Ranger Chronicles Ep. 01

"I'll take the two in the middle. You three go for the other two." He sprinted forward, and the rest followed. The Warmaidens seemed surprised. unsure of how to what to do - It was likely no prey had ever gone towards them before. They soon responded with a charge of their own. It Thankfully, the two Kalan was targeting separated themselves from the rest by dashing towards him at full pace. The one in front charged him with a strength and speed of a steed, her spear point directed at his abdomen. He mulled putting an Arc-Bolt through the beast - that would surely harm her, but it wouldn't kill her. Warmaidens were too strong to die from a simple Bolt. Besides, that was not how he wanted to win. He would beat these Orcs and Drow at their own game. He stood in place, waiting for the Warmaiden to arrive. His heart began to thump so loud he was sure the Drow could hear it in the stands. Despite all his experience he knew that a slight misstep would leave him dead. She came closer until finally he could feel her power through the stone floor. Once she was close enough, he knocked the spear away with his hands, breaking it in half. A flash of a moment later the Warmaiden's shoulder hit him head on.

The wind blew out of him with a whoosh. A sharp, unyielding pain formed in his chest and he knew a few bones had been broken. His vision blackened as they moved backwards with an unstoppable momentum. The cheers and hollers of the Drow grew louder. They slammed into the wall of the Arena. Something in him cracked. They grappled each other's arms and legs, each struggling to gain physical dominance over the other. It took all his strength to not become paste as the Warmaiden's weight pressed him against the stone wall. This one had to be defeated before the other Orc arrived or, worse, traveled to his friends.

Kalan let out a mighty roar, pushing against the wall and using all his strength to go forward. They traveled a few paces. The Warmaiden let out a roar back in protest, her fangs desperately reaching for his neck. The Drow had grown eerily quiet now. With another push, he urged them forward another few paces. He could see the other Warmaiden observing them in the corner of his vision. She seemed content to watch her friend's battle first. Kalan grabbed his opponent by the neck. He jumped up, causing the Warmaiden's momentum carry her forward. Using all the force he could muster he tossed himself over her back, and threw her downwards, pinning her on the ground. The loud cheers of the Drow again became deafening in his ears. A few stood up now, eager to watch he display. This wasn't enough: the Warmaiden, with strength alone would soon break his hold and he would be the one pinned with a jaw in his neck. He placed a palm on her back, and focused mana into her, and onto the floor. By creating an abundance of Arc-Enegry, onto the Warmaiden, and a lack of it on the floor, she found herself in constant Levitation towards the ground. This was a technique called Lashing. It was just another form of Levitation but applied to someone and something else. The Warmaiden roared in protest, eager to escape her prison. Kalan rose to see the other Warmaiden charging spear first. He dove to the ground, evading her blow and grabbing the broken spear the first had dropped. Finally, they could fight on equal terms. He Levitated towards the Warmaiden, whose momentum had thrown her against the Arena wall. He jabbed his spear through her arm and into the wall, pinning her there. She let out a mighty roar in defiance. He struck her across the cheek with a closed fist. He did it again, repeatedly. The roar became weak. Her eyes dulled from a deep red to a dark orange. Tyr's Blessings, he was winning.

He looked across the Arena. Cleitus had managed to wrest a spear from his opponent and was now fighting her on equal terms with Ralph. Lain was running around the Arena in panic, desperately fleeing from a Warmaiden who ran after him like a crazed bull. Thank Tyr, thank the Gardener, they had survived.

The Drow shouted something from the stands. He found it difficult to understand their dialect, yet it sounded:

"BAHK'POR, BAHK'POR, BAHK'POR." Complete jibberish. Only Tyr knew what those slavers wanted. Yet his battle hadn't been won. This was a breeding, meaning he'd only win once he achieved sexual dominance. Tyr's mercy was he having fun?

He stuck his hand onto the Warmaiden and Lashed her towards the arena wall. Her eyes a dull, dark yellow. She'd been subdued.

He walked over to his first opponent. She had given up struggling now and had accepted her fate. He knew what the next stage was: he was to mate with her. He'd never had sex, but the act itself seemed simple. Yet he couldn't do it. It just didn't seem honorable, to do such a thing to a downed opponent. He dashed towards Lain, who had been tackled by the Warmaiden chasing him.

