Posted by Kimnikki on January 19, 2003 at 15:42:58:
For The Love of The Hunt, Conclusion
A story by Kimnikki
Nath’ra groaned loudly himself as he felt Bethany tear and split around him, yet at the same time
her pussy clutch and pull at him ... her body fighting to keep him in and expel him all at once.
Kiith’thal broke the kiss to look down the woman’s small body to see her husband buried inside
her, and she felt the dark thrill of the Goddess go through her. Her hand went to the dagger
strapped to her thigh and pulled it free, her fingers tightening around the hilt.
Nath’ra held himself still for several moments, moaning softly into Bethany’s ear as her pussy
clutched around him, feeling her pain at his size, sharing her pleasure at this third mix of blood
and pleasure. Bethany shuddered in pain, but she pressed her hips more firmly against Nath’ra,
moaning softly as he began to rock his hips against her.
Bethany moaned as she felt a mix of blood and her own fluids begin to slide down along her ass,
dripping down onto Nath’ra legs.
“Aaaaahhhhhh yesssssssssss .... oh Goddess ... yes ... so big ... so big,” she whimpered against
Nath’ra chest, her fingers still dug into his shoulders.
Kiith’thal pulled her dagger up to Bethany’s face, but knew she could not see it. She reached out
and took one of Bethany’s hands, pulling it to the dagger so that she knew what Kiith’thal held in
her hand.
Bethany gave a shudder of mixed excitement and fear as her fingers moved along the cold steel
of the dagger, then she gave a soft cry and moaned as Nath’ra began to rock in earnest, sliding
his cock in and out of her bleeding pussy. Kiith’thal kissed her lips gently, and then ran the edge
of the dagger along Bethany’s left cheek, making a long shallow scratch that immediately began
to bleed. Bethany moaned deeply and kissed her hard.
Nath’ra began to pump in and out of Bethany, blood and her juices running down his legs as he
put more and more force in his thrusts, unable to help himself as he felt her torn, bleeding pussy
grip and pull at him with each of his thrust. Bethany’s cries of pain soon merged with those of a
woman in deep pleasure ... a rich, erotic sound.
“Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh,” she panted, her body humping
back against his, even as she trembled in pain from the force of his thrusts.
“That’s it darling ... don’t fight the pain ... let it take you ... join with it ... let it dance with the
pleasure,” Kiith’thal mummered against Bethany’s bleeding cheek. She ran the dagger along
Bethany’s back, making a long bleeding line from the back of her neck to the crack of her butt.
Bethany didn’t cry this time ... she moaned ... deeply.
“Uuuuuunnnnnnnnnn yessssssssssssssss,” she moaned, humping even harder against Nath’ra.
But she was beginning to breathe harder now, and she was losing much blood from her arrow
wounds.
The soft song had risen to a chorus that could clearly be heard sighing through the trees, its
somber note changing to one of longing, rising slowly to one of joy.
Kiith’thal began to run the dagger along Bethany’s body ... her arms, her legs, her hips, her ribs
and once more her back, making long shallow cuts. They bled, though not enough to add to her
weakness, merely enough to add to her pain and her pleasure and to stain her dark skin with
bright ruby lines of her life blood. Bethany shivered and moaned with each pass of the blade,
her eyes closed and look mixed of joy and pain on her angelic face.
Nath’ra groaned at the site of his beloved marking this woman in who’s flesh he was sheathed ...
he was struggling for control ... it had been years since he’d known such beauty, such delightful
and wonderful sharing in a Hunt ... even with one of his own.
“More Kiith’thal ... please ... I want ... to feel more ... more of the blade,” Bethany panted
between hard strokes of Nath’ra cock.
Kiith’thal shivered from head to foot in pleasure, and moved her dagger so that the tip was
against the outside edge of the woman’s right breast. She kissed her young lover hard and then
pressed the dagger into the soft curve of Bethany’s small breast. The skin dimpled, and then the
blade drove deep into the budding breast until the skin on the other side bulged and suddenly
split, the gleaming point standing out in the woman’s cleavage.
Bethany screamed, but she slammed herself down onto Nath’ra, sucking up the pain and
pleasure in equal amount. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Nath’ra looked down at the very moment when Kiith’thal slide her knife into Bethany’s flesh and
watched as it emerged. Bethany’s scream and the sudden hard clench of her pussy was too
much and with his own cry of joy, he began to cum.
“Oh Goddess yesssssssssssssssssss!”
