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Legends Reborn Ch. 01

By: Sirens Bane



Merle

Have you ever had one of those days? You know, you wake up, there’s nothing to eat, get in the shower that doesn’t have any water that could be described as anything other than freezing, jump out after a few seconds, slip on your floor, crack open your head, wake up in a hospital, and find out that you no longer actually exist? 

Well, the last part may differ, but I feel that enough of you know about THAT kind of day to allow me to skip a more in depth recounting of those events. I suppose I could start with my awakening in the hospital, but I’d rather start with me. Vanity always has been a fault of mine, after all, and it isn’t one I get to indulge frequently.

My full name is Merle Lynn Graile. Yes, an odd name. I’m told so daily. I generally just go by Merle, anyways. I’m relatively short, coming to about 5 feet even, and weighing in at a whopping 115 pounds. My breasts aren’t gigantic, but, and you’ll have to trust me on this one, they look pretty damn big on a gal my size. Not into the D range, no, but still, that would just be obscene on someone my size. Red hair, but, given my Irish heritage, it’s nothing strange. 

So, I’m 18 right now, a senior at Lakewood High School in fabulous Lakewood, Ohio. I used to grow up complaining that nothing exciting ever happened in my small suburb. I would sit there and wish for something, anything, to happen. Well, you know what they say. Be careful what you wish for…

******

I woke up groggy. Very disoriented. Very confused. Very…tied down? That didn’t seem right. 

I managed to open my eyes, finally. Not that it mattered. The room was almost pitch black. There was a candle, but it was either too small or too far away to shed any light on my situation. I allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness as my body remained motionless. I remembered hitting my head as I fell. I should be in a hospital, I thought. Testing my voice, I repeated myself out loud.

I was surprised when I was answered. A voice, one that came from everywhere at once, all around me, answered, “You are. You are in a hospital where your kind are treated.” The voice was deep. Male. A bit of a southern drawl to it. And, most noticeably to me, at the time, filled with hatred. I tried to take deep breaths.

“My kind?” I answered, all meekness and sweetness and sincerity. Yup, that’s me. “I think you must be mistaken, sir.” I was trying to be charming and sweet. Judging by the harsh laughter I got in return, I was not succeeding.

“Tell me, you whore, who taught you? Where are the others?” The voice was deadly serious again, no trace of the laughter from a moment ago.

Now, I have this problem. I don’t get scared. Ever. Confused, maybe. Worried, definitely. Shocked, of course. Scared, never. However, as nature abhors a vacuum, “fear” was replaced with “sarcasm” for me. “Who taught me?” I wondered aloud. When the mysterious man voiced his affirmation, I said, “Hmm…lessee…well, Mr. Corrigan taught me history freshman and junior years. I had Mr. Lackin for Algebra I both years I took that, and then had Mrs. Regin for Geometry…” I would have gone further, had an enraged roar not broken off my reply.

“Enough, witch!” Witch? Witch? Alright, seriously, did he honestly expect me to believe I was a witch? “I know how to deal with your kind, oh yes,” he said, smirking. “Power is accessed through purity. If you won’t give up your friends, my men will gladly relieve you of your burdensome virginity.” I could hear his cackle through the speaker. I heard the a metal door trying to slide open. It got stuck. I felt more awake, more energized, than ever before.

He screamed at me. “No no no no no no! You filthy whore, no! You can’t!”

I was getting angry. Another emotion to replace the fear I couldn’t feel. The man was rambling, practically incoherent by now, and I just screamed “Shut up!” He didn’t. His tirade continued. Shouting…Anger…Rage…

…Peace. 

I opened my eyes. I was standing in whole lot of dust. The man had finally shut up. Still, I could hear his breathing. He was precisely seventy two feet away. There were three other men, and two women in his room. They were all unconscious. I could see it all. 

I returned to the room I was in, my senses taking everything in. I turned slowly, witnessing the devestation. I had disintegrated the steel room. All of it. The earth above me had been hardened before it had had the chance to fall in on me. Everything else was just gone. I looked down. Yup, including my clothes.

I walked slowly out of the room, passing by at least fifteen unconscious people. The glorious power I had felt welling up inside of me was gone for now. I felt energized, like I could run a marathon and still feel up to taking the SATs when I got back. It was a heady feeling.

******

The people of the station were slowly coming to. Groggily, former Colonel William Estacade woke. He was staring at the ceiling. Something wasn’t right. He could smell smoke in the air. Why weren’t the fire alarms sounding? He sat up gently rubbing his head. He felt his elbow hit something, saw it fall to the floor. He saw a picture…yes. No! The girl!

He jumped up, full of fury and energy, ready to command his men to chase the little whore down and rape her until she was a broken mare, fat with child and obedient to the whims of his men, when he heard the first scream. It was muffled, but close by. He pulled out his gun and walked slowly, softly to the door. He opened it just a crack, looking around the room. His eyes widened.

Natalia Batkunst, the proverbial Ice Princess, was on her hands and knees in the middle of a dusty room. It was her screams he heard, and it was now obvious why they were all so muffled. The tall, dusty skinned scientist had a cock that had to be nearly a foot long stuffed down her throat to the hilt. He did an immediate double take. The cock in question belonged to a cruel parody of humanities worst mistakes. The thing was almost eight feet tall, all rippling muscle that was obvious, even under a light coat of fur. It looked oddly familiar, as if he’d seen it before, somewhere. Impossible.

Opening the door a bit more, he saw how all that cock had gotten down such a small throat. Another beast, slightly larger, was raping her from behind. He didn’t need to look down to know he was excited. A soldier couldn’t let that get in the way of his job, however. He readied both guns, and prepared to burst in the room. Before he could, the beast behind her growled out a single word: Breed. It hilted itself, viscously, in the too-tight cunt of the “Ice Princess”. The beast in front of her pulled it’s entire cock out of her mouth, and as she was pushed forward by the final, brutal thrust of the monster behind her, she screamed out in orgasm. Her tear stained face was set in an expression of obvious ecstasy, as she screamed out her pleasure. Her stomach grew, slowly but visibly, as the seed of the man/beast filled her. Colonel Estacade watched, mesmerized, as the second creature pumped an enormous load all over her face. She rose up, riding the beast, pumping more of it’s seed into her womb, and playing with her nipples as the one in front of her changed targets from her pretty, panting face to her large, bouncing breasts. 

Knowing he had waited too long already, the Colonel burst into the room, guns ablaze, realizing almost immediately that it was futile. The bullets were doing nothing at all to the monstrosities. They came toward him, and he expected a quick death. He noted the blood on Natalia’s thighs- the rumors of her virginity had proved true- but knew that he would be unable to save her, or any of them, from the scourge that magic-wielding whore had unleashed.

He closed his eyes and readied himself for death, accepting the cards that fate had dealt him. Instead, he heard a sibilant hiss behind him, saying, “Join us, brave brother,” and felt a burning scratch along his arm.

He opened his eyes and screamed as power pulsed through him. His back arched and pain raced along his body as he grew larger, furrier. Now he remembered where he had seen such beasts before. His mind screamed the word out, and his broken voice followed suit: “Werewolf!”

His muscles relaxed, leaving him standing now at nine feet, three inches. He smiled, his teeth now razor sharp. He flexed his clawed hands. Merle, he thought. I’m coming for you.

******

Merle

I realize now that the dark days to come were my fault. If I hadn’t been so wrapped up in what was happening to me, I may have sensed the opening. Maybe I would have been able to do something about it. Warn people. Close it. It’s too late to know the answer to that now.

As I’m writing this, I’m doing my penance. Future generations will know of my folly, and I accept this. I have started this, and I will finish it. However, there is much to come before the end, and many more people will be brought into the story.

Legends Reborn Ch. 02



Merle

I already talked about my awakening. Now, I will begin writing of the second part of my life. Of my ignorance, which nearly damned the world, time and again. Thus it is that I will make sure that none who come after make my mistake. My penance, like the penance of William, will not be over for a long, long time.

******

I didn’t wander alone for long. Power like mine tripped a few wires, it seemed, and brought the authorities down on me. I never liked authority, but in this one situation, it seemed like a good idea to cooperate.

And no, of course I don’t mean the police. The police would never, I’m sure, hear about this incident. I didn’t particularly want to go and explain how a paramilitary organization of witch hunters had captured me until I had destroyed their facility with my mind and escaped.

No, this was the magical authorities.

I was introduced to First Wizard Marcus Nerillus, and his apprehension squad. Formed of two War Wizards, a Shadow Adept, an Empath, and a Healer- not to mention being led by the First Wizard himself- and they were all there because enough power had been released to subdue a small nation. Apparently, they had thought to find more people there than one naked, euphoric young woman. I can’t say they were all disappointed, as they did get a free peep show (I would have thought wizards were more in control than normal men, but hey, what did I know?), leaving the two women, one a War Wizard, the other an Empath, to throw them disgusting looks, clothe me, and spirit me away to prevent me from being ravished right then and there. I may be slightly exaggerating there, but really.

So anyways, I didn’t give much thought to doing anything except going with them. Maybe I should have, as there I knew nothing about them whatsoever, but they were wizards, and I figured they could make me go with them, one way or another. I walked myself into one of their cars, sweeping regally into the back seat. Or, at least in an attempt at regality. In reality, I was probably about as regal as a street walker, as I was desperately clutching the cloak I had been loaned in an attempt to keep my nakedness covered. I fell asleep in the car, and remember little else until I got to the Acadamy, more officially known as the Conclave of Light and Shadows.

******

His roar sounded like a thunderclap in the small room. He was panting hard, blood covering his claws, more pooling on the ground. A slim creature, shaped as a man, but with a red skin, and a heart, that was warm and tough as a diamond, walked up to Colonel William Estacade. He stood beside the Colonel, and, without raising his voice, said, “And now, there is a new competitor in the tournament to decide the Alpha Male.” He turned to William. “Congratulations.”

And just like that, William Escatade, witch hunter, fanatic, and murderer, was given a chance to command an army of werewolves. Just like that, another nail was driven into the coffin of humanity. Just like that, the fate of a single, lonely witch, newly awakened to her powers, was decided.

******

Merle

Upon arrival, I was immediately bathed by a few attendants who looked strangely mindless. Their eyes looked dead. They obeyed orders, but were incapable of doing anything else. With a chill, I realized how deep the power of these men and women truly was. 

They had robbed these people of all will and intellect? Could they do the same to me? Would they?

I rubbed my head as I reclined in the tub. Lost in thought. Unconsciously, my hand slipped down to my breasts. I began to rub them, playing with my nipples, biting my lip as my worries began to slip away. My other hand went lower, and more worries fell off my shoulders. What was there to be concerned about? They had even said that I was extremely powerful. Maybe they couldn’t subdue me. Maybe they’d train me.

I found my clit, and with a gasp, began to rub it. Water sloshed over the edge as I writhed, trying hard to stay at least relatively silent as I continued to stimulate my breasts and pussy. My gasps increased in frequency, depth. My mind went fuzzy as I went faster, harder. Two fingers, all I could fit, were sliding in and out of me as I pinched my swollen nipples.

I couldn’t help it. I screamed out, “Oh, God!” A young man, probably about nineteen, burst into my room. My face was flushed, my eyes closed. I was trembling, and my orgasm was so intense that I neither felt nor heard him enter.

It was with extreme embarrassment that I realized I was no longer alone. I jerked my hands away from myself, then quickly realized my mistake and brought them back to cover myself back up, as best I could. “Out!” I screamed, torn between a terrible anger and a suicidal embarrassment. The young man threw his head back and burst out laughing. He continued laughing as he closed the door on his way out, and I heard him laughing for a few moments more.

I do not think I had made a good first impression with those I hoped would teach me.

I dressed quickly, and prayed that I would not run into the young man on my way to the Council Chambers. A mindless young man led me there. I shivered once more, glad that my little exercise in self-help had made my troubles go away, at least for a time.

I had no idea what I would expect, but somehow, the Council chamber met most of my expectations, and exceeded a great many more.

After entering through the fifteen foot tall oak doors, smoothly polished and practically gleaming, I entered a dome shaped room, nearly fifty feet high, depicting famous scenes of magic from various mythologies. Merlin giving Excalibur to Arthur. Medea, saving Jason’s life, time and again. Math, Gwydion, Morgan La Faye, Taliesin, Arianrhod, Blaise. All the world’s many masters of magic, in some of their most famous (or infamous) moments. Here, I was surrounded by the lost past of the Conclave of Light and Shadows, of the world itself. I was breathless.