Jhannel Nimiri watched the battle from he stands, excited. Kalanian, a Human was matching a Warmaiden in terms of strength. At the very least he managed not to turn into dough as they slammed against the wall. Had something like this ever been observed? An unarmed Human matching an elite Orc fighter in battle skill, especially strength, was unheard of. Were the stands getting hot or was it just her? She watched as Kalanian threw himself and the Warmaiden to the ground. The stands erupted. She felt an uptick of mana and knew he had used some spell make her stay down. A Berserker was simply to strong for one man to constrain with strength alone. Despite that, he had surpassed her expectations. In the entirety of the breeding program, no male they had captured, Man or Elf, had managed to subdue a Warmaiden for mating. The Warmaiden needed to be dominated, subdued, yet the skill required to do so was simply not there. The Blood of the Ancestors was strong in him indeed.

The other Warmaiden, Miza Anger-Beast, charged him head on. Kalanian dove to the side, clutching the spear the first had dropped and evading the blow. She felt a surge of mana and saw him rocket forward with like lightning to the dismayed beast. He embedded the spear into her arm and she let out a loud roar in anger. He struck her across the face. Both Miza and Gami, daughters of Drugi Anger-Beast, had been subdued. Their eyes came become a dull black. She shivered in excitement. They would mate with now, creating a new tribe of Orcs with the Blood of the Ancestors. Orcs with Strength, Intelligence, and the Arc-Energy. It was a fearsome thought.

"Balthazar's curses, Nimi," Said Xavin beside her. "The human is fearful indeed."

"Isn't he?" She said with a smile. "The two Warmaidens he subdued are unclaimed, so we will be creating a new tribe with this mating. What shall we call it, Xavin? I've already thought of a few names." He was at a loss for words, unsure of what to say. Obviously, his head was screaming with possibilities, making it unable for him to speak. "I've also chosen the others he is to mate with: the Elven mage we captured from Aryenn on the border and the human we requested from the Assassin's Guild."

"And of the Drow he is to mate with?" Asked Nadia. "Which female among us will do this?" She felt her vagina twitch at the thought.

"Us, Nadia. I am a Priestess. There are benefits to these things." Nadia grinned. There were benefits to being the sister of a Priestess.

"For a human, of all the races," Said Xavin, "To have the Blood of The Ancestors. This is truly a jest." She wasn't sure he was exactly as Human as he said he was. She still felt something... familiar from him. That she'd have to investigate on her own.

"The other Priests and the Vizier will be ever content to see this advancement in our breeding. And the other three..." They looked across the Arena to the other three. Ralph and Cleitus hadn't subdued their Warmaiden but were instead on the verge of killing it. The fools. The Warmaiden had to be dominated, not killed. She'd have to exit the session early or risk losing a valuable Warmaiden. A shame, she was eager to watch the breeding. At least the Humans had stayed alive. Lain on the other hand was running about the Arena like a madman, shrieking as a Warmaiden charged him like a crazed bull.

"Yes," said Xavin, "The two Humans are fine, but the Dwarf is... below expectations." The Warmaiden chasing Lain leaped into the air and landed with her spear in his back. The crowd gasped. This was what they had been expecting. She felt an uptick in mana as Kalan dashed towards his friend, using his Arc-Energy technique for rapid movement. He was too late. The Warmaiden stuck her fangs into Lain's neck and pulled. The Dwarf's head ripped from his body and flew across the Arena, his blood leaking across the stone floor. Oh well. She doubted the Dwarf would have survived a mating session regardless. Kalan tackled the beast. Pinning it to the ground. Ralph soon followed.

"This is getting out of hand, Nimi," Said Nadia. "We don't want any dead slaves or Warmaidens. These are too valuable to replace." She had a point. She called for the Arena Master. A male Drow in in black robes emerged from the stands and the crown booed. They had been eager to watch as well.

Chapter 3:

After the events of the Arena, a few Ghosts had escorted them under the Arena into a chamber where they had been shackled to tables. It was like going to a sadistic surgeon. Kalan stared at the ceiling. A soft white light emanated from his chest, slowly melding his broken bones. He was no expert healer - eventually he would cause permanent damage if he kept harming himself here. Cleitus and Ralph were shackled to the tables next to him, silent. There hadn't been much to say since Lain's death. None of them had known what to say. Often when on missions Rangers could take fun in the battle until a friend was killed. Then there would be no fun and games, only the mission. Kalan guessed the same was happening now. They hadn't been particularly close to the Dwarf, but his death had told them that this was not going to be, as Lain put it 'An easier life than the Mountain.' They had to escape from this forsaken place soon, or they would soon befall the same fate. The Drow whore would try to make them fuck an Ogre or some nonsense. Ralph confirmed his suspicions:

"We have to leave," Said Ralph, breaking the silence. "If we don't leave from this place now, we're going to die." Finally, they saw the light.

