Self Fulfilling Nightmare
Introduction:
A warrior travels through a valley of cursed druids.
Edited by: Todger65
Self Fulfilling Nightmare
Chapter 1
Miāelle arched her back, her blue eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her naked, sweaty body was shaking, coming down off another orgasm. The campfire outside the entrance of her tent was still going strong, illuminating her muscular body with a faint orange glow.
Her long black hair dripped sweat onto her toned ass. The man Miāelle was straddling, cupped her breasts, sat up and kissed along her neck.
She needed this. She needed to feel a man inside her. It had been far too long. Miāelle was nearly done with her long journey home to her beloved. Oh how she missed him! He would understand her desires, her need for sex during their occasional bouts many days apart. Their love was like no other, one-of-a-kind, unconditional. Miāelle wondered if heād taken a temporary lover in her absence. If so, she would meet her and thank her for taking care of her beloved.
The man smiled, bringing Miāelleās mouth to his own, their tongues invading each otherās mouths again.
He broke the kiss, leaning back, his hands gliding over Miāelleās washboard stomach. āGood?ā
āVery. I must admit, Ulāsses, Iām getting tired. I have a long journey before me,ā Miāelle said, looking into the manās dark eyes.
His thumb rubbed her lips. There was something odd about this man. Skin as dark as his eyes, braided black hair, a perfectly sculpted, muscular body, he didnāt just fuck her; he made love to her.
The odd part is that they recently just met ā shortly after Miāelle set up camp for the night. Her horse, Perfection, usually neighed when strangers approached. The stallion was quiet, somewhere in the woods behind the camp, presumably grazing.
A shirtless Ulāsses entered her camp, hands raised, apologizing to Miāelle, asking her to put her two-handed sword down. There was a calming aura about him. She could see he meant no harm.
Ulāsses claimed he saw an unusual sight and that as a druid, he had to make sure the forest was protected. Miāelle believed him, apologizing for drawing her weapon.
They sat, talked about her journey home, and shared a small dinner. When Ulāsses made to take his leave, Miāelle invited him to stay.
A sweet and gentle smile came over his face while watching Miāelle remove her bulky armor in her tent.
Several hours later, Miāelle sweaty and exhausted, countless orgasms having washed over her, moved in front of Ulāsses. She turned around, presenting herself to him, nodded over her shoulder.
āAre you sure you want me to finish?ā he asked, having lasted hours without cumming.
āYes,ā Miāelle chuckled. āI need some sleep before I start my journey through the valley.ā
Ulāsses frowned, looking down, āI understand.ā
Miāelle rose up, looking over her shoulder at Ulāsses. She kissed him, slowly savoring one another. It felt so natural, like they knew each other for years.
Back on her hands and knees, Miāelle moaned when Ulāsses entered her from behind. His large hands slid up her back, over her muscles, ending up in her hair. He slowly pulled her back against his body and thrust into her lovingly.
āHave I met him before? Does he know me?ā Miāelle thought; her eyes rolling into the back of her head as this mystery man, this new friend made love to her.
Ulāsses kissed at her neck and shoulders, his hands massaging her breasts, working closer to his orgasm ā finally.
āAhh, Miāelle!ā He groaned, pushing her back to her hands, gripping her hips.
āYes!ā She cried out, feeling his thick cock pulsate inside her pussy.
āUghhh,ā Ulāsses arched his back, looking to the ceiling of the tent, filling Miāelle with his seed.
They collapsed on one another, Ulāsses still inside her, her pussy oozing his cum. He rolled to his side, Miāelle rolling with him, her head resting on his chest. They kissed for several minutes before Ulāsses seemingly drifted off to sleep.
She watched him, perplexed, yet enthralled by this man. She left the tent.
Miāelle walked by the crackling fire, letting the cool night breeze dry off her sweaty body. Her long, flowing black hair fanned outward in the wind. She stood on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the valley she was to traverse in the morning. She could barely make out the trees in the light of the full moon. She was so close to her beloved she could taste him, his mouth, his cock, and his seed. She missed him so very much.
Miāelle closed her eyes, imagining seeing her beloved, kissing him, removing her armor for him, when she was distracted from her trance.
āIf youāre heading down there tomorrow, you need to be careful,ā Ulāsses said from behind. He was sitting on a rock, looking out into the darkness as well.
āI will, thank you,ā Miāelle replied, smiling at her new friend.
āThere are quite a few dangers that lurk in that valley. Cursed, insane druids, for one. They are unable to turn back into their human forms. They become confused, unable to climb out of the valley, too confused to fly out. They are trapped there,ā Ulāsses explained.
āIāll be cautious. My sword is sharp.ā
āMiāelle, your horse may not be able to climb out.ā Ulāsses stepped closer to Miāelle, the same sweet smile never leaving his face.
āIāll find a way,ā Miāelle replied, stepping to him, her hand on his cheek. āThatās the route I need to take to get home ā through that valley. Iām sure thereās a way out.ā
āPlease be careful,ā Ulāsses stepped away, heading back to her tent. He grabbed his leather leggings.
āMiāelle I have to leave,ā he said, putting the leggings on.
āOh. I see,ā Miāelle replied, disappointment in her tone. Perhaps he was just a man she met, never to see again. A man who just happened to be amazing at pleasing a woman.
āWill I see ā ā
āYes,ā Ulāsses cut her off. Without any further explanation, he left her, alone by the fire, disappearing into the dark woods behind her camp.
