TINA, by 3dfag Inspired by Princess Guard Quest, QM archelon I have no shame You are Reinhold Eschenwald, master swords- Wait, no, that's not quite right. As of earlier today your name is now SIR Reinhold Eschenwald. You can still hardly believe it. What a great name. And more than just that you are a hero. It's still a giant blur of heartache, pain, and back-breaking work. But in the end you managed to save the kingdom, rescue Marianne, and get the girl. You'd been partying it up with Thierri and the Knights like you never have before- laughing, occasionally crying, and going through turkey legs like no other. For the first time in... perhaps forever you feel like a man on top of the world. A tired one, but a man in charge of his destiny none-the-less. It's a chore to walk up all those stairs to your room. Despite taking the trek thousands of times you're too wasted and beat up to go quickly. Eventually you make it. You're almost letting out a sensual groan at the thought of sleeping when you open the door... >Rolled 1d20: 4, 8, 6 WHAT- Something surges at you. You reach for your sword with one hand, and begin to form script with the other, but don't react quickly enough. Something strikes you in the right brow fucking hard, knocking your head back. Staggering, you do all you can to just stay on your damn feet. That almost certainly drew blood. As pain starts lancing through your skull you glance into the room. Surprisingly it's not an assassin with a club, or freaking mace, but something worse. Standing just inside of the door is Tina. At a first glance one could easily mistake her for some kind of statue or golem. Those familiar with fringe magic theory would instead know her for what she is: an uplifted crystalline lifeform. While these beings were normally parasitic, Niklaus had long since isolated strains with unusual properties. After plenty of uncomfortable guinea pigging, and countless further experimentation, Tina had emerged. You kind of regret this. The creature is visually impressive. Her form is that of a voluptuous woman- long, softly muscled limbs and generous proportions, her face delicately heart-shaped with soft, large eyes. Instead of skin her entire body is made up of a silver crystalline material, unimaginably hard and slightly transparent. A jagged crown of similar spikes runs down the back of her head, all the way down to her shoulders. More spikes liberally adorn the shoulders and limbs, some sharp, others thick square-shaped veins or protrusions. Many of the smaller ones float along Tina's body, submerging and appearing at random, splitting and combining, all of it quite distracting. As pleasant as she might be to look at your head still fucking hurts. What the fuck. You reach on up to your head with one hand, briefly resting it on your brow, before wincing and pulling it away. You hold the other in front of you, ready to strike out at Tina, fingers clawed. Once more the creature swings at you- this time you parry the blow with a sleeve, the jagged spikes still hurting like a bitch through the enchanted tunic. You reach over with both hands and shove her away, hard. As heavy as she is it only grants a few more feet of space. "Damn you Tina," you roar," why do you do this to me?!" "Don't you know?" she asks, unabashedly," I want you to suffer for what you did to me." You... you don't have time to deal with this right now. Too tired. "NO. We are NOT DOING THIS RIGHT NOW. Get out of my room." You step to the side and give her a wide birth, keeping a steady eye on her. Tina seems to comply- stepping around you, her motions practiced and very feminine. Instead of stepping out, however, she pauses at the door and closes it. Leaning with her back to the door, she then raises her chin at you, spreading her arms out to either side of her, casually claiming the space as her own. "Make me." You've had enough of this. "No. I am NOT going to-" She doesn't wait for you to finish. One moment you are roaring, and shouting, and the next the crystalline being is throwing herself at you. Honestly, you should have seen this coming. You knew it was coming. From this close it's all-but-impossible to draw your sword. So instead you interpose your arms between you and her, if only to place more of the magic tunic in the way. Tina smashes into you. It's easy to forget how heavy and solid the damn woman is- weighing at least as much as you, probably much more. And she is STRONG. At random the crystalline being attacks you- some hard slaps and clawing motions, others actual punches and strikes. Ever present is the danger of spikes along her arms and the razor-sharp claws. Most of the strikes get through too- each painful as hell, many leaving bruises or