Eldrell Curse



The Rift Between Worlds
       
       It began in silence.
       There was no dramatic sound, no sudden shift in the atmosphere to signal what was coming. No warning, no flash of blinding light, no magical runes etched into the air. No ominous countdown that filled the room with a sense of foreboding. One moment, Lucy Heartfilia was comfortably in her bedroom, the soft hum of a familiar tune escaping her lips as she penned a letter to Levy. Her thoughts were light. The contentment of a peaceful afternoon settled around her.
       But then, in the blink of an eye, the world seemed to unravel. The ink in her quill blurred, the words on the parchment fading into something distant. The tips of her fingers brushed the edge of the desk, the quill slipped from her grasp, and before she could even comprehend what was happening, the floor beneath her gave way.
       It wasn’t a sudden rush or a violent drop. It was as though the very foundation of her reality had simply disappeared. She was falling –not in a way that made sense, but rather in a disorienting, weightless spiral. The room she had just been in, the safety of her own home, was swallowed by darkness, and the walls that once stood so familiar now felt impossibly far away. The air around her became heavy with a strange, electric pulse, and her heart raced as the world around her seemed to stretch and distort.
       There was no time to react, no time to scream, no time for fear. The only thing that remained was the endless sensation of falling. And in that quiet, oppressive space, Lucy’s thoughts shattered as her body descended into the unknown.
       
       ***
       
       Elsewhere, a warm spring breeze blew across the quiet streets of U.A. High. Ochako Uraraka stood in the courtyard, adjusting her wrist guards after training, when the air twisted. She stumbled, disoriented, reaching out to steady herself against something that wasn’t there. And then she vanished.
       
       ***
       
       Mitsuri Kanroji had just finished cooking a hearty stew, her cheeks flushed with excitement to share it with the rest of the Demon Slayer Corps. The scent of broth and garlic hung in the air. Then, with a strange humming sound, she disappeared mid-step.
       
       ***
       
       The Priestess knelt in a stone chapel deep within the frontier, offering soft prayers to the Earth Mother. Her fingers clutched her holy staff tightly, the last words of her plea still hanging in the air when her vision blurred. Her faith had carried her through goblin nests, through death and blood.
       It would have to carry her through this.
       