It took me a moment to realize that the Councillors were all sitting around a black glass table, and that Marcus was speaking. I hurried to listen, both eager and fearful to hear of my fate.

“…and so, we would like to offer you a refuge, for the time being. A place, as it were, to study as you would, to learn a modicum of control. We must investigate this matter more fully, yes, but until the matter of the witch hunters is over with, we would offer our Guildhouse up as sanctuary.” He smiled expectantly at the finish, hoping I would accept. I was ready to accept before he even gave the reasons. 

I smiled back at him, as sweet as could be, and said, “Sir, I accept.”

And that was that.

******

Two months had passed before William had been given his next fight. This one against a werewolf who was known for his cruelty. William was not a stupid man. Thoughtless cruelty would set the werewolf down to the level of an actual wolf. William would not. His new body was a tool, nothing more. It was not a new mindset. It was not a way to debase himself, to lower himself to the level of the beasts. He would remain a thinking man.

He stood like a man, tall and proud, while his opponent circled him, prowling around on all fours. 

The fool.

The werewolf leapt at William from behind, going for his throat. Faster than the eye could see, William ducked, spun, and caught his opponent by the neck. He tightened his grip.

The werewolf was gasping for air after about thirty minutes. William knew that his kind were exceedingly difficult to kill, but this was just getting ridiculous. Thoroughly bored, he slowly snapped the neck of his opponent, allowing the crack to reverberate through the silent room.

He dropped the body to the floor, and awaited for his next orders. He only spared a moment to wonder where most of the werewolves were at.

******

Merle

In the third month of my studies, I made my first new friend. Most people kept their distance from me, and I did nothing to correct that. I was there for one reason, and one reason only: to learn the magic that would allow me to defend my loved ones, not to mention myself. I couldn’t count on another uncontrolled outburst to save me.

Anyways, she helped me out when I needed it. She told me all she knew about all the students on the premises (and she knew just about everything there was to know about just about everyone there. She was a divination major, junior year). She told me what the teachers expected, how things were done, the works. 

The thing is, she had very little innate talent for magic. She was very scholarly looking, always pushing her small glasses up on her nose, wearing completely form concealing robes (not unlike the ones I had adopted). While I was mastering spells left and right, learning to shape the elements to my will, she was struggling.

Some don’t take kindly to those who fall behind. Might makes right, and all that.

So, I walk into the Gardens one day, (which, by the way, are exquisite. While the war destroyed them all, they were definitely a sight to behold) and I heard a scream.

Now, I know for a fact that a great many people would just ignore the scream. Some would keep walking. Some would start to whistle, and immediately turn the other way. What I’m trying to say is, if you ever find yourself in a situation like this, don’t be one of those assholes.

I immediately rushed over to the garden maze. Not having the time to worry about the niceties of the situation, I formed a lance of flame, one of my two better elements, and charged straight through the maze, burning the hedges as I went. 

I was very, very angry at the sight that greeted me upon reaching my destination. My friend, Teresa Alcondair (Tess to her friends), was on a bench in the garden, sobbing. Her face and breasts were streaked with cum, some was stuck in her lovely blonde hair, and it wasn’t hard to tell from whence it came. A group of men, laughing, patting each other on their backs, were standing around her. A man was crawling between her thighs, preparing to relieve her of her virginity, and, consequently, what little power she had.

A wordless snarl tore through my throat. “What is it, exactly, that you think you’re doing?” I asked softly. The man turned around, and I gasped in recognition. It was Aaron Nerillus, son of the First Wizard. It was also the man who had walked in on my in the bath tub. And now it was the man who was trying to rape an innocent girl.

He mistook the deadly softness in my voice for fear, and smiled. He never was overly intelligent, or so I had heard. Now I knew. He turned to his friends. “Hey, this is the chick I was telling you about earlier.” That sparked a round of laughter. I merely raised an eyebrow. This, for some reason, prompted the moron to continue. “She was soaked when I saw her, last time. I bet she’s pretty hot right now.” He leered at me, and asked, “Well, bitch, aren’t you hot? Need some cock? Lemme just finish up here, and then I’ll help you out with your ‘problem’.” 

And that was the last straw. The ongoing laughter of the goons was background noise. I couldn’t even really hear it. I could feel the power, again, welling up inside of me.

I smiled.

******

William Estacade was nervous. For the first time in a long time, he felt unsure of himself. It was not a comforting feeling.

One of the more powerful wolves in the pack, he was preparing to go on a secret mission, or so he had been told, acting under the current Alpha Male. He knew every move would be judged, his every reaction watched. He swallowed a lump in his lupine throat as he felt a very human reaction.

He needed to relax before the mission. A feral smile came over his wolvish features, then, as he remembered his “gift” for winning the next battle, for a step up the ranks. 

While this second promotion had come with very little real power, it had warranted him two things: Respect that he both craved and needed, and a woman of his own.

He hadn’t wanted Natalia to die. Or even to suffer unduly. So, he had chosen her as his prize, and had tried to bring her out of the shock that she was in. He had been succeeding admirably. 

No, he couldn’t just walk in there and rape Natalia. No. He wouldn’t. That would undo all his hard work with her.

He would have to put forth all his energy into completing the task set before him. He would just pray that nobody noticed his jitters, and decided to take advantage.

******

Merle

I showed up at the Council Hall the next day, and was faced with a number of very angry men and women.

“Merle, you are charged with the murder of Aaron Nerillus, as well as seven other students. How do you plead?”

I grimaced. “I plead self-defense, of course.” I was woefully ignorant of the laws of the magical community at that time. I did not understand, properly, what I had done. Everyone else did, though. 

The First Wizard stood, glaring at me. “From her own mouth comes the admission of guilt. For self-defense, she will not be slain. However, she is to be stripped of her power and sent from this place, never to return. She is anathema. She is not welcome.”

And just like that, my life changed once more.

******

William Estacade, formerly a servant in the United States military, threw up in the bushes. 

He had not been sure how throwing up would feel as a werewolf, but it was every bit as unpleasant as it was as a human.

He had not known what he was going to have to do. He did not want to think about it. He could not stop himself.

He had killed dozens of innocent Americans, the kind he had once protected. He and his brethren had descended on the defenseless town like the wrathful hammer of God he had once considered himself to be.

Only now, he was playing on the opposite side.

He realized that now. This army, these creatures, they were the evil. But how could he stop this evil? This would not be as simple as kidnapping, questioning, and raping young women, one by one. There was an army of beasts. 

He knew he had another fight coming up. This would put him at third in line for the position of Alpha Male. It would take time, yet. Could he do this again? Slaughter innocents? Murder babies, mothers? Could he watch a town corrupted by rape and murder over and over?

A soldier must be prepared to make sacrifices. He knew that; had all his life. And he was prepared to sacrifice everything to stop the army that he had joined. 

But he needed help. He recognized that now. Someone had to be in a position to help him. 

A grim, feral smile crossed his lupine features as he realized the only real choice he had.

He called for Natalia. “I need you to deliver this message,” he said, smiling at her eager to please face.

Maybe he could be salvaged after all.

******

Merle

I walked slowly into the sunset. I didn’t really have any possessions, so I carried only the clothing that I wore, my pristine white robes blowing in the breeze as I walked.

“Merle!”

The shout stopped me. I recognized that voice. I would anywhere. Tess.

I turned, a friendly smile on my face as I prepared to hear her apologies, her excuses, whatever she had to say.

And froze, when I saw her dressed for travel, a pack over her shoulders and a big grin on her face.

“Merle! I was hoping I’d catch you,” she called, breathing heavily after her slight jog to reach me. “I’m coming with you,” she stated, more determined than I had ever heard her before. 

I didn’t question her. What had happened couldn’t have been easy for her, and I respected her right to leave her problems behind. I smiled at her to show my appreciation, and together, we walked.

******

The war had started, and I hadn’t even known it. Blinded by fear, pride, and ignorance, I had never bothered to check after what I had done to the military facility. And so, I left the only people who could possibly have helped me, forced out for murder, with the weakest wizard there. My own powers were bound; I could not use them, possibly forever. Had I known of the war, I may have just given up then and there.

I guess, in a way, ignorance truly is bliss.



Legends Reborn Ch. 03



Merle

So, there I was, powerless. My only ally was the least powerful sorceress there was (although, to be perfectly fair, she was a pretty competent diviner). I still knew nothing of the war. William was looking for a way to stop the army that he and I had unleashed, and the Conclave of Light and Shadows had not only banished me and stripped me of my powers, but had basically made it impossible for me or any emissary sent by me to approach them, save in death. The army of demons, vampires, werewolves, and other assorted baddies was growing at an exponential rate, no humans were truly aware of it yet.

So, in other words, things were bad.

Things were, however, going to get worse. The part I am writing about now is not a happy part of my life.

****

Teresa had warned me: Trouble was coming.

In an effort to avoid it, we had split up and hide. The city we were in was mostly abandoned. We had inadvertently circled back behind the armies, and not many people were left. Those that were, however, were vicious. We did not want to be captured.

And so, we had separated. In two hours, we would meet at the other end of town, hopefully safe and in one piece. I say hopefully because we were both effectively powerless. I had no magic at all, and all she could really do was divination magics. 

This was not a welcome state.

So, here I was, potentially the most powerful magical being ever to walk the face of the earth, and I was cowering in fear of a couple of uneducated street thugs. That’s just the way my life goes, it seems.

I was between two very tall, very dark, extremely ominous buildings (again, that’s just how my life goes) when it happened. Yes, I was jumped.

I suppose it was only inevitable. A lone girl, no defenses visible, of course I was going to get raped in a neighborhood like this.

However, they didn’t count on the broadsword I was wearing beneath my trench coat.

I pulled it out. It gave them a halt, but a) there were nine of them, and only one of me, b) I was a young woman, not very obviously muscular, and c) it was a little late, as three of them hadn’t halted for very long. If I were a betting gal, I’d say those three were the, er, “loose screws” of the group, but I didn’t have long to think about it.

The first one got run through as he charged me. It was a notoriously bad idea on his part, but it was fortunate for the rest of the group. In the precious seconds it took to get my sword free of the corpse it was stuck in, the rest of his group had arrived.

I was surrounded, then, by eight strapping young men with lead pipes, tire irons, and chains. The situation was, at best, bad. I was a pretty good swordswoman (the knowledge had been magically implanted in my head), but my muscles had not yet adjusted to the strenuous exercise of handling a large metal blade, nor to the very specific patterns of a master swordfighter.

Still, I held off quite awhile. After fifteen minutes, my hair was matted by sweat, and my breath was coming out in gusts. I had killed three more of them, leaving five more. However, I was slowing down noticeably. It was only a matter of time until the found an opening that I was too slow to block.

I killed two more before they did.

I heard the whoosh of a pipe descending behind me, but I was just too tired. My muscles were on fire, my breathing was hitched and erratic. I surrendered gladly to the blackness that consumed me.

******

William Estacade roared his fury. His roar was vicious, full of rage and hopelessness. 

Everyone had abandoned him. He had first contacted the Daybreak Trinity, the triumvirate that led an organization utterly dedicated to the complete destruction of the magical abomination that was corrupting the planet. They knew that, while others could take the Bible as full of metaphor and fiction, the one phrase that would always stand as truth was “Thou shalt not suffer a sorceress to live”.

They had not answered his call. Natalia had returned with the news that the Daybreak Trinity believed him bewitched, and had cut him off from all further communications. He no longer held any of the passwords, none of the contacts. In their fanaticism, they could not believe that their actions could be held responsible for the utter damnation of the world.

That was fine. He would destroy the Daybreak Trinity later, and take lead of the organization. First, he had to stop this army. But how?

His old army contacts! He had been dishonorably discharged, yes, but maybe they would respond to a national emergency.

A new plan in mind, he readied Natalia with more directions.

******

Merle

I awoke a few minutes later with a wicked headache and very little control over my body. My hands were tied together, and my ankles were similarly tied. I was trussed up like a pig for sacrifice, laying on a filthy couch in a filthier room.

The stench of marijuana permeated the air, and I could hear arguing amongst the three young men I hadn’t been able to kill, as they played cards. I had hoped they hadn’t noticed my initial struggles upon, but I had been unable to conceal my initial shock, and my soft noises when I was testing my bonds had moved the attention of my captors from internal strife (good) to me (bad). 