Kiith’thal face filled with a wicked smile as she heard the familiar moan of her mate as he came
... then she shivered and moaned herself as she felt Bethany’s body go rigid as she too came
from the pain and pleasure she was sharing with her friends.
Bethany’s eyes opened wide and she cried out ... her cry unmistakably one of pleasure despite
the abuse her elfin lovers were putting her thought ... her cry even louder as the pain and
pleasure mixed though her in hot wave ... as hot as the beauty of the blood sliding over her skin.
“Uuuunnnn ah ah ah ah ah ah AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
Nath’ra sank to his knees ... he couldn’t remain standing, the orgasm tearing though him was far
to strong. He pulled Bethany’s hips against him, slamming into her several more times until he
was spent, feeling her own orgasm shudder through her. Kiith’thal sank down beside them both,
kissing and licking at the deep wound in Bethany’s bellybutton. Bethany’s hand went to her hair,
holding Kiith’thal to her.
“Oh Goddess ... oh yes ... oh Lady ... oh it hurts so much ... its so beautiful ... so much blood ... I
can feel it ... smell it ... oh Lady ... thank you ... so good,” Bethany panted in a litany of dark
pleasure. Both Hunters smiled in joy at this, knowing that their young blood lover was passing
the point where pain and pleasure were distinct and merged into one dark, frightening and
beautiful power. The knowledge that her death was approaching would only make it all the more
powerful. She understood ... she accepted ... and this was her glorious reward.
Nath’ra pulled himself from her, lying her down and kissing her all up and down her body,
drawing his own dagger and pressing it to her lips so she could feel it. Her hand moved to it, as
it had with Kiith’thal’s and she shivered in fear ... and in desire to feel it being used on her.
Nath’ra tuned his body, looking across at Kiith’thal. Kiith’thal was sucking gently on the nipple of
the breast she hand run through earlier. She looked to meet Nath’ra eyes. Using her free hand,
she took Bethany’s hand and placed it on the hilt of Nath’ra dagger. He guided the tip of the
blade until it was resting against Bethany’s left nipple, Bethany’s fingers over his own on the hilt.
He pulled her to a sitting position, moving behind and pulling her back to his chest so that he
could pull cleanly. He held his hand still until her felt Bethany start to pull the blade against her
own body. Bethany gasped and arched up to meet the blade as she felt the painful pressure
against her skin. Slowly but firmly her pushed ... watching the flesh dent and then part,
accepting his blade. He continued to push, a slow gentle pressure until the blade was buried to
the hilt. Bethany cry was soft and low, and as much pleasure as pain.
“Oooooohhhhhhh yesssssssssss ... deeeeeeeeeep ... so deeeeeeep,” she moaned, then gave a
hard cough, a small line of blood dripping from between her lips and down her chin. She licked it
away ... a smile coming to her lips. As dark as her skin was, she was beginning to pale now ...
and all three were now slicked in her blood, small pools of it forming on the forest floor. But she
didn’t seem to be weakening yet ... the only sign of the battle she must lose being her slowly but
steadily increasing panting. He left the dagger standing in her body.
The song was now sighing back and forth around trees, clearly audible to all three. The dark,
beautiful thrill of Jajgin’s presence was sliding through all three of them, a dark shadowy
presence that filled the small glade with patches of darkness, yet left the three blood lovers in a
pool of light that seemed to come from themselves.
For several long moments the priest and priestess simply licked and kissed the bleeding woman
all over, touching and caressing her body, enjoying her blood, pain and pleasure in equal
amounts. To most watching, the scene would be a horror ... for long steams of her blood coated
all three of them and she was obviously in great pain. But someone with an open heart and
mind would also be unable to deny the smile on her face and the fact she was returning their
kisses with equal fever and need.
Kiith’thal and Nath’ra moved so as to kiss Bethany gently ... judging that she had marshaled
some strength, and that they could continue. And then they saw it ... a shadow passed across
Bethany’s coppery eyes ... a shadow of slim fingers caressing her face. Bethany gave a loud
gasp, and her eyes suddenly went from the coppery occlusion to a deep, rich green as her
cataracts vanished literally in the blink of an eye.
“Our Lady be praised,” Nath’ra whispered in shock ... in all his years as priest of The Lady of
Blood, he had never seen her do such a thing. Kiith’thal said nothing, her fingers to her lips in
surprise as she looked into their young friends lovely eyes.
“I ... oh Goddess above ... I can see!” she called out, looking from one face to another, tears of
joy beginning to spill down her cheeks. “I can see!” Then another cough went through her, and
more blood pooled from her mouth.
