User blog:Ore-samma/My Dark Elf (no lewd)

WARNING DEPICTION OF GRAPHIC VIOLENCE; NO DEATH; ALL CHARACTERS LIVE

Hello Fans, Ore-Samma here!

This was written for a fan, (Ser Human Guy) and is even more edgy than my entry "My Trumpart"

Please do not read if you might be offended by anything in the world, or were offended by anything in the world.

I have plenty of other stories.

To everyone else; hope you enjoy it.

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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“Do you feel anything, Carter?”

I looked at my bleeding hand. Nothing. Not even the flow of blood registered in my mind. I held my other hand below the crimson drops… nothing.

“I feel nothing.” I muttered. “Not the air as it passes through my throat, not the clothes on my skin, not the cut on my hand, not even the drops of blood as they fall.”

I sighed. “At the very least, I can feel the despair that comes with this…. curse.”

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Lady Yuna, the Unicorn healer of the town shook her head. “This is the most rare side effect of the procedure; it’s not everyday that one has all their skin burned away and magically regrown.”

“Yes, but-” I sighed again, “-one would think that I would be able to feel pressure, the ambient temperature, my throat, hell- I can’t even feel that I am breathing!” I finished in a near shout.

Lady Yuna also sighed and nodded. “It is a very rare side effect. So, there isn’t much study or experience about it… but-” She stopped all of a sudden, and my heart sank.

“But what?”

She looked to me and rubbed the spot near her horn. “There is a possibility that this side-effect will be permanent.” She finished in a whisper.

I sighed again and sank back into the hospital bed. “I suppose I should be grateful regardless. I suppose this nothingness would be preferable to the unbearable pain of burn wounds, or the horrible scarring.”

“Please, keep in touch, okay? I will want to keep notes on you. There may yet be a way to bring sensation back to your body.”

I nodded, “No promises. But I will try.”

“Good.” Lady Yuna said in a near-whisper. She looked through my chart, seeming to want to find a reason- any reason to keep me longer. She gave a slight shake to her head and looked to me. “Well, everything is in order. Your condition is well-stabilized. We can discharge you right away.”

I nodded, wondering what life would be like, unable to feel anything.

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(seven years later)

I stared at the sign. It was a cruel joke for me, but at the same time…. I just couldn't look away.

'' Experience the sensation of a lifetime! No dissatisfied customer! We won’t stop until you beg for it to end! ''

Typical Dark Elf schtick; believing that they alone had the pinnacle of pain and sensation endurance.

The last seven years was a certain kind of hell-on-earth. I couldn’t feel, couldn’t taste, and couldn’t even dream. I no longer could tell the difference between reality, and the imagery I had when I read books. The world was always right before me, and always beyond my reach. I even tried to commit suicide, but the years of medical experimentation the Unicorn did, healed me from what would have been fatal wounds. I was far beyond her abilities and the abilities of any healer I came across.

“What’s wrong? All lookie-loo and no do-e-do?” A dark elf laughed, stirring me from my thoughts.

I scoffed. “You amateurs couldn’t hurt me if you tried. You’re likely to get exhausted before you even made a dent in my resilience.” I shot back.

The gathered dark elves in front of the store broke out laughing; pointing and jeering. “You have got to be kidding!” She snorted. “We’ve had tough guys before, thinking we’d fall for the bait; offering them a freebie to prove our prowess. Ha! Not gonna work today, if you’re a wimp, just say so! In fact I’d say-”

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*thunk*

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They looked at the pouch of gold coins I threw at their feet.

“You talk big, and that’s all you are. Talk.” I scoffed.

One of them picked up the pouch, making sure she took her time, offering me a pleasant view of her cleavage.

I sighed, before; it would have been a pleasant sight, but now-

“Is that all?” I said, yawning, pointing at my pelvis. “Think a lil bit of cleavage is enough?”

The other dark elves broke into laughter and the one that bent over bit her lip and held out her hand.