The three men walked up to me. The leader, a tall man, with pale white skin and ice blue eyes stared at me for a second, then slapped me. Hard.

I spat blood on his shoe. His two lackeys (for it was obvious be his actions, both now and in the argument that he was the leader) seemed to hold their breath, but the man just laughed.

He pulled out my sword, still laughing, and used to begin cutting away my clothing, piece by piece.

Yikes!

I couldn’t bring myself to get angry. I was too worried. I was completely powerless. I had nothing, anymore. No way to defend myself.

There would be no mystical surprise to the rescue this time, I knew. I didn’t even have the emotional energy to get angry, even a little bit. I cursed my fate half-heartedly as my panties were cut off, and then started to sob.

My ankles were freed, but I didn’t try to fight. I heard their cruel jokes, about how much I wanted it, how much of a little hellion I had been. Their laughter stung my pride, but I had so little pride left.

I gave up.

The leader shoved his dick in my mouth, all the way down to my throat. I gagged, choked, cried; he didn’t care. Eventually, I stopped gagging, choking, and crying. I had stopped praying for a rescue when it was obvious that none would come.

Satisfied that he was lubricated enough, the leader pulled out of my mouth. “Don’t wanna blow early, girlie,” he whispered in my ear, his hands caressing my breasts. My nipples stubbornly refused to stiffen under his ministrations, though I doubt he cared. He wasn’t in this for my pleasure.

“I’m gonna get you fat with a little bastard baby, you stupid cunt,” he told me, as he stepped up between my forcefully splayed thighs. “Maybe I’ll let help repopulate our little gang. A next generation, to carry on the family traditions, as it were.” As he was laughing, he pushed.

As his head spread the lips of my vagina, I started to scream for help. He paused, head just barely in my passage, to say, “Shut her up,” to one of the lackeys. The lackey gladly complied, ramming his cock through my lips, muffling my screams effectively while humping my face as brutally as he possibly could.

The leader tensed up, then, and though I couldn’t see him, due to the groin of another one of my attackers, I instinctually knew what was coming. 

Swallowing a sob (and an unhealthy dose of cock meat), I prepared for the thrust that would take all hope of my ever returning to magic again. For the thrust that would take my innocence.

I screamed as he pierced my hymen. He laughed raucously, pointing down to his friends. “Hey, the bitch was still cherry!” They all had a good laugh at that, as my blood stained the already filthy couch.

The tall man started pumping into me, vicious and uncaring for how sore I was. He grunted as he thrust, hilting himself in me as our pubic hair mashed together. There was a good deal of pubic hair stuck to my teeth when the first lackey pulled out. He went down, and wrapped my tits around his saliva-wetted cock.

He groaned out, “Oh, her titties feel so nice,” as he pumped, and the man humping my bleeding cunt merely grunted again. The third lackey, who had been taking care of himself by hand, leapt at the chance of taking one of my holes. He thrust into my mouth, now free to pleasure him. I no longer had the energy to scream as the three thugs raped me. 

It had been awhile since they had had a woman, and they were taking it out on me. The lackey in my mouth was the first to cum. He shoved his crotch all the way into my face, groaning loudly, and firing his sperm straight down my throat. I started to choke on the cum, thick and disgusting. My stomach rebelled…

The man tittie-fucking me shot his load all over my face and breasts. “How would you like a little pearl necklace, you fucking cunt,” he groaned as he shot. I could feel the vomit coming up as he dismounted me.

With a loud grunt, the man in my cunt came. I could feel each thick, viscous shot, as it splashed through the inside of my sperm soaked, bloody cunt. 

As he pulled out, he laughed at me. He was saying something, but I couldn’t hear him. Everything was going black. I couldn’t breath. I was choking to death on vomit and cum.

My last thought as I went blank was: what would my mother think when they found my body…

******

I woke up a few minutes later to a burning pain in my rectum. They had figured our what was wrong in time. Damn.

I was bent over the arm of the couch. More sperm coated my thighs. Another man was raped my cunt, adding more sperm to the mixture in my womb. The leader was taking my final virginity. 

My face was being smothered in a puddle of vomit and sperm on the couch cushion. I could feel a think prick being shoved in and out of my sensitive asshole.

My tears added to the mixture on the couch cushion, as the man pulled out of my rectum, and thrust him cock back in my dirty cunt. Another load was added to my womb. True to their promise, they were going to try and impregnate me.

As one of the lackeys stepped up and thrust into my tender asshole, I heard a door shatter. Tess stood in the door way. Magic blazed around her hands, and a lance of fire pierced the heart of each of the three thugs. It had probably taken her five or six minutes to prepare that single spell. I didn’t have the energy the thank her. I just passed out again.

******

William Estacade didn’t know what to do. His army contacts had abandoned him as well. They didn’t believe that he was telling the truth.

He had been kicked out of the army when he had killed a young woman, a woman who had admitted to being the high priestess of a coven. The uppity bitch had thought herself safe. The spawn of Satan was never safe from him. 

He hadn’t known that the corruption had spread so far, however. He had thought to be applauded for doing God’s work. Instead, he had been dishonorably discharged. The media surrounding the event had turned it into a circus, one that he had had no chance of coming out as a hero in. 

However, his actions had come back to haunt him, for none were now willing to believe that a hostile army was gathering. They didn’t believe him!

He wanted to cry. He wanted to be human again. Why did this have to happen? What had he done wrong? 

Even as he despaired, his mind was whirling away, marking off every possible source for help, one by one.

The list was rapidly shrinking, and he was rapidly running out of ideas.

******

Merle

I woke up a few hours later in some woods. The trees, the undisturbed, safe nature should have relaxed me. It didn’t. As memories of my day slowly filtered into my mind, I just shut myself down. I couldn’t deal with life.

I could still see and hear. I just didn’t care. I couldn’t bring myself to care about my life.

Tess silently shoveled food into my mouth. I chewed; I swallowed. It tasted like cum. I had to work to keep my stomach down.

After I had eaten, Tess began to let loose a stream of apologies. She babbled on. She was sorry she hadn’t saved me as I had saved her. She was sorry I had lost my magic. She was sorry that I had gone through what I had gone through. She was just plain sorry.

I didn’t respond. I didn’t see the sadness in her eyes. 

Returning to an uncomfortable silence, she wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and together we walked.

******

She set up wards around our camp that night, before we slept.

Before she slept, that is. I couldn’t sleep. I just stared ahead. I had been raped. It was inconceivable. This didn’t happen. It couldn’t.

My mind struggled for God only knows how long with the concept that I had been raped. I had heard that some women enjoyed it. That couldn’t possibly be true. The horror, the pain, the feel of utter worthlessness…it was overwhelming.

Eventually I must have drifted off to sleep. When I was aware again, we were already moving. She was silent. She didn’t eat at any of our breaks, but shoveled food down my throat. She cleaned me, fed me, took care of me in every way. She grew gaunt, haggard. She looked to be all skin and bones, and her eyes had lost their luster. I didn’t notice.

We finally reached a cabin in the woods. I could tell, even through the haze that I was living, this was wear she wanted to be.

She sat me down on the steps leading to the door. She conferred with a male voice, saying something. What, I don’t know.

A stronger pair of hands picked me up and dragged me through the door. I was laid on a bed. Tess came up to me. She slapped me once, until my eyes focused on her. She said, slowly, as if talking to a child, “I tried to help you, as you did me. I couldn’t stop them from taking everything from you. I failed. I completely and utterly failed. And I’m sorry. I just want you to live again.”

The next morning, I awoke. I waited for Tess, but she didn’t come. I waited for about an hour, but nothing happened. Finally, I got up. Through sheer force of will, I walked through the door and into what I deduced was the kitchen. I made myself some food.

After I ate, I stepped outside to a horrific sight. Tess was hanging from a tree branch outside, obviously dead. She was just…there, swaying gently in the breeze. She looked so serene. For the first time in I don’t know how long, she looked to be at peace.

It was then that I realized. I hadn’t responded to her when she had begged for my forgiveness. I hadn’t comforted her when she realized that she had failed me. I had just…given up. I had refused to see that she could needed help, too. I had refused to see, and it had cost me the only friend I had.

Just then, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I remembered that the cabin we were in had an owner.

******

Only one name remained on William Estacade’s list. Only one person who would believe him. Whether that person would help him remained to be seen, but at least the message would have been spread. At least it was possible.

There was still hope, no matter how little it was.

******

And that was the third part of my life. The loss of all remaining innocence, the loss of all seeming hope. I had nothing then. I had no power, I had no friends. I was the cause of the death of my only friend. 

In my selfishness, I had refused to aid someone who wished nothing but good towards me. In my despair, I had basically killed the only person in the world I could trust with anything. Never again would I let that happen. Never again would I let my needs, my wants, my petty desires, to interfere with what was right.

It was a turning point. A harsh one, but an important one. I would learn what I needed to learn, I would do whatever it took to protect the world’s innocent.



Legends Reborn Ch. 04



Merle

So, the good news: The seal on my powers was gone, and I was once again sleeping in a comfortable bed.

The bad news: I had been brutally gang raped by a few men in a deserted city, and the loss of virginity meant the loss of any power I had. My best friend, who had been counting on me, hanged herself due to my lack of caring and/or support. And I was stuck living with a man I didn’t know, God only knows how far from my home. I didn’t think a diviner like Tess would lead me to a place that didn’t offer at least the chance at redemption, but I couldn’t be sure. Oh, and I still didn’t know about the army of hellspawn that was ravaging the land.

So, I guess you could say that things weren’t looking up for me (or the world) at that point.

******

I had been terrified to realize that I was alone with an unknown man and completely and utterly dependant on his welcome. I did not have the highest opinion of men one could have, but that’s understandable, given my history with men.

The man, however, had been nothing but kind. He looked like a hard man, though he was much younger than I had expected. At most, he may have been twenty. I sat in his kitchen in silence, sipping on a mug of hot chocolate he had made as I waited for him to start speaking.

“So…this is what you look like now,” he said, half to himself. 

Now, this raised some questions, as I was quite certain that I had never met this man before in my life. I was too timid, to tired, to confront him directly, however, so I merely settled for saying, “Pardon me?” as meekly as possible.

This provoked, for some unknown and vaguely worrisome reason, a frown. He studied me with dark eyes, and mumbled again, this time saying, “She was right. You’ve lost your fire.”

I was assuming he was speaking of Tess, but even that could not bring be out of my despairing stupor. I wanted desperately to be able to protect people like Tess, the innocents, but my power was gone.

I didn’t notice, then, the cunning look in the man across from me’s eyes. I didn’t notice the tiny smile, or the whispered, “That might just work.” If I had, things may have turned out much differently than they did.

He smiled at me, and said, “Merle,” softly, catching my attention. “Do you want your power back?” he asked me gently.

I nodded, shocked. My power was gone. Everyone knew that a female couldn’t use magic unless she was a virgin (by everyone, I mean everyone familiar with the magical community). Privately, I was a bit thankful to be female, anyways. A female can’t access her magic once her virginity is gone. To take magic from a male, you must castrate him. Decidedly less pleasant.

His smile was gentle, caring, persuasive. “Then all you have to do is do everything I say, without question. Can you do that?”

Desperate for power, I nodded, and signed my fate away to him.

His smile grew wider. “You, my dear, can call me Blaise.”

******

For the first time ever, William Estacade was called before the Elders. A vampire, a demon, and a werewolf, the oldest of each of the three. They were the driving force behind the army, the power and the motivation. 

He had no idea why, although there were many possibilities. They could have discovered any one of his attempts to warn humanity of the army at its doorstep. So far, the army hadn’t done anything noticeable. However, it was only a matter of time before they were ready to truly move. William didn’t want to wait for that time. He didn’t want any more innocents sacrificed to his folly. 

He was dedicated to their protection; he had failed them.

If they had discovered him, he would meet them with a brave face. He would not run, like a coward, to be hunted down and destroyed.

However, the one thing he was not expecting was to be greeted by the sight of a prisoner in the white robes of the Daybreak Trinity. He almost smiled, then. They had sent an assassin after him, thinking him bewitched. The assassin had wandered blindly into an encampment of a supernatural army.

He knew he’d have questions to answer, but they would be easy, so very, very easy, in comparison to the questions he had thought he’d be answering.