dizzying you. Were she a normal gal it would be relatively simple to shove her away, but you've already seen how well that works. ANOTHER blow gets through- this one a solid right cross to your chin. It hurts. It's a good thing that was not a blow with her nails, or forearms, because that would have probably torn you open. Most of your energy is spent into deflecting the blows, taking them on your tunic, trying as hard as you might to avoid those damn spikes. A second hits you, to the other side of your chin. Every one feels like a club. You're getting pissed. Really fucking pissed- you haven't felt this angry since meeting up with your old man or fighting of all those assassins. Since seeing Spinelle again, may she burn in hell. Suffice to say, this has to end. You are not in the mood to scuffle with Tina. Not tonight. You rear back with your right fist, twisting your entire body, and then swing at Tina's face with all your strength. It hits. PAIN. LOTS OF PAIN. There is a light crack, and several smaller ones, as you knock her head back. Several of your knuckles begin screaming in protest- punching the woman is like punching a rock. The pain lancing up though your hand, and your arm, tells you that some of your fingers may have broken. It hardly matters at the moment, though. Something pulls at your side. With a start you realize one of Tina's hands is on your sword, attempting to draw it from the sheathe. >Rolled 1d20: 13, 2, 18 Your right hand is still throbbing, and burning, so you punch her in the breast with your other. At once she staggers back and lets out a shriek, though you can only wonder if it's an amused or pained one. It's a challenge to actually hurt the golem. Now on the offense you leap forward, slamming your shoulder into her stomach. Both of you fall to the floor with tremendous force, the golem making a satisfying thud as her head and back smash down. A grunt escapes from your mouth as well, though you hardly had it as bad. Still sheathed, your sword flies from Tina's hand and slides several feet away. You're not quite done though. Still struggling with her, you grab onto Tina's head with both of your hands- the non-hurt one slicing open in a few places. Tina begins to reach for you. So you slam her head into the stone floor. Hard. Several times. Your hands are hurting like fuck but that seems to have done the trick. Tina is hardly fighting back now, looking dazed and slightly confused. You take this opportunity to spin her around and grab both of her wrists, pulling her arms behind her back, fully extended. Even as she starts coming to you've got all the leverage you need to stop her. A light growl escapes from Tina's throat, but finally the fighting has stopped and you have a chance to catch your breath. You're bleeding in at least three or four places, namely your left hand, and there's still the bruises. Countless smaller cuts. It burns, in general. How the hell are you going to get out of this one? Pressing forward, you give the golem a good shove, forcing her torso further forward. This causes her back to go into an interesting little arch- her chest pressed away, but both her head and rear angling back toward you. It gives you a good look at her heart-shaped posterior. Sick thoughts flash through your mind. In the past, when you had been mistreated by bad women, you've always been this little powerless child. Finally you find yourself with the roles reversed. "You want to hurt me?" you ask, your voice raw," you want to SEE ME SUFFER? I don't think so..." You give Tina another hard shove, soliciting a light noise from her, and then begin to force the golem across your room. Using your knees, shoving as needed, you drive her over to the rear of your bed. One final shove and her head is resting just over the edge of the thick, wooden footboard. Already the strength is returning to her- the golem is feisty as all hell. This is going to be a bit of a challenge, no doubt. Both of your hands are occupied in holding her back, and kind of messed up, so you don't have much of a way to drop the trousers. There is a way, but you're not precisely looking forward to it. Wrenching and pulling back again, forcing her arms into an uncomfortable position, you push both of her wrists toward one another. After a bit of fiddling around you're able to wrap the sliced-up hand around both her wrists at once, holding them together in a painfully hard grip. Clumsily, with your other, you begin to work at the belt. At once Tina explodes. "No!" she cries out, thrashing, trying to break free. You hold on. Barely. She's strong, but you manage with just the one hand. A small stream of blood begins to well from this same hand, the little scarlet trail