       ***
       
       They came to in the same place: a vast circular chamber carved of pale stone, seamless and smooth, like the inside of a seashell. Overhead, the ceiling shimmered with lights –not lamps or crystals, but glowing, liquid panels pulsing with alien colour. It looked like stars were trapped in glass.
       Tiny figures watched them.
       Barely the height of a child, they had elongated limbs, spindly fingers, and luminous wet skin like fish or creature who just crawled out from the body of water. Their eyes were small and dark, glassy, like an insect’s. They moved rapidly, deliberately, surrounding the four displaced women. They seemed to be in a hurry.
       The Eldrell.
       The beings did not speak at first, at least not with mouths. Instead, a low thrum echoed in the chamber, vibrating deep in their chests. The women instinctively stepped back, wary, but then a hovering orb materialized in the center of the room –a softly glowing sphere that pulsed with blue energy.
       A mechanical voice emerged from it, tinged with alien rhythm but eerily calm.
       —You have been taken from your worlds not by malice, but necessity. We are the Eldrell. Ages ago, we created life to serve and protect us. But we lost control. The beasts we made turned on us. We cannot fight them. We are small. Frail. But they do not attack those who... entertain them. Occupy them.
       We have searched many worlds. You were chosen. Strong. Resilient. Beautiful. You will be sent to the Outlands. We will give you what we can to survive.
       We do not take joy in this. We only wish to survive. —The voice finished the exposition—.
       Lucy narrowed her eyes, fingers twitching over her gate keys. 
       —What kind of world is this? I don’t get it! What do you mean by entertain?!
       Ochako let loose, unclenching her body.
       —Sounds to me like the job for a hero! —Ochako sounded more excited than worried—.
       Priestess looked at the Eldrell with a quiet sorrow. 
       —Are- Are these a new form of g-goblin? —She looked to be the most afraid, the memories of screaming echoing in her head—.
       Mitsuri stared up at the shimmering ceiling, her heart pounding. 
       —Don’t worry, everyone. I will slay the demons for you! —Ignoring the mentioned possibility for peace, she was ready to fight—.
       Four packs were placed at their feet. Each held crude supplies: water flasks, bundles of dried fruit and jerky-like strips, simple tools and strange, curved knives made from bone and metal. The Eldrell stepped back.
       A great circular door at the far end of the chamber opened with a hiss, revealing thick mist and glowing green foliage beyond.
       —You’re kidding… —Lucy whispered, voice shaking—.
       —Don’t you worry Elders! I- I will take them on! —Ochako yelled, her fingers glowing with the shimmer of her Quirk—.
       Her heroic spirit shook for a second, analysing the alien world they were in –feeling out of place.
       —This isn’t right… —Priestess murmured, tightening her grip on her staff—. What if we are attacked?!
       Mitsuri just clenched her fists.
       —Then we fight our way out. Together.
       She rested her hand on the kilt of her sword. 
       But the Eldrell didn’t stop them. They didn’t move. There was no forcefield. No threat. Only a choice that wasn’t a choice at all.
       And so, with nothing but instinct and each other, the four women stepped into the unknown.
       The sun was larger here.
       Two of them, in fact. One blazed a fierce orange overhead, while a second, smaller blue sun hovered low on the horizon. Their heat pressed down on the women as they trudged through the underbrush.
       The jungle around them was vast and unnaturally vibrant. Trees twisted into spirals with thick, dark trunks. Giant leaves stretched overhead like canopies. The air buzzed constantly –not just with insects, but something deeper, an ambient hum of life. Alien birds screeched from the treetops, their wings crystalline and angular.
       It was beautiful. And hostile.
       Lucy swatted a long-legged insect away and scowled.
       —This place sucks. —Ochako muttered, pushing a vine out of the way—. Where’s the enemy? I am ready!
       —It’s like a prehistoric garden... —Lucy murmured, her eyes scanning the treetops. Her keys hung from her belt, still secure—.
       —We should set up a watch schedule. —Priestess said softly—. But, with no stars. We can’t track time.
       —I’ll take the first watch tonight! —Mitsuri said cheerfully. Her brightness wasn’t fake. It was how she dealt with fear—. Any demon who dares will find their fate sealed.
       They found a rocky outcropping with a slight incline by nightfall, high enough to survey the valley below. From here they could see flashes of distant movement –shapes that walked upright and broad. They made no attempt to approach. Yet.
       They camped with what little they had.
       Ochako floated up to hang some supplies in a tree. Lucy summoned a small flame spirit for heat. Mitsuri built a crude perimeter with sharpened branches. Priestess prayed quietly over each of them before they lay down.
       Sleep was hard to get, but it came.
       And then morning brought teeth.
       The rustling came from below the ridge.
       Lucy was the first to stir. The crack of twigs. A low huffing breath. She shook Mitsuri awake, who blinked and immediately reached for her sword.