"Agreed," said Cleitus. The opened with a click, and Jhannel, Nadia, Xavin, a female Elf, and the two Orcs Kalan had subdued walked into the torchlight. The Warmaidens seemed calm, almost relaxed even. They didn't take their eyes of him, which Kalan found unnerving. Jhannel was wearing her usual grey robes, free enough so that he thighs were bare, yet tight enough to accentuate her curves. Her jet-black hair reached down to the middle of the back. Kalan could describe her body in only way: tight. She had tight thighs and wide hips (strange for a Drow), which all curved across her waist in a perfect hourglass figure. He couldn't see her ass but noted that the string behind it jiggled as she walked. Her breasts were small yet firm; they could easily fit into the palm of his hand. Her facial structure was regal, with high cheekbones and a sharp chin. She carried herself like a sultry goddess as her hips rocked side to side as she walked. Her whole being was mesmerizing. He was ashamed to feel his cock rising at the sight of her.

Nadia shared much of her sister's facial structure, but little of her body. She wore a dark grey, almost black, skirt, which broke at her midriff, revealing her belly button and waist. She wore a blouse of the same color. He body was thicker above her thighs, only to grow thinner upwards.

"Oh!" Exclaimed Jhannel. "The monster is rising, I see." She placed a hand on his cock, giving it a little squeeze. He resisted a groan. Again, he felt some sort of... bond form, yet couldn't step back and break it. It grew stronger. She was doing something, yet he couldn't quite place a finger on it.

"Get your hands off me, woman." She moved her hand to his abdomen and kept it there. Xavin didn't say a word.

"You're always so intense, Kalanian, aren't you?" She gave him a sultry a smile. Tyr's Blessings this Drow was attractive - and she knew it as well. "You've surpassed my expectations, today, Kalan, and in doing so have made you master very excited. The Blood of The Ancestors runs in veins. You've earned the right to mate today, not only with the Warmaidens," She leaned in close, talking into his ear, "But with the Drow, as well."

"You bitch!" Screamed Cleitus. "You killed Lain! The best damn Dwarf to ever lead a Company, and he's dead." Drops of water began to spill from his eyelids. Cleitus had been closer to the Dwarf than he'd thought. Jhannel waved her hand in dismissal.

"He was weak. We've no use for weak slaves."

"Yes," interjected Nadia. "And as for you... Gagvola!" A Warmaiden walked into the room, her eyes still a red combination of lust and Berserker rage. This was the one that Cleitus and Ralph had almost killed. "This is Gavgola the Rockbeast. Apparently you've left her in a frustrated state. She has yet to be dominated or killed. You will do one of things now, or she will kill you." Gavgola let out a soft grunt. "You see, she likes you!" Cleitus' face turned pale, and his cock softened like a scared turtle. Nadia laughed.

"I think you've scared it!" Said Xavin with a laugh. "As for you, third Human," he gestured to Ralph. "This Elf will suffice." A small Elf female with brown hair walked forward. She wore only a few rags, and her hands were bound by shackles. Ralph let out a relieved sigh. "Don't be too happy, slave. We are out of Warmaidens but there are plenty of regular female Orcs in heat if you'd want that." Ralph wisely didn't let out so much as a sqeak.

"Very well..." said Jhannel. "Let's begin."

Once again Jhannel found herself eager with the desire to be filled. Her robes grew wet near her groin as she stared at Kalanian's large cock. Balthazar, what was it about this Human that filled her with the desire? She had always been attracted to dangerous men, yet this human seemed so intense. It was as if he was constantly alight with passion and fighting back to contain it. That, combined with his sheer dangerousness was enough to turn her ablaze.

Xavin was currently watching over Ralph as the Elf tried to mount him, and Nadia was observing Cleitus as Gavgola Rock-Beast did the same. A good breeding had to be supervised to keep everything going well.

She gripped Kalanian's thick cock and rubbed it by the head, pulling the skin back and forth with her thumb. Her eyes meet his. It was like staring into the Sky. Balthazar's Blessings he was handsome. They held eye contact, both unwilling to break apart from the other's gaze. She filled him with his mana, slowly forming her bond. His eyes widened, not with pleasure, but with realization that was doing something. She gave him a knowing smile.

