4 comments/ 3733 views/ 1 favorites Dynamite Ch. 01 By: Keller23 (Here's something new that I wanted to try out, a story pitch that's a little different from A Secret Revealed. Whenever I've got something weird brewing in my head then I'll release a chapter of this. Basically, this won't be following a complex plot line, probably, and it's more for me to just experiment with my writing. Might as well put it up on Literotica and have an audience of judges. Expect weirder predicaments that not every one will be a fan of. You've been warned! Please tell me if I should continue with stuff like this and as usual I appreciate all kinds of feedback. Constructive criticism is more than welcome but please don't be rude about it. Hell, I'll even take requests for what you'd like to see next. This is for fun, so let's have a good time in my fantasy world of strange characters and creatures) - Chapter 1 : Beware of the Kveldulf - Trailing through the mud behind her, a tattered cape was collecting all kinds of atrocities as she surged onward through the rain. A deep hood was able to protect her from the cold, along with a scarf that was wrapped around the lower half of her face for warmth. Her backpack rattled with spare parts and probably weighed as much as she did, and yet she slugged it over her shoulder without any complaints. The stone road was already becoming slippery and her skin was upturned with goosebumps down to the bone. She had to find a place to stay soon or maybe dump her bag's contents and crawl inside until the weather cleared up. Obviously the latter was quite undesirable to her, so shelter would be great. Up ahead, glowing auras were bobbing lightly through a cottage window. It was the only house she'd encountered on this road so far and it was a blessing to see it. Finding an unknown vigor, she turned her sluggish walking into a wobbly jog with her backpack loudly clattering after her. What a cozy place. Small and homey, a peaceful farmstead resided down a dirt path. Some livestock turned their heads to see her approaching but they gave her about as much attention as the rain...so not very much. They continued to move their jaws in creepy rhythms that gave off even creepier crunches when their teeth sliced through them. The girl shivered and focused on the towering front door, way larger than she was. Inside, she could hear faint movement and so she lifted her knuckle to the wood to give it a few light taps. A female's voice came through, questioning something, probably asking why someone was at the door at such an odd time. Another voice, a male replied to her, too muffled to hear properly. Then the door cracked open and a man stared out into the rain for a few seconds before dropping his vision to see the small girl. She was around half his size. His expression instantly softened. "Oh, hello little one" he crouched to her level to see inside her hood. Around her right eye a black symbol was boldly standing out to greet him. Almost like a spiral that convulsed inward to the whites of her hue. Her grassy eyes narrowed at him. "Are you lost? Where are you parents, child?" he asked her sincerely. Her face curled and she dragged a foot back before sending it hard into his shin. "I'm a woman, you bastard" she grit her teeth beneath the scarf. He immediately shot up, holding his burning leg. "Gah! Wench! By Odin's command I would behead you!" wincing, he leaned against the door frame. "Whatever...", the girl turned on her heels, "...you Humans are all the same. Eat my ass", she said bitterly over her shoulder. The man could only watch as she marched away, back into the rain. "What in Hell?" he was more confused than anything but he decided to leave it be. Whatever her problem was, he didn't want to ignite her fuse again. From inside the house, his wife appeared at his side with a puzzled expression. "Honey, what was that? Are you okay?" she rushed to his side. He smiled and rubbed his shin a bit more to soothe out the pain. "Nothing. It was just a Halfling". - "Achew!" she sneezed, not that much different from a kitten. Balling her fists, she rubbed her nose through the scarf and sniffled quietly. "Aw, how adorable" the shopkeeper smiled warmly at her. "Shut up. How much can I get for this stuff?" standing on her toes, she maneuvered the backpack awkwardly on the counter so that she could take out a few plates of metal. His entire mood slouched from her attitude. Inspecting one of the plates, he bit down into its edge, causing it to bend slightly. "Silver?" he raised a brow. She nodded and showed him another three of the smooth chunks, all around the size of a Human's hand. "So, how much?". "Hmm", he scratched his beard, "seven Pieces for each". Biting her lip, she danced on that thought for a few moments. "Nine for each". "Sorry, kid, but that's pushing it don't you think?" his brows furrowed. "Eight for each" she stared down at her feet to contain her anger. "Alright, fine. Eight" finding a box behind his counter, he fished for thirty-two Pieces before setting them down on the table in neat rows of eights. She opened up a small pouch and used her palm to push the rows inside, all clinking into their new home. "I might be back again this week" the coin purse was tied to her belt and she slung her backpack around her shoulder. Leaving the store, she was greeted by the moist, humid air. Someone finally woke up to do their damn job. Lazy ass sun sure took its time to spread Nephele's thighs and shed some light on the world. Staring up at the parting clouds, a shadow was suddenly cast over her. Turning her head, her gaze met with another woman's. Tall and of a brown complexion, a Human was caught staring at the Halfling. "What?" the short lady barked her question. The woman shook her head. "You're a long way from home, aren't you?" she spoke slowly, in broken tongue. English probably wasn't her first language. "Funny hearing that from someone like you" the Halfling snorted. Getting passed the passive-aggressive nature of the smaller being, she started to walk away, although she stopped only briefly to ask another question. "Your name?". The Halfling kept her mouth shut but the woman's eyes pierced into her own with a kind of sensation that felt strangely familiar, in a terrifying way. Quietly, her lips formed the words "Caco". Without another word, the Human ventured away, leaving Caco with a mind full of bustling thoughts...and fear. "Achew!" she sniffled again. Damn it. Maybe she shouldn't have kicked that guy's shin. Then she could've waited out the rain in comfort by a fire perhaps...but no, she exploded like usual at the mention of her size and then sat under a tree with only her bag as protection from the rain and cold. Fucking Humans. If it weren't for them, she wouldn't even be in this mess. All of her regrets crumbled to her feet and she glared at the city around her. It was all their fault. Their