He prepared his lies, and plotted on how to further sabotage his army.

******

Natalia Batkunst walked slowly down the street, ignoring the curious looks from bystanders. Even dressed as raggedly as she was, Natalia was still a beauty that was nearly unparalleled. 

She finally reached the house she was looking for. It was a plain house, painted white, with pretty red shutters and a white picket fence. She had never seen it before, but the address she had been given was the address on the house, so she was in the right place.

She entered the house, slowly. She didn’t think anyone was home, as there were no lights on, and no cars in the driveway, but she didn’t want to take a risk and come up short. Not with so much on the line. She had a message to deliver to the person who lived in this house, and she would get it done.

She had had her whole life planned and plotted. She would publish, find a rich husband, and have his money support her further researches, able to ignore risky grants. All that was changed on the day she was gang raped by that pack of horrid werewolves. 

She could still feel them, when her mind wasn’t occupied. She could feel the thick, half-human cocks being shoved into each of her orifices. She could feel the seed that filled her belly. With a deep and everlasting shame, she could still feel the orgasm that had come crashing through her, could still hear herself begging for the seed of those beasts.

Better not to dwell on it. She knew that she had a job to do. A job that, if successful, would bring the bastards who had destroyed her. Those bastards who had ripped her virginity away. Those bastards who had given her such pleasure as she had never before known…

Natalia sat down on the couch, lonely and bored, and, remembering pleasurable torments long past, let her hand stray down into her pants, to rub her pussy.

******

Merle

I was on my knees then for a reason. I’d like to tell you that that reason was that I had dropped to my knees in thanks that my powers had miraculously and suddenly returned to me. Or that I had stumbled on my way to go back home, to return to my normal, worry free life. Or even that I was cleaning Blaise’s floor.

I was sucking his dick.

I had though maybe I’d have to do some chores around the house. Maybe something like that. But no, he had me sucking his cock.

I wasn’t very good at it, and I could tell, because every so often, he would pull out of my mouth and slap me, saying, “Do it right, you stupid whore.” Then, he would shove his thick cock back in my mouth, and start humping my face again.

After a few minutes of that, he looked me in the eye, and said, “You had better swallow every single drop of my cum. You got that, cunt?” 

I quickly nodded my assent, desperate to have him finish. I didn’t see the flash of disappointment in his eyes.

Finally, with a groan, he came in my mouth. Rope after rope of thick jizz spurted first onto my tongue, and then further, down my throat. Despite the disgusting taste, I swallowed as quickly as I could.

I looked up at him hopefully, praying that I had done good enough. He merely zipped up his pants and said, “You can do what you want for the next three hours. If my lunch isn’t ready at noon, I will beat you bloody.” 

I lowered my head, determined not to let him see my disappointment. “Alright,” is all I said, and he walked swiftly out of the house, leaving me to further wallow in self pity and disgust.

If being this man’s whore for awhile was the price of my powers, I would do it. It demeaned me to be whoring, but it was all I had left. I was useless.

I walked to my bed, and went to sleep, determined to regain my power.

I woke up and looked at the clock near my bed. Shit! It was ten till twelve! I had ten minutes to make something.

I went simple. I went classic. I went sandwich.

He wasn’t disappointed. Truth to tell, I don’t think he expected me to have made him anything. He picked up his sandwich and sat down at the table.

I made to sit down across from him, but he stopped me quickly. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked me softly. 

“Sitting down to eat,” I replied, confused. He shook his head.

“No, you aren’t. My whores don’t eat with me. They eat in their room, on their time. The only place they have at the table is under it or on top of it.” He flashed me a cocky grin, and added, “I’ll leave you to decide whether you want to fuck or suck…this time.”

I hurried under the table and unzipped his pants. As Blaise sat at the table there, eating the sandwich I had made for him, I slipped my lips around his hard cock, and began to bob my head.

******

William circled his opponent, surrounded on all sides beasts of all kinds. Evils of all kinds. The stuff that made up the horrors of humanity’s stories for thousands of years.

His opponent was the highly trained Daybreak Trinity assassin. The man moved faster than most humans, and was armed with a silver sword in one hand and a silver dagger in the other. This fight would not be an easy one, but it was a very, very important one.

The assassin (who’s name William vaguely remembered as Edward), lunged in cautiously, slashing forward with the sword’s long reach. William easily dodged, leaping backwards with the preternatural speed. He then lashed one claw forward, thinking to catch the assassin pulling back. He had miscalculated, however, and Ed’s dagger, so fast that even William had trouble seeing it, slashed William’s claw. 

Roaring in pain, William pulled his paw back. He knew he’d have to finish this soon, now. He could feel the silver, poison to his kind, coursing through his veins. He could feel it weakening him, slowing him.

Charging, William surprised all involved. Just as he reached the assassin, he slid forward, baseball style, feet first. The vicious claws on his feet tore through the feet and shins of Edward, and the man doubled over in horrified pain. 

He had a split second to realize his mistake before William tore out his throat.

Getting up, getting weaker by the second, William listened as the Werewolf Elder, Lupar, proclaimed him, William Estacade, his second in command, field leader of the werewolf army.

William smiled, then collapsed.

******

Merle

I begged, “Please, do not make me do this.” 

He stood there silently, staring me in the eyes. “You will do it,” he stated finally. “You will do it, for you have no choice.”

Since yesterday, I had swallowed his cum four times. I had swept every floor in his house, dusted, and cooked all his meals. I was growing to be quite the cocksucker, or so he said. Now, he was going to make me fuck him. That wasn’t something I ever wanted to do again. He was right, though. I didn’t have a choice.

Slowly, I moved down and bent over the table. He placed his dinner on my back, and started to eat. The plate was hot on my back.

“Please, would you put the plate on the table,” I asked softly, as I felt him placing his cock along my cold slit.

He smacked my ass roughly, once, twice. “You do not speak during meals, cum bucket.” He thrust into me, as hard as he could. I muffled a scream, not wanting to irritate him.

He fucked me slowly, not wanting to disturb the meal that was heating up my back to an extraordinarily unpleasant degree. I could feel his cock abusing the inner walls of my vagina, stretching them as he filled me up slowly, thrusting in to the hilt and then pulling out again.

Finally finishing his dinner, he started to fuck me faster and harder. I had to muffle another scream as he first thrust in as hard as he could. He filled me so fast, with such anger, I thought I had angered him. 

It was all piling up, and I started to sob. He didn’t comment or slow down, just kept hammering into my still tight, still dry cunt. 

Finally, he commented, “I wonder if you’ll get pregnant?” as he began to hump even faster.

I started sobbing harder, worry after worry blasting through my mind even as I felt his cum blast into my womb. His last, hard thrust, hilting himself as his sperm filled me, knocked the plate onto the floor. He groaned as his seed filled me, then finally pulled out.

He zipped up his pants, and looked at me dispassionately. “Clean up that broken plate,” he said, leaving me to sob, bent over his table, sperm running down my thighs.

******

Natalia rested on the couch, slowly fingering herself to orgasm for the third time since she had arrived, over twenty-four hours earlier. She was completely nude, and had a glass of wine in one hand.

She spilled her wine all over herself when the shock of hearing the door open combined with her own orgasm. Before she could stop herself, she started to moan loudly, crying out as she came.

Opening her eyes after her intense orgasm, she found a very shocked looking man her age staring at her.

At the same time, each of them asked the same question: “Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck are you doing in this house.”

It was too much. They both started laughing.

******

William paced desperately in the privacy of his own (much larger) quarters. His room was better, his loot was better. Everything was going good, except for one thing.

He hadn’t heard back from Natalia yet. She was supposed to deliver the message, wait for a reply, and return. She should be back by now.

He was growing worried. He knew it was only a couple of months until the armies were completely ready to move. He needed to meet with his last hope, discuss a plan. Discuss two plans or more.

Dammit, a massive operation like the one he needed to run would take quite some planning. He needed to plan.

Where the fuck was Natalia?

******

Talvin pumped slowly between the thighs of the beautiful woman he had found on his couch. He kissed her softly on the neck, bringing her close. His hips moved slowly as his cock slid in and out of her very damp vagina.

He groaned loudly, moving his head down, the moans spilling involuntarily from her ruby lips music to his ears, as he began to lick the spilled wine off her naked breasts. Not exactly the use he had had in mind when he bought the wine, but he was happy.

Natalia’s hips met the gentle thrusts of Tal, his thick cock easily fulfilling her aching pussy. She gasped, disbelieving that lovemaking could feel like this. This gentle, this caring, this good! Her legs wrapped around his waist as she began to urge him on, his slow torture making her explode in orgasm for the second time since he had begun.

Tal moved back up, and began to devour her mouth with his own. He had never met a woman who looked like her, a woman so filled with passion. She was almost virginal in her reaction to his gentle caresses. He caught her gasps and moans with his lips, and caressed her tongue with his own. 

Natalia came for a third time in thirty minutes, feeling Tal finally begin to speed up. “Yes,” she gasped, pulling her lips away from his own and throwing her head back as he began to ride her harder. “Yes, cum inside me! Fill me up!”

Tal was more than happy to comply, and thrust himself as deeply into her very moist pussy. He clenched and moaned, and began to fill her with his seed.

Feeling her womb fill with his cum set Natalia off again.

They came down together and lay, sweating and breathing heavily, on Tal’s couch. Finally, he managed to gasp out, “Why did you say you came?”

Natalia had to swallow before she could speak, and took a couple breaths. “I was looking for Merle Lynn Graile,” she finally managed to say.

He pulled back slightly, so as to look her in the eyes. “My sister has been missing for nearly four months,” he stated.

******

Merle

Another day had gone by. I had sucked Blaise off two more times that day, and that night he had fucked me in bed, cumming again inside of me, filling my womb with his seed. 

I still hadn’t learned any more magic. My cocksucking was getting good, as was my housework, but my magic was still nonexistent. All my worries combined to give me a massive headache.

He had left me alone at breakfast, but now, at lunch, he was bending me over the table again.

I was prepared to be fucked again, though I didn’t want to be. I froze when I felt him spit on my asshole.

I swallowed the desire to beg him not to. Cum buckets don’t speak like that to their masters. I felt his cock press hard against me, before, finally, it slipped into my ass.

The combination of worries and head pains and now being anally raped finally broke me. I could feel anger, wave after wave of pure, unadulterated rage wash through me. I began to breath heavily, and then I screamed when he cock was hilted in my ass.

The room around me began to set fire. I saw red and flame filled the whole of the room, destroying everything around me. I vaguely heard Blaise begin to shout an incantation, but it didn’t register.

Finally, everything stopped. The kitchen was perfectly fine, absolutely normal. And I could feel a deep pool of magic, waiting in my soul.

The thick cock was gone from my ass, as well. I turned around to see a proudly smiling Blaise. “Welcome back, my errant pupil,” he said, and then hugged me as he started to cry.

******

I still didn’t know how my powers came back. It made no sense; it defied every magical law I had ever been taught. It baffled me, as did Blaise’s reaction to me. I had thought he hated me. Apparently not.

My brother, Talvin Aison Grailem, had met up with Natalia (which is very important, though I wouldn’t find that out for some time). William Estacade was leading the armies that would destroy humanity. 

Slowly, hope was returning to me. My powers were not gone. I was not without allies. 

Everything had changed, and the world was a brighter place.



Legends Reborn Ch. 05



Merle

So. All hope was not lost. I still had a chance, humanity still had a chance. More than that, I had someone who seemed to know more about magic than the entire magical community. Oddly enough, this someone seemed to know me quite well, despite the fact that I was quite sure I had never met him before I arrived half-dead at his cabin in the woods.

Admittedly, not everything was all rosy red, even for me. I had been raped, possibly impregnated, by four people. My best friend had hanged herself due to my lack of support. I was living with a man who I didn't know. 

And I still was completely unaware of the war brewing around me.

******

I quickly pushed Blaise away. The man had, after all, been raping me for a few days. In my eyes, we weren't exactly the best of friends. I looked him in the eyes. I could feel a little pool of rage inside of me. "What did you mean, 'my errant pupil'?" I demanded. I could barely contain a snarl. I passed it off as rage at my former situation.

He looked at me with confused and hurt eyes. "What do you mean? Don't you rememb...Ahhhh." I could see understanding dawn in his eyes. "Of course you don't remember, else we could have passed all of that earlier unpleasantness. My apologies." He gave be a deep bow.