running along the crevices and spikes of Tina's forearm. You'd... you'd be lying if you said it wasn't the littlest bit fascinating. Except for being your own blood. Damn her. There's a slight thud as your belt-buckle falls to the stone. At once you feel the slack in your swashbuckle-styled pants- these are the next to go. It's a bitch to get the button undone with presumably broken knuckles, the tiny movements needed only soliciting more pain. After the fourth or fifth try it actually works though, your pants sliding down to your knees. With a quick motion you open the briefs and unsheath your other sword. Tina has ceased to fight quite so much, going quiet. You know this for what it is- the girl realized that she couldn't overpower you, at least for the moment, so she's trying to think her way out. Brutish bitch as she may be, the creature also has a cleverly malicious mind. You'll have to be on guard. Without a second thought your free hand cups and runs across the muscles of her rear. It's as cold as the rest of Tina's body, sure, but also considerably more smooth and soft. Conforming. For an instant you have an urge to squeeze her ass hard. You then wince- that would probably not be a good idea. Stupid hand. You instead feel her up further. Between her vulnerable position, the booze, and all the adrenaline, your body is finally ready. You bring up your free hand and spit into it, twice, and then use this to polish the end of your sword. Tina only gives a few half-hearted thrashes. You kick off your trousers and after a moments hesitation your briefs. Finally free, you squat over Tina, and get a firm grasp on your sword. Maintaining leverage with your one hand (a challenging feat, of itself) you lower slightly and begin to guide it in. You don't care if she's ready or not. In the past, you'd been taught thirteen different ways to pleasure a woman. At the moment you only have one on your mind- fucking her brains out. It doesn't matter if she gets anything out of this. For that matter, it didn't even matter if she was ready. Your sword finds the sheathe. At first you press it against her lips, the soft and surprisingly warm lips, but you are met with great resistance. Frowning, you take the moment to slide your tip against her, side to side and then up, which causes the woman to lightly twitch. After a few more moments of this you felt her sheath beginning to conform with your movements. It is time. Once more you press at her and finally your sword enters. It's only an inch at first, but you let out a low grunt, echoed by Tina's own soft sound. The golem is damned tight- it's almost surprising how tightly she grips and holds onto you, the resistance almost painful. Ever present is a dull warmth and pulsing sensation- perhaps it was her own form of heartbeat or plumbing. You've never been an acute person so it really doesn't matter. Again your advance is halted. Lightly pulling back, her flesh stretching and gripping you as you exit, you rear away until your sword is nearly free. You then press back in with moderate force. This gives you another inch and another moan from Tina, who for all intents and purposes seems to be just taking it. Half of you is now inside the golem. You pull out one last time and reach back down with your free hand. She tries to pull them free, but you leisurely grab one in each hand, once more. "Take it," you growl, as you pull her arms back. You rock forward, hard, hilting her. The force of your thrust sends her neck and chest smashing into the wooden footboard, albeit without injury, and Tina lets out her loudest moan yet. "Take it you crazy bitch." You begin pounding into her without regard. Each motion your stomach smashes into her ass, the act of it nearly painful, and the heavy wooden frame of your bed somehow lightly rocks into the wall. Every few thrusts Tina lets out another moan, her back arching ever more so, giving you a better angle of attack. It's almost enough to forget she had been trying to attack you moments before. This realization rekindles your anger. You begin pounding her even harder, giving it all you have. Your body burns from all the cuts and wounds, especially so your brow, but you do not care one bit. The warmth and wetness around your member has your entire attention, along with punishing this golem for all she's worth. If you still had your arming sword you'd have been pounding away at her with the crossguard at the same time. Beneath all the cuts you can feel the stomach of your skin growing red and pained from the heavy smacks. Tiring, too drunk to keep it up, you begin to slow down. Thrusting with hard and even motions, you begin to set a steady pace and enjoy her body. The steady pulsing and