((This short story was actually a test to send to Daemaro in an attempt to understand our boundaries regarding sexuality in fan fiction. He said it was fine. I actually had a lot of fun writing it, and I think it turned out to be a rather good story, so I figured... if it doesn't break the rules, why not post it? Enjoy!))
The barbarian, Gorgnak, clutched his battle axe as he strode down the center aisle of the hellish temple. His fingers grappled so tightly that they wore new indentions into the weapon's leather grip. Dancing lights glinted all over his silvered plate armor from candles all around him. The flames adorned red wax spires creating a crimson glow that only served to deepen the terror coming over the barbarian. Gorgnak glanced feverishly around the room. He sensed that this would be the haunt where he would encounter the evil which he so apprehensively sought.
"So, this is what Sanctuary's greatest warrior looks like..." A tender, feminine voice echoed throughout the temple. The soothing words seemed to come from all directions, forcing Gorgnak to continue his frantic examination of the chamber. "You seem a touch addled, warrior. You've no need to fear me," the voice continued, its origin still undeterminable.
Gorgnak realized he was being played with. "Your mind games will have no effect on me, temptress!" The barbarian spoke so loudly that his spired helmet shook from his breath. "Show yourself that I may cleave that deceitful head from your body!"
"I don't think that's how this meeting will end," the voice once more spoke. However, this time Gorgnak was able to discern where it came from. He fixated his stare on an open door atop an altar before him where he could faintly see a humanoid figure moving through the shadows. The figure approached the door and stepped into the blood-red candlelight, unveiling a sight for which Gorgnak was not prepared. He had expected to see a demonic creature with grotesque features, the likes of which he had grown accustomed to seeing throughout his travels in this realm. The being that stood before him looked strikingly like a human woman, though Gorgnak could not recall ever having seen a mortal body so perfectly sculpted. Her skin was very pale, almost white, although, against the red candlelight, her skin appeared soft pink in color. She wore a tattered robe that did little to cover her body. Scraps of cloth draped her frame, hanging meaninglessly against her breasts. Her lower half was completely uncovered, save the occasional wisp of thread from her robe, and precisely resembled the anatomy of a human woman. The only feature that belied her human appearance was a pair of silken wings that were scarcely visible behind her. They crested from her shoulders up to about the height of her ears and crossed behind her, pressed tightly against her backside. The bottom tips of the wings could be seen angling out from behind her buttocks. Her face was the picture of innocence, crowded by very thin, black hair. Her voluptuous, red lips parted, "you wouldn't hurt me... would you?"
Gorgnak wanted to charge the altar and end the reign of the succubus, but his limbs couldn't comply. He was completely stupefied by her beauty.
"No? I didn't think so," the succubus said as she descended from the altar and approached Gorgnak. She walked with the grace of an angel, but wore the smirk of a devil. She came within inches of the barbarian, the top of her head just barely reaching the thickest part of his chest. Her slender arms rose and she placed her hands on either side of Gorgnak's helmet. Metal clanked as she hefted the horned helmet from his head and tossed it to the side. She gently replaced her hands on either side of his head, saying "no... I think this meeting will end with a kiss."
Gorgnak knew his life was hanging in the balance, yet he couldn't muster the will to leave her reach. His mind was enveloped by the thought of the kiss. So much, so, that he didn't seem to notice the creature's face contort as she opened her mouth. Long, dagger-like teeth appeared to slide forward as her jaw opened wider and wider. The succubus leaned forward; two menacing rows of fangs lined her lips. Gorgnak slipped into a state of black euphoria as her teeth pierced his face.
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If you want to arrange it
This world you can change it
If we could somehow make this
Christmas thing last
By helping a neighbor
Or even a stranger
And to know who needs help
You need only just ask
Haha, thats great! I was hoping it would end that way, I'm so glad it did. I like these sort of things that aren't intended to be made really well yet turn out quite well. I think its fun because you weren't inclined to conform to the usual rules of a story (like the one where the hero lives, lol), so you were able to experiment and just go with it.