I was growing angrier by the second. He was not going to get out of this. Apparently sensing my desire to challenge him, he mentioned, "Aren't you glad you got your magic back?" he asked.

I had to actively fight back anger, burying it under an emotion that should have been natural to me at the time. "What now?" I demanded. "Are you going to tell me that sex will fuel my magic now? Say that the more I fuck you, the more powerful I'll be?"

I truly expected him to answer that in the affirmative. I was hoping he would, actually. It would give me a reason to kill him, then and there. He didn't, however. He smiled softly and snorted. "This is real life, girl, not one of those cheesy erotic stories." Even I had to smile at the absurdity of that. Of course this wasn't an erotic story. "No," he said. "Your power comes from rage."

I felt the pool of rage in me, and realized that it wasn't natural. I shouldn't be this angry. "I was told it comes from purity," I said, thoroughly confused. 

He smiled. "Nope," he said cheerfully. "White magic comes from things like purity, innocence, and love. Witnessing the near rape of your friend, and killing the attackers took your innocence. Your purity was lost in rape, and you're despair had killed any chance of you feeling love at that time, even for your friend. You had no conduit for white magic.

"You had really been performing both white and black magic. However, you were never born for white magic, and despair is not conductive to either types of magic. You needed rage, lust, ambition. You're the Lady of Earth and Fire; to access those elements to their fullest, you must be a full-fledged black magician. You must become a Sorceress, instead of a white magic using Witch or a neutral Enchantress. Now, you have little choice."

I stared at him, silently absorbing all that was said. I latched onto one thing. "The Lady of Earth and Fire?" I asked.

He smiled. "Later."

******

Natalia and Tal sat together, naked. Tal had an arm around her.

He couldn't say why, but he trusted her more than he had trusted anyone in a long time. It was as if they had a soul-deep connection between them, one that pulled him to her, made him believe her ridiculously unbelievable story.

She told a tale of wonders and madness. His sister- a witch? An army of werewolves? Preposterous. And yet...he felt that he had to believe her. It felt so right, what she was saying.

"I can take you to the werewolf army," she said to him. Tal frowned. That was not wise.

"No, I think it would be better if I stayed away for a little while. You go back to William. Tell him you've made contact with me, and that I'm willing to help you. 

"Then, you come back here. This is the only home she knows. We'll wait for her here. Going out would be pointless." He smiled at her. "I can pull out my guitar, play a little for you while we wait for her."

Natalia licked her lips, smoldering eyes staring at him as they began to glaze over with passion. "I can think of a more interesting way to wait for her," she murmured, pulling Tal to her.

Tal smiled. "I love a girl with a zest for life," he whispered in her ear as he slid into her. She was still wet from their recent exertions, and he slid easily into her tunnel.

Gasping slightly, then biting her lip, she gave a soft moan through her teeth. "I don't know if it's life, precisely, that I have a zest for," she murmured back, her breathing hitched as he moved gently inside her. Her hands clutched at his back, her eyes closing as she melted into a soft kiss with him. 

His tongue caressed her own, gently, as his hips began to thrust slightly quicker, changing their pattern. He caught her gasp in his own lips, and used one hand to start to play with her breasts, gently teasing the nipples.

In complete silence, their lips locked tightly together, they made love. Natalia began to move her hips in perfect time with his thrusts. 

Natalia started to shiver in slight, silent orgasms that left her quivering in Tal's arms as his own thrusts started to speed up. Natalia came down from her orgasm, shaking deliciously just as Tal groaned, and started to cum inside her.

Twenty minutes later, she was ready to leave. He hugged her at the door. "Come back soon," he whispered, not knowing why he felt so deeply for someone he barely knew.

******

Blaise pointed a finger. A line of orange flame quickly followed the line, shattering an already burnt tree trunk. As heated tree trunk shards burst towards us, I raised the earth in front of me in a shield. Or, I tried to.

What actually ended up happening was this: A wall of earth rose swiftly from the ground, shielding us both from the shards. Then the wall of earth crumpled, and fell back to the ground.

I screamed as my left sleeve caught on fire. "Master, help!" I shouted, trying desperately to remember how to get a fire out. Was it stop drop and roll? What was it? 

I stared desperately at Blaise, my mentor in all things magical. He merely stared impassively back at me. What...? I thought he was going to help me? Or was it a ploy.

I could feel my rage building. While I was, in a sense, permanently angry now, due to Blaise's spell. Who did he think he is? I thought I was some high and mighty Lady of Earth and Fire? What the fuck did he think he was up to?

As my rage built upon itself, I began to feel warmer all over. I realized that the flame was enveloping me, and that stupid little fuck, that pompous, stuck up bastard, was doing NOTHING for me! Nothing!

I didn't see his fist coming, and I soon blacked out.

******

William stared at his only ally in amazement. "What did you say?" he asked carefully. He wanted to make sure he had heard the Ice Princess right.

"His name's Tal," she said quickly, impatient at having to repeat himself. "He's Merle's sister, and he says that she is missing, and has been since the day we took her. But he offered to let me stay with him and wait for her to return." She fairly bounced at the prospect. This was not a mood William generally associated with her.

"Can he be trusted?" he asked dubiously. "He is, after all, devilspawned, like that whore of a sister."

She shook a finger at him. "First off, you are asking Merle to ally with you in this fight against an army of real demonspawn. You, technically, are demonspawn. I'd cool it on the whore thing, as well."

William looked at her cautiously. "And second off?" he asked slowly.

She slapped him. "Of course Tal can be trusted!" she exclaimed.

"You've known him for all of twenty-four hours," he said. "How the hell can you make a judgment call like that based on so little information?"

"Tal can be trusted, you self-righteous bastard," she almost spat at him. "I would bet my life on it. And I can make a judgment call on that because it's correct, and I know it is!"

A slow smile spread on the furry face of William Estacade. "Has Natalia Sophya Batkunst, the Ice Princess, finally taken the plunge? And with one of the Others, at that?" he asked teasingly. He had meant it as a joke.

Natalia hadn't taken it as such, however. "Yes, I have. And however unwise it may be, I know that this is right. I feel it." Her voice was very serious, her tone that of someone speaking without doubt.

William was very, very worried that someone could have such power over his Ice Princess. It was disconcerting. 

"Go back at wait for Merle there," he said decisively, putting his personal feelings aside for the moment. He had a country to save, and personal prejudice could play no part in saving it.

******

I woke with a blinding headache and a fear that I was scarred for life with horrible burns. 

I opened my eyes slowly, and could see the ceiling of Blaise's room above me. I didn't look down, as I didn't want to see the scars that would riddle my body. I could feel tears welling up as I hesitantly brought the fingertips of my right hand up to delicately feel my left arm. 

It felt smooth as silk. Smoother than it had been before the incident, as a matter of fact.

I turned my head to see a smiling Blaise sitting beside my bed. "You...healed me?" I asked nervously.

He laughed, releasing pent up energy, and shook his head. "Lady of Earth and Fire, remember," he reminded me. "You are the Mistress of all magics of Earth and all magics of Fire. You think you can be burned to death?"

"I can't be?" I asked.

He smacked his forehead, almost comically. "I can't believe I forgot that you no longer know these things!" He leaned in closer, speaking eagerly, "There is a reason you are the Lady of Earth and Fire, and it's because that's who you were in your first life. While you were dead, someone else took over your position, despite the fact that you are much more powerful."

"My position?" I asked, confused. I should have been dead, or at least scarred. Instead, I was healed, and apparently entitled to some sort of magical position.

"Yes. Everyone has two magical Talents, and their title is those two Talents." he said, smiling. He walked over to a table on the far side of the room, and returned with a cup of water. I drank gratefully, aware for the first time of just how thirsty I was. I also had a pretty bad headache. "Their position is to rule over the Realms which their Talents place them Lords and Ladies over. I am the Lord of Darkness, and a lesser Lord of Fire. You are the supreme Lady of Earth and Fire."

"So what's this position?" I asked Blaise, taking another sip of water.

"You rule the Realms of Earth and Fire," he said, watching me closely. "You rule Hell."

I performed an admirable spit take, and nearly blacked out again.

This was not good.

******

The Elders were gathered together. The Vampire Elder, Talos, looked over at his two companions. "We have received word," he said softly, "that HE is back."

Sikarn, the Werewolf Elder started choking on the human leg bone he had been chewing on. "No," he said. "No, you promised that last time would be the last. You promised we wouldn't have to face him and his armies again. Ever again."

Talos grimaced. "Yes, well, our spell seems not to have held quite as it should. However, all reports say that, while he has been reborn, he has no clues to his identity."

The Demoness Elder, Nimueartur, sighed. "I so wish Scylla had survived all these years," she commented.

Sikarn smiled. "Scylla would be no problem at all for HIM to bypass. Odysseus bypassed him with no trouble at all, and that was without any magic. He has magic."

A slow smiled began to bloom on the face of Talos. "Yes," he said softly. "Scylla was no trouble at all for mortals. However, Azhi Dahaka, Scylla's mother..." he trailed off suggestively, and watched in pleasure as similar smiles began to blossom on the faces of his companions.

******

William Estacade padded softly away from the rooms of the Elders. Natalia would be leaving in a few hours, returning to her lover to await the witch. This appeared to be an important message to relay to them.

He made his way slowly back to his own room. He reached the room, and looked inside. He snarled in shock as he found a small crowd of lesser werewolves congregated around Natalia was one of their number raped her lovely face.

The idiotic beast kept pumping his cock in and out of Natalia's sweet lips, ignoring the tears the slipped down her cheeks to gently land on her large breasts. With a roar, the werewolf came, humping his cock fully down her throat as his thick seed filled her stomach. Finally, he pulled out, spraying a few more loads of cum onto Natalia's face.

The creature patted the sobbing Russian scientist on the head, as one might pet an animal that has just performed an amusing trick. It was his last action before William tore the beast's throat out, watching as the creature slowly died. Most weapons wouldn't be able to do that to the creature; however, a werewolf's claws are just as enchanted as the rest of him.

The other wolves ran away, terrified of facing a similar fate.

William started to whisper comfort to the sobbing young woman, hating himself for what his hatred had brought about, vowing to do whatever was necessary to stop these creatures from destroying all that he loved.

******

"What do you mean, she's awake?" screamed the beautiful brunette. She was wearing a loose black robe with nothing beneath it. Her servants, devoted due to their complete and utter lack of free will, had been fanning her and hand feeding her grapes.

"Our spies have just reported, milady," murmured her most trusted advisor. "Azhi Dahaka is again awake, and roams the world in search of a mortal they have set her upon."

The brunette scowled, and all around her took a hasty step back. The Lady of Vengeance and Dragons was not happy. Azhi Dahaka was the only dragon who had refused to bow to her. Scylla had, as well, for hers was a proud lineage, but she had broken her of that. Her curse had come true, and Scylla had failed to prevent the crossing of Odysseus, invoking Poseidon's wrath, and her own death.

But now the gods, and the legends, were gone. Who, then, could destroy Azhi Dahaka, save the Lady herself?

Smiling grimly, the Lady began to call her arms to her. "I will track that dragon bitch to her target, and then destroy her." She smiled. "And who knows. For the armies of Hell to have roused Azhi Dahaka from her long slumber means that there is someone of exceptional danger. If I can find out which of the heroes has been reborn, maybe an alliance will be available." She ran her hands down her curvaceous figure. "There are, after all, methods of persuasion that have been most successful in the past," she purred. Her expression saddened slightly. "If only the greatest among us hadn't been taken in by that whore, he would still be here today. Azhi Dahaka, the Dragon of Iran, would stand little chance against him."

Taking an audible gulp at the completely unfamiliar tone, her advisor could only nod weakly as his mistress swept out the door, leaping onto the back of an ancient black dragon.

******

I looked questioningly at Blaise. "I can't rule Hell," I said. "I'm not evil." 

I didn't think I was. How do you know you're evil, though? I mean, I didn't particularly want to go out and do wicked things. However, I would kill people, have killed people. Did that make me evil.

Blaise just laughed. "No, you're getting confused. The physical Hell is the Planes of Earth and Fire. The metaphysical Hell is where evil dead souls go. You don't rule the metaphysical hell. Even you would be hard pressed to combat Legion. It's the same thing with Wind and Water. The Planes of Wind and Water make up the physical Heaven. The metaphysical Heaven is ruled by the Creator, and no one can touch It with hopes of victory."