gripping sensation still have not stopped, the pseudo-heartbeat greeting you whenever you hilt her. Your danglies are less so plussed, smashing to the less warm and soft exterior. No matter. You continue stabbing her at an even pace. Hell, you could keep this up all night, if need be. Letting go for the first time in forever felt delicious. Repositioning, you drop down onto your knees, never exiting her. This gives you an easier position from which to continue your attack. You continue pounding Tina for a little longer and then pick up the pace again. Something drips down into your eye. For a moment you blink hard, several times, trying to clear the blood. This doesn't help- the stream has finally found it's way down. No doubt assisted by your thrusts. You almost feel like you should wipe it away. Almost. Nah. You grin down at the golem and just shut it instead. Slowing down, you begin to thrust into her for all you are worth, taking leisurely but hard thrusts that all but rock the golem along with your bed. Tina's head begins to rock back with each blow. Groaning, you give her another hard thrust. This goes wrong. Out of the blue you feel a lance of FIRE shoot up your waist, from your side. Growling, pulling back out of her, you see a small puncture wound near the top of your thigh already dribbling blood. It HURTS like a motherfucker- it wasn't an arrow wound, sure, but something the size of your pinky-nail HAD just stabbed it's way into the muscle of your thigh. A quick look confirms this- an equally large spike on Tina had formed along on the side of her hip. PAAAAAAAAIN. Your wholy body tenses up as you keep making pained noises. And then the golem makes her move... >Rolled 1d20: 8, 7, 1 Pulling away in one massive burst, one hard movement, Tina manages to yank free of your bludgeoned hand. You're still in a general ball of agony when she lowers back down. The golem then throws herself backward and twists at the waist. The motion almost too fast to see, all you get is a very hard looking elbow blurring toward the side of your head. You're tough. Instead of getting a cracked skull, or going out cold, you merely let out a light-pitched grunt and smash backwards to the floor. Stars. You see STARS. And then you try to relax and pass out to sleep. You've been looking so forward to passing out and resting after the giant feast. But something isn't right. You had been interrupted by something. Slowly your eyes peel back open. You're laying with your back on the cold stone floor. A weight lowers onto your stomach, not very hard. The stars and massive gray blur eventually sharpens, given you clarity. The weight vanishes once more. You're left looking up at Tina as she straddles you, a leg to either side of your waist, your massive sword pressing back into her. Her depths are as tight and warm as ever. You make a pleasant sound as the golem shifts around a little bit, finding her balance impaled as she is. At the same time one of the woman's hands reaches out for your face, almost tenderly. Sharp claws run across one of your cheeks, adding to the massive burning sensation that is most your body. "If only I could twist your flesh as you did mine," she says. Her fingers cease raking you, the bloodied tips just barely trailing down your cheek. On they go, further and further down, a sharp warmth fluttering through your skin after them. Upon reaching your neck the fingers lovingly open and wrap around it. At once she begins squeezing, hard, and you feel what precious little air you had being pressed out. "You deserve far worse." This isn't good. You reach up and try to pull her vice-grip off your throat, to no avail. Her grip is solid, rock-like, and her entire upper body is pressing down into it. There's no resisting that sort of force- all you can do is desperately pull up and try to keep her from crushing your throat. You let out a weak, throaty gasp. Air. You need AIR. Tina doesn't seem to mind. Her grip on your throat tightens even more. And then she begins to rock back and forth, sliding your sword in and out of her, even as she tries snuffing you out. You don't like this. Bad memories flood back. You start to feel a little frightened and helpless. The sensation around your sword is as heavenly as ever, but it evidently doesn't check in with the rest of you, which happens to be all but screaming and burning. Your heart begins to beat laboriously, weakly, as it tries to keep pumping useless blood around. And gods she is tight. The golem continues her playful little straddle, rocking her hips to and fro. Her grip slackens the slightest bit, giving you maybe a second to gulp down half a breath, but then this quickly vanishes. To the corner of your eyes you can