greed. They didn't deserve kindness... "Achew!". - Nothing beats a full belly of rum and steak, for money being well spent is money spent for well being. Caco sighed to free up space in her body and then rested her head against her seat. At least food was cheap for her since Humans didn't exactly know how to adjust the proportions so low. Her chair seemed way more comfortable than it actually was, probably due to her laziness after eating. But she denied herself the luxury of taking a nap. She wanted to be out of there before the sun struck directly overhead. If she hauled ass then she could make it to the next town over before night. There was a trader there that paid big for rabbit fur and she just so happened to gut one before the rain came. It's weird actually, now that she thought about it, how that rabbit was scared stiff that it didn't even notice her. Usually they were so vigilant, but this bunny was frozen in fear when she found it. Lucky break? Hopping down from her chair, she picked up her bag and got moving. She left a handful of Pieces on the table, only enough to pay for her meal and nothing else. If they thought they were getting a tip then she had bad news for them. Fucking Humans. On her way out, an elderly man by the door was blabbing some weird stories to everyone who was entering or leaving. Most people rolled their eyes to him, and some gave him a small bit of their time to hear him out but they all ultimately left with the same expression saying ‘He's insane'. Caco braced herself for his story as she neared the door but he suddenly fell silent when he saw her. Without her hood and scarf, her tattoo was openly exposed for all to see. Her messy, untamed brunette hair was barely long enough to touch her shoulders and it was naturally blown back with only a subtle, wavy fringe. The old man trembled and Caco stopped in front of him, puzzled by his strange behavior. An arm stretched for her, gripping her collar roughly. She instinctively fought against his hand but he was adamant to pull her closer. "Hey, hey! I'll cut your fuckin' jug, I swear!" her voice poured threats and insults like it was made to do so, but it didn't stop him. His rancid breath hit her cheek. "You smell like a bear's asshole! Let me go or I'll fuck up that shitty mouth of yours!". His eyes wide, he whispered the words as though they were a sin. "You will face the howl of the Kveldulf". Afterwards, his hands went slack and Caco backed away from him immediately. Fists clenched in front of her, she had half a mind to just deck him in the crotch with a good uppercut right in the jewels. His words did sink into her, though. The Kveldulf? Deciding that the old man was clearly out of his mind, she left him to his antics without punching his dick bag. What in the hell was he talking about...the Kveldulf... Aimlessly walking the streets, she pondered on what he had told her. She was shaken up by it, if she was honest with herself. Stopping dead in her tracks, she glanced down at her filthy overalls and she was suddenly aware of her odor. Maybe she could hang around the town for a little longer and freshen up. The idea of leaving town so soon didn't appeal to her anymore. Maybe the Kveldulf was waiting for her...whatever that was. Besides, rinsing her muddy clothes in the river would do her some good. - Throwing around a few extra Pieces at an inn can really pay off when it comes to service. All she had to do was tell one of the keepers that she was taking a bath and they rushed to boil some water for her. Buckets were lined up next to her tub by the time she was nude, all emitting pleasant steam into the air, heating up the entire room. A Human bath to her was like a tiny pool and so she eagerly vaulted inside. Her bag and clothes were sitting in her room, which she would wash after her own cleanliness was sated. First thing's first, she lifted a bucket into the tub and placed it down cautiously between her legs. As she waited for the water to settle, she clasped her hands together in front of her chest until her calm reflection stared back at her. "Mom...dad...I haven't given up. I never will. Have faith in me, okay? I'll make everything better" she smiled weakly, allowing her hands to lower into the water. It burned her skin at first, but her Halfling heritage quickly adapted to it, turning the unbearable heat to soothing warmth. Dwarves were hardy and resistant to most conditions but Halflings had them beat when it came to survivability. Halflings were very few in number but they could live anywhere in any climate and any hardship. They naturally adapted to their surroundings to make their lives easier to flourish. Really cold? Extra body fat in less than a week. Really hot? They disperse heat from their skin. Near water? Bigger lungs for swimming longer. No males to reproduce? The females can grow a fuckin' dick if they need one! Once she had adjusted herself to the water's temperature, she grabbed the bucket and lifted it over her head. The heat cascaded down her back and with it came a layer of dirt. She briefly tilted her head back to rinse her hair, too. It didn't last very long until the first bucket was tossed aside. Clawing at her knotted strands, she was able to straighten it out, somewhat. Another bucket up, she poured it down her chest and on her shoulders, then it joined the other on the floor. Her hands found her small, perky breasts and she wiped herself down to her toned stomach. People would often compare Dwarves to Halflings. Dwarves appeared stout and built like machines, closer relatives to Orcs. On the other hand, Halflings were rather petite and dainty, kinda like Elves. Caco was a rare exception because she was quite well-built for a Halfling, but that's just because of her long travels. Still, she remained as a small package. The bath was heavenly and she was getting absorbed in the tranquil moment. She only realized that she was out of water when she reached for another bucket but was disappointed to find nothing beside her tub. Groaning, she pushed herself up and hopped out of the tub to look for something that she could use to dry off. Neatly folded on the floor was a thick blanket of mammoth fur, the fluffiest towel you could get. The fur was hoisted over her shoulders and she wrapped herself up in the heavy coverage while she made her way to her bed. So warm... Dropping to the mattress, she was out like a candlelight before she could even think about the consequences. - "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck..." Caco burst out of the inn's doors, bag in hand and hood being pulled over her hair. Dark already? "Fuck!" she shouted at the sky, most likely waking the neighbors. She wanted to get cleaned up, not sleep for the entire God damn day. If she didn't get to the other town by morning then she was going to miss the traveling merchant group. They always had great deals and