"It?" I asked. "Isn't God a male?"

Blaise's eyes widened. "You're kidding, right?" he asked me. When I shook my head, he muttered, "Good God, what are they teaching children these days?" He shook his head slightly, clearing his mind. "Listen, honey, God is omnipotent. He is infinite. As infinity, he can have no boundaries. Being male or female is a boundary. Therefore, while he can demonstrate aspects of either maleness or femaleness, he is neither. It is both mother and father, brother and sister. That's just the point: God is All."

My minds circled round, to all the little things. "You just called me honey," I said. He nodded, curious at the change in topic, wondering where I was going. "You've wept when I was hurt, you've done nothing but help me. Why?" I asked. It was all out there now. This is what I had wanted to ask for days.

He looked surprised. "Because you were once my son," he said. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Because, before you died, you were Merlin."



Legends Reborn Ch. 06



Merle

So, there was some pretty weird shit going down. The shit going down that I was aware of: I was, apparently, the long dead Merlin the Magician reincarnated in the form of a young woman (named, I can't help but realize, Merle Lynn); and I was the apparent ruler of Hell. The shit going down that I was not aware of: my brother had fallen in love with a woman he had just met, one who had helped capture me a while back, and who had been gang-raped by werewolves; the Forces of Darkness (capitalized here to make them seem more terrible...hah) had released the Dragon of Iran, Azhi Dahaka, the Mother of All Dragons to kill me; all of this had aroused the unknowing Lady of Dragons and Vengeance; and, finally, a war between the armies of Hell that had been stolen from me during my unfortunate encounter with Death and humanity was reaching a boiling point.

I was, you could say, in a spot of trouble.

******

I had had a long talk with Blaise. First and foremost on my mind: What the fuck? I was a long dead wizard reborn to stop the armies of Hell from destroying the Earth. Even freakier to me was that the father of my former body had recently spent a number of days doing little besides raping me. I'm still trying to figure out if that was incest, but I just can't seem to find a definition of incest that covers reincarnation. I don't think it would be incest, but how am I to know? I wouldn't think so, because then there would be a whole lotta incest going on. Very confusing, though, and definitely not an issue of overwhelming import.

Still, it was an issue that I could not tackle, so I let it be. Instead, I focused on my training, which is what Blaise wanted. 

Life was good.

******

She flew through the sky, a vicious black streak of lightning across the twilight. Millennia in captivity had eaten away at her mind, at her sanity. Still, she knew hatred, and knew it well.

At that moment, as earth and water passed beneath her swifter than any mortal eye could see, she knew she was nearing the target she was supposed to attack.

Preparing to dive, an almost feral glint lit her eyes. Azhi Dahaka had reached the house of the Wizard.

******

"What the FUCK!" screamed Talvin, as a roar that practically shook the house woke him. He had fallen asleep on the couch, waiting for Natalia to return. She hadn't, but he knew that it was a five or six day journey. She would arrive eventually, he knew.

Still, he was glad, upon looking out the window, that she had not yet arrived. 

Outside, he saw a gigantic black beast, looking very much like a dragon from a fantasy book or movie. Sinuous and enormous, the beast had a giraffe's neck, but had a mouthful of teeth that looked sharper than any knife, and seemed to be breathing smoke.

Off the dragon's back, a number of small, demonic creatures were leaping. The grotesque parodies of man were dancing around the house, their shrieking loud enough to wake the dead. He saw men and women run from nearby houses, hoping to escape whatever it was that was happening. The men were granted the mercy of a swift death at the hands of the demonic little beasts. The women...the women were not so lucky.

Tal watched in horror as just about every neighbor around him was raped or murdered. Houses were burning as the black dragon belched flame, not at all caring what caught on fire.

Finally, Tal's own house was caught. Angry, Tal ran to the den to grab his guitar before running out of the house. It wasn't much of a weapon, but it was the only possession he truly cared about at all. It was how he made his living.

He began to rush out the backdoor, only to see the grinning face of a blood-red demon staring at him. He had seen the demons kill; all he had seen the dragon do was light things on fire.

Tal would take his chances with the dragon any day, he decided, even as he heard the house groan and crackle around him.

He burst through the front door, into the carnage that was now his street, and came face to face with the dragon. It had lowered it'd head so that it was right in front of his steps, and as he stepped in front of it, hearing the house collapse behind him, it flashed him a horrendous smile, flashing a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth.

"Oh, fuck," Tal said, as he dived to the side just in time to dodge the lunging bite of the dragon. He didn't have time to wonder where all the demons went.

******

Blaise stopped eating. Almost a full week of VERY intense lessons had taken their toll on us both, and today was our rest day.

We had been eating dinner, sharing a bit of our histories (his was much more interesting than mine...but he had had more than two millennia to compile stories about his life...I had had under two decades) when he just stopped.

I heard him swear under his breath. "What's wrong?" I asked, immediately alarmed. Blaise is normally very together, and seeing him so rattled threw me off completely.

"There's something going on at your house," he said slowly.

"What is it?" I demanded. Tal was there! If he was hurt because of all this, I'd never forgive myself.

"I don't know..." he said, trailing off. He was silent for a moment, before he spoke again. "And the mere fact that I can't see the situation means that it is excessively dangerous."

I didn't even need to tell him that there was no doubt at all that we were going.

******

Tal saw another dragon swooping down, its mouth tearing into the neck of the creature he was busy dodging. On this one rode a woman, flowing black robes and brown hair trailing behind her as she cackled when the neck of the larger dragon started to bleed.

The woman and her dragon rose quickly into the sky, leaving the larger dragon unsure of what to do. Tal could see the dragon hesitate, and then give it's reptilian grin again.

It roared loudly, and Tal saw the woman on the dragon scream as her dragon started to shake, trying to knock her off.

Finally, it succeeded.

The woman hit the ground, and lay there, groaning. Tal was astonished that she wasn't dead; no human could survive such a plunge.

The beast, the dragon-creature that had roared, spoke, startling Tal. "So, Medea, you have chosen to interfere?" A hissing laugh, sibilant and sinister, came from the creature. "And to think, you were once considered the bane of my kind. No more will you inspire fear, whore."

Then, Tal saw some of the demons come out of hiding. They approached Medea slowly, cautiously, respectfully. They approached with fear.

When Medea saw them, she started to scream.

******

I can't even begin to describe the sensations that one gets when being teleported through the Darkness of Earth. Phrases like "rollercoaster ride through hell" and "massive nausea with possibility of heart-attack" spring immediately to mind, but they lack a certain sense of hopeless terror.

Anyway, with Blaise's teleporting, we arrived at the boundaries of my hometown only an hour after his premonition (don't scoff...an hour may be a quite some time, but he isn't the greatest teleporter, and it's still a great deal faster than any conventional means of transport). 

Still, we didn't want to rush. We could be certain of only one thing: danger. Blaise's premonition may have been vague, but it was quite specific in that one area. So, we snuck into my hometown, heading for my house. I wanted to find Tal before anything else, make sure that he was just fine.

Slow though we moved, we did reach my house eventually. The disaster was even worse than I had imagined. We had seen the smoke on the horizon; I had thought that maybe an enormous fire was the disaster that I would stop. 

But no, of course not, it had to be two mother fucking dragons. Dragons!

Where the fuck did my life that this kinda turn?

******

Medea was screaming as she saw the dragon-spawn, kin to demons and whose kind she had ruled over for three millennia, approached her with lust in their eyes.

Most, she knew, were still having fun with the local women. They wouldn't have been a challenge to the dragon-spawn.

She saw a young man holding a guitar, looking quite stunned as he watched the events unfold, held back by dragon-kin. She tried to distance herself from her body as her black robes were shredded by the sharpened claws of the beasts.

She stopped screaming, though that was because, at that time, one of the dragon-spawn had shoved his cock into her mouth, and not because she wanted to stop screaming. 

The cock in her mouth tasted foul...but, knowing what Medea knew about dragons, that was hardly surprising. She writhed against the hands holding her down, trying desperately to get the cock out of her mouth, and trying even more desperately to keep the cock currently trying to snake it's way into her pussy out of it. 

She twisted, and her captor's hands (and cocks) fell away from her. Overjoyed, she began to get up to run, tearing away, but the dragon-spawn in front of her clubbed her on the side of her head. She quickly fell to her hands and knees, the cock immediately seeking reentrance between the hot lips of her heart-shaped face.

To her horror, she also found one of the creatures mounting her from behind, thick, scaly cock stabbing up in her cunt. Not even having a cock jammed half-way down her throat could halt her screams now, though it could and did muffle them, and she screamed away as both her face and her quim were humped.

Her screams continued as the beast behind her started to hiss, straining against her, then finally came. Her sight went red, her screams echoing uselessly in her mind as her womb, quite fertile, was filled with the sperm of the dragon-spawn. However, even her screams were choked off when the first dragon-spawn began to cum in her throat, gagging her.

She was forced to swallow the cum in order to breathe, tears rolling down her alabaster face, but her screams started up anew when the felt another dragon-spawn begin to rub the head of his cock at the untouched entrance of her ass.

Her screams were drowned out by the sibilant laughter of her assailants as the head of the dragon-cock penetrated her pained ass. With one rough push, the ruthless beast shoved the cock all they way up her butt hole, pushing her forward and making her screams redouble in their intensity.

The harsh creature scratched her back as it pummeled her ass, humping with ferocious intensity. It kept one clawed hand on her ass, pulling it into his thrusts as he hammered away.

Finally, with almost a roar, the beast began to pump his hot cum deep into the ass of the famed, mythic sorceress. 

Medea lay on the ground, whimpering and bleeding as tears dripped down her face. The dragon-spawn began to form a line, waiting in turn to take Medea, so long the master of their species, up the cunt or ass, cheering.

They stopped cheering when lances made of flame pierced the heart of every dragon-spawn around the sorceress.

******

I stood, staring at the two black dragons, the only living non-humans left on the street after my blast.

My magic now worked off rage, Blaise had said. Well, I was pretty goddamn pissed off right then.

I had seen the demons raping the girl. I had seen them holding Tal back. I was not happy.

Blaise had told me I had to stall while he circled around the two dragons, getting behind them. The amount of magic a teleportation would use would definitely alert the dragons to the presence of a second wizard, and, when going against two dragons, one needed all the surprise one needed. So, it fell to me, a half-trained sorceress, to stall two dragons for at least five minutes.

It couldn't be that hard, could it?

Anyway, I saw the two dragons just staring at me in shock. They hadn't heard that there was a sorceress in town, and here they were stuck with two.

The dragons stared at me, silently, as if gauging me. The larger one lashed out, flame bursting from it's mouth, streaking swiftly towards me. I didn't even waste time trying to block. Instead, I let the flame wash over me.

I felt rejuvenated, and the foolish beast kept pumping more fire, joined by the second dragon, and I just kept feeling better.

Finally, I was wholly rejuvenated, both physically and magically, and, with the flick of a finger, I dispelled their abilities to spit fire. Permanently.

I saw Blaise behind them lining up his best spell. The younger dragon screamed, almost sounding human in his anguish as Blaise's spell (he called it Darkfire) washed over him, coating it in unquenchable black flames. The beast writhed on the ground, desperately trying to put out flames that would burn until there was nothing left of him, and then burn a little more.

However, the larger of the two had noticed Blaise, and dodged the attack. In horror, I watched as the beast lashed out with it's tale, striking out at the weakened and defenseless magician I had come to know was my 'father' (in a way). I saw him die immediately, crushed by the draconic tail.

The dragon, a slight grin on it's hideous reptilian face, turned back to me. To my astonishment, it spoke. "So, the half-trained sorceress thinks to make her name by kills Azhi Dahaka and freeing Medea?" It gave a wheezy laugh. "Not the best of ideas, witch-child." With those parting words, the dragon-tail launched towards me.

Now, I had been pretty god damn pissed off when I saw the woman being raped. I had been angry when I saw Tal being restrained. Now that I had seen Blaise, teacher and friend, die, I was fucking furious.

I froze the tail before it could reach me, then shattered it with a touch. Azhi Dahaka screamed in pain as she charged blindly towards me. I looked at her. A wave of my hand shrunk her down to human size. Another wave, and I immobilized her. 

I walked up to the straining, screaming dragon and looked it in the eyes. "I want you to burn," I said, my rage matching and exceeding reality. "I want you to burn for all of eternity."