Too bad, Kalanian. This magic will last forever - you will be mine forever.

This was an ancient magic from the gods themselves, unbreakable until of them died.

Something is wrong here, she thought. I'm getting too carried away in all this. This was a breeding session for the betterment of the Drow - not some sex party. Yet she couldn't help but await the feeling of Kalanian's large cock filling her.

She had told Xavin of her plans to mate with Kalanian in the Arena. There was no better female Drow to it, after all. She likely carried more of the Blood of the Ancients than any of the priestesses or their daughters. Surprisingly, he'd been eager at the idea. She almost thought he'd been excited to see it. That was surely wrong.

"Miza! Gami!" She called. The two Warmaidens stepped up to the table, each never breaking their gaze with Kalanian. They belonged to him now until someone stronger bested him and they were dominated again - this was the way of the Orcs. The plan had been to let the Warmaidens to have him first, but damnation, she wanted him now. She didn't deserve seconds. "They're eager to mount you Kalan. But not yet... first is my turn."

Kalan couldn't help but become completely erect as Jhannel rubbed him back and forth.

"They're eager to mount you Kalan," she said, gesturing to the Warmaidens. "But not yet... first is my turn." Tyr's Blessings she was sexy. His cock grew large, barely fitting in her hand. This was the hardest he'd ever been. He felt as if he was carrying hunk of diamond club in between his legs. Tyr's mercy, he was so hard it hurt; It was as if the skin on his cock was protesting his arousal. He felt her mana fill him, slowly establishing some sort of... bond between them. He desperately resisted, focusing his mana to make it as difficult as possible for her. The bond was good feeling - It was warmth, touch, knowing, intimacy. It just felt good. He felt connected to her on the most intimate of levels. He felt her emotions as she experienced them, and he was sure she felt he same from him. Right now, she was aroused and hot. She was ablaze, and that transferred to him. He resisted a groan. He would become putty in her hands if this lasted much longer.

Yet every technique had a weakness. This could be beaten. When mating, Elves would often use an ancient, powerful magic to bond each other for life. He assumed she was using a form of this now. Yet this magic required both to agree. With focus, he could pull through.

"You established the bond already!?" Asked Xavin, stupefied. Nadia gave them a curious glance.

"Such intimacy," said Nadia, "Is unbecoming of a Drow with a Human, Nimi." Jhannel threw them a sour look.

"Such intimacy," she replied, "Is common between Drow and their most loyal slaves."

"Yes, but that one is clearly dangerous. He will kill you if you let him, Nimi. Making a bond with it is... dangerous, foolish even." Jhannel turned her icy gaze to him. It was like staring at clear pieces of ice alight with mana.

"I'm aware," she replied. She fell to her knees swallowed him whole. His cock reached down into her warm, wet throat.

"Tyr's mercy," he said in a groan. She gave him a smile while his cock was lodged in her throat. She swirled a grey tongue around his shaft. He let out another groan. Damnation that felt good. He was about to bust. She immediately withdrew with an intake of air. Trails of precum and drool mixed to still connecting her mouth to his cock.

"Where did you learn that!?" Said Xavin, amazed.

"Balathazar''s Blessings, Nimi." Said Nadia.

Jhannel gave them a smile. She brought a sharp intake of air, taking the drool and precum with it, and swallowed. Her tongue swirled around her mouth to reach the spots she'd missed.

Kalan looked to his to his right. Gavgola had mounted Cleitus and was riding him into oblivion. She slammed into his pelvis with such force that he must have broken a few bones. The Elf was riding Ralph slowly, yet steadily. Xavin and Nadia seemed to be entranced watching Jhannel swallow him. She took his cock again, swallowing down to his base. Again, she swirled her tantalizing tongue around his shaft. She pulled back, only to swallow him again, and again, and again.

"Oh, gods..." he muttered. She pulled back, sensing he was about to erupt. His cock gave an empty lurch. She disrobed, revealing her perfect figure. She climbed onto the table and over him. Her face was a hair breath from his. He felt the warmth of the breath on his cheek. Her breasts pushed into his chest. Her lips rubbed against his cock. The pure anticipation of entering her was more pleasurable than anything he'd felt. The bond was strong. He yearned to feel her every nook and crevice, to take every bit of her smooth, grey skin. To know her. She placed her lips against his. He needed more.