she could fill a couple pouches from the resale alone. Plus they were open to barter anything that she wanted to trade. But that wouldn't matter if she missed them! Slipping her hands through the bag's straps, she sprinted out the town's gate. Following the road would take the whole night and she could possibly be too late. But maybe if she took a shortcut through the forest and take the path between those hills, just maybe she could save a few hours. What's the worst that could happen? She'd dealt with bandits before on her own and dangerous animals were few and far between in these parts. Although she'd only taken this route once before and that was in broad daylight. Swallowing her fear, she drifted off to the side, taking a branching pathway that led up into the hills. It's not far. Suck it up and keep moving. Her loud as Hell bag wasn't helping. It bounced harshly every time she hopped over a rock or dodged around a tree, sometimes getting snagged on a low-hanging branch which caused all kinds of problems. Finally, after wading through dense foliage and following the vague path through to a clearing, she met with a slope. She glanced up to see that the steep incline led up to a rocky passage between the hills, exactly where she needed to go. Exhaling loudly, she patted her belt to look for something. There was a small lump by her hip which she dug around in to retrieve a pair of leather gloves that were made from a Troll's hide. Their entire body was like sandpaper because they spent a lot of time up in snowy regions where they needed to cling to mountainsides. Having gloves made of that stuff was a blessing in moments like this. Thrusting her digits against the slope, with great effort, she started to crawl up. If she didn't have her bag, she could've probably done this without her gloves but for the time being she would need to carry double her weight up, pretty much. The slope wasn't large for a Human, but she wasn't a Human, now was she? So, giving it all her might, she reached the point where the dirt subtly curved into solid ground. Her legs searched for something to stand on, finding a boulder protruding from the side. With a kick, she was able to pull herself onto flat land and she gave a sigh of relief. That bath meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. Climbing this little hill was enough to get her right back to square one. She got to her feet and dusted off her overalls before continuing. Now it was smooth sailing to the next town. This path would swerve around the hills and take her directly to Dagny. Moving her bag straps to fit her shoulders correctly, she jogged down the road, unaware of what she would soon witness. Damn, there were more twists and turns than she remembered, and the hills obstructed any view beyond where she was. She was lost. "Come on..." she whined, nearing yet another set of splitting paths. At this point, she didn't even know if either of them led to where she wanted to go, but she had to decide. Well, the one of the right would make more sense since it's the general direction, so that's the one she chose. The further she strolled, however, the more unsure she was becoming. Entering a wide, rocky area, she came to a halt and stared into an abyss of darkness. A cave passage? Did she go through a cave last time? She couldn't remember. But it was so horrifyingly concealed in pitch-black that she couldn't even see a meter in front of her. As she neared it, short huffs and growls could be heard from deep within. They sounded pained or frustrated, but undeniably bestial. Nope. She sharply turned away. Nope. She would rather head back and take her chances with the weird fuckin' maze of roads. Nope. Nope. Nope. But as soon as her back faced the cave, an ear piercing howl boomed all around her. Going pale with fear, she ran as fast as her stubby legs would let her. Vicious thuds and clacks were enough to tell her that something big was quickly gaining on her. It's grunts felt like they were warming the back of her neck and she increased her pace a little too much. Her boot caught one of the rocks and she was sent tumbling forward, her bag flying off off of her shoulder to crash a little ways ahead of her.. This was the end of her. Rolling onto her back, she was able to see the golden, savage slants of it's black eyes. Taller than an Orc, more terrifying than any nightmare she'd ever had, a massive white-furred beast lunged at her. It's claws opened, each big enough to wrap around the tiny Halflings body with ease. One of its talons found her cheek and she knew it was over. She shut her eyes and cringed. There was a sharp tug and the sound of chains rattling. The beast cried out in anguish, choking and whimpering loudly from the whiplash. Slamming onto its back, the beast scrambled to get back onto its feet and then clawed at its collar. Caco hesitantly opened her eyes, finally seeing what all the commotion was about. Now that it was further away, she could see exactly what the beast was. Sharing similarities of both wolf and man, it stood on its hind legs but was covered from head to toe in thick, tangled fur. The rabid monster had a look of pure anger in its eyes as it tried to break the chain around its neck but to no avail. Pinned sloppily by sharp nails to each wrist and ankle were more chains, all of them leading somewhere into the cave. It's blood streamed down the steel links the more it struggled, making Caco grit her teeth from just watching. It must be in so much pain. The way the chains were setup, at the end of its range, the beast's hands were held behind its back while its head was slightly more forward, allowing it to glare down at the Halfling. Caco was still paralyzed at the beast's paws, meeting its eyes with her own. Growling and baring its teeth, the beast barked at her with saliva forming around its chin, dripping ever so often. Something else was leaking profusely onto her leg. Slowly bringing her gaze to its stout chest and tensing abdomen, she regained the life in her legs when she saw what was twitching between its thighs. She hopped back, mouth wide. The beast barked again and its cock drooled another bead of transparent liquid to its base. It was huge, like the length of her arm, at least. Clenching with need below it, a furry sac was aching just as badly. Dynamite Ch. 01 "A-are...", she stumbled for the rest of her sentence, "...are you the Kveldulf?". At the mention of that name, the beast angrily hissed at her and fought its bonds. "Oh, I'm sorry" she noticed its aggression, raising her hands in defense. "I won't call you that anymore". For some reason, the beast calmed, slowing its breathing but still growling with each exhale. "Who did this to you?" Caco neared the beast to inspect the torn flesh of its wrists. "You're in pain, aren't you?". The beast strained to look down at her because of its collar. As she got closer, its