She held up her blood soaked hands ... eyes wide and a delighted smile on her pale face.
“So this is red ... this is what blood looks like ... oh ... it’s as beautiful as it feels ... as it smells ...
oh Lady ... oh thank you,” and she wept, even as she pulled Kiith’thal and Nath’ra close so she
could look deep into their eyes.
“I knew you were beautiful too,” she whispered, kissing them both hard, sharing the blood in her
mouth with them. She pulled back, and the two lovers smiled at her in shared joy as she ran her
hands over them, seeing with her eyes what she had only touched before.
Then her eyes went down to her own body ... staring at the cuts and her fingers wandering over
the two deep punctures in her belly. Her eyes moved up ... and then widened as they found the
dagger still standing from her breast.
“Ohhhh .... yessss ... oh Goddess it’s so beautiful ...” she sighed, her fingers touching the blade.
Nath’ra put his hand around the hilt, and looking into her eyes, he slowly pulled it from her body,
causing her to wince in pain and cough once more, more blood welling out of the deep stab
wound. Her fingers immediately went to touch the thick life blood, moaning deeply, bringing it to
her lips to kiss and lick.
Bethany’s eyes moved to look around at the beauty of The Great Forest, and as she looked down
at the scattered flowers, her eyes fell on Kiith’thal’s Elban bow. Before either elf could warn her,
Bethany reached down and touched the wood with her bloody fingers. Nath’ra gasped in fear ...
it was death to touch an Elban if The Lady hadn’t intended it for you. But instead of a scream,
Nath’ra heard Bethany sigh and he saw a warm flow of blood red light as the warmth he and
Kiith’thal felt flowed into the woman. She stroked the length of his mates’ bow, watching in
fascination as her blood sank into the wood, and the bow darkened ever so slightly. She stroked
her blood along Nath’ra own Elban, and he felt its cry of joy as life was given to it freely, and
with love. Bethany gave a low sigh, smiling softly.
“You’re welcome,” she said quietly, letting a bit more of her blood drip onto each bow.
She looked over at her lovers, tears still spilling down her cheeks ... her fear was obviously gone
now ... all that remained was her pain and her joy ... her blood and her death ... and The Lady
that had come for the rarest of prizes.
Kiith’thal moved forward, blade held low, and Bethany held still, eyes on the gleaming blood
covered steel. But Kiith’thal did not use the blade ... her lips once more went to the deep wound
her arrow had made in Bethany’s mound and began to suck and lick on it. Bethany cried out, her
hands going to Kiith’thal’s head. Kiith’thal did not stay at the wound though ... her lips moved
down ... down ... down ... until Bethany cried out in pleasure as the experienced lips of the
priestess warmly, wetly surrounded her blood soaked clit.
“Ooohhh yesss ... oh that feels so good ... oh Kiith’thal ... oh ... ohhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Bethany’s words ended in a cry as Kiith’thal placed her blade just above the wound in Bethany’s
bellybutton, and pushed until it parted the skin and the blade slid into Bethany’s body. She very
slowly pushed the blade in to the hilt ... until it passed clean through Bethany and 2 full inches
were standing from her back ... even as she continued to suck and nibble. Kiith’thal moaned
deeply, the mix of her mates cum and the woman’s blood and love juices a wine finer than any
vintner could ever hope to make. She pulled her blade free, placing it on a different point on
Bethany’s quivering belly.
Knowing that their friends end was near, and wanting to be part of it, Nath’ra placed his hands
beneath her buttocks, and lifted her up slightly, only breaking her contact with his mate for a
moment. He rubbed his cock along Bethany’s blood slicked crack, until his cock was coated in
blood and her juices.
Bethany was panting now, her breath coming in quick hard pants punctuated with the occasional
cough. Her dark skin was noticeably paler and for the first time her arms showed signs she was
having trouble moving them. Her now beautiful blue eyes blinked several times, and it was
obvious that her pain was growing less with every moment.
“More ... please ... it’s so good ... it’s so beautiful ... oh Kiith’thal ... that feels so very good ...
please ... more,” she sighed, and Nath’ra knew she meant far more than his lovers lips on her
pussy.
Nath’ra bent her low, pushing her down hard over Kiith’thal’s body. Kiith’thal wrapped her arms
up and around Bethany’s shoulders, holding her down. Nath’ra then placed his thick cock at the
tight pucker of Bethany’s ass ... and with a loud grunt, he shoved himself forward, shoving and
pushing until his hips were pressed up against Bethany’s buttocks.
