge, but it still gave off an unnerving radiance that made me shiver.

“I…” She began, as if not certain how to speak, “I… liked that.”

“Eh?” I asked, confused. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“It felt good,” She said, more confidence in her voice.

“Errr, but I raped- nevermind.” I said, waving a hand at her, “weren’t you trying to kill me?”

Her eyes moved to the chalice and they flashed red for a moment before she shook her head and whispered, “Vindicta is quiet for now and I…” She trailed off, looking at her hand, “I am not certain who I am. But I do know that felt good.”

A soft smile came to her lips, “Can we do it again?”

I stared at her, trying to process her words. Unfortunately, it hit an internal error as all the exhaustion of having fought for my life, then dumping all my reserves of sperm caught up with me. I had the effort to pull out of her, warm semen spilling from her open snatch, and slump backward, wanting nothing more than to sleep and perhaps awaken from this silly dream.

“Maybe… maybe we should get to know each other first.”

She blinked and then closed her eyes, a soft chuckle escaping her lips, “Okay.”

Perhaps… this wasn’t a dream I wanted to awaken from after all.