“Oooh! Now it begins!” one of them cheered and handed her a clipboard.

“Sign here, you arrogant prick!” She growled, “And with this waiver, we let the games begin!”

“Before I do, I must admit; I have an advantage.”

“Oh? What would that be?”

“I feel nothing. I am a recovered burn victim, and that was the side effect.”

“Duly noted.” The elf sneered. “We have our ways.”

Not even looking at the waiver, I signed it, and was immediately set upon the entire group. They laughed, promising me pain and pleasure like none have ever experienced….

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(pov shift)

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I panted, nothing like this ever happened before. This was not possible.

Whips, chains, crops, burning coals, nails, rasps, choking, and contortion…. nothing was getting through to this guy!

He was tied in the most contorted position we ever used. His body flowed from dozens if not hundreds of whip cuts, and yet he never flinched, cried out, or even reacted.

“Is that all?” The human sneered, “Looks like you’re tired. Maybe you should take a break.”

“As if!” I shouted and swung the whip and decided I had enough. I brought it around, over my head- once… twice…. And

 *crack!* 

The human didn’t flinch, didn't move, didn't even blink. He kept his eyes open as the blood poured from the cut I made above his face with the whip, poured into his open eye and still kept it open as it filled, overflowed, and poured from his eye down his face like a fetish tear.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood trail as it neared the corner of his mouth.

“Nothing.” He said in a voice that almost sounded sad.

I panted… this guy…. this guy… was something else….

I threw the whip down and looked to my other sisters. “Sister’s I’m going to do the ritual.”

They gasped. “You can’t be serious!” One shouted.

I shook my head still keeping eye contact with the human. “It happened…. I don’t know how it happened…... but I’ve imprinted on him….”

They looked at each other and to the human male in a mixture of astonishment, horror, and jealousy.

“What ritual?” The human said, still not blinking, still not breaking eye contact.

With one  more deep sigh, I finally caught my breath after whipping the man for hours. I kept eye contact as my sisters sprayed him with healing potions that closed his wounds.

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“It’s simple, human…. will you join me?”

“Join you where?”

I stepped forward and undid his bindings. He stayed on his knees…. but I no longer felt he belonged there. I reached down and cupped his chin and brought him to stand…. so I could look him in the eyes, as an equal, a lover, a master of pain.

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“Would you die tonight, for love?” I said, almost unable to finish for the amount of breath it took it away from me.

He was silent, and I continued.

“Would you die for me, and with me?”

Still he was silent, and I said it one more time, almost feeling as if I would faint….almost hoping he would refuse.

''“Would you die tonight for love? Join me in death.”'' I finished, feeling the ultimate rush pour through my being.

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(pov shift)

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I blinked, and wiped away the bloody tears from my eyes, feeling a strange sorrow and acceptance.

“Without sensation, this life isn’t worth living anymore.” I whispered, almost panting for the amount of breath the words took to shape and form. "I will join you."

The beautiful dark elf nodded, and looked to her sister, at last breaking eye contact.

“Summon the Liches and the Mindflayer. Quick, before I lose my resolve.”

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In no time, I was lead to a dimly lit, and blank room. There was nothing except two swords, two Liches and a Mindflayer.

“You do realize that this is only an experience, right?” One of the liches said. “You won’t really die.”

I groaned in disappointment but stopped as the dark elf placed her hand to my mouth. “Trust me, you won't be disappointed.” She purred.

“Oh really? I thought….” I said wishing I could cry from the despair and frustration I felt. “I really thought I would be released from this torment, this agony!”

“I thought you said you couldn’t feel?” The elf said with a strange expression.

“I can’t… I can…. I can’t….” I cried out, vocalizing my frustration of the last seven years. “My soul is in agony! I just want this to end!”

Her face turned somber and she nodded. “What you feel on the outside.” She said in a sad voice. “Is what I feel on the inside… until today….let me give you what you gave me.” She said, placing her hand on my shoulder that I couldn’t  feel.

