04-27-2018, 09:45 PM
Hecate watched the boy walk away, a small tinge in the pit of her stomach stirred her as she stood up from behind the tree she was hiding behind. Her red eyes scanned the clearing little by little, taking in every little detail. She didn't need the boy, he was just a tool, just like everyone else.
The tall grasses of the clearing brushed against her boots as she took her first steps towards the campsite, It was similar to the one she had assaulted before, simple but effective, the elves walking around it paid the silver haired maiden little heed. It was a mistake she was more than happy to make them regret.
Yandere lover could hear the sounds of combat behind him, it was a shame she could not see him as the only true Senpai she needed. She only needed him, as did all Yandere. Instead she was more focused on her own sexual perversions, not that he minded but there was a difference between being a yandere and being sick. Given what she had said though, it was clear she just needed some space. He would give it to her, and soon she would come crawling back to him. Of course he would play the part.
He checked his dataverse device and looked at the directions, He had just accepted a job to keep his mind busy. He was still going to think about her, but now with a job in this”New Babylon?” he could continue to put his focus on the blade, that and making money.
Turning on his GPS Yandere Lover began the long walk towards the gate to the Nexus.
Hecate took a deep breath, her body ached from the exchange, her fingertips trembled at the sensation as she looked down at the gaping wound in her midsection. Blood slipped between the gaps in her fingers as it rushed out of the foot long cut. Her body felt a chill, a feeling she had come to terms with, though even now it was not fear that gripped her but rather arousal.
The incident replayed again in her mind, the campers had greeted her with arms wide open, offering food, shelter and conversation. Those trivial things did not matter to the woman known as Hecate, without ceremony her blade was drawn, a flash of steel and one of the male campers toppled to the floor, a shower of crimson washed over her face as his head toppled off to the side.His eyes blinked in disbelief as he seemed to watch his body stand there without its control system. Horror washed over him for a brief moment before his blue eyes glazed over in death.
Hecate’s grin turned to a woman who seemed adept in combat, her hands holding tightly to a long sword, the blade had no shake nore quiver to it as she held it, her determined eyes held a fire of hatred. “Was he your lover?” Hecate recalled asking the young looking woman who offered no reply, the blade steeled in her hand lunged at Hecate who parried the blade wide to the side. The sound of a horn behind her turned her gaze to the rest of the campers, all armed. Bows, spears and sword all aimed at her. Her smile widened as she lunged at the girl who seemed to have expected a different reaction. Her long curved blade bit deep into the young elf's midsection erupting from the back in a flurry of frozen flesh. Hecate pulled on the blade and was stopped short as a painful sting in the back of her right shoulder made her face the others, her head turned she could see the bow, no arrow on it's string. “Oh.” Hecate thought as she turned her head and looked down. A barbed arrow had ripped through her breast, the jagged edges of the arrowhead had turned her pale flesh into little more than glorified ground meat.
Her blade seemed to slip from her hand as she struggled to keep hold on it's decorated handle. Still she had her other sword. She moved her arms down to grip at the blade. When it barely budged she wondered why. Turning her head once more she looked at the wounded elf, her hands had forsaken the longsword and now gripped Hecate's swords with equal ferocity.
The second of her swords, now in the hands of her prey, came down in a slightly off horizontal slash biting into Hecate's midriff. The icy blade didn't hurt as much as she had expected, even so pain gripped at her mind as a third strike came in from behind.
The thick spearhead erupted from the slash wound, spraying hecate with her own viscera as she fell to the ground, she felt it sweet sweet agony. Her smile seemed to fade ever so slightly as the elves surrounded her. Feet slammed into her head in a rain of blows, her mind clouded over with each strike.
She closed her eyes for a moment without wanting to…
Somehow she had awoken, and now sat covered in wet clothing, the putrid scent of urine seemed to fill her nostrils as she lifted her head up and gazed down at her mangled body. She winced, as she struggled to move even her legs. She knew she had lost control of her body when it failed to heed her call. Even now her fingers danced around in the blood leaving her body. “Where are they?” She asked weakly as her eyes closed again for even just a moment. She was losing the power to maintain cognitive thought. Even the simplest of words seemed to be foreign to her as she moved her right arm down clumsily and scooped out one of the the small ruby adorned flasks from her thigh pouch, she struggled to press the cold crystal to her flesh. Crimson fluid slowly dribbled into it, filling it up to the tip.
Hecate struggled to slide the small vial back into its slot in her pouch, sighing as she finally achieved her goal. Her body began to convulse violently, as it went into shock and she moaned out loud, with near orgasmic pleasure as she finally closed her eyes once more.
The tall grasses of the clearing brushed against her boots as she took her first steps towards the campsite, It was similar to the one she had assaulted before, simple but effective, the elves walking around it paid the silver haired maiden little heed. It was a mistake she was more than happy to make them regret.
Yandere lover could hear the sounds of combat behind him, it was a shame she could not see him as the only true Senpai she needed. She only needed him, as did all Yandere. Instead she was more focused on her own sexual perversions, not that he minded but there was a difference between being a yandere and being sick. Given what she had said though, it was clear she just needed some space. He would give it to her, and soon she would come crawling back to him. Of course he would play the part.
He checked his dataverse device and looked at the directions, He had just accepted a job to keep his mind busy. He was still going to think about her, but now with a job in this”New Babylon?” he could continue to put his focus on the blade, that and making money.
Turning on his GPS Yandere Lover began the long walk towards the gate to the Nexus.
Hecate took a deep breath, her body ached from the exchange, her fingertips trembled at the sensation as she looked down at the gaping wound in her midsection. Blood slipped between the gaps in her fingers as it rushed out of the foot long cut. Her body felt a chill, a feeling she had come to terms with, though even now it was not fear that gripped her but rather arousal.
The incident replayed again in her mind, the campers had greeted her with arms wide open, offering food, shelter and conversation. Those trivial things did not matter to the woman known as Hecate, without ceremony her blade was drawn, a flash of steel and one of the male campers toppled to the floor, a shower of crimson washed over her face as his head toppled off to the side.His eyes blinked in disbelief as he seemed to watch his body stand there without its control system. Horror washed over him for a brief moment before his blue eyes glazed over in death.
Hecate’s grin turned to a woman who seemed adept in combat, her hands holding tightly to a long sword, the blade had no shake nore quiver to it as she held it, her determined eyes held a fire of hatred. “Was he your lover?” Hecate recalled asking the young looking woman who offered no reply, the blade steeled in her hand lunged at Hecate who parried the blade wide to the side. The sound of a horn behind her turned her gaze to the rest of the campers, all armed. Bows, spears and sword all aimed at her. Her smile widened as she lunged at the girl who seemed to have expected a different reaction. Her long curved blade bit deep into the young elf's midsection erupting from the back in a flurry of frozen flesh. Hecate pulled on the blade and was stopped short as a painful sting in the back of her right shoulder made her face the others, her head turned she could see the bow, no arrow on it's string. “Oh.” Hecate thought as she turned her head and looked down. A barbed arrow had ripped through her breast, the jagged edges of the arrowhead had turned her pale flesh into little more than glorified ground meat.
Her blade seemed to slip from her hand as she struggled to keep hold on it's decorated handle. Still she had her other sword. She moved her arms down to grip at the blade. When it barely budged she wondered why. Turning her head once more she looked at the wounded elf, her hands had forsaken the longsword and now gripped Hecate's swords with equal ferocity.
The second of her swords, now in the hands of her prey, came down in a slightly off horizontal slash biting into Hecate's midriff. The icy blade didn't hurt as much as she had expected, even so pain gripped at her mind as a third strike came in from behind.
The thick spearhead erupted from the slash wound, spraying hecate with her own viscera as she fell to the ground, she felt it sweet sweet agony. Her smile seemed to fade ever so slightly as the elves surrounded her. Feet slammed into her head in a rain of blows, her mind clouded over with each strike.
She closed her eyes for a moment without wanting to…
Somehow she had awoken, and now sat covered in wet clothing, the putrid scent of urine seemed to fill her nostrils as she lifted her head up and gazed down at her mangled body. She winced, as she struggled to move even her legs. She knew she had lost control of her body when it failed to heed her call. Even now her fingers danced around in the blood leaving her body. “Where are they?” She asked weakly as her eyes closed again for even just a moment. She was losing the power to maintain cognitive thought. Even the simplest of words seemed to be foreign to her as she moved her right arm down clumsily and scooped out one of the the small ruby adorned flasks from her thigh pouch, she struggled to press the cold crystal to her flesh. Crimson fluid slowly dribbled into it, filling it up to the tip.
Hecate struggled to slide the small vial back into its slot in her pouch, sighing as she finally achieved her goal. Her body began to convulse violently, as it went into shock and she moaned out loud, with near orgasmic pleasure as she finally closed her eyes once more.