       They came from the shadows –three raptor-like beasts, roughly human-sized, with muscular limbs and jagged claws. Their heads were narrow and bird-like, adorned with plumes of black and red. Their eyes glowed faintly in the dim light.
       Lucy shuddered; she could feel the real threat.
       One hissed and leapt.
       Ochako caught it mid-air with her Quirk, spinning it in place before smashing it into a rock. Mitsuri charged a second, slashing low and sweeping its legs. Priestess chanted, forming a holy barrier that repelled the third.
       Lucy opened her gate.
       —Leo!
       A flash of golden light, and the Celestial Spirit appeared, catching a raptor mid-pounce and slamming it to the ground with a roar.
       The battle was short but fierce. Blood –deep green and foul-smelling, splattered across the rocks.
       —That... wasn’t too bad. —Ochako panted, wiping her brow—.
       But then the ground trembled.
       A roar thundered through the valley, louder than anything they’d heard. Trees shook. Stones rolled. Birds scattered.
       Three shadows broke through the tree line.
       They were massive.
       Majungasaurus.
       Towering, thick-necked, and terrifying. Their bodies shimmered with tight, scaly muscle, legs built like tree trunks. They had thick tails and broad chests, but what struck the women most was their bizarre anatomy. Between their thighs hung heavy, grotesque organs –male and female both, swinging with each step. Their claws were sharp, but their eyes were sharper.
       Lucy paled. This... this is what they meant. Occupy them. Keep them busy.
       They weren’t animals.
       They were intelligent.
       And hungry.
       The first Majungasaurus lunged at Mitsuri.
       She leapt aside, slicing into its leg. Purple blood sprayed. Lucy called forth Taurus, who rammed into a second beast, pushing it back. Ochako lifted a boulder and slammed it into the third, staggering it. Priestess covered them in sacred light, shielding them from claws.
       But they were tired.
       Their power waned. Lucy’s summons flickered. Ochako’s breath came in gasps. Mitsuri’s swings slowed.
       One Majungasaurus collapsed, its skull caved in. The second fled into the trees, wounded.
       The third was cunning.
       It waited. Watched. Then struck.
       Lucy turned to summon another spirit –Virgo, but her hand never reached her keys. The beast’s arm closed around her waist, lifting her bodily off the ground. She screamed, legs kicking.
       —LUCY!
       —Get her!
       Ochako floated upward, but the beast twisted, using Lucy like a shield. Mitsuri charged, but it backhanded her aside. Priestess called out, “Holy Light!”, but the spell fizzled.
       Lucy clawed at the creature’s fingers.
       —Let me go! Bastard!
       The Majungasaurus only grinned. Its breath reeked of sweat and musk. Their massive cock throbbed with excitement.
       The Priestess went into extreme panic, remembering the screams of her fallen allies back home, how the succumbed against the goblin ambush. The remembrance of her party getting raped and killed right in front of her.
       Back then the slayer saved her, but tonight there was no saviour to protect them.
       Suddenly, and sparking hope, Lucy broke free. But the fight wasn’t over.
       The Majungasaurus roared in anger and switched targets. This time they launched against Ochako, but she dodged. Then Mitsuri but failed.
       The only standing duck was Priestess –who still in shock got captured. And the Majungasaurus –in fear of falling like the rest, made a run for it, back to the jungle.
       The jungle swallowed them.
       Branches whipped past Priestess’ face as the Majungasaurus bounded forward, cradling her like a doll in one thick, scaled arm. Her breath caught in her throat –she could barely scream, let alone struggle. Her limbs flailed but struck nothing solid. The monster moved fast –faster than anything its size had a right to.
       The words of the Eldrell came to her, to entertain them to survive. But what did that mean? Besides, they already fought; there was no way she would have the chance to do much. Priestess gave up when reaching this point –her body gently going numb. She was dead.
       But just when she had accepted her fate, ‘entertainment’ finally made sense. It wasn’t to fight a losing fight. It wasn’t to wrestle with them.
       Once deep enough into the jungle the Majungasaurus dropped Priestess to the ground, then went on top of her pinning the girl down. The size difference was apparent, a short girl, small chest –the only thing going for her was an above average butt that was now being forcefully touched by the creature.
       A creature much bigger than her, much stronger.
       Priestess tried to scramble backward immediately, her clothes ripping and tearing as she struggled against the claws.
       The Majungasaurus didn’t attack.
       It remained there, on top, grabbing her, breathing hard. Its chest heaved like bellows, saliva dripping from sharp teeth. Its massive cock hung low between its thighs, twitching, swelling. Precum leaking, getting all over Priestess’ clothing.
       Her skin crawled.
       She gasped at the look of the huge member almost touching her.
       —No–no, no, no…