I saw the beast catch on fire. Forever to burn, never to die, never to move. The punishment was fair. 

With that thought, I felt all energy leaving my body. I actually felt my heart slow down.

I blacked out.



Legends Reborn Ch. 07



So, I was dying. I'm told that those with magic senses actually saw my spirit fleeing my body. Slowly, to be sure, and reluctantly, but...I was dying. Thankfully, reinforcements had already been on the way.

******

I woke slowly, and saw an angel looking down upon me. The sun was shining behind her, making her golden hair glow, giving her the illusion of a halo. I was aware of a fire that coursed all throughout my body. It felt like nothing else before.

Nothing could compare. I'm sure I was supposed to be feeling immense pain as the fire pumped through my body, keeping me alive, but, in truth, the feeling was almost orgasmic.

As my eyes opened, I saw the angelic lady smile at me, say something incoherent, and leave, grinning.

Still, I could feel the fire racing through my veins. My breath hitched, and I gasped, my hips giving a quick jerk, my hands coming alive at my sides to slither down my body.

What the fuck had that woman done to me? Had I been captured? Was this some sort of spell?

I continued to slowly ask myself these questions. My body may have been active, but my mind was still sluggish.

Finally, my hands reached the lips of my vagina, under the sheet that was covering me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, and orgasmed on the first caress.

I cried out as my fingers slid in and out of my quickly-slickening pussy. I orgasmed every few seconds, but I couldn't seem to stop. I was moaning, practically screaming, in my passion, and I just really didn't want to stop.

I heard the door open, but it was vague and, to be quite honest, not nearly as important to me as what I was doing right then.

I opened my eyes to see the angelic woman staring at me, jaw dropped and eyes widened. She just stared at me, and I noticed that the sheet was long since disintegrated, leaving my firm body open for all to see.

I think it was the embarrassment that broke the spell, finally. That, or the massive orgasm that jolted through my body at that precise moment. My back arched, pert breasts standing firm and proud on my chest, and I let loose the loudest, most erotic moan I'd ever heard.

Then, I passed out again.

******

There were five people in the room, staring at the body of a teenage girl (me), one that just masturbated herself to multiple orgasms and then passed out.

They didn't know I was awake (thank God), and so I could listen in on them.

"It'll take awhile, but she should be alright." This from the angelic woman from earlier. "She had an...odd reaction to the healing," said the woman, blushing a bit.

"How do you heal," asked an attractive woman with a Russian accent. She was standing close to Tal (my brother), and had her arm linked through his. A new girlfriend? And I had thought that everything had been going so well with the last one. What was her name? Err...Emily? Annie? Amy?

Amy. That was it. I wondered what had gone wrong, but knew that Tal would tell me if I asked.

Resolving to ask later, I forced my mind back on the conversation occurring nearby.

I had missed part, but had no trouble picking up the point. A woman all in black robes, the one I had seen being raped earlier, was staring at the angelic woman. "You used the Holy Fire to try and heal her?" she asked incredulously. "Have you any idea how very painful that would be to any normal person?!"

The angelic woman nodded. "Yes, I do. However, the Holy Fire is all that's keeping her heart beating. What I want to know," she said, starting to blush again, "is why she had the reaction she had."

"What reaction is that?" my brother asked. Oh, good Christ no.

The woman in white answered him, softly and with distinct embarrassment in her voice. "She was...um...touching herself."

I saw my brother immediately blush, and excuse himself from the room.

The woman in black was laughing, laughing so hard she was on her knees.

The two other women, the angel and the Russian, were staring at her as if she'd gone mad. "What's so funny, Medea?" asked the woman who had used the "Holy Fire" (whatever that was) on me.

"Gods above, Joan, don't you know who that is?" Medea asked when she caught her breath.

Joan (a healer? Another magician? I wasn't sure) looked down at me. "I had just assumed she was some mortal girl. Maybe a budding magus, but naught more than that."

The Russian woman said, "All I know is that she's a witch."

Medea glanced between the two of them. "Athena help me," she muttered. She pointed a finger at me, and cried out, "That, you blind hussies, is MERLIN!"

"Oh," Joan said.

"Shit," Natalia agreed.

They both passed out, and I went to sleep with a smile on my face and fire in my blood.

******

Nimueartur and her two partners stared blankly at the map.

"I don't get it," she said hesitantly, well aware that she was admitting a weakness. And admitting a weakness to either of her two partners could be fatal.

She was well rewarded, however, when the Alpha Werewolf, Sikarn, nodded silently in agreement. 

Talos stared blankly at the map, which showed Azhi Dahaka, living, but motionless. "What is she doing?"

The room was silent once more as the three who considered themselves the three most powerful beings on the face of the earth wondered precisely how such an enormous power could have been contained.

Finally, the silence broke again. "Sikarn, why don't you go to that place and see what has happened. If you find any particularly powerful beings, kill them or recruit them."

Sikarn began to nod, but was stopped by Talos. A suave smile on his face, Talos spoke gently, saying, "While werewolves make, unarguably, the best foot soldiers imaginable, I believe that a few associates of mine are more properly equipped for stealth."

Nimueartur narrowed her eyes for a second, then nodded. She and Sikarn left in a hurry, and Talos began to make some calls.

******

Joan, Medea, Tal, and Natalia were all together. Merle lay sleeping, and they all had some things to discuss, between the four of them.

"So..." Tal was saying. "You're telling me that my sister, my little sis, is Merlin?" he asked. He had his arms around Natalia, and they were cuddling on the couch.

Medea lay back on a couch on the other side of the room, her head back and her eyes closed. "Yes," she said, exhaustion obvious in her voice. "Yes, yes, yes, and yes! Your sister is a witch. Your sister is Merlin reborn. Your sister did defeat Azhi Dahaka. And I really am the Medea of legend." Medea raised her head and looked him in the eyes. "So shut the fuck up and think of new questions."

Tal and Natalia were silent for a few moments. "Merlin? You're sure?" Natalia finally asked.

Medea stared blankly at the scientist. "Fuck!" she screamed, then stormed out of the house.

******

I was asleep, but a previously absent breeze woke me. During my recovery, I was quite the light sleeper. Probably because I did very little except sleep.

Still, I just assumed that Joan had returned and had found the room a bit warm for her tastes. I hadn't seen my brother in awhile, but I had heard arguing earlier, and I had heard the door slam after Medea's scream, so I guessed she had gone for a walk. About an hour ago, I had heard Tal and Natalia fucking like mad in the room next to me. The headboard on the bed was banging against the wall for a good thirty minutes. Now, this.

"Joan," I called out. "Could you get me something to drink?"

I heard a chuckle near my ear, far too masculine to be Joan's, and stiffened. "I can get you a drink, pretty lady," whispered a voice in my ear. "Then, you'll give me a drink."

With that, a thick, cold dick was shoved in my mouth. "Gdmt," I said, my outraged cry muffled as the cock began to piston leisurely between my pretty red lips. "Ooooh," murmured the disembodied voice/cock. I still couldn't see anything of who was raping my face. But I can tell you one thing, whoever it was was about to get a fireball jammed up his ass.

I concentrated on my anger as I felt the cock begin to piston a little faster. "Oh, lordy, Merlin sucks a mean cock," said the taunting voice. I could taste precum as it oozed into my mouth. In my position, I couldn't do anything but swallow.

I tried to call up the magic, but nothing was happening. Nothing! I just lay there as my face was raped faster and faster, the quiet moans of the rapist only serving to enrage me further. 

"Oh!" he yelped. "I'm gonna cum in Merlin's mouth!" My rapist practically giggled at the prospect as his cock began to go deeper in my throat. 

Finally, the cock began to pulse. The first string of thick cum sprayed my tongue, as did the second. I began to swallow rapidly, not wanting to choke, but the cock pulled out of my mouth. I felt a few streams of hot cum splash my face. "I'm giving the most powerful wizard ever a facial," chuckled my rapist as he continued to paint my face white.

The rapist groaned softly as the last dribble of cum landed on my forehead. "What?" he asked softly. "Know magics to blast me away? No fearsome spells to attack your rapist?" He slipped his finger down my blanket, beneath it. He reached my breasts, and fondled them. He cupped my tits with both hands, then began twisting my nipples. I arched my back against his palms.

His fingers slid further, until they finally reached my naked, and rapidly dampening, cunt. "The bitch is wet!" he said, laughing. "Merlin is a little whore!"

With that, the man spread my legs and got down between them, fitting his thick, still-hard cock between the lips of my pussy. Slowly, he speared me, his dick skewering me as his hand muffled my moan.

Grinning at me, the man began to pump his hips, his crotch slapping between my thighs with a meaty thud each time he pistoned into me. He began to speed up, his face contorting. "I can't believe I'm fucking Merlin," he mumbled, sweat beginning to soak his face. "I can't believe I'm raping the great wizard."

With one final thrust, I felt the man's cum spill into my fertile womb, his seed filling me. With that, I finally lost control. I came.

My back arched and I tore his hard away from my mouth as my orgasmic moans rang out. His cock pulsed even harder, spewing more sperm into me as my moans excited him.

The door burst open, revealing Joan. Her face was not the calm, peaceful visage I had grown used to as I healed. It was filled with righteous indignation.

"Vampires!" she cried out. "They send vampires to attack my patient!"

The creature raping me pulled back and looked at her in terror. I didn't get it. Who could be afraid of Joan?

"First your servants attempt to burn me alive," she says, ranting, slowly circling the now whimpering vampire. "You thought, for years you succeeded. The world thought you succeeded. I receded into the mist of legend." A feral grin lights her face. "But no more," she says, approaching the vampire. "No more will your kind terrorize the helpless. No more will you feel entitled to rape and murder. No more will you walk, fearless. For where the dragons have Medea to fear, and the demons must fear the demon-spawned Merlin, so too do the vampires have someone to fear."

A halo of fire erupted around Joan's head. Her voice began to echo itself in the room, and the vampire was sobbing, little droplets of red crawling slowly down his cheeks as his head shook in disbelief. 

"Now, all that fears the holy must fear, too, my return." The vampire went up in a blaze, yet nothing else was touched by flame. None of the house burned. None of the carpets and sheets caught fire. Indeed, I could feel no heat.

"I am Joan of Arc," she said softly, as ashes fell where once a vampire stood. "And I am the bane of all who would oppose the Lord."

Shit. This was just too much. I didn't want to deal with any of it, and so I did the only sensible thing.

I went back to sleep.

******

Joan sat on a coach, watching the door. She had cleaned up the sleeping wizardess. Now, she was waiting for Medea.

Joan was not happy. It had been Medea's job to guard the girl, and she had failed.

The door burst open. Joan readied a sword of Holy Fire, just in case it was more vampires.

Medea trudged in, blood covering her black robes and white skin. A grim smile was on her face. "This neighborhood is going straight to hell," she said.

Joan stared at her in disbelief, then started to laugh. "Vampires?" she asked.

Medea nodded. "Three of them," she confirmed.

"They know she's here," Joan stated, laughter ceasing.

"Yes," Medea nodded. "They do."

******

I woke slowly, hesitantly. I didn't particularly want to wake up to be raped again, so I scanned the room with all my senses. 

Nothing. Good.

I levered myself up slowly, blinking the sleep away. The events began to return to me, and I realized that something had gone dreadfully wrong.

Joan and Medea walked in the room, whispering softly back and forth as they approached me. I looked up at them beseechingly.

"Where did the magic go?" I asked. 



Legends Reborn Ch. 08



Merle

I had some bad habits, I'll admit it. I have some bad habits, and some bad luck, and some bad enemies. However, I beat most of my bad habits, I've risen above much of my bad luck, and I'm sure you've all heard it said that you can judge a man (or woman, dammit) by the enemies he (or she, dammit) has. Dammit. While this is not strictly true, I'd like to think that, in this case, at least, it is not wholly wrong. For I have amassed against me the legions of Hell, and the legions of the Damned, and a whole bunch of asshole rapists. And if those aren't good enemies, well then I don't know who would be.

Still, it takes time to conquer the bad luck that is almost constantly thrown my way. And I was still in the midst of one such bout of bad luck, right then. You see, I had just been raped (again) by a vampire (I know, I know...how do they get it up if they need to steal other peoples blood just to live. I'm not a goddamned biologist. I'm a wizard. So stop asking stupid questions and pay attention to the story), and while there was a point in my life where I could not only have stopped the rape, I could have then proceeded to systematically dismantle the smug fuck with ease, and without touching him, such a time was not then, for I appeared to have lost my magic once more.