She looked to the night sky, shaking her head. Druids were always so mysterious.
Chapter 2
The next morning, after dawn Miāelle donned her heavy, plate armor and girded on her sword. Her horse of five years, Perfection, a dark-brown stallion with a black tail and mane, was milling about in the woods behind her camp. Miāelle whistled and Perfection happily came to her side. She hugged her best non-human friend, kissing his nose, running her fingers through his mane.
āWe have a long trip today. Iāll be sure to stop and rest for you,ā Miāelle hugged him again. Perfection nuzzled against her neck.
They made their descent into the valley via a nearby trail. The trail was fairly steep and rocky, but eventually they made it down safely.
She thought about the words of the druid Ulāsses the night before. Perched atop Perfection, she glanced at her bulky, black plate armor. It was heavy, covering everything but her head when she opted to not wear her helmet. The shoulders had large spikes protruding from them.
Miāelle recalled a memory from several days ago of head butting a large man in his chest. She was traveling through a small village and saw the man attempting to rape a woman. Miāelle glanced at her spikey shoulders, his dried blood still there. After head butting him, she charged into him, tackling him to the ground, her spikes stabbing him. The woman thanked her and ran home, while the man rolled around in agony.
Miāelle looked at her legs next. Her feet, shins, and knees were protected with armor, but this hindered her movement even more.
She recalled a situation a couple weeks earlier. Miāelle was standing near a blacksmithās forge, her gloves, chest piece were removed; she was only wearing her leggings and boots. A man accosted her while she was waiting for small repairs to be done. The man attempted to remove the white wrap around her breasts. She stomped on his foot, breaking a few toes in the process.
She couldnāt help but chuckle. āI guess this bulky armor is good for something,ā she thought to herself.
A few hours later, after making her descent into the valley, following winding narrow trails, Miāelle came to a river. There was a small waterfall, cascading into gentle rapids.
āThis will be a good spot to rest.ā Miāelle hopped off her dark brown horse. āI need a bath after last night.ā
Removing her armor, she entered the water, splashing it upward, rubbing the coolness onto her skin. Miāelle made her way to the small waterfall, letting the cascade soak her hair and body. She smiled, closing her eyes, enjoying the sensation, thinking about last nightābut also about her precious beloved.
Running her hands over her erect nipples, down her tight stomach and muscular frame, she found herself aroused. Then it happened. A single splash of water bouncing off the rocks from the waterfall landed against her engorged clitorisāa wonderful little accident. Miāelle laughed at the sensation.
Turning to the small, tumbling waterfall, Miāelle smiled, watching it bounce and flow off the rocks. āThereās a first time for everything,ā she mused aloud.
Grabbing low hanging tree branches on either side of the falls, she bent at the knees, slightly squatting, and thrust out her pelvis, letting the water kiss and lick at her pussy.
āYess,ā she moaned, the water lapping at her body. It felt so good and refreshing.
Moments later, knowing no one else was around, nor caring if there was, Miāelle closed her eyes, letting the waterfall make love to her.
āAhh!ā she cried out as her orgasm overtook her. She shook and convulsed just as she had with the druid, becoming one with nature.
When it passed, she let go of the branches and went to her knees, gathering and pouring water over her head. She opened her mouth, drinking deeply from her watery lover.
Making her way back to Perfection, she giggled, noticing the horseās very large erection. āAww, Iām sorry Perfection. Did I excite you?ā Miāelle hugged and kissed the horseās head. āIf I were a druid, Iād turn into a mare and help you out.ā
She re-donned her armor and sword, mounted her horse, and continued on her journey, following the river.
From the shadows behind a large tree, something watched Miāelle. It was hungry and needed a meal.
Chapter 3
Miāelle doused the campfire that evening, getting ready to sleep under the stars. āThis valley doesnāt seem dangerous,ā she told Perfection. The horse went to his knees, lying on his stomach.
āBesides, youāll protect me, wonāt you?ā She joked, sliding next to him, his huge body used as a pillow.
Miāelle hated sleeping in her armor. The previous night she was naked, having sex, but in the valley she felt itād be a better idea not to chance anything.
Lying against her horse, Miāelle peered into the dark woods, the occasional beam of moonlight shining through the over growth. She sighed, closing her eyes, right as another set were opening.
In the distance, he had a perfect view of her campsite, with his glowing red eyes. He watched and waited, knowing what lie before Miāelle on her journey through valley. He was lazy and didnāt want to work too hard for his meal. He grinned, his huge sharp teeth showing.
A few hours later, the predator silently entered Miāelleās camp. He had been following her, watching her all day. He was quiet for such a large creature. Miāelleās horse never heard the feline approach.
āMmm, delicious,ā the huge cat, a man, a druid, trapped in an animal form, like the ones Ulāsses warned Miāelle about, whispered to himself. He approached Miāelle, sniffing at her crotch, her tummy, her neck, careful to not wake her.
āWhen the time is right,ā the feline whispered. He licked at her face, eliciting a sleepy moan from Miāelle. The druid backed away, smiling, baring his large teeth, and slunk back into the dark woods.
**
The next day Miāelle continued following the small trail along the river. She and Perfection stopped to drink and rest. She ate a few bites of her rations, checked the sharpness of her sword, and continued onward. She noticed the trees becoming thicker, larger, blocking more of the sun, making it difficult for her to guess the time.