“Fine! What else do I have to lose?”

“Only your life.” The other Liche said with a soft smile. She turned to her counterpart and they both nodded. “First, we will magically prepare your bodies.”

Before my eyes, I saw the dark elf’s clothes shift and change into a startling white dress, complete with a bouquet of white and pink roses. I looked to myself and saw I was wearing a formal ensemble.

“Are we getting married?” I scoffed. “You do realize that I can’t-”

“More than married, my sweet human.” The dark elf cooed. “Marriage is till death do us part. We are going to go there, and back again.”

I refrained from rolling my eyes and noticed the Mindflayer motioning both of us to come forward.

''“Two minds, two bodies, two souls…. The passage of time and space has separated you, and now I shall return you to the ancient chaos of the time since before shape, form and order. Return to the primordial existence that lies within us all.”'' She placed a single hand against each of our ears.

“The magic which binds us is a chaos that existed since before thought and order." The liches said in unision "We fuel the chaos and ignite the desire of these two before us.”

And still, I felt nothing. Not even pressure, even though I could see the tentacle of the Mindflayer extend beyond my perihelial vision and must be deep into my ear.

Two other dark elves joined in and picked up the twin swords.

“Let these twin swords be the expression of your presence." One said, handing me the serpentine blade.

“Let the presence fulfill you in agony, and let you know each other’s pain… and be joined  in death” The other finished and handed the dark elf the other.

“Now- state your names, and be joined.” The Mindflayer said, her eyes  closed.

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“Carter.” I said, holding the sword above my head in a reverse grip, holding the tip towards the dark elf.

“Viconia” She said, mirroring my stance.

I don’t know who struck first, but suddenly…. I had my sword buried to the hilt in Viconia’s stomach, and hers was in mine.

Wait…. Something was wrong…. I….. I could see myself!

I coughed, and felt an immense pain rip through my body. I felt the blood surge up my throat and dribble down my chin and neck…. But I was watching my own body through Viconia’s eyes!

I watched my form pant and cough, falling to its knees. I felt an immense shock and pain starburst from my knees and felt my teeth click from the shockwave of falling so stiffly upon the ground.

I watched Viconia’s knees bend as she lowered herself willingly, not fighting the weakness that came with such an immense and fatal wound to her stomach.

My mind was dizzy, with the double perception of seeing myself, and seeing Viconia at the same time. Feeling her pain, and somehow feeling my own.

She reached towards me. I reached towards myself. We were linked, mind and body.

Husband! Her mind screamed. ''Hold on! I’m coming! Please Don’t leave me here alone!''

I didn’t know what she was wanting, I held onto consciousness. She leaned closer, her lips and mouth open.

Our lips met, I felt blood pour from both our lips and down both our chins and neck.

My mind slipped into darkness, and…. I could feel…. for the first time….

And I felt her death come, and joined her.

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“Carter.”

There was something pulling me from the darkness….something that was reminding me of something I wanted to forget. I struggled to hold onto the comforting darkness, but before I could claim it in its entirety….. I saw Viconia looking at me.

She smiled. “How was that?” She purred. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

I gasped and sat up. I looked at my stomach; no wound. I looked at the swords… no blood.

“It really wasn’t….real?” I almost whimpered.

I sighed, but… wait….

“I can feel!” I said in astonishment, suddenly realizing that I could feel myself sitting down…. The  ambient air temperature, the breath in my lungs-

“Hmmmm, yes you can…”

And Viconia’s deep kiss.

“It wasn’t real?” I said again in astonishment.

“What was real, depends on you.” She whispered, her lips brushing mine as she spoke. “I want you Carter. I am imprinted upon you. We just went to the valley of death and beyond…. marry me….join me in life….” she cooed.

I answered her with a kiss…. The first kiss I gave since my house burned down…. Since my fiancé’ left me due to my burned visage even though I saved her…. And the first kiss since I’ve been brought back to life.