       The beast tilted its head. Not confused. Amused.
       —No! Let me go! Stop!
       Priestess tried to move violently. She failed.
       The fear wasn’t just in her chest –it was crawling up her spine, tingling behind her eyes, pulsing in her throat as her clothes were being destroyed by the Majungasaurus.
       —No…
       Another layer.
       —Stop…
       Its eyes narrowed as her pussy got exposed.
       —Please…
       It lunged. One massive, clawed hand pressed her down onto the dirt, easily covering her entire torso.
       The second hand hold her hands in place. She struggled –but it was like wrestling a mountain.
       The Majungasaurus exhaled heavily, nostrils flaring. Its tongue, long and forked, dragged slowly along her cheek. Her hands, gripping tighter, hunching lower, its shadow swallowing her whole.
       Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes –from fear, frustration.
       Her teeth clenched. Her heart pounded.
       The Majungasaurus bent closer. The heat of its breath washed over her neck.
       And slowly—purposefully—it began.
       She could feel the Majungasaurus’ cock ram against her, breaking in like the uninvited guest it was. So close together –Priestess felt her nipples clash against the creature’s. Breasts bigger than hers. Her body desecrated inch by inch.
       It hurt too. Her body was not made to take such monster. The walls of her cervix stretching to the rhythm of the forceful penetration.
       She could feel every vein, every ridge of its monstrous cock as it violated her most intimate depths.
       Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms, as she struggled futilely against the dinosaur’s iron grip. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, fear, and an underlying musk that could only be the Majungasaurus’ arousal.
       The creature’s long tongue snaked out, lapping at the tears on her cheeks like some perverse gesture of affection. Its hips pistoled forward relentlessly, driving its cock deeper with each thrust.
       Priestess felt a surge of anger amidst the pain and humiliation. How dare this beast defile her, use her like a mere object for its pleasure? She wanted to scream and beg for mercy, but she just knew it. No one was going to save her.
       The pain, unbearable, she tried to relax her trembling muscles and ease the burning stretch of her ravaged pussy as a result. The Majungasaurus seemed to take this as encouragement, its thrust becoming more forceful, more insistent. Its claws dug into the dirt beside her head as it leaned in closer, its hot breath washing over her face. Priestess could see the hunger in its eyes, the primal lust that drove it to claim her so violently. She turned her head away, disgusted by its proximity.
       But the dinosaur was relentless. It nuzzled against her neck, inhaling deeply as if savoring her scent.
       Meanwhile, the force was turning so that you could see the Majungasaurus’ cock trying to break free from the inside, bulging the girl’s stomach.
       Tears streamed down her face, mixing with sweat and dirt. With each thrust, the Majungasaurus’ cock seemed to grow larger, pushing further into Priestess’ already stretched pussy, claiming every inch of her as its own.
       She could sense the creature’s orgasm building deep within it, feel the muscles of its powerful thighs tensing beneath her bare skin. With one last savage thrust, the Majungasaurus cried out in release, filling her with its hot seed. Priestess felt like she was being torn apart from the inside as the creature’s cock unloaded into her womb, over and over again. Any amount of semen that didn’t stay inside, leaked out.
       But it wasn’t over yet.
       In the distance, the cracking of multiple steps could be heard. The girls had gone looking for Priestess shortly after the kidnapping –a rescue mission in the works.
       They followed the path of destruction left behind by the Majungasaurus. It was a matter of time for them to catch up. The scene was horrifying.
       —You… You monster! —Mitsuri was furious—.
       —Priestess! Resist, we’re here! —Lucy was scared, but focused—.
       —That’s it! You are going down! —Ochako, still torn from the fight, refused to give up hope—.
       The Majungasaurus now turned its attention back to the other girls, refusing to give up her prey. It made a dash to attack them before they could act on their words.
       It lunged forward in a blur of motion.
       It was able to grab Ochako right away, the closest one and who seemed to be the most tired too. But that was its downfall, even with the girls being weakened and tired out, it would ultimately get taken down by this same group. She was ready to fuck Ochako, if only it had waited for the right time to attack instead. But now it had been defeated.
       With the Majungasaurus dead everyone went to look out for Priestess, in hopes that she had survived the sexual assault. She did, but her mind was understandably gone for the time being.
       She needed rest and peace. But with the threat of more of those creatures lurking around, no one could feel at ease.
       Nothing was a guarantee, the only path forward was clear: find Priestess and fight any Majungasaurus left; or the Eldrell if it came to it. And find their way back home –one way or another.
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