She continued on later into the evening, unable to see the sun set, she kept going. Feeling tired, Miāelle looked for a good spot to camp. Finding a small clearing, she decided to set up her tent instead.
Right as she hopped off Perfection, removing her helm, she heard a loud shriek coming from behind her, startling her. It sounded as though a woman was in agony. Withdrawing her sword, Miāelle scanned the area. She heard another scream.
āWhoās there? Do you need help?ā Miāelle called out into the shaded woods for the woman. There was no reply.
Miāelle waited, the eerie feeling not going away. Several moments passed, her sword drawn, she scanned the tree line. She saw two red, glowing eyes blink at her from behind a tree. Her own eyes widened with alarm.
Before she could react, a large, screaming mass barreled through the brush right at her.
āGet away!ā it yelled at her in a womanās voice. But it was no womanāit was a huge, angry mass of fur. The large bear stopped a few yards from Miāelle, growling at her, its mouth dripping saliva.
āAre you a ā ā
āGet out of here!ā the bear yelled once more. āGet away from my cubs!ā
āWhat cubs? I see no cubs,ā Miāelle replied.
āYou lie!ā The insane druid lunged at her only to be met by Miāelleās sword, which impaled the bear at the shoulder.
Perfection turned around, rising up on his hind legs, kicking at the bear.
Seemingly feeling no pain, the bear, using her uninjured arm back-handed Miāelle, the force sending flying against a nearby tree.
The bear rose on her back legs, pawing at Perfection. He was also on his back legs, frantically kicking at the bear with his front hooves.
Miāelle shook the cobwebs from the bearās blow and ran toward her, slamming into her back with her spiked shoulder. The bear turned around, attempting to back hand her again; Miāelle ducked, going to her knees and piercing the bearās belly with her shoulders.
The bear let out another scream, going to all fours. Miāelle reached for her sword, but the bear bit her left forearm.
Miāelle groaned, feeling the bearās mouth clamp down on her armor, denting it. The bear shook her head and flung Miāelle away, taking her armored gauntlet in her mouth.
Landing against a boulder, she held her uncovered forearm, hoping her gauntlet wasnāt ruined. She watched the insane druid clamping down on her glove, crushing it, making it useless while Perfection continued punching the bear.
Miāelle yelled in anger, charging at the bear again. She ran as fast as her heavy armor could allow, and crashed into the bear sending more shoulder spikes into her side.
The bear swatted at Miāelle, missing her again. Miāelle was able to roll as she ducked, grabbing her sword, still impaled in the bearās shoulder. Raising her weapon above her head, the bear charged her this time, biting at her waist, tossing her in the air.
When she landed, Miāelle watched the bear charge. At the last second a pair of hind hooves smashed against the bearās side, breaking ribs and pushing it away from Miāelle.
Miāelle took her chance, charging again, this time with her sword. She stabbed the disoriented bear in her side, sending her huge blade directly through the bearās ribs, lungs, and into its heart.
Catching her breath, she examined her armor near her waist. There were dents from the bearās teeth, the bottom harness was damage, but the chest piece remained intact for the most part
āYou saved my life,ā she whispered to her steed, having never seen him fight like that before. Miāelle stood, running her hands up and down his long face. āThank you.ā
The mysterious feline, watched from the distance, in the shadows, licking his lips, biding his time.
Chapter 4
The following night was especially humid. After a sleepless night, the screams of the bear echoing in her ears, Miāelle took out her damaged gauntlet from Perfectionās bag. She salvaged it from the previous night. She shook her head in annoyance.
The day was long and dark, barely able to tell it was daytime. Miāelle sat on a rock, poking a fire. She stood and removed her remaining gauntlet, shoulder armor and chest piece.
āThere, thatās better,ā she said. āWeāll rest a bit and continue on. I want to get out of this valley.ā
The feline stalker visited once again. As Miāelle slept against Perfection, her sword in hand, he licked at her exposed stomach, then left as quietly as he arrived.
She woke up this time, her fingers touching the saliva on her stomach, not sure what to make of it. Miāelle shook her head. Glancing around the forest, seeing nothing in the blackness, she stood, putting her damaged chest piece and shoulder armor back on. She woke up Perfection, and they left, not caring about getting a decent amount of sleep.
A few hours later, Perfection was carrying a sleeping Miāelle on his back through gloomy, dark woods. She stirred to life when she thought she heard a howl of some sort.
Giving up from fighting sleep, she leaned forward, her head resting on the back of Perfectionās neck.
Moments or hours passed, Miāelle didnāt know. She was woken by growls, snarls, and Perfection galloping as fast as he could.
To her left and right were wolves, their eyes glowing red, chasing them, nipping at Perfection and Miāelle dangling boots.
She drew her sword, and using her unarmored hand, Miāelle found she could swing it with ease. Her powerful strong arms slicing at a drooling mad druid in the form of a wolf.
āDonāt stop, keep going,ā she said to Perfection, as if the horse would ever stop. Miāelle swung again slicing the throat of another wolf.
The wolves were catching up, Perfection was tiring. Miāelle couldnāt hold them off forever. They were smartly avoiding Miāelle left swinging arm, targeting her right boot instead. She switched hands, but swinging the large sword quickly with her armored right hand wasnāt easy or effective.