Glad you guys liked it! I had originally intended Gorgnak to snap out of it just in time, but at the last second I thought it would be way cooler if she... ate his face.
This story got me excited about writing, I look forward to making more fan fiction for you guys to read
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The barbarian, Gorgnak, clutched his battle axe as he strode down the center aisle of the hellish temple. His fingers grappled so tightly that they wore new indentions into the weapon's leather grip. Dancing lights glinted all over his silvered plate armor from candles all around him. The flames adorned red wax spires creating a crimson glow that only served to deepen the terror coming over the barbarian. Gorgnak glanced feverishly around the room. He sensed that this would be the haunt where he would encounter the evil which he so apprehensively sought.
"So, this is what Sanctuary's greatest warrior looks like..." A tender, feminine voice echoed throughout the temple. The soothing words seemed to come from all directions, forcing Gorgnak to continue his frantic examination of the chamber. "You seem a touch addled, warrior. You've no need to fear me," the voice continued, its origin still undeterminable.
Gorgnak realized he was being played with. "Your mind games will have no effect on me, temptress!" The barbarian spoke so loudly that his spired helmet shook from his breath. "Show yourself that I may cleave that deceitful head from your body!"
"I don't think that's how this meeting will end," the voice once more spoke. However, this time Gorgnak was able to discern where it came from. He fixated his stare on an open door atop an altar before him where he could faintly see a humanoid figure moving through the shadows. The figure approached the door and stepped into the blood-red candlelight, unveiling a sight for which Gorgnak was not prepared. He had expected to see a demonic creature with grotesque features, the likes of which he had grown accustomed to seeing throughout his travels in this realm. The being that stood before him looked strikingly like a human woman, though Gorgnak could not recall ever having seen a mortal body so perfectly sculpted. Her skin was very pale, almost white, although, against the red candlelight, her skin appeared soft pink in color. She wore a tattered robe that did little to cover her body. Scraps of cloth draped her frame, hanging meaninglessly against her breasts. Her lower half was completely uncovered, save the occasional wisp of thread from her robe, and precisely resembled the anatomy of a human woman. The only feature that belied her human appearance was a pair of silken wings that were scarcely visible behind her. They crested from her shoulders up to about the height of her ears and crossed behind her, pressed tightly against her backside. The bottom tips of the wings could be seen angling out from behind her buttocks. Her face was the picture of innocence, crowded by very thin, black hair. Her voluptuous, red lips parted, "you wouldn't hurt me... would you?"
Gorgnak wanted to charge the altar and end the reign of the succubus, but his limbs couldn't comply. He was completely stupefied by her beauty.
"No? I didn't think so," the succubus said as she descended from the altar and approached Gorgnak. She walked with the grace of an angel, but wore the smirk of a devil. She came within inches of the barbarian, the top of her head just barely reaching the thickest part of his chest. Her slender arms rose and she placed her hands on either side of Gorgnak's helmet. Metal clanked as she hefted the horned helmet from his head and tossed it to the side. She gently replaced her hands on either side of his head, saying "no... I think this meeting will end with a kiss."
Gorgnak knew his life was hanging in the balance, yet he couldn't muster the will to leave her reach. His mind was enveloped by the thought of the kiss. So much, so, that he didn't seem to notice the creature's face contort as she opened her mouth. Long, dagger-like teeth appeared to slide forward as her jaw opened wider and wider. The succubus leaned forward; two menacing rows of fangs lined her lips. Gorgnak slipped into a state of black euphoria as her teeth pierced his face.
If you want to arrange it
This world you can change it
If we could somehow make this
Christmas thing last
By helping a neighbor
Or even a stranger
And to know who needs help
You need only just ask
This story got me excited about writing, I look forward to making more fan fiction for you guys to read