[Continues] Morcrux Campaign: Tale of Two Scales

[Grimoire]

[Tar'lak]
Tar'lak takes his time with this snobbish tart. His pace continues, spurred on to work her over harder and harder as his balls start growing hotter and hotter with each intensity. The bulge in his lower groin grows firm, she senses his pre cumming out of his cockhead lathering her uterus with her own fem-cum.

The potion is stroking his member, gripping his mind with intense throbbing as it focused on his cockhead more so as he pressed her cervix to itch that sensitive scratch! He's feeling a bit lightheaded as the elf is screaming bloody murder as her clit is experiencing the same conflict with her clit growing and rubbing his hilt with fervent need.

Tar'lak's tail wangs to and fro as he chuckles at her mixed displays of need and resisting the urge to fuck. She gives off the air of a dominant woman who enjoys teasing her wounded clients. Perhaps she needed some extra encouragement to go a bit further. Something to which Tar'lak was eager to do to her.

Bucking his hips as the spell coax him to cum hard into the waiting womb of the cock hungry pussy sucking him off good and tight. She stutters her words but Tar'lak can only make out: "Please ... Don't ... Not ... Me"

 

[Khorne]

“Why should i grant you mercy. Your magic’s is what caused this. Now you cry for mercy when you should be ready to take responsibility.” Tar’Lak says as he pounds into her his need to breed her growing with every thrust. He leans over her face his mouth neck to her ear. “You will submit female.” He growls just as his thrust become harder and faster as if he was trying to pierce her cervix. After several seconds he slams his cock into her and with a loud grunt lets out his load deep within the females core.

 

[Grimoire]

[Tar'lak]
With a loud scream, the high elf shrieking as her belly swells up with every thrust. Tar'lak spraying her womb with the first nut emptying, she felt the tip of his heart shaped cockhead wedging itself into her cervix. Convulsing under him, she clenches her teeth with a fleet and legs parting far and wide. Tar'lak's throbbing cock at the hilt forces his thick sperm with his main vein pumping large globs of thickness into her lips with another throb forcing more seed after another wave of ecstacy. Second testicles deflates, a hardy burst of jizz folks her to the brim and leaks through her pussy and dribbling down her cutter betwix her legs and bum. Third wave of surges, Tar'lak groan happily as she takes his three hefty loads into her gripping cunny with anticipation.

He grabs her neck and licks the side of her face to taste the sweat then thumbs her bottom lip, her makeup is running all down her face as his hard fucking is awakening her throat for his cream covered cock thrusting into her hole making it very slippery as the magic stroking coax the Lizardman to climax even harder forcing him to use up his fourth and final quad.

With a heavy sigh, Tar'lak is spent. He's very lightheaded with all of his pent-up cum overflowing between their crotches and the positive heft to her large belly full of virile sperm. There is very little doubt she's going to be feeling that later as he slams his cock into for good measure and slowly pulls out his very sensitive member all sticky with four layers of his creampies coating his scales and red cock flesh. His cock head goes flaccid and slithers back into its sheath and recoils back through his vent with a sloppy popping sound with cum spilling out of his slit like a faux pussy wetting himself at the sight of her.

The high elf rubs her packed in pussy the spreads her fingers at the sight of Tar'lak's seed sticking like a thick webbing and she starts digging out his cum but hard to move with all that cum packed into her womb. She struggles as she fingers herself and pushes out his burning cum trying to get it out.

"You monster! How dare you force me to accept you virile seed! How dare you!!"

She shrieks as she moaned heavily and groans. "What if you impregnated with your child!?"

 

[Khorne]

"Then you will be cared for." Tar'Lak says as he grabs the hand she was using to dig out his cum holding it against the stone slab stopping her from further digging. "If you do carry my hatchling then I will care for you until its birth. You may say I am a monster but I will not abandon those who carry my seed." he says as he caresses her stomach before leaning down over her again his nose nuzziling her neck. "Plus as I said earlier. You. Are. Mine." he says possessively as he grinds his pelvis against her creamed pussy

 

[Grimoire]

[Tar'lak]
Just as he says that, a sword slides underneath his throat as a pair of breasts in medium type armor presses against him. Then there's a sharp cold steel pressing up against Tar'lak's side, small but if memory serves: sort of like the metal object the man he fought before had. Tar'lak hears a clicking sound coming from the spot on his side: yep! That's the one.

A tip of a pair of elven ears flicks and a pair of sultry lips moves towards Tar'lak's vestigial ear.

"Well well, what do we have here" the woman says behind him. Tar'lak makes a nudge, she tighens her blade craving a slit on his neck then presses the small arm into his side harder, "Ah-ah-ah! Don't you move or this thing will blow out your kidneys and empty your bowels! I'll watch your throat spill out on the ground if you so much a move! Are we clear?"

 

[Khorne]

With a sword to his throat and a object presses into his side his body stiffens as his eyes turn into slits and a low growl escapes his throat.

 

[Grimoire]

[Tar'lak]
The woman directs her attention to the high elf laying on the top with her makeup running down her face. Her belly swollen with the virile sperm of the Lizardman pressing his soaked, sticky hips and laying over her. The high elf is convulsing as the cum is forced heavily out of her like a tube of toothpaste under great force.

"You okay, Miss?" The woman says, "if you want, this thing can be dragged outside for a public execution. I'll do it, free of charge"

The high elf holds herself up and looks Tar'lak in the eyes: "It would be a waste if I do bear his young ... But ... I've yet hear of anyone getting pregnant with one of their spawn. Better to have him live until I know for sure. I'll pay you 5 Gold to beat him senseless, then I'll be satisfied"

With a satisfactory coo: "Oooo. I like the sound of that!" To Tar'lak: "Consider yourself lucky, lizard boy"

She swings Tar'lak around releasing her sword and small weapon to the side. When Tar'lak falls to the ground, no small feat to be sure, she keeps her weapon trained on him to keep him from fleeing. Tar'lak takes a good look at this woman:

5'7 feet tall, radiant purple hair, red plump lips, a very dark complexion, soft on the eyes, a pair of very long ears, a pair of D-cup breasts, toned abs and lithe legs and bipedal legs. She sports a uniform unlike anything Tar'lak has ever seen.

Modular body armor, SWAT style tactical vest in matte black paint, leather fingerless gloves, pair of cargo pants similar to the man Tar'lak fought, all too familiar with the combat boots with steel toe plates inside and out. She has pouches and sleeves packed with gadgets and a holster for her pistol and a sling for the large rifle on her back, her sheath at her back is meant for the short sword she carries, better for her than a combat knife. She also has a large emblem on the front of her uniform of a strange resemblance to the totem Tar'lak has in his belongings.

[Of course, the description of her uniform is unknown to the people of this world. This sort of thing is several centuries ahead of their time period. People who see this sort of look are more questionable as to what they even are and serve what purpose. Enigmatic and mysterious gear produced by the New Canaanites and the soldiers that