chest heaved faster and its hips pushed forward out of instinct. Caco backed away as soon as the beast's cock nudged her side. "What?" she couldn't take her eyes off of it. "Is that what you wanted from me?" her hues narrowed. Exhaling in the form of a grunt, the beast pulled on its chains even further to present its throbbing member to her. From the looks of it, this thing was suffering and it needed release. "So you're not gonna try and eat me?" Caco asked, worriedly. When the beast didn't reply in any way, Caco thought twice about how she wanted to go about this. Sucking in a deep breath, she lifted her hand to touch the beast's cock. She couldn't just release the monster, in fear that it would kill her and move on...but maybe she could alleviate its pain a bit. Above her, the beast grunted softly from her touch. Every muscle in its cock tensed and heated, making it feel like an iron rod that had been dipped in a blacksmith's furnace. Both of her hands clasped around its base, just barely able to press her fingertips together around its girth. Squeezing it tightly with all her might, she milked it all the way to its flat cap, producing a long stream of the transparent liquid. Standing up straight, she was on eye-level with the thick cock head. Repeating the same process a few times, she could hear how the beast's growls were tuning into purrs. She leaned in, licking the cock's slit once. The beast whimpered and fought its bonds, once again. Caco smiled and then opened her mouth wide to devour as much of its cock as she could. Still throwing her hands up and down its length, she swallowed a good quarter of it in her tight little throat. The beast's knees buckled and it suddenly dropped to its haunches with Caco only needing to bend slightly to continue. Her throat bulged lewdly from the thick intruder but her Halfling blood adapted to it. She didn't struggle at all. It's as if her gag reflex was gone altogether. Without any obstruction, she sucked her way down to the halfway mark where its cock was thickest. That's as far as she wanted to go to make sure she didn't hurt herself. The beast humped pathetically in its bonds, grunting with bestial desire. Caco's hands massaged along its length until she found the two taut orbs of its sac. Cradling each one in her palms, she kneaded them softly, playing with the fur. Whimpering, its huge tongue hanging out the side of its grizzled maw, the beast bucked a few final times. No warning, just a forceful pulse of its cock nestled in her throat and then a flood of cream. Its sac visibly bobbed and churned in her palms as cum sloshed into her tummy instantly. Reeling back from the sheer amount being poured down her gullet, she stopped with her lips tightly locked around the tip. Her cheeks puffed out and were filled quickly while the rest escaped through the corners of her mouth, oozing the chunky liquid down her chin and neck. After one last throb, the beast emptied its orgasm with a fierce growl. Caco pulled off with a satisfying pop and it took her a few times to swallow the jelly-like cream. It was so potent and syrupy that it was hard to move her mouth afterwards, like she had a large helping of peanut butter stuck to the roof of her mouth. How long had it been since this beast had an orgasm? From the density alone, its cum must have been saved up for months, if not years. But why? Who was keeping this thing chained up in the middle of nowhere? Rising to her feet, she cleaned her chin and mouth on her sleeve. "Who are you?" she asked sincerely. The beast met her gaze, much more gentle than before. Still hard and bobbing by the beast's stomach, its cock sprouted a new bead of precum. It was ready for more. Caco took a few steps backwards and shook her head. "No. I'll come back tomorrow with more people and we'll get you free" she said hopefully. At the mention that the Halfling was going to leave, the beast whined loudly, its slanted hues going wide in fear. Yanking harshly to get free, its whimpers grew louder as Caco walked away. It barked and howled after the Halfling, half-mixed with its cries. Caco rubbed her arm in guilt but she kept walking. She felt bad for leaving it like this, but she was terrified of letting it free all by herself. Even if it acted distressed, it was still a wild animal. Trying to ignore its growing yelps, she was caught off-guard by a very strange sound. "Please..." barely audible and hidden behind the animalistic snarls, a feminine voice was deep inside. And then it went quiet. Coming to a sudden halt, Caco looked back at the beast who was standing upright and leaning forward against the chains. Its furry cheeks were wet with tears and there was only sorrow in its glowing golden slants. The beast...was a girl? (So, tell me what you think about the idea! I wrote this for the fun of it in like a day, so it's a little short. I will conclude this saga probably in the next chapter or two then I'll move on to a new idea. Keller out!) Dynamite Ch. 02 Here's chapter 2 of Dynamite. Please check out the previous chapter if you haven't already. If fantasy and weird stuff isn't your cup of tea then please pop in to read A Secret Revealed, instead. Futa warning, obviously. I'd like Dynamite to be more involved with my readers, so here's your chance to request a custom character. Dynamite is something small for fun, so please leave your character idea as a comment or as feedback. All I ask is for your character's general appearance, nothing too restricting, and also their personality type. If you want something specific regarding their role in the story then please slip that in, too. I'll try my best to stick to character and bring them to life. Be creative, be crazy. And as always, please enjoy my newest chapter. ***** - Chapter 2: The foreign Beauty and the abandoned Beast - "You there! Would you like to see our wares?" a bubbly man threw an open palm at his merchandise, displaying small stands of jewelry. Necklaces, bracelets, rings and trinkets, he had them all. Caco nodded when she was called out of the crowd and grabbed the edge of the table to make herself taller. Peering at all the shinies, her hues sparkled with interest. One of them caught her eye in a special way. "How much for this one?" hooking a delicate, golden chain from the bunch, she lifted it up until its symbol hung valiantly below it. Engraved with the skill of a true master, an outline of a sitting wolf was embedded within a steel circle, almost like a moon rising behind the beast. The man smiled broadly "An eye for good craftsmanship, eh? Six Pieces and it's yours." "Awesome" she exhaled, drawing the word out with her gratitude. As expected, the traveling merchant group still had the best prices for everything you could think of. Only six Pieces for something so beautiful? Hell yeah! She found her coin purse and slapped the Pieces down on the table. Necklace in hand, she