Summoned by Dracon (MF snuff gore)

Just a violent little story about world traveling and violence. I liked it.

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It happened in the time it took to blink. One instant I was at home, futzing around on the computer, the next I was standing, nude, in front of a beautiful yet fearsome looking brunette woman, wearing what can only be described as a cross between lingerie and plate mail. She was covered from the neck down in heavy steel armor, richly embossed in gold, yet strategic gaps exposed and highlighted her large breasts and glistening pussy.

“What?” I half gasped, glancing around in shock. I was in a small room, filled with silk pillows and drapes. The smell of incense was thick, and the only illumination I could see was the myriad small candles. The wall was decorated with sheathed swords and knives of many types, as well as other weapons I couldn’t readily identify. I was standing in the center of the room, the only part that was bare down to the hardwood floor. Three other women sat cross legged in a triangle around me, all naked as the day they were born. All three were panting as if from heavy exertion, and I noticed that all three sets of nipples were throbbing erect and there appeared to be a great deal of liquid in each of their laps.

“Greetings, male” the brunette in front of me said, drawing my attention back to her. “You have been summoned from your world at great effort, to fight and live with our tribe. Know that in this world you are immortal, incapable of injury or harm. And in this world you will remain as long as there are women friendly to you nearby.”

As she spoke I fought a losing battle to remain focused on her blue eyes, but my gaze constantly drifted downward to her exposed D-cup breasts. She smiled, noticing my difficulty, continuing on as her small brown nipples hardened before my eyes.

“We have spent a great deal of time seeking a man who had the desires we required. I am pleased to see you have the first of those we seek. Now we must test if you have the second.”

Quickly she left the room, leaving me too stunned to react much at all. Reaching the door, she suddenly drew her sword and turned.

“You’ll need this,” she said tossing it to be before quickly leaving and closing the door behind her. A heavy THUNK followed, indicating the door had been sealed and would be remaining that way until further notice. On shock I barely managed to catch the sword, rather surprised that I didn’t cut myself in the process.

The simultaneous sound of more blades being drawn took me out of my stupor, as I abruptly remembered I was not alone in the room. Looking around in concern, I found all three of the other women had retreated to the far end of the room, where they were arming themselves from the hanging weapons.

All three women were gorgeous, and the sudden danger they had acquired only added to their mystique. The woman on the left had drawn a pair of short daggers, and was holding them as if she knew how to use them quite well. When combined with her small, B-cup breasts and short cropped red hair they gave her the appearance of a tomboy rogue. Her slight smirk said she knew exactly what I was thinking.

The women next to her was tall, nearly my height of 6 feet. She had long black hair down to the small of her back, and skin by far the palest of the three, giving her a rather gothic look. Each of her C-cup breasts was topped by a small pink nipple, now softening from the bullets they had been when I first appeared. She had chosen a Japanese style sword, but her stance and rather worried expression on her face showed that she was somewhat unfamiliar with the weapon.

The last woman in the room was a curly haired blond, and while she shared the goth’s worried look, she had seemed extremely familiar with her weapon. I, however, had never seen one like it. It had most of the same parts of a sword, but instead of a hand guard the blade was connected to the handle by about a foot and a half of thick metal chain. Almost a cross between a sword and nun chucks. Any doubts as to its lethality were put to rest as she rapidly swirled the business end of it in front of her endowed chest.

“Now hold on a moment ladies,” I said, clumsily holding the sword in front of me to show I wasn’t going to be a push over and completely failing to imply that in any way. “I don’t know what’s going on here, and I’m no threat to you or anyone else here. But I’m not going to let you carve me up like a turkey either.”

“Ah, but we mean to harm you,” the redhead said as she and the blonde started to fan out on either side of me.

“We’re the, uh, demonstration, both to you and to us,” the gothic girl stammered, eying my weapon and staying carefully out of reach. The blonde to my right said nothing, choosing to lash out with her weapon instead showing a range to her sword-chucks that I would have not thought possible. I moved quickly away from her towards the raven haired girl, and must have got lucky, because it felt like it hit me in the back, barely, with the flat of the blade rather than the edge. Parrying the quick attack of opportunity from the sword wielding goth and spinning, I found myself with my back to the wall with all three beautiful women arrayed in front of me.

“Now look, I will defend myself if,” was all I managed to say before the redhead lunged in, attacking with her right hand dagger while preparing to counter attack with the left. Time seemed to slow as I somehow managed to push her initial attack aside with my left hand and brought the sword up parallel to her lithe body on the right, effortlessly slicing through her arm at the shoulder and sending her entire left limb twitching to the floor. She stumbled backwards in shock, right hand clutching at the bleeding stump that remained of her other slender arm.

Her friends wasted no time using the opening she created. Somehow, time slowing once again, I managed to parry two swings from the goth then, sidestepping the third, I brought my weapon up between her legs, drawing back as I did. Bracing for a hard impact, the weapon once again surprised me as it easily split her glistening cunt in half before continuing up her body, opening her stomach vertically right up to the valley between her twin pale mounds. Her look of worry turned to one of horror as she dropped her sword, reaching to the ruins of her lovely body. Both blondie and red, herself still clutching the bleeding stump her attack had earned, stared in shock as all of the goth’s vital organs spilled through her clutching hands and out onto the floor.