Then it happened, a wolf got lucky. It bit her right boot, dragging her off Perfection. Miāelle tumbled and rolled with the wolf, watching her horse gallop on without her on him.
They converged on Miāelle, biting at her, attacking her. She did her best to huddle into a ball, covering her head with her armored right hand, cursing herself at leaving her helm in Perfectionās satchel.
She waited, occasionally stabbing at fur, whenever she got the opportunity; though they were relentless.
They gnawed and tore at her damaged chest armor, pulling the harness back, tearing it off. Her skin was becoming exposed; she had no idea how long it would be before the cracked her armor completely ā like exposing the meat of an oyster.
She heard familiar galloping, hooves on ground, Perfection returning. One of the wolves howled with pain, then another, then one more. Perfection was kicking them off her.
Miāelle stood, blood trailing down the side of her face and began swinging madly and stabbing every wolf she saw.
With Perfectionās assistance, they fought them off, a couple of injured ones limping away into the darkness.
āThatās twice,ā Miāelle said, going to her knees, out of breath. āYouāve saved me twice.ā
She inspected her side, the armor was cracked, ruined, her chestpiece wouldnāt hold up much longer.
Miāelle held her side, resting her head on Perfectionās back before mounting him once more. āWe have to get out of this valley.ā
Chapter 5
Jet black, bigger than a tiger, the cursed druid watched Miāelleās battle with the wolves.
āSo hungry,ā he whispered. āKeep going, youāre getting weaker, almost too weak ā just how I like it.ā
He licked his lips, staying in the shadows, and kept following her.
Miāelle rode until dawn, or at least what she perceived as dawn. Seeing the dark grey sky, instead of black, she dismounted. She heard gurgling water nearby, to the side of the small path.
āI could use a bath,ā she said out loud, walking to the source of the sound. āAt least rinse off a bit.ā
It was a stream; Miāelle knelt before it, studying the water. There was something odd about it. A red flicker of light caught her peripheral vision. Turning to her left, she saw the light again. Miāelle followed the stream a little ways, seeing it open into a pond.
She saw the flicker of red light again; it was coming from below the surface. Kneeling once more, Miāelle peered into the dark water. She scooped up a little, letting it flow out of her hand ā it was a translucent black color.
āUgh,ā she grimaced after smelling it. The water smelled like rotting flesh.
Miāelle stood, looking once more to the flickering light, seemingly closer now, from below the surface.
āIs that,ā she wondered out loud, squinting to see the light better. āEyes?ā
Two large, thick tentacles exploded from underneath the surface, wrapping around Miāelleās boots, pulling her.
Thinking quickly, she stabbed the earth with her sword, using it to hang on. Whatever the tentacles and red eyes belonged was trying to drag inter to water. The tentacles had suction cups on it, just like a squid or octopus.
Miāelle held onto her swordās handle, the tentacles pulling her, lifting her off the ground. Then they stopped.
She lunged forward, turned around and saw them rise in the air. She grabbed her sword, rolled and ducked out of the way. Miāelle began running back to her horse ā without her boots.
She cursed out loud once more, looking to her bare feet. In a way, her boots saved her, coming off her feet while the creature was attempting to pull her underwater. She was also able to move faster without the heavy plate boots slowing her down.
Miāelle sighed, mounting Perfection. āLetās go.ā
**
The trees were black now, the leaves long gone, and the ground grey. There was a dense fog just above the trees, blocking out sunlight. But the lack of leaves enabled Miāelle to at least see more of her surroundings.
Traveling onward, she saw a clearing after a few miles. Guiding Perfection to it, they rested under a large rocky overhang.
āLetās rest awhile; I hear no sounds of life ā no insects, no birds. Thereās nothing here. Weāre almost through this nightmarish valley. Iāll be home to my beloved soon,ā she said, sitting against Perfection, sleep over taking her in minutes.
Sleep was restless, images of gore, of mutilated animals, creeping blackness over the land filled her nightmares. Miāelle dreamed of a giant, black, demon-like creature fucking her, spraying black semen all over.
When was awoken from her nightmare by the sound of heavy breathing and movement ā something was carrying her.
She opened her eyes, seeing a huge mouth closed around her torso. Miāelle looked behind her seeing her horse in the distance. She screamed to him, causing him to wake and give chase.
Whatever was carrying her was faster than Perfection. It jumped up an embankment, nimbly dashing through boulders and trees.
Miāelle weapon was still at her side, she clutched it, ready to pull it out and stab whatever was carrying her. She didnāt get a chance to. The creature tossed her into a small clearing, swiping the sword away from her waist, pinning her down.
It was a huge, black feline. It hovered over her, its paws pinning her hands down. It swiped at her left shoulder, tearing away the armor there, leaving a streak of four bleeding scratch marks. It swiped again at her side, tearing away what was left of her chest armor.
The cat licked at her face, Miāelle turning her head away from its huge tongue. It licked down her neck, and then swiped at the white wraps around her breasts.
āDo it,ā Miāelle angrily said. āKill me and eat me.ā
āI will eat you,ā the druid said. āBut not in the literal sense ā not yet. I had a recent meal. The bear cubs were delicious. Iām eating you in another way first. My soul and brain is still that of a manās.ā
The cat licked her breasts, his large tongue lapping at her nipples, covering them with saliva. Still pinning her down, he licked to her stomach, his tongue trailing over each abdominal muscle.