wormed her way through the crowds, only catching glimpses of the other stores because of her height. Maybe she could get a better view from a little further away. Swimming and clawing her way through a sea of Humans, she finally popped out of the back. She swallowed a gulp of fresh air and then turned to check out what the district had for her. Well, she'd need to empty her bag at the nearest mineral trader, and also a stop at the leather maker to sell her rabbit hide. Then she would have a full coin purse to spend on all her luxuries. Drifting her gaze to the necklace, she stared deeply at its symbol. That beast, the Kveldulf, was still up in that cave, still in pain. She needed to find some people to help her and maybe they could free it. But would that be the right thing to do? It's a monster, isn't it? Those eyes, those sad, sorrowful eyes. No, the beast was harmless. Looking up at the booming businesses, she had come to her decision. Diving right back into the crowd, she danced her way through to an opening. "Sir?" Caco appeared from the swarming Humans, standing up on her toes and waving her hand to try and get the shopkeeper's attention. Behind the table, a rough looking guy was slicing up a hunk of venison into thin strips. "Sir!" she raised her voice but he didn't even glance at her. Curling her lip downward, she groaned. For a while, she watched as he simply chopped through the raw meat. When he was done with a slab then he would push the thin bits aside and grab another one to swat onto the table. Getting fed up with his bullshit routine, Caco spoke up. "Damn it, I just want a small bag of that" she huffed. The man, without skipping a beat, reached into his pocket to take out a thin leather sack. He held it open with his thumb and forefinger and grabbed a few handfuls of the strips to stuff inside. Presenting the full bag to her, his other hand opened to show all of his fingers. Still, he remained silent. For a while, she was confused but then it clicked in her mind. "Oh! Five Pieces for it?" she asked, giddy about such a low price. He slowly turned his head left and right to decline. Again, his hand made the same motion, opening completely. "Ten?" she said, less enthusiastic. This time, he nodded and lowered the bag to her reach. She sighed and pinched the bag from his sturdy grip, replacing it with ten Pieces. "Thanks, I guess" the words came out as a low grumble as she slotted the sack into her backpack. At least now she had something to give to the Kveldulf. How long had it been chained up in that cave? When last did it eat? She was hoping that this would be enough for it, so that maybe it wouldn't go on a rampage when they set it free. But for now, she only a had a couple more hours before the traveling merchant group was going to leave, and then they would be gone for at least another moon rotation. This was the tiny bit of good fortune that she always looked forward to, so she wouldn't let it go to waste. Besides, she still had a bag full of goods to be sold, and so little time... The mineral trader was generous as always, paying almost double the amount of Pieces for her rare metals and ores than the general stores would normally give. For the first time in weeks, she resorted to using a second coin purse since her first one was overflowing. A wide smile on her face, her back straightened out without so much weight on her shoulders, she hummed through the crowd. What a great day. With her main concern taken care of, she scanned for anything worth buying, like a new scarf, perhaps? Her grassy hues settled on a certain armored figure who stood with his arms behind his back. Proudly wearing the town's flag on his uniform, Caco assumed that he was a guard. Maybe he could help with the beast. Carefully watching over the district, the man was torn from his concentration by a soft tug on his hand. He glanced down to see the Halfling woman. "Yes, what's the problem?" he inquired. "There's an animal chained up in the hills. I think it's in pain" she pointed at the distant, blurry mountains. "An animal?" he raised a brow, losing most of his interest in Caco's words. "Listen, uh, I've got more important stuff to do than hike to the hills and back for someone's pet." She balled her fists. "You don't care that it's hurt? You don't care that it's scared and alone?" she bared her teeth at him. "Look, I'm sorry" he lazily shrugged. "My orders are to make sure everything is alright here." Clenching her hand and maneuvering it by her side, she glared up at him. "Fucking Humans and your selfish way of thinking. All of you can rot in a sea of shit for all I care!" sending her fist directly at his crotch, there was a loud clap, but not what she was expecting. Someone's hand was wrapped around her own, stopping her punch right in front of the guard's junk. The man backed away, gripping his sword's hilt. "Watch it, Halfling. We have to tolerate your kind as it is. Don't push me" his words bit into her. Caco's hues burned with hatred and she struggled against the person who was holding her back. "Say that again, you bastard!" she dared him. Still, she couldn't get loose. Her gaze shot to the person beside her. "For fuck's sake. Let me go!" she yelled, but then her entire attitude was frozen over. A woman, the same dark brown skin, the same flowing raven hair, the same look in her eyes. "You again?" Caco questioned. "I saw you yesterday". "I'm sorry about her" the woman yanked Caco away from the guard. "She has a short fuse." Clearing his throat noisily, he eased his stance. "Just make sure she stays in her place, or we'll put her there." The woman bowed in agreement and then turned to march further out of the crowd with Caco helplessly being dragged behind her. "What the fuck was that about?" Caco growled but the woman didn't say another word until they were alone between two buildings. "Whatever business you have with that animal, you better stop it" she sharply threw Caco forward, causing the Halfling to stumble a few steps. Caco placed a hand against one of the buildings to stabilize herself. Hearing about the beast, her anger dispersed as quickly as it formed. "So you know about it, too?" she sought answers. "They won't understand," The woman replied sternly. "So keep it to yourself. Understand?" her fierce hues could turn a raging bull in the opposite direction. "B-but...", Caco shivered from her glare, "...It's all alone. It's scared." "Keep it to yourself" she repeated, crunching the gravel beneath her bare feet as she walked off. Caco's gaze turned downward, darting every once in a while to see the woman. Finally working up the courage, she puffed out her chest and yelled the words "What's your name?" The Human didn't respond. - A tankard of bubbling, red liquid stood before her. Her hands cradled the steel cup gently, her fingertips tapping its sides leisurely. Its potent aroma stuffed her nose and made