Howdy folks. This one is more dark/graphic than my usual posts. If you’re sensitive about sexual violence at all, then it may not be for you. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it. Please remember that this is a work of fiction.
Osanna slowly opens the large double doors to Sarenrae’s temple just as Magnimar’s bell chimes for the second time that morning while half carrying, half cradling the very inebriated Glenn in her left arm so that she can quietly close the doors behind her. Glenn drunkenly smiles at her and plays with her long, fiery red hair.
“Hehe, you shee? You can be quiet when you want to.”
She smiles at him and sets him down on his feet while keeping an arm around his shoulders to steady him.
“Yes. And you can walk in a straight line when you’re not well in your cups. Easy. One foot in front of the other.”
“Thaz not fair at all. You have more practice walkin’ straight than me. Mmm…you schmell like flowers, ale, and…schword oil.”
“Warrior woman. Remember?”
“I neber forgot. Yooou had your blue dress tailored. It’s amazing.”
She smiles at him and her tail swishes back and forth happily.
“Thank you, sir. Genuine compliments are always well received. Speaking of things being well received, here is your room. Come on. Let’s get you into bed before you fall over.”
“Bed. Yes. Ids big enough for two, you know.”
She cocks an eyebrow at him as she helps him out of his boots, and then sets a large bowl, a pitcher of water, and an alchemist’s kindness on his end table.
“Big enough for two Glenn-sized people I’d imagine. But not, I’m sure, for Glenn and a woman as large as I am.”
Glenn turns as red as a poisoned apple, lies down, and huffs. She grins like a wolf at him.
“Samael wash lookin’ at you like you were a steak tonight. I almost punched him.”
“I imagine that he looks at quite a few people like they’re steaks these days. Pay it no mind. You won’t remember come morning, anyway. Good night, Mr. Midori. And…use the bowl if you need to. I’m not above making Rhett or Jasmeen clean up a mess, but I’d just as soon you didn’t make the mess in the first place.”
Glenn begins snoring loudly. Osanna shakes her head, snickers, turns Glenn’s head to the side and places the large, wooden bowl beside his bed. She kisses his forehead and takes her leave. Quietly as she can, she walks toe-to-heel to Sarenrae’s altar.
“Good night, Evenlight. Might I ask one thing of you before I sleep? Make my life less complicated?”
She walks slowly to her larger bed chamber toward the rear of the large church, opens and shuts the door, locks it, lights a few scented candles and sighs. She methodically takes the ribbons and flowers out of her hair and sets them aside, hangs Kindness in its scabbard off of her large mirror, hangs her halo beside it, takes her dress and undergarments off, then pauses to look at herself for a moment. She runs her hands along her well-muscled shoulders and arms, under her ample breasts, down her hourglass figure past her hips and she turns sideways to look from a different angle.
She then flexes her buttocks and legs to see the well-earned striated muscles moving beneath her violet skin.
“Hmm. Maybe you’re right, Glenn. Running about in all of that metal has paid off. Perhaps you weren’t being an ass. This time.”
She smiles and hums lowly to herself as she fills her large tub with water and places several large rocks from constantly burning fireplace into the bottom of the tub. She brushes the length of her hair while the water warms.
“Definitely not lavender this time. Hmm…this one. Essence of the Green Rose. That elf woman knows her smells for certain.”
Osanna sprinkes some of the salts into the now hot and steaming water, then slowly lowers her naked form into the water to her jaw line with her long hair draped behind her and out of the tub.
She thinks, “This is the closest thing that I’ll get to making love,” but doesn’t mouth the words. She simply soaks there in the hot water and shuts her eyes and at some point falls asleep completely relaxed.
The candles flicker.
The temperature rises slightly in the room.
As if sweating, black viscous liquid slowly begins to trickle out of her skin. First from her forehead, then from the rest of her body at an ever increasing speed until the tub is filled with it. Simultaneously, Osanna’s horns shrink to nothingness. Her hair turns from bright fiery red to the pitch black of midnight. Her skin from light violet to the beautiful olive-colored skin of her father’s people. Her yellow eyes, to a calming coffee-colored brown. She sighs a deep sigh and her breathing slows.