He moved one of his giant paws to her neck while he pulled and gnawed at her leggings with his other paw and mouth. Tearing them along with the small undergarments she wore, the feline breathed in her scent.
āMmmm, yes,ā he growled, lapping at Miāelleās exposed pussy with his tongue. āMy name is Ro-nie, pleased to meet you,ā he smugly said.
Ro-nie kept licking at her pussy, and inner thigh, all while Miāelle searched for something with her left hand. She was feeling around for it, her head held down by the paw, facing the opposite direction.
Ignoring the feeling of a big, fat cat tongue covering her entire pussy and lower abdomen as it licked her, Miāelle found what she was looking for. It was pointy, made of iron ā her shoulder armor.
āYouāll love this in due time. Youāll love me,ā Ro-nie said, licking away at her. His glowing red eyes caught movement, but it was too late.
Miāelle slammed her shoulder armor, as hard as she could, spike first into Ro-nieās right eye. He roared in pain, standing on his hind legs, batting at the armor, attempting to pull it out of his eye.
Miāelle rolled and ran away. Angrier than ever, Ro-nie chased her. Without her boots, and now leg armor, she was even faster. Sprinting through boulders and dead trees, Miāelle was able to dodge Ro-nieās attacks and lunges almost all the way back to rock overhang. Eventually, he caught up to her, tackling her to the ground, bringing her to all fours.
Ro-nie licked at her ass, swirling his tongue around her asshole. āMaybe Iāll enter here first, to punish you for taking my eye.ā
His large, barbed, red feline cock slid up and down her ass-cheeks. āYesss,ā Ro-nie hissed.
āNo, please donāt,ā Miāelle whimpered. āPerfection,ā she cried.
The cockhead landed against her puckered whole, barely pushing in it. āThis is going to hurt, but not as bad as losing an eye,ā Ro-nie mocked her, rearing his hips back, ready to thrust and impale her with his cock.
Perfection appeared, jumping through dead trees, turning around and kicking Ro-nie off Miāelle with all his might. She quickly mounted him and they galloped back to where Ro-nie took Miāelle. She needed her sword.
Ro-nie beat them there, able to jump and climb over terrain much easier, he was waiting.
āCharge into him,ā she ordered Perfection. He obeyed and Miāelle dismounted, rolling over several times, arriving at her discarded weapon. This distracted Ro-nie causing him to turn his attention to her. He was able to avoid the collision with Miāelleās horse.
Without the cumbersome armor, nude save for her right shoulder and hand, Miāelle quickly ran toward Ro-nie. As he was getting back to his feet, she charged, sword first into his open, drooling mouth, driving the blade all the way in to the hilt.
She watched his remaining good eye slowly fade to black and pulled the sword out of Ro-nie. Miāelle glanced to Perfection, gathered her nearby broken armor and loaded it into his bag.
āLetās go,ā she said mounting him. āGood thing my beloved is a blacksmith. Heāll be busy for hours after he makes love to me.ā
Miāelle looked over her shoulder and spit on the lifeless body of Ro-nie. She snapped the reins, her and Perfection speeding off.
Chapter 6
They rode for hours, for what seemed like an entire day, non-stop. Perfection never stopped, never tired, as did Miāelle.
They eventually made it to the end of the valley. There was no way out of it though. There was no path way, just a sheer, tall cliff.
āNo wonder the druids canāt get out of here. Itās not possible for bears, wolves, cats, to climb this cliff. We have to keep riding along this wall, there must be a path of some sort,ā Miāelle said, hopping off Perfection, looking to the high cliffs above her.
āThere isnāt,ā a voice spoke to Miāelle ā a male voice, one she recognized. āThereās no way for me to get out of this valley.ā
Miāelleās heart was racing, her eyes wide with shock, she knew whose voice it belong to. He was someone she met just a few nights ago. Struggling to figure out how many days and nights sheās been in the valley she turned to her horse, her hand resting on his nose.
āUlāsses,ā she said, nearly tearing up.
āYouāre Ulāsses,ā Miāelle stated, standing, facing her horse, her longtime friend.
āI am,ā Ulāsses replied.
āYouāve been in this form all these years?ā
āNo. I love to run. I love being outside. I also love helping people. I stayed in this form to help you when you needed a steed. Seeing you, watching you, getting to know you, I fell in love with you.ā
āWhy didnāt you turn back into a human?ā Miāelle asked.
āBecause of your beloved. I would never want to come between you and him. Iāve silently watched the love you share with him bloom. I did not want to disrupt that.ā
Miāelle sighed shaking her head, knowing nothing could ever tear her apart from her beloved. āBut the other night, we made love.ā
āI know. I knew you were heading to this valley, I knew I wouldnāt be able to turn back into a man and climb out with you. So I showed you my real form, taking a chance that youād let me make love to you before I die down here.ā
āNo, no, you wonāt die. I will get you out of here somehow, even if I have to pull you up the cliffs to do so. You saved me three times! I can save you.ā
āYou can try, but if getting you home to your beloved means I am trapped here, while you climb out of the valley, then so be it. Your happiness is more important than my life,ā Ulāsses said.
āYouāre wonderful, Ulāsses.ā Miāelle kissed his long head, between his eyes.
Ulāsses licked at her neck, his big lips, nibbling at her jaw. āUlāsses,ā Miāelle whispered.
āPlease go. Know that Iāve always loved you,ā Ulāsses said.