her lightheaded, just the way she liked it. The most expensive drink on the menu that she'd been dying to taste again, and she couldn't even enjoy it. Night had descended around her, the traveling merchants had long since departed North and the streets were once again dry. She hadn't checked on the beast like she said she would, mainly because of that Human woman's warning. How did she know about it? Why should they just leave it in pain? So many questions and the only person who could answer them wouldn't even spare her name. Caco stood with her tankard and made her way out of the bar. Perhaps some fresh air could clear her head. When the moon's reflection shone in her drink, she glanced up. It was sitting at a slight angle, around the same time that she saw the beast just a day ago. As she lifted the cup to her lips, a distant howl echoed through the hills. She raised a brow and several of the town's dogs pitched in. Each threw their head up to the moon, filling the night with their conjoined voices. Everyone eventually woke up, either to see what was going on or to quiet their hounds. Still, the most distinct and familiar howl came from far away. The beast was calling to her? Caco headed back inside, slamming her cup down and tossing the bag over her shoulders. To Hell with what that Human said. It's not like she gave a fuck about what any of them said, so why would she listen this time? That poor thing needed her. - By the time she arrived at the branching paths, an orange aura was peeking over the horizon. It was a long walk, but it was necessary. The beast didn't stop howling, and it fueled the Halflings determination. Turning down the pathway, she made her way into a familiar rocky clearing. There, chained exactly the same as the night before, the beast was sitting on all fours with its snout to the sky. Another piercing howl filled the canyon before Caco made herself known. "I'm here!" she opened her palms at her sides. Immediately, the beast's voice died down and its tail wagged excitedly against the harsh ground. Shooting forward, it sprinted at her like a dog running to greet its master, but it inevitably reached the end of its chain. It growled in pain but still continued to struggle. The beast's claws gave off skin-crawling creeks as it fought to get closer to Caco. The Halfling hesitantly inched towards the beast, making sure to stay at least a good meter out of its range. She sidestepped around it a few times to try and see where the chains were disappearing to, but it was too dark to tell. Another whimper, the beast stared at her with wide, needy hues. "I don't know what to do" Caco said honestly, throwing her hand to the side in anger. Backing off slightly, allowing the chains to droop, the beast cocked its head. "What?" She asked, getting agitated. The beast sunk to its haunches and eased, although its gaze was locked onto her backpack. Slowly realizing what the beast wanted, Caco rolled her bag off her shoulder and searched for something. When she found the sack of meat, she lifted it and gave the material a small shake. "This? Well, I did buy it for you" she shrugged and cautiously approached the beast. It obediently waited until she set it down just within its reach. Then, as she stood up, the beast's claw swiped it before the snowy fur darted back into its cave. She couldn't see what was happening because of the darkness, but she could hear everything; How the leather bag was torn in half with ease, the meat scattering to the floor in heaps, the beast violently snapping at each strip, ripping and gulping down its meal. But then it was quiet. The beast emerged slowly, a tint of crimson outlining the fur of its maw. Its bestial golden slants retracted as they were stuck by the moonlight, returning to a more welcoming oval shape. Caco placed her backpack on the ground and then sat down on it. Made to carry a load of rocks and ores, it was almost as sturdy as a shield. She watched silently while the beast neared, both of them unsure of the other's company. The chain told it to stop and it did so, taking a seat on its hind legs near the Halfling. Finally, Caco spoke. "You're a girl, aren't you?" her gaze exploring the ragged beast and its...masculine...feature. Just like before, the beast's cock was solid and drooling with need, so much so that its entire shaft seemed to glisten slightly. Multi-sexual creatures weren't exactly foreign in her world. Hell, she could grow a dick herself if she wanted to, but she opted for it to be hidden because of the uncomfortable chafing. Walking with a big ass backpack was enough; She didn't need a dick getting in the way, too. But this creature was, well, undeniably male in its appearance. That voice, though, she could have sworn that she heard a woman's voice the other night. As she pondered, she propped her head up on her palm and blankly stared into the beast's eyes. They were beautiful in their primal nature. If anything, its eyes were the most feminine thing about it. Sad, lonely, desperate. Her finger absentmindedly dipped between her lips and she chewed on her fingernail. The beast's fur raised on its back and its hips pushed forward out of instinct. Caco was dragged out of her thoughts by a low whine. Turning her gaze forward, she saw the beast's cock being presented to her, throbbing just like the night before. "Hmm..." she tapped her cheek, "Maybe one more time". She couldn't just let the thing loose, so this was a good alternative. Scooting forward on her backpack, she got as close as she could without being in danger of the beast's limbs. Its cock jutted proudly in front of her face but she ignored it for the time being. "Geez, hold your horses. You'll like this better" rolling onto her stomach, she undid her uniform and threw it to the side, along with her hood and underwear. Bare before the beast, she raised her tiny rump to it, using her backpack to make up for the height issue. Face down, she spread her cheeks, revealing the subtle cut of her flower, just barely visible on her miniature form. Thrusting out of aching desire, the beast strained to get closer but was just out of her reach. Its animalistic senses going crazy from the sweet aroma of the Halfling's dew. Caco didn't want to hurt herself on the beast's massive appendage, so she very carefully brought her hips towards it. The tip nudged her entrance, flatly pushing against her slit and covering it completely. If she were a Human, she'd be scared right about now, but her Halfling blood ensured a safe entry. Grunting, the beast humped forward as Caco continued her descent. Every desperate thrust met her taut lips, simply sliding away from them because of her tightness. The Halfling widened her thighs to help but it didn't do much. When the beast noticed that its nudging wasn't doing the trick, it opted for a new tactic. Leaning forward in its bonds, it used all of its weight to