see blackness descending upon you. That and Tina biting her lip, cupping a breast in her free hand. She's enjoying this A LOT. Some small part of you not-at-all concerned about living points out that she was nearly going through the same exact thing, moments before. Irony. Tina shifts a little more- you can now feel the head of your sword brushing against her folds, snagging her at a hard angle. She lets out a pleased sound and begins to start bouncing on you faster. Blackness. You finally feel the end coming, your visioning darkening nearly entirely. Your arms fail you, no longer able to hold up any of the weight. Just as it feels like you're dying the pressure vanishes. All at once you feel air rush into your lungs, the blackness being pushed away. Your vision returns. And then, half-way into this same breath, Tina resumes choking you. The bitch. A very pained, guttural sound escapes from you. And you can see Tina peering down into your eyes with an almost sensual expression. She then laughs, very mercilessly. The pleasure of her tightness still hasn't stopped, her hips resuming their rocking motion. Your shoulders are beginning to burn firefly from all the exertion of holding her up- the acid buildup ANOTHER burning sensation to add of your collection. But she doesn't care, naturally. Tina's free hand lowers down to her clit. Almost at once you feel a flush of warmth through her body, even as it tightens, and she lets out a very happy sound. This only halts her motions for a few short moments. You don't know how long this goes on. It may have been a minute or an hour. Only that when you felt the end coming, when you no longer had the strength to resist, Tina would let you get that barely needed half-breath. No doubt she wanted you to suffer more. Again you can see her lowering slightly more toward you, a laugh on her face, sneering at you from the twisted embrace... >Rolled 1d20: 9, 2, 20 Inspiration hits you. She wasn't trying to kill you. At least not yet. She wanted to see you suffer as much as possible to prolong this. You let go of her forearm with one of your hands. Almost at once the pressure doubles- letting go with one of your arms nearly doubles the pressure, nearly knocks you straight into unconsciousness. Or at least it would have, had she not reflexively taken a little weight off. Still relatively close to you, you form three of your fingers and a thumb into a spike shape, and then jab this into her eye as hard as you can. This gets a suitable reaction out of her. Tina roars in pain, loudly, and falls back away from you. It only takes a token bit of effort to yank her other hand free from your neck. The pressure suddenly vanishes for more than a second, along with the glove-like grip around your manhood. You let in a DEEP, VERY DEEP breath. It burns worse than anything you felt so far- the sensation of your badly deprived body taking back in air over scant seconds. You gasp hard, ignoring the pained sounds coming from the golem. And then, in the wake of your oxygen returning, your head feels light and ready to explode. Merely having air again feels like a drug, it feels so good. Jabbing her in the eye felt good, too. You've thought once or twice about doing that to Spinelle. Or at least you did. Being a child, you were not one for violence, and knew all too well what would come as a result after. Doing it now is immensely satisfying. Tina has ceased her pained sounds and you see a hand reaching back for your neck. Fuck no. Without another thought you grab her forearm, disregarding your bludgeoned hand, and yank her to the right. Both of you end up on your sides and off-balance. This gives you a precious second to spin around and rear back with a leg. You don't even hesitate before throwing a steel work-boot right into Tina's face. You can swear that left a mark on her indestructible flesh. You manage to stand up first. Taking this opportunity to beat her senseless again, you begin to reign down kicks onto her head and forearms, leading the blows with the steel-plate in the front of the boots. She lets out some pained grunts at this- covering her face with her arms, and then later curling up into a ball as you just don't stop. By the time you stop kicking her you're totally out of breath. You can also feel your formerly throbbing sword softening. That wont do. You reach down and grab Tina by the neck with both hands. She's still in a ball but kind of goes slack as you begin dragging her across the room. It takes several tries, and heaves, but you eventually drag her up onto your bed more-or-less without shredding the covers. You're left blinking at all of your blood on her forearms and chest. You don't wait for her to come to, this