I had no idea why I had been suddenly bereft of all my defenses, but I had been.

And that terrified me.

****

"Where did the magic go?" I asked. Begged. Pleaded.

I saw them share a glance, and a small smile, before Joan snapped at me, "I'll explain on the way."

"On the way where?" I asked, as my brother entered and picked me up, placing me on the back of one of the dragon mounts that Medea had supplied for us. Joan climbed in behind me, and the rest of them mounted up on various other dragons.

"I'll explain on the way," Joan snapped once more.

I had once been the most powerful being on the planet. And still, no one would tell me anything.

Does life ever change?

****

We were in the air a good, if dull, hour before Joan began to speak to me about my situation. That thirty minutes was spent pondering every possible bad outcome, and reasoning my way through why it wouldn't be so bad. It was an arduous task, and an unpleasant one, but it passed time successfully, so it wasn't completely a failure.

Still, I dropped everything to listen to Joan when her lips parted, hoping that it would be worth my time.

"You were pretty far gone, Merlin," she said first, slowly, as if unsure whether or not I'd be angry with her.

"Call me Merle," I offered, like a queen to her subject. I think she knew I was being a tad sarcastic, or a bit overdramatic.

"Yes. Well. Merle. As I'm sure Blaise taught you, for all things there is a price. For such a drastic and permanent reshaping of the fabric of reality, the price was high. It was your life, as a matter of fact." She paused, finally.

"You brought me back from the dead," I stated, as flatly as possible. Which was hard, considering that I had just been told that I had been dead.

"No," Joan said. "You were only mostly dead. Mostly dead means a little alive. I merely...fanned that spark to full flame."

"And this required my magic as a 'price'?" I asked, catching on, and ignoring her grin at stealing a line from one of my favorite movies.

"No," she replied. There went my confidence in the newfound intricacies of magical law. She continued. "My magic is not 'magic' as you know it. I do not manipulate the forces of air and earth, of flame and water. From Undine to Sylph, the elementals are out of my province. Instead, my Gifts come from On High, and my will is that of the Holy Spirit." The face on her look was one of serenity and peace, and I envied her that peace of spirit. Religion was not the answer for all; indeed, my path to peace lay a different way, and I had known so from age 15 up, but I always did envy those who were able to find and maintain that spiritual peace.

"So there was no price for my healing?" I asked her, latching on to the simplest thing she had said.

She hesitated, then shook her head. "That is not precisely correct. There was no price, but there was a reason. My Gift only works when it runs in the same direction as that of the Lord, or Lady, depending on the mood and audience." I let that go. There was a theological debate I didn't want to jump into. She continued. "And the Lord demanded that you be, errrr..." she paused here, unsure, it seemed, as to the exact word she was looking for. Finally, a lightbulb went off over her head (literally...it was made of Holy Fire, and it nearly shocked me off the dragon's back. I would've called her a bitch for the joke, but, hey, there were circumstances).

She grinned at me, pleased at having found her answer. "The Lord did not like the thought of a being of such immense power being able to call forth such magics only in anger. When your mind is clouded, you may make mistakes. So, He, you know, made a few adjustments."

"Adjustments?" I asked, a little coldly. She nodded, a bit nervously, as if she was finally realizing that, hey, maybe I wasn't as rapturous that I had had someone fucking around in my head as she was. "What sort of...adjustments?" I felt the old anger, the anger Blaise had placed in me as a bastion of magic. Just the thought of Blaise, and his death, made that anger increase exponentially. Experimentally, I tried to light a small flame, to dance on my fingers. Nothing.

"Well, as I said," Joan said, "we thought it best that you have a calming influence. So, we, well, we reversed you. We had to play around in there for quite some time." She was smiling again. "It was quite the experience," she informed me.

"You...reversed me." I said it as calmly as I could, but I think she saw something in my eyes, because she put up small wall of flames between the two of us. "You FUCKING REVERSED ME?!" I screamed, no pretense, this time.

"Yes," Joan replied. "You can only cast magic when you are in a state of serenity, when your mind is at peace."

"Well, then, you'll take off Blaise's spell, right?" I asked. I know it sounded resigned, but if God was fucking around in your head, you'd probably accept it as inevitable, too. 

"Errr...no," she said, uncomfortable once more. She was shifting feelings pretty damn quick, and it was beginning to piss me off. Then again, just about everything was beginning to piss me off, so that wasn't a big surprise. 

I forced the anger down, swallowing it like is was a jagged pill. Oh, yeah, I was not happy. But I would not be ruled by it. "And why, pray tell, not?" I asked, all sweetness and light.

"You see, I felt it best not to mess with the spells in your head. I didn't know what it was, but I knew that it was from Blaise, and that he wouldn't put a harmful spell in you."

Oh, she was logical. That was a perfectly logical assumption on her part. Of course she'd think that. Still, that didn't mean I didn't want to watch her pretty little body fall screaming for a mile or so before it hit the ground. "So," I started, my voice shaking in suppressed rage. "Serenity."

I visibly calmed myself down as much as I could. My face was a mask of calm, and my emotions, slowly, very very slowly, began to cool. I was not serene, not even close, but I did look the part.

"Is this good?" I asked in my most saccharine voice. 

She studied me for a moment, then dropped the fire wall. "That's excellent!" she exclaimed. "How did you calm yourself so quickly?"

I jacked her in the face, landing a solid right jab. It felt good. "I didn't," I said to her, as her nose and lip began to bleed, and she stared at me incredulously.

I heard laughter, and looked over to see Medea watching from about twenty feet away.

I smirked back at her, and watched as her dragon banked, away. Then I ripped a piece of my shirt off and offered it to her. She nodded warily.

I took her by the shoulder, and was glad to see no flinch. Joan'd had worse, in her day. Hell, she'd been burned alive by a bunch of dumb-fuck clergy and peasants. "Are we even?" I asked.

She smiled then, and understood, and nodded.

I hugged her, and then kissed her on the forehead. I was calm enough, then, to cast a spell to gently put her to sleep, and to heal her.

It was an important lesson.

****

William Estacade watched as the werewolves tore through yet another base of soldiers. The surprise attack was a success...again. The mages were right when they said that they could shield the troops from any form of surveillance, from satellite to magical.

The government knew it was losing people...it didn't know how. It would have no idea what was killing all the world leaders, and all the terrorists. It wouldn't know why there were rape camps popping up everywhere.

And therein in lay the greatest strength of the enemy, William decided then: stealth. 

It would be hard to undermine them without giving himself away. Already, he was forced to commit foul deeds to keep himself alive, unsuspected. 

He sighed as he saw a younger werewolf, newly turned, wave him over to the escalating gang rape of the female soldiers. He could not deny joining in without seeming weaker...and he could not seem weak, lest he lose trust.

He walked up to the filthy pile of sweaty, undulating flesh, and saw a sight that made him smile.

He picked up a muscular brunette woman who was over six feet tall, and who was, miraculously, still fighting off a few werewolves. Her blows were ineffective, but they were still landing, and they were still pissing off large beasts with gigantic claws and a jaw that could probably snap off a good portion of her head. 

He threw her over his shoulder, ignoring blows that would have stunned the newer loup, and said, "I'm claiming this one. I'll be in my room." A curt wave, and the other wolves went back to the gang rape of the soldiers.

He walked back to his room, making sure that as few people as possible saw him. He didn't detect any scrying, and was very thankful that he was under the large shield that prevented spying of most forms.

Back at his room, he closed and locked his door. He tossed the brunette onto his bed, and watched as she spun, furious, to confront her newest foe.

"Hello, love," William said, smirking at the shocked face of his ex-wife. "Still as confrontational as ever, I see."

******

We were ambushed. In mid-air, and by our own side. Fucking government.

Yeah, I'll admit that seeing a trio of dragons flying through the air is likely a sight shocking enough to stir troops into action. I really wish I'd known we would be flying over a military base. Maybe I could have warded us from sight.

But I didn't, and when a few sleek black fighter jets arose in nearby, I knew we were fucked.

I felt adrenaline pumping, and began to prepare a few spells to toss off, forgetting completely that I had to be serene.

Believe me, I remembered when the first missile was not stopped by a large, invisible shield, but instead only barely missed us.

"Serenity," I whispered. I could feel frustration and anger well up inside of me as we were fired upon. "Serenity," I practically growled.

Joan was warding them pretty well, as most of the things that came near us burned up. She wasn't allowed to hurt them, though. I was.

As the explosions got louder, and closer, I began to hear a voice rising over them. I could only barely make out the words Medea was shouting. I got snippets. I'm pretty sure I heard "waters", and I heard something about "Lethe". I was trying to put it all together when I finally felt an explosion that rocked the dragons.

We began to fall. "Serenity!" I screamed, trying desperately to bring myself to a point where I was capable of casting a spell powerful enough to save us.

I couldn't do it.

We fell.

I blacked out.

******

William Estacade was naked in the same room as his ex-wife Sarah Kinsley for the first time in ten years.

She was under him, back arched to meet the kisses he trailed along her jaw, down her neck. Tears were running down her face, and she was giggling as William finally slid his manhood into her.

For the first few moments, William just held it in her, glorying in the reunion, glorying in having found her alive. He looked up and stared her in the eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat as he pressed his lips to hers. He began to move his hips, slowly.

"William," Sarah gasped into his mouth, her hips rising, falling into their old rhythm. She slipped her tongue against his, small mewling moans escaping her lips, only to be captured by his.

Suddenly, William stiffened, holding himself absolutely still. Sarah thought he was cumming, already, but felt nothing. She saw his face, the pain. "What is it, William?" she asked quietly, catching her breath.

William swallowed again. "I'm trying to hold off the change," he said, almost growling.

She gasped, and tried to push him off. "You...you're one of them?" she asked, terrified, trying to scramble out.

He got up, rolled off, curled up on the bed. "Yes," he said, his voice hoarse. He started to shake.

Sarah swallowed her bile, and looked at him. It was still William, but there were new lines etched on his face. He scowled quite frequently, as he was then, but when his eyes lit upon her, his lips stretched into a sick, lopsided grin. But, it was still William. "William," she said as she walked up to him. She ran a hand through his hair, and laid a kiss on his cheek. "William."

When he turned his head to answer her, she pressed her lips to his. He broke the kiss, too shocked to remember that he should have been changing, that the powerful emotions inside of him should have been triggering the biological shift. "Sarah..." he said, "I'm...a monster."

She pushed him on his back, looked him in his eyes. "You're William Estacade." She pressed her lips back on his.

He smiled slightly, and kissed her back with all the passion he had. She straddled his hips, slipped his cock back inside her. He started to roll her over, but she stopped him. "Let me do the work, this time."

He laid back, a joyous grin on his face as his ex-wife rode him with passion. He felt his thick cock slicing in and out of her tight pussy, soaked with her juices. His eyes traveled to her bouncing breasts, C-cup, and every bit as firm as he remembered them. Finally, he reached her face. Her full lips and plump, smiling face framed by a halo of brown hair that bounced as she rode him.

She lowered her body until her breasts were pressed against his chest, and kissed him once more, letting him respond with the passion he felt, his tongue caressing hers. Her hips kept pumping up and down, rocking on his, feeling him move inside of her.

She felt him shake once more, but this time with pleasure. She herself was shaking with the nearness of her climax. Finally, she snapped, her voice rising above his, her moans reverberating in the small room. She finished her climax, surprised that he had not yet cum.

Exhausted and sweaty, she continued to move her hips, feeling William grow harder inside of her. Her brown hair was matted to her face, and her breasts, slick, were sliding on his chest, her hard nipples tickling him. 

Grinning and groaning, William caught her in a great hug, pulling her body as close to hers as he could. Finally, he began to cum, his seed flowing into her, both of them moaning, together.

Later, as they rest together in bed, tangled in sheets soaked in their sweat, William looked at her. "Tell me, Sarah..." he said, getting her attention, "does your father still hold his rank at the Pentagon?"

******

I woke up slowly, unsure of where I was. I felt the warmth of a fire crackling nearby.

I heard a door open. "Honey, I'm home," called out a male voice. A man walked into the room, his shoulder-length red hair seeming like fire in the strange light. The light around him acted...different. Strange.

"Who am I?" I asked him.

He smirked. I fell asleep before he answered.