force downward into her waiting snatch. Without all the movement and only a rigid pole as he objective, Caco could focus on somehow getting it inside of her. Wriggling her hips and bouncing against the beast's cock, she felt her petals spreading for it. Her body was preparing itself, as she predicted. Then, with a long, drawn out moan, she rolled her hips back and took the first few inches, instantly coiling around it from shock. She squeezed it so tight that the beast's growl came out as half a whimper. But instead of pulling away, it tried to push even deeper, getting choked by its bonds. Caco's fingers left dark red marks on her spread cheeks as they cringed. The pain didn't last for long, though. Within no time she had adapted to it and eased into pleasure. Her hitched breaths turned into sultry groans as her hips rolled in the air, stirring up her tight hole with the beast's rod. Once the shock left her system, her snatch worked to accommodate the new girth filling it but still remained as compact as ever. The only difference was her capability to handle more. Taking a moment to get used to the feeling, Caco placed her palms against her bag and pushed up on all fours. This way, she was in control of how deep she would allow it to go. Behind her, the beast's hues seemed to be glazed over, like its mind was swirling with desire. It whined and bucked restlessly so Caco gave it what it wanted. With great difficulty, she sat back, stretching herself as the cock tore deeper inside. She winced and would randomly spasm around its length but she kept going until it hit the final obstruction. A tingling sensation flooded the pink tunnel as her love hole was pecked. The Halfling squirted her hot dew and gave a squeak, coating the beast's rod and moistening its sac with her scent. She bit her lip, coming to an immediate halt. Only half of its cock was buried inside of her and it was already threatening to enter her womb. Before she could even give the word to go, the beast reeled its hips back and thrust into her with all its strength. Caco's backpack audibly scraped the rocky floor and she braced herself with a loud grunt. "Hey! I didn't..." she was interrupted by the feeling of her slit becoming suddenly empty, only to be filled again to the brim with the beast's cock. Her body being so tiny in comparison, she could almost be lifted off the ground by its solid length, alone. To make sure that she didn't, she held onto the bag for dear life. The beast panted and bucked wildly, whining every time she convulsed and squeezed it. So tight that it would slow the beast's thrusts slightly, making it work twice as hard to penetrate her flexing tunnel. Caco's mouth had fallen open and a thin string of saliva was dripping from her chin. Every thrust was like an orgasm to her and she repeatedly squirted when the tip found her womb. She was in a state of total bliss. But it was frustrating for the beast, only having a portion of its cock massaged in the sweet, moist Halfling vice. Aching for release, it growled, but there was nothing it could do. So it kept thrusting, harder than a punch, faster than a horse's gallop. The chains always stopped it, and the Halfling wasn't allowing it to go any deeper. This would just have to suffice. Ignoring the restrictions, the beast tried to focus on every amazing detail. A Halfling's pussy was always a snug fit, but this was insane. Without their ability to adapt, Caco would probably be unconscious from the pain, but instead she was matching the beast's vigor, following its rhythm. With a loud roar, the beast's sac churned and throbbed, pumping up its thick, denied seed. One pulse filled the Halfling's womb and her limbs gave away. Eyes rolling, Caco collapsed to her stomach, still high enough for the beast's tip to nestle inside of her flower while still shooting its cream. What felt like buckets of the syrupy cum bubbled and sloshed inside of her, quickly being forced out of her abused slit. The beast's hips couldn't stop their desperate humping, causing the cream to make a messy puddle on the ground by Caco's bag. Only growls, whimpers and moans could be heard as its orgasm continued for minutes on end. Then, as the Halfling regained her strength, she crawled forward, just enough for the beast's cock to pop out of her hole. Another stream of the gooey seed poured out of her and the beast shot a final rope onto her back, leaving a white trail up the Halfling's spine. Dynamite Ch. 02 It was warm, really warm, like a pleasant brew. The heat still filled her tummy, creating a small bulge where the leftover cream still resided. She had no fear, however, since she could literally decide whether to get pregnant or not. It had to do with her ability to adapt and the need to find a suitable mate. If she didn't want to bear a child then she simply wouldn't. Her body wouldn't accept the seed. This was one such case. Exhaling loudly, Caco slowly built up her strength, once again. Propping up on her elbows, something rock hard slid between her ass cheeks. She already knew what it was and she sharply spun around to sit cross-legged on her bag. "No!" she glared up at the beast who hadn't lost the desperate look in its eyes. It's cock still unwavering and still painfully erect. A low whine erupted from its maw and it tried to present itself to her again. "I said no! Why can't you just be happy doing it once?" she folded her arms. In reality, she was still kinda horny, too, but she couldn't just spoil the damn thing. What if they let if free and all it wanted to do was fuck her? A tickle crawled up her spine and she bit her lip naughtily. Actually, that didn't sound like such a bad thing... "NO!" she shook her head. "There's more important stuff I have to do" she hopped off her bag. As her feet found the floor, a strange moistness coated her inner thighs. The beast's clumped up cum had found a way out. Shivering from the weird feeling, she scooped it from her petals and sucked her fingers clean. Yup, just like last time, except with her own fruity sweetness mixed in. It caressed her throat like milk but thicker like a salve of tree sap. She faced the beast and it sat obediently before her, awaiting her next move. "Okay, listen" she waved a finger at it as a command, "I'll be back again tonight, but only if you keep quiet." Its eyes sunk in disappointment but it remained silent. "Good. I promise I'll come back" Caco assured. She neared it cautiously and she took the biggest chance of her life. Bringing her open palm up, the beast stared it for a moment before it lowered its maw to her. Her fingers met the white fur, more delicate and soft than she thought it would be like. The beast rubbed up against her hand and purred from the depths of its chest. In a single moment, its jaw could snap her fingers off, and she was eerily aware of that fact, but it didn't. It wasn't aggressive, it was desperate for