But she doesn’t rouse from her slumber. Not one bit.
The viscous liquid begins to slowly and silently pour itself out of the side of the tub onto the floor into an ever increasing pool on the floor. As the last drop slithers its way down the side of tub and into the pool, it begins to rise…straighten…coalesce…and at last takes shape.
Sarscha slowly pads over to the mirror to mockingly mimic Osanna’s previous assessment of herself and then smiles a grin from the stuff of nightmares. She glances over at the tub and sneers. She looks much like Osanna does typically, and yet is a horrid mockery of her beauty. Her horns are much longer. Her bright red hair is much shorter and her head is completely shaved on one side. Her violet skin is covered in a great many scars, some from enemies, some self-inflicted. Her finger and toe nails are quite long, claw-like, in order to rend skin or gouge eyes. She has small wings protruding from her back, the webbing a conglomeration of leathery violet/black skin and veins. Her teeth are filed down in order to tear chunks of flesh from her victim’s faces or perhaps their ears. Lastly, more worrisome, Rovagug’s beast-like spider is tattooed onto her chest, its legs running across her breasts, ribs, and neck.
“You’re nothing like me. Human. Weak. Soft. You venerate some weak, sniveling whore because you’re too much of a cow-hearted twat to embrace your birthright and tread the world beneath your booted feet, cleaving the weak and hearing their women’s lamentations. The gore from your hewn enemies sickens you, turns your stomach. It is their blood that you ought to bathe in, not this frilly elven shite. You have the body of a goddess and you fuck no one and nothing. Men and women ought to be play things for as long as you like them, then cleaved and left bloody on the ground….diversions.”
She has a wicked thought and grins.
“Perhaps, that’s your problem. You need a good fuck and from someone that knows how. What’s that? Please? Now? Why, I thought you’d never ask! I’m flattered.”
Sarscha removes Osanna’s bed sheets, slowly lifts Osanna’s arms out of the tub, and binds her hands with the sheets, the sheets being bound to her bed and armor cabinet.
“I should apologize for doing this when you’re half drunk and exhausted….but I won’t. You’ll thank me later. Trust me.”
Sarscha slowly lowers herself back into the steaming water, and places her knees between Osanna’s. She then “lovingly” places a blindfold over Osanna’s eyes and leans so very close so as to whisper into her left ear, their breasts rubbing together as she moves her torso back and forth. Osanna sighs in her sleep as Sarscha whispers to her.
“This is going to hurt you. Really, really bad. In so many ways.”
In one forceful thrust, Sarscha shoves her tail into Osanna as far as she can manage. Osanna simultaneously wakes and screams out as she had when she was slain by the Warren-turned-Dullahan’s ranseur. Sarscha quickly covers Osanna’s mouth with one hand, while holding her pelvis down with the other, grinning all the while.
“Shhh shh shhhhh. We don’t want to wake the others. Yet.” Thrust. “It was so very considerate to make the walls from stone and that you picked the room clear at the back of this shithole.” Thrust.
Osanna thrashes and screams, yanking with all of her might against her bonds and trying to gain some kind of leverage against her assailant, her rapist, herself. The water is getting bloody.
“It’s so much more fulfilling when they put up a fight isn’t it? Thrust. Yes…and your would be hero is passed out cold in his own vomit by now. Glorious. Thrust. Timing truly is everything. Ohhh there there, you’re crying. Thrust. It must be everything you’d ever hoped it would be. It’s true that no one knows you better than you.” Thrust.
Sarscha begins licking the tears flowing down Osanna’s face with a forked tongue.
“Mmmm your tears are so deliciously sweet. Such sorrow spliced with pleasure. Our coat of arms.” Thrust.
Osanna’s body is suddenly wracked with orgasmic spasms as all of her muscles tighten up simultaneously. The wooden furniture the sheets are bound to begin to creak and crack. She hears this as she comes to her senses.