Bethany didn’t scream ... didn’t cry out ... she just moaned deeply, her ass clutching at his cock
even more powerfully than her pussy had.
Once sunk, he released Bethany, pulling her back upright, turning her face to kiss her, feeling her
shudder in pain, and shiver in pleasure.
“Ohhhh yesssssssssssss ... oh Goddess ..... more .... more ... yessssssssssSSSSSSSS!!!,” she
moaned against him, crying out as Kiith’thal sank her blade to the hilt once again.
Nath’ra took his own blade, and placed it against Bethany’s right side, high up between two ribs.
He held himself still in her ass, loving the feeling of her insides clutching and grabbing at him ...
as much in reaction to Kiith’thal’s deep stabs as to his cock. It felt wonderful, much tighter than
even her virgin pussy had been, yet still slick and welcoming for all the pain his intrusion was
giving the woman.
He could feel her weakening ... she was now having trouble breathing ... and blood was steadily
running from her mouth. He watched in growing pleasure ... a second cum approaching as he
watched Kiith’thal sink her blade 3 more times, until Bethany’s entire belly was covered in deep
punctures and life blood.
He finally began to pump, pulling Bethany’s head back with one hand, holding her against his
chest as he slid in and out, in and out.
Bethany was moaning deeply, eyes almost closed, humping weakly against his cock, rubbing her
pussy against Kiith’thal face, though her movements were growing weaker. But even as she
grew paler and paler, as her breathing became more labored, both Hunters could feel a massive
orgasm building up in their beloved friend as she felt her death coming.
“More,” she sighed weakly,” please ... more ... both ... more,” turning her face to kiss him.
Kiith’thal was moaning deeply between Bethany’s legs. She had punctured Bethany’s womb
more than once, and she was lapping up blood and love juices in equal amounts. She could feel
the end of Bethany’s life approaching, and that was giving her nearly as much pleasure as she
was providing Bethany. She took her blade, and placed it at the entrance of Bethany’s pussy,
returning once more to suck and nibble on the woman’s clit.
Nath’ra heard Bethany’s plea, and answered it. Very slowly he pushed the blade into his young
lover, moaning as he felt the skin part and the blade slide deeper and deeper until the hilt of his
long dagger pressed up against Bethany’s ribs.
Bethany didn’t cry out, she sighed deeply, moaning as she felt steel slide into her once again.
“Ohhhh yesssss ... yesssss ... deeper ... so good ... so deep ... so cold .. so hot ... oh yesssssss
..*cough* ...*cough*,” her words ended on two hard coughs as her other lung was punctured
deeply, blood now running out her nose as well as her mouth.
“Oh ... I love you both ... ohh Goddess ... thank you ... this was so much ... so painful ... so
beautiful ... oh yesssss .... I love you both so much .....” Bethany panted, her voice little more
than a breathy whisper.
Nath’ra could feel his own cum building, and held himself tightly, knowing that Bethany was near
her death ... near her last orgasm. He left the blade in her side, and pulled her face around for a
lingering kiss. Kiith’thal, feeling a powerful rhythm building up in Bethany’s pussy, slid the tip of
her long dagger between the folds of Bethany’s bloody pussy, her lips still licking and nibbling the
on the woman’s clit.
“Oh Goddess ... I ... I ... oh ... I’m dying ... oh yesssssss ... oh Goddess yes ... I’m dyyyyyyyy!,”
Bethany moaned quietly, and then tossed back her head, crying out as a massive orgasm tore
through her entire body as the dark power of death, blood joy and pain ripped through her.
Nath’ra screamed himself, an inarticulate roar of joy as he came deep in her ass as it went into
convulsions around his cock. As he came, he took a firm hold of his blade with his left arm,
wrapping it around the front her body to reach around her to her right side. With all 6 inches of it
still buried in her body, he pulled it around to the front of her body between her rips, ripping out
her right lung and sending a fountain of blood pouring down her front and side. Her ass went
mad around his cock, grasping, shuddering, pulling and pushing all at once.
At the same moment, Kiith’thal bit down hard on the woman’s clit and shoved her dagger up into
Bethany’s taunt pussy, impaling her. Blood poured from Bethany’s pussy, gushing out as the
woman’s orgasm clenched down on all her organs. Bethany lost her bladder, and a hot flood of
blood laced urine steamed out to join her blood and orgasmic juices. Kiith’thal threw back her
head and screamed in joy as her own orgasm was triggered by the flood of Bethany’s blood and
urine.