āI, I love you too. Youāve done so much for me, helping me, saving me,ā Miāelle arched her back, offering a breast to Ulāsses. He licked and nibbled at it eagerly.
āIām so sorry for keeping this a secret. If you knew I was a man, I was afraid you wouldnāt want me to be your horse anymore,ā he admitted.
āNo, no, Iām sorry. I shouldāve found another route home,ā Miāelle said.
āYouāre beautiful, Miāelle,ā Ulāsses said.
āSo are you.ā
āEven as a horse? Iām not a man.ā
āEspecially as a horse,ā Miāelle replied. She kissed his nose and jaw, his huge neck, his powerful shoulders. She ran her fingers through his mane, kissing her way down his back. She nuzzled his rump.
āLet me thank you for everything,ā Miāelle said, slowly going to her knees, eyes widening at the sight of his huge equine cock.
āMmmm, beautifulā¦ā Miāelle breathed in his scent, ducking under his stomach, grabbing his member by the base. She kissed the broad tip.
āMiāelle, please,ā the druid begged. She kissed his huge cockhead again, then licked her way down to his giant hanging testicles.
She said nothing, instead swirling her tongue all around his massive balls. Kissing her way back to tip, she engulfed it. It was quite difficult to get his entire cockhead in her mouth, but she opened it as wide as she could, his bulbous tip taking up her entire mouth. She sucked as fast as she could, while jacking his long shaft. Smiling at herself and moaning at the taste of Ulāssesā equine cock.
āMmmmm,ā she moaned again, Ulāsses joined her. Miāelle had to stifle a giggle at the sound of man moaning coming from a horse.
She kept going, kept jacking Ulāsses and sucking the tip. He grunted, shifting his weight on his back legs, he was cumming.
āYes!ā Miāelle cried out in her head, her mouth and throat filling with semen. The thick gooey fluid overflowed out of her mouth, dripping off her chin onto her breasts.
She pulled his cock out of her mouth and laughed as it spurt several more globs of cum on her face.
Wiping cum off her face and chest, Miāelle stood in front of Ulāsses. āNow then, weāre getting out here, together. No matter what.ā
**
They rode for another day, from one side of the valley cliff to the other. Miāelle had several orgasms as they traveled, her clit banging against the saddle. She purposely made sure to grind against Ulāsses as he galloped.
As her eyes rolled into the back of her head, another orgasm washing over her, she saw a familiar red light in the distance. It was faint, but coming out of a small cave in the cliff wall. Had Miāelle chosen to ride this direction instead of the other way, they wouldāve found it sooner.
Miāelle saw something else too. Skeletons, not belonging to humans, littered the ground near the cave. She saw movement from a small, black haired creature. She dismounted Ulāsses, grabbed her sword, and approached it.
It was a goat, limping ā his eyes red, his hair black. āKill me,ā she heard the goat say.
āAnother druid,ā she said.
āWe all are,ā the goat replied.
āWe?ā
Miāelle was startled, gasping as a goat landed next to her, twitching for a second then going still. Another landed not far away. Miāelle looked up, seeing movement on the cliffs. She counted several black goats attempting to traverse the rocks and climb out, only to fail, falling to their death or serious injury.
āPlease? End it,ā the injured goat asked again.
Miāelle nodded, closed her eyes and brought her sword down on the poor creatureās neck, decapitating it.
The light from the cave called her attention again. She glanced back to Ulāsses; there was no way he could fit through the opening. Something compelled Miāelle to explore the cave.
Chapter 7
Squeezing through the narrow passage ways, decaying goats along the ground, Miāelle made her way closer to the source of the red light.
As she got closer, she noticed a slight flickering, intensity of the light decreasing and increasing.
She passed by another druid trapped in the form of a goat. Looking over his shoulder, into the cave, he begged her to kill it.
āKill what?ā she asked, before the druid closed his eyes forever.
Then the whispers started.
Clutching her sword, moving closer to the source of the light, she heard someone in a familiar voice whisper in her ear. āIt was your fault. You caused his death.ā
āWhoās there?ā Miāelle demanded.
āYou and me,ā was the whispered reply. āYouāll never get home. You donāt deserve to.ā
āWhat?ā Miāelle snuck along a rock wall.
āYou donāt deserve him after what youāve done, youāll never leave here,ā was the eerily calm whispering she heard.
āNo!ā Miāelle shouted in the dimly lit cave.
The voice kept speaking to her, telling her everything was her fault. It sounded so familiar ā a female voice.
āShut up!ā Miāelleās yell echoed in the cave. She paused seeing a corner ahead, red light, flicking around it. Pushing caution aside, she ran toward the source.
When she rounded the corner, she saw a large expanded room. The ceiling was high, 30 feet, a few, small stalactites hung from it. In the center of the room, the source of the red flickering light, was something very large and black.
It spoke to her in a calm voice. āHello, Miāelle.ā
āHow?ā she asked. āHow do you know my name?ā
She watched the black mass uncurl, stand, and face her. It was another goat, solid black, nearly the height of the cavernous room they were in. Miāelle saw the source of the flickering red lights. The goat had seven eyes, three on each side of its head, one large one in the middle, all blinking out of sync.
It spoke to her again, its mouth unmoving, in a calm voice, āI know everything about you.ā
Shaking her head in disbelief, trying to place where she heard the slightly distorted female voice, she raised her weapon. āYouāre just a mad druid, like the others.ā
āNo. Iām no druid,ā the large, black goat stated.