“Mmm….yes. I can only imagine how many years that was in the making. Don’t worry. The hot water will mask the pain a bit and help your muscles loosen up again for when I come back. Which room was Glenn’s again? About 15 yards down on the left, isn’t it? Oh stop fretting. He won’t last long. He’s madly in love with us and hasn’t had the…pleasure…that we can offer him. I’ll be back soon. Don’t go anywhere. I know you need more.”
At the mention of Glenn’s name and the vision of his pending ravaging, Osanna gives a mighty heave with her right arm. The bed’s leg snaps as she connects with Sarscha’s left temple with the force of a giant. Sarscha’s eyes roll back in her head from the force of the blow and she slumps backwards in the tub. Osanna quickly removes the blindfold and unties the knots from around her wrists.
“I’ve had enough of your mouth.”
In a fit of rage, she spins Sarscha around. Then, grabbing her by the horns, she shoves her half open mouth downward with all of her might smashing teeth from their sockets and cracking facial bones in the process, blood beginning to spout forth. As she exits the tub, she lays on hands in order to stem the flow of blood from within her and heal her soft tissues. Then, she throws open her bedroom door and drags the mostly unconscious and bloody Sarscha from the tub, both of them naked as the gods made them, into the main temple area by her tail.
“You violated the sanctity of my body, my mind, and her temple. Then you threatened to do the same to my friend.”
Sarscha laughs, blood dripping from her shattered mouth on the floor.
“You wanted it. You needed it. And you took off the halo. You’re welcome! Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it!”
Osanna kicks Sarscha in the face hard enough to knock her onto her back some feet away at the base of Sarenrae’s altar.
“Any last words??”
“You can’t get rid of me altogether. No matter what you do. No matter how much you pray or how much gold you spend. I am you. You are me.”
Sarscha spits a large wad of blood and saliva onto Sarenrae’s statue.
“I am definitely not you. You penetrated me and set my insides on fire. Allow me to repay you in kind.”
Osanna reaches down and grabs Sarscha by her head and digs her thumbs entirely into her eyesockets. As Sarscha screams in agony, Osanna lifts her up off of the ground by her head and hurls her onto Sarenrae’s outreached scimitar, the blade running directly through her pelvis.
Osanna then grabs a flask of oil meant for one of the church’s many braziers and douses Sarscha’s blind, bloody, and writhing body. With a quick hand movement, she flicks a fiery coal onto Sarscha. The demon-turned-conflagration’s screams fill the halls of the church with agony and fury. The body slowly burns away from the sword, black viscous liquid pooling at the base of the statue. Before Osanna can react, the large pool lurches forward like a tendril and envelopes her. Like stabs from 1,000 needles, it burrows its way back into her skin. After she blacks out from the pain, she becomes whole again, the abyssal otherworldly beauty that her eyes have seen in the mirror for her entire life. Sometime later, Glenn stumbles from his room seeking the privy and slips in a puddle of water.
“Huh? There’s no way that we have a leak in a brand new church.”
Glenn follows the water trail to the main temple grounds to find Osanna in the fetal position, absolutely naked, and quite unconscious. The air is filled with the smell of burned flesh and sulfur.
“What? Osanna?? What in Sarenrae’s curvaceous ass happened to you?? What was in that scotch?! Osanna! You’re…oh. OH. Uhh..wow…uhh…”
Glenn quickly runs to Osanna’s room to retrieve a blanket large enough to cover her and sees the bloody carnage within.
“Oh no. Oh no what happened? I’m not drunk enough for this!”
Glenn promptly returns to cover Osanna lovingly in a blanket and begins to shake Osanna by the shoulders.
“Osanna!! Osanna wake up!!”
“Osanna! Wake up!”
“Hnng hmm? What Glenn? It’s too early for last watch.”
“There’s a RUNE GIANT outside! Get up!!”
Osanna swiftly sits up throws the blanket off of her fully sweaty, but fully armored form and stands to survey her surroundings to find Xander awake and Glenn looking at her frantically. The others continue to slumber within Naru’s circle of toadstools. She pats herself down and finds that she’s neither in pain nor without clothes. Quite the contrary.
“Osanna?? Are you alright?…”
“Hmm? Yes. Yes. Glenn wake the others. Start with Samael so that he can get his armor on. Get ready for bear.”