Bethany went totally rigid in agony and ecstasy, blood spilling from her wide open mouth, eyes
wide ... but one hand held Kiith’thal firmly in place, and the other pulled hard on Nath’ra hair,
pulling him down until the blood welling in her mouth was shared with him in one last kiss.
She remained in the hard arch, body trembling violently, mouth open, blood running from her for
a long beautiful moment ... then she went limp, soft shudders passing over her.
Finally spent, Nath’ra leaned against her back, gasping for air ... stunned at the power of the
orgasm that had just ripped through him ... joyous at the power of the one he had felt go
thought the woman now dying around his cock. His face was covered in her blood where she
had been kissing him.
Kiith’thal pulled herself up Bethany’s blood soaked form, kissing her dripping lips. “Oh Goddess
my love ... that was so beautiful ... thank you ... oh we love you so very much ... what a
beautiful gift you’ve given us ... thank you, thank you, thank you.” With each ‘thank you’, she
kissed Bethany gently, feeling the slightest of responses from the bloody lips. She had never
experienced a Hunt like this ... it had been so very beautiful. She had never experienced so
strong an orgasm with anyone other than her mate.
Bethany’s eyes were half closed, and her lips worked, but all that came out was a bubbling pool
of blood. Nath’ra turned her head slightly so they could both look into her eyes. She tried again
to say something, but then her eyes softened and with one last long shudder, her body went still
between them.
The song rose to a mighty crescendo, a soaring chorus of joy, and the shadowy figure of Jajgin
could be easily seen, bending low over Bethany’s body as if she were taking the woman in her
arms.
A flash of white light spread from where the three lovers lay entangled in a pool of blood. It
ripped out in a silvery hoop, racing out like ripples in a pool. The trees and plants responded as
if a strong breeze was going past them; leaves and branches rustling and shaking back and forth.
As it passed each tiny plant, the already abundant plant life exploded with flower and blossom, or
burst with leaf. It rippled out from the beautiful dead woman in a wave until it reached the
mountains in the far distance: even at this range one could easily see that flowers and trees
responded as powerfully as those by her body.
The two lovers lay with their victim and lover between them, panting with the power of the joy
that had flooded them and the joy their young friend had taken with her death. The song of
Jajgin’s joy faded slowly away ... and the both felt her touch upon their souls, her blessing and
her love to both of them.
They kissed and licked at her cooling body, and each other. They said nothing, they needed no
words. They both looked into her face ... it was covered in blood and there were the small cuts
from Kiith'thal’s blade. But even those who didn’t know what the child had been given in her
death couldn’t help but note her face. Her eyes were half closed, and a soft smile was frozen on
her lips. Despite the blood that stained it, no one could deny the pleasure and eroticism that was
frozen forever on her face.
Eventually they lay her body down on the forest floor, holding each other in joy, exchanging one
last long kiss. Then they both raised their horns to their lips and blew. The note that echoed out
around the trees was achingly beautiful, far stronger and more joyous than the previous two had
been.
They didn’t bother to pull on their clothes ... they sat beside her body, stroking it gently and
whispering prayers of joy for their friend and to Jajgin. They were so happy ... both for Bethany
and The Lady ... the could feel her joy and love as she took Bethany’s soul with her to join the
other two women who died this day. Tears stood in their eyes ... but this time for love of their
friend and gratitude for the gift she’d given them.
Soon other elves stepped from the woods, somewhat sad looks changing quickly to looks of joy
as they saw the scene before them.
“Take her my friends ... take her back ... we shall feast on her flesh ... we shall all share the life
and the joy she gave to us. Let us give the others to the forest ... let them give their flesh to our
brothers, the trees and the animals.” Kiith’thal’s voice echoed her joy.
Nath’ra helped them to prepare her body for the spit ... thinking of the fire and those waiting and
the joy that this body would bring to them. Blood given in love and joy ... a body given in
understanding and pleasure ... how beautiful that would make her for their feast. He felt no
horror as he helped to carefully run the spit through her.
He could feel nothing but joy for his young friend ... and he saw the smiles on the others as they
saw the smile still on her face, even as the spit emerged from her lips.
As the others hoisted her to their shoulders, taking her back to the waiting village the waiting
fires, the two lovers walked hand in hand ... far more content than they had been in years,
having finally found a human who could understand the love of The Hunt.
Fini