Fighting stopped for the moment, as all of us watched the drying woman come to grips with her incipient mortality. Obviously immune to the pain of her mortal wound due to shock, she was busy with the twin tasks of shoving her entrails back in the gaping cavern that remained of her once taut belly and the suddenly challenging chore of staying on her feet. Neither job was being performed very successfully; her slippery intestines and sexual plumbing were falling out faster than she could put them in, and her swaying eventually turned to falling. Laying flat on her back now her efforts at viscera replacement proved more successful. In the process of reinserting her womb, however, her look of horror was replaced by that of sudden amazed pleasure. Halting her attempts at self-repair, she instead took firm grip of her womb by the twin ovaries with her left hand, stretching the tough connecting tube of her vagina tight between her womb and the messy remains of her cunt. With her right she gripped that same flesh tunnel and began to give herself a hand job like no other. The sensations combined in her fevered mind to an orgasm within seconds, even as she began to give up what life she had left. By the time the shattered remains of the once lovely gothic beauty had stopped its orgasmic squirting and convulsions, she was a corpse.

Drawing my focus back from the ruined flesh in front of me to the two still armed girls, I realized that I was not alone in my sudden sexual excitement. Even as my thick shaft had grown to its full glory, both surviving pairs of nipples had once again hardened to tight nubs and I even spotted a steady glistening stream of cunt juice sliding down the inside of reds thighs, despite her obvious pain of the missing arm. Surprisingly the bleeding had mostly stopped already, and her expression had switched to favoring excitement over agony. It was clear that her injury would not be holding her back much longer.

Before she could make her move, however, the buxom blonde started to press her attack. The blade blurred as she swung it in front of her, erratic motions making it all but impossible to parry. I tried to give ground, attempting to stay out of her long reach, but was quickly halted by the wall directly behind me. Desperate, I put my strength into one last wild swing, hoping to at least get the chain of her weapon tangled in mine, leaving us both disarmed. Astonishingly my weapon cut straight through the half in thick iron chain with barely a jerk, continuing through to the delicate white flesh of her neck. Her spine gave no more impediment than the chain did, leaving me watching in amazement as her cute curly haired head flew off to my left as the freed blade of her weapon bounced off my leg. Once again the fighting stopped to appreciate the death throes of a beautiful body.

Much to my surprise the curvy corpse remained standing frozen even at blood geysered from the stump of its neck. The thick red fluid coated everything, flowing down its soft breasts and dripping off each of the still hard nipples. Abruptly motion resumed. Not the uncoordinated jerking one would expect of a recently made corpse, but rather a sexual thrusting of the hips as if in the throes of a monstrous orgasm. I shared an amazed look with the wounded redhead, suddenly partners in appreciating the bizarre dance before us.

As its frantic motions peaked, the blonde’s ex-body finally lost its balance and toppled forward, squirting girl cum as it fell. It landed hard on its dying breasts, crushing them into the hard, unforgiving floor. I watched as her upraised hips slowly halted its lust fueled contractions and, all immediate business completed, finally decided that death was acceptable. Curious, I looked around, finally spotting a small pile of golden hair in a corner of the room. Blondie’s severed head had fallen on its side, facing the convulsing remains of her body. Despite what had happened her expression had ended in one of lust and envy, clearly wanting to experience the earth shattering orgasm her body had gone through without her.

Coming out of my appreciative reverie, I looked over at the sole survivor just as she was doing the same. She was literally panting with lust, all pain from her severed limb forgotten. I smiled, expecting to have even more fun with her.

Lazily she thrust with her remaining weapon, her hopeful expression clearly making it more of a hint than an actual attack. Quickly I grabbed her wrist, locking the weapon in her hand in a safe direction and pulled her towards me. My other hand flashed, and suddenly my beautiful redheaded tomboy was completely unarmed. Dropping my sword I enfolded her blood drenched torso in my arms. We stared at each other a moment, her gasping and blue eyes as wide as they could go, before she abruptly pressed in tight, pert breasts squashed against my chest, mouth hungrily seeking out mine. Her hips jerked spastically at me, covering me in juice, and I felt her shoulders move as she attempted to use her lost limbs to insert me into her. Taking pity, I reached down and, with a quick jerk, was enveloped in her wet, spasming pussy.

She all but threw herself at me. Her hips grinding her pubis hard against the base of my shaft with my shaft nestled protectively inside her tight cunt. Her lithe belly warm against mine. Rock hard nipples highly apparent as her cute tits were crushed into me. Our mouths joined, her tongue like a wild thing inside my mouth. If she were still capable I’m sure I would be having difficulty breathing as she squeezed me against her. As it was, she moaned her helplessness and lust into me, her tunnel squeezing my shaft till I thought it would burst.

Cautiously, trying not to give anything away to the suddenly crazed set toy I was involved with, I teased her weapon from the slender fingers of the recently separated arm I had been holding behind her back. Slowly I brought the blade up and, with a quick subtle movement, slit her throat wide open. As far gone as she was, I don’t know if she even realized she had been killed. Certainly her moans were cut off mid breath, and there was a sudden taste of blood in our combined mouths, nothing else was changed. Dropping the knife I held her tight against me, filling her womb with my seed, feeling both her internal and external spasms as she came with me. She ripped her bloody mouth away from me, throwing her head back to scream her orgasm to the world, though not a sound came out. She never lifted it back up.

Satisfied in a way I had never been before I let my redheaded lovers’ still body fall away from me, slipping out of her still warm cunt as she did so. The sudden stillness was shocking, as was the amount of gore and blood spread out around the room. I sat down heavily on one of the pillows against the wall, dick still hard and sword reclaimed, and wondered with the armored woman I had first seen would be back.

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Not my writing, just stuff I found. I haven’t done much writing besides Fallbeil and Licensed but I haven’t posted those up on the site yet. I’m planning on doing that, I just got distracted trying to write a program to make it easier. Which naturally doesn’t really make it that much easier.

Though, there is a sequel to this on gurochan and I’ll crosspost it here.