Miāelle couldnāt tell if the voice was in her head or actually coming from the creature.
āYou caused your husband to commit suicide. Poor William,ā the creature said.
āWhat are you talking about? Who is William? I was never married, you insane monster,ā Miāelle said.
āOf course you donāt remember him, here in this place. But you were married. You committed adultery.ā
āLiar! Iāve never been married, I know no Williams!ā
The creature remained still, seven red eyes blinking, towering in the cave. āAh, you have your beloved now. Right?ā it laughed at Miāelle.
āHow do you know of him? Answer me!ā
āI told you, I know everything about you.ā
āWhat are you?ā Miāelle yelled.
āIām the embodiment of your biggest fears, your worst nightmares. I know that if you lost your beloved, or were never able to see him again, youād die. Thatās your biggest fear, your worst nightmare. I am here to make sure you never get home to him,ā the goat-monster laughed, its huge horns scraping the ceiling when it reared its head back in laughter.
Miāelle had heard enough. She wasnāt wearing leg plates or boots, allowing her to run and move faster. Her shoulders werenāt hindered by heavy plate armor, allowing her to swing her sword harder. She wasnāt wearing gauntlets, swinging and handling her sword would be easier. She was naked, quick, and agile ā she would kill this creature.
Miāelle ran toward the monster. It raised one of its front hooves, attempting to squash Miāelle; she ducked, rolled, and sliced at the back leg. She quickly turned around, stabbing the leg once more.
The creature turned, trying again, but Miāelle was too quick. Rolling out of the way again, she sliced at the other back leg. Several more dodges, stabs and slices, and the monster roared in pain, falling to its front legs while itās back legs spewed out black blood.
It rammed its head into the ground, trying to head-butt her, failing each time, her sword slicing at its shoulder and face.
Dragging itself by its front legs, it continued its assault. Miāelle sliced it into dozens of cuts, its black blood spurting out all over the cavern and Miāelle.
The creature faked her out. It went to swipe at her with its right hoof and instead caught her with its left, knocking Miāelle to the ground.
It roared an otherworldly, eerie scream, opening its mouth. Miāelle saw seven tongues descend upon her. They were long, thin tongues, two of them wrapping around her arms, another around a leg.
One of the tongues stabbed at her body, randomly, as the other tongues held her above the cave floor. It landed against her anus, driving itself in, making Miāelle scream with pain as it slinked its way into her colon.
Two other tongues came at her too, both of them driving into her pussy, double penetrating her.
She screamed again. The seventh and final tongue dove into her open mouth, sliding down her throat, silencing her.
The creature paused, watching its helpless victim go still, eyes rolling into the back of Miāelleās head. It tongues retracting back into its mouth and it swallowed her.
The monster goat didnāt realize Miāelle was holding onto her sword, her knuckles white from gripping the handle, until it was too late; until Miāelle sliced the creatureās throat from the inside.
Its seven tongues unwrapped from her leg and arms as Miāelle sawed through its throat. The tongue in her mouth withdrew from her throat, the ones in her pussy and asshole did the same.
Miāelle fell out of the creatureās throat, blood everywhere, landing on the cave floor below. She stood, turning to watch and listen to the monster in its death throes, bleeding out.
Finally it was still. Miāelle went to her knees, panting heavily, the grip on her sword gradually lessening, sweat and blood dripping off her onto the floor. Blackness enveloped her, as the light source of the room, the seven, red, glowing eyes faded and closed.
Chapter 8
She saw light coming in from outside; much more than she expected. Miāelle crawled and limped her way, tired but victorious, through the dark toward the source.
When she exited the cave, she saw human bodies, previously goats. She saw a man in the distance, limping away from her. Miāelle looked to the sky, seeing the clouds gone, and sun shining.
Then she saw another man, a beautiful sight, her friend Ulāsses. Miāelle gave a weary smile, not wanting to hug him and getting him messy too. He didnāt care, picking her up, spinning her naked body around.
āI can climb out now,ā he said. āAre you ready?ā he glanced over his shoulder at the bags he carried as a horse.
Miāelle nodded. Ulāsses slid his arm around her waist, assisting her with walking. He hefted the bags over his huge shoulders, and they continued on.
Not far from the cave they found several small, winding paths. They were steep and tight, some spots requiring hands with opposable thumbs to pull oneself up. The climb was difficult, but they made it, collapsing on green grass on top of the cliff.
They helped one another the entire way. Ulāsses did most of the work, but just as he did when in horse-form, he never gave up.
They caught their breath, lying on their backs, squinting at the sun. Miāelle rolled over, Ulāsses had his arm around her, his hand on her waist. She couldnāt help but smile, one step closer to being reunited with her beloved. The monster failed at keeping them apart. She had no idea who William was or what it was talking about, pushing those thoughts aside, she basked in the warm sun with Ulāsses.
āWe need to bathe,ā Ulāsses sat up, chuckling. āLetās find a good spot.ā
Holding hands, they walked through a field of wildflowers. It wasnāt long before they found a small pond.
Kissing one another, waded out into the pond, Miāelle laughing as she pushed Ulāsses over. She landed on top of him; they rolled around in the shallow water, their mouths connected.