time. You simply lower on down onto the woman, pushing your sword back into her folds, the lips easing around your head and easily letting you slide back in. Lowering your chest down to her breasts, you begin to pound the golem once more. With all the choking and struggling you hadn't been close to release, not at all. Now given free reign you're determined to finish this. Each thrust, each buck costs a little more out of you and stings one of a thousand cuts. Even worse, you can feel that newest blow to the head, throbbing and aching each time your head moves the slightest bit. Some of the smaller spikes along Tina's sides and limbs lightly grind against you, scratching when you press forward, and then tickling when you pull back. Between all the various pain, and sensations, you feel yourself nearly losing it. You feel Tina's legs open up more, allowing you better access to her folds. So you take your chance. Each stroke you bottom out completely- pulling to the point you're nearly out of her and then entering once more, hard enough to slam the bedframe into the wall. And you're still not quite done. With each thrust, each pressing into her ridiculously tight body, you begin to build up a more and more rapid pace. With a start you realize you're only inches away from her, breathing hotly into the creature's face. Her eyes are open once more- nearly shut, a pleasant haze in them. A chill flashes down your spine as you feel her hands wrap around your back. The clawed hands begin to clutch at it, scratching the untouched flesh there. It isn't nearly as bad as before- no longer damaging you intentionally, but a more natural embrace that you might expect of a human. You're getting close now, very close. As you continue thrusting Tina begins to let out a squeak of a moan, every few thrusts. This nearly sends you over the top. Bracing your arms to either side of her head, you begin to give it all you have, entering and exiting her at a ridiculous pace. Delighting in the burning, and the gripping, and her tight wetness, you begin to groan out loud each time your hips meet. At once you hear Tina howl, her insides tightening and spasming around your sword, squeezing and clenching in powerful spasms. You let out a howl of your own, as your last body-quivering thrust hilts into her, burying it into her crystalline body as deeply as possible. And then you explode, buried beneath all the pain and pleasure. Ropes of thick, built-up semen shoot deep inside of the golem, splashing against her unnatural walls. Six, seven times you feel release, each time another blast of pleasure. Several more moments pass, not slackening the slightest, and you feel all of your seed filling her up entirely. For an instant you can feel a great pressure- and then this vanishes, the excess seed spilling free from her lips. You stay within Tina, the woman's insides milking you for every last drop. Weakly giving it a few more thrusts, half-heartedly, you finally pull out. More of your seed spills free and you hear Tina let out a pleased sigh. At some point the spikes had all-but vanished from the golem's body, now only taking the shape of her hair, and the occasional blade along her shoulders. What had once been a jagged maze of spikes is now almost soft. Girly. You're so fucking tired that you can only roll off of the girl, weakly, and lay on your back for several long moments. And you don't even want to know what you look like right now, good god. The torn up bedsheets, blood-stains, and still-burning-skin tell you more than you want to know. Somehow you remember your side. Taking a quick look, you confirm that there's still a damn hole in your thigh, mostly clotted over. ARGHHHHH. You want to sleep. You're not quite tapped out with magic yet, so you put what's left to good use. It's hard, but you manage to visualize script after several tries. Glowing red and orange sigils appear in front of you. "Gentle wind," you gasp," bring rest to this weary traveler." That helps. You have enough left in you for a second cast. "Gentle wind, bring rest to this weary traveler." Most of the smaller cuts disappear. The nastier ones and the bruises would still remain, along with the more troublesome wound on your leg. Ideally tomorrow you could ask Syvlie to blast you with more healing magic, though she's become increasingly troubled at your reoccurring wounds. Until then you'd have to be careful with your leg, too. Tina shuffles a little and snuggles up against you. One of her hands reaches over and rests on your chest. "I like it when you bleed," she says, innocently. You don't... you just don't even... "I fucking hate you, Tina," you say. "I hate you, too." You fall asleep with her head on your shoulder.