attention. It wanted someone to be with it. "I'll be back" she whispered sincerely. The beast grunted and that same feminine voice showed itself, almost inaudible. "Thank you". - As the Halfling promised, she returned that night, a few bags of venison in hand. There hadn't been a stir or sound throughout the whole day, which meant that the beast understood and complied to its end of the deal. Once the beast had been fed then she crawled into the same position, her rump presented and waiting. And once again, the hills were home to the sound and smell of sex. When she returned to the town, she tended to her usual business. Trading with the local merchants, hunting wildlife, sometimes digging around for rare materials. She slept earlier, around midday so that she could wake up sometime in the night and start her journey up into the hills, once again. How long could they keep this up? Days passed, but she never let the beast free. As gentle as it seemed, the beast was clearly a threat because of its hunger for meat. But then why didn't it try to bite her? These were the questions that made her so conflicted. She felt like she owed it something because no one else was caring for it, but then why was it chained up in the first place? Obviously someone kept it here because it was dangerous, right? Almost a week of the same routine and its chains didn't seem to be replaced or altered in any way, however Caco did find a dead deer by the cave entrance one day. She assumed that it got to close and unknowingly met its demise. Either way, the poor thing was in shreds by the time she arrived. The beast was efficient at killing, that's for sure. And that other Human was nowhere to be found, that woman. Just who the hell was she? - Caco placed her bag against a tree trunk, using the fallen leaves to conceal it. Giving her gauntlet a few precise strokes and tinkering, two iron rods flipped open with a black string connecting them by their tips. A wrist-mounted crossbow of her own design. She adjusted the trigger mechanism to hook up to her middle finger and then set a poisoned bokt into position. All ready. Keeping her fist closed and rigid, she moved through the forest, half-crouched among the tall grass. If she had to kneel then she would be concealed entirely. A deer ran through here earlier and so she decided to hunt it down for some extra Pieces. The hide didn't sell for much but the meat was always welcome in town for a good price. Besides, she could bring a good chunk of it back to the beast. A twig snapped in the nearby foliage and she instantly fell to her one knee. Ears perked for any movement, she steadied her shooting arm in front of her. Silence. Fine then, she could maybe creep around the side and get a clear shot. But as her foot moved forward, a whistle pierced the air. Caco froze as the bushes rustled before exploding as the deer sprinted through them, coming directly at her. In a panicked attempt to stop it, she pointed her crossbow at it and flicked her wrist back. The bolt loudly fired and thudded as it struck the deer's neck, but it wasn't enough to stop it. Caco shut her eyes and turned to protect herself. Another thud, the deer toppled to the side, rolling and kicking up grass as it skid to a dying halt. The Halfling opened her eyes and scanned the area. She turned around, seeing that the deer was lying dead a few meters away from her. A long, finely carved arrow was protruding from its temple and majestic feathers were swaying in the wind from the back end. The arrow looked oddly tribal, definitely not something that the guards would use. This was far more elegant. She neared the lifeless corpse, scratching her arm as the adrenaline-filled air beat to a slower rhythm. Exhaling a quiet sigh, her nerves calmed slightly. But who shot the arrow? Emerging from the dense foliage, that dark complexion almost blended with the tree bark. Caco turned on her heels, crunching the grass underneath her boots. "Wait...you're" her eyes widened. The woman brought a finger up to her lips as a gesture to shush the Halfling. Her longbow was almost the length of her body and the same beautiful arrows sat in a quiver that dangled on her lower back. Nearing her kill, the woman knelt by its head and closed her eyes in prayer. Caco held in her flapping tongue to suppress her questions until later. Although she didn't believe in anything like that, herself, she did try to respect it. The woman's eyes flickered open and she placed her palm flatly to the deer's temple to hold it down. With a single, powerful pull, she ripped the arrowhead out and with it came a spillage of crimson. She spoke in her natural language, gently patting the deer's side as she leaned in and kissed its forehead. Caco assumed that it was the woman's way of thanking nature, or something. She stood quietly, her prayer now complete. Finally, Caco could speak. "I have so many questions. Please talk to me. I want to help the Kveldulf" she blurted it all out, in one coherent sentence. Without warning, the woman's heel was firmly planted in Caco's gut. The Halfling lifted off the ground from the force and landed harshly on her back. She coughed and held her stomach in pain. "What...what the fuck" she groaned, but the woman was above her in an instant. The bloodied arrow tip was pressed to her skull and her voice was sucked down her throat in fear. Glaring down at her, the woman swore in that weird language, before eventually correcting herself to English. "If I hear that name again, I'll kill you, rat". "I'm...I'm sorry" Caco held up her palms in defeat. The woman didn't budge for a few more moments, allowing the hot blood to dribble onto the Halfling's forehead. "Don't ever call her that" she hissed and then sharply retracted her arm, leaving Caco as a terrified husk on the grass. Calming enough for her heart to find its natural beat, Caco sat upright and watched the woman stab a knife into the deer's chest. "I knew it was a girl" she said quietly. "She is none of your business" the woman snarled. Caco balled her fists into the grass. "None of my business? I've been feeding her. I've been comforting her. I'm the only who gives a damn about her!" The woman paused. "I told you to stop" her hues narrowed into that terrifying glare. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?" "No, I don't!" Caco yelled in frustration. "That's why I need to talk to you" she whined. Sawing down through the deer's abdomen, she withdrew her knife and held it up to the Halfling. "Just get the hell out of here! Leave my sister alone!" her voice cracking with her last words. "Your...sister?" Caco stared, wide-eyed. This Human's sister...was the Kveldulf? ***** The Kveldulf saga will be completed in the next chapter, so if you didn't enjoy this story then you might enjoy the next one in Chapter 4. A Secret Revealed chapter 5 is on the way, too. So, expect that soon. Keller out!