In a foot of water, Ulāsses, on his knees, pulled Miāelle up to straddle him, her arms around his neck. He guided his cock inside her, resuming their passionate kisses. Breaking the kiss, he thrust upward, holding her in his arms, their eyes locked on to one another.
āIāll stay out of the way,ā Ulāsses said.
Miāelle moaned, slowly rising up and down on Ulāssesā shaft. āWhat?ā
āWhen we return. When you get home to your beloved. Iāll be around, but I wonāt interfere. Itāll be just like before when I was only your horse,ā Ulāsses said.
āUlāsses, we can still be like this,ā Miāelle said in between breaths.
āNo. He is the most important man in your life. You need each other. Iāll watch your love continue to grow with him, just like Iāve done the past five years.ā
āAhh,ā Miāelle moaned again. āMaybe, maybe once in a while we can be like this. He wonāt mind.ā
Ulāsses smiled, caressing Miāelleās cheek as he made love to her. āOnce in a while.ā
She hugged him tightly while he kept bouncing her on his cock in the shallow pond. The sunlight kissing their skin.
āYou feel so good,ā Ulāsses said, approaching his climax.
Miāelle bit her lower lip, kissed him, and laughed just before her own climax happened.
āYou feel, youāre,ā she moaned loudly, āPerfection.ā
Ulāsses laughed, stood in the pond and continued thrusting into her, holding her by her ass.
āAhhh, Miāelle,ā he moaned; his cock erupting inside her, her pussy overflowing with cum.
āUlāsses!ā She cried, arching her back, her pussy spasming on his cock.
He backed out of the water, kissing and licking at her breasts. He laid her on the grass, kissing at her neck, breasts, and toned stomach. He collapsed next to her. Miāelle rolled over to face him, her hand on his cheek. Sleep found them moments later, the sun warming and drying them.
Chapter 9
They arrived in town several hours later. Miāelle put on remnants of her broken armor, her chest pieces and leggings, to cover herself.
The town was far busier than Miāelle remembered it. āWhere will you be?ā she asked Ulāsses, in a hushed tone, so to conceal his identity.
āMy usual stable over there I suppose,ā Ulāsses suggested.
āThank you for getting me here safely,ā Miāelle whispered, riding him through town, past the market, waving at a few people as they rode.
āThank you for letting me be your companion,ā Ulāsses whispered when they arrived at the stable.
āYou sure youāll be happy here?ā Miāelle whispered after dismounting him, leading the horse into the stall.
Ulāsses nodded and looked around. He had a neighbor in the stall next to him ā a mare. He sniffed the air, watching her pussy wink.
āThereās a reason I chose to learn how to take the form of a horse,ā Ulāsses whispered.
Miāelle laughed, seeing his in-heat neighbor, putting two-and-two together. āAh, I see. Well, then, looks like youāll be taken care of.ā
Miāelle hugged him goodbye, āIāll visit you later.ā
Briskly walking through the market place, Miāelle searched for the blacksmith shop ā where her beloved would be.
Reaching the last shop, the one next to the leatherworking and tanning shop, Miāelle entered it, unable to stop smiling. Thatās when she saw him. Her beloved, at last. He was a younger man, busily repairing a patronās armor.
She stood still, waiting for his peripheral vision to see her. We he did, he smiled widely, setting his hammer down, rushing to her.
āMother!ā he replied, arms held wide to embrace her.
āMy son!ā Miāelle swung her own arms around, holding him tightly against her. āI have missed you so much.ā
āYou made it for my birthday!ā he replied, kissing her forehead.
āI have. Please, my darling, let us find somewhere private. I want you to make love to me. Itās been weeks.ā
āYes mother,ā her beloved replied. He pulled her closer, his lips moving to hers. They closed their eyes, preparing to share a loverās kiss, their lips nearly touchingā¦
**
Michelle woke, sitting up in bed, gasping for air. āShit!ā She was panting heavily, trying to remember where she was. She looked to her left, seeing Ronnie, the huge body builder she met the previous night, snoring lightly. On the other side of him was another muscular woman, long dark hair, blue eyes, sleeping soundly.
She closed her eyes, focusing on reality. āDallas. Iām in Dallas,ā she whispered. Getting out of bed, she walked to the window of her tenth-story hotel room. Still naked, she looked back at Ronnie.
Theyād met the night before after an IFBB competition. Michelle, a former fitness model, was competing full-time now. She knew it was stupid to sleep with Ronnie, much less try out a three-way, but had done so anyway. Their night of rough, loud sex had made a mess of her hotel room.
Looking out at the Dallas skyline, she thought about her reoccurring dream. Sheād been dreaming of her son for close to a year now. The ending was always the same. She arrived home to her son, waking up before anything sexual happened.
She thought about Bill, her late husband next, and how his death the previous year brought her and her son even closer ā perhaps prompting these strange dreams.
Michelle sighed heavily, āI need to talk to someone. A professional.ā
She moved to the bathroom, looking at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes were brown again, not blue like in her dream and the woman in bed next to Ronnie. She combed her hands through her long dark hair, glancing one last time at the sleeping mistake sheād spent most of the night fucking. She made her way to the shower. Michelleās flight home to Miami was in a few hours.
The End
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This is a sequel, believe it or not, to my interracial story: āSelf Fulfilling Fantasy.ā If you are curious feel free to read that. The third story will be about Michelle and her son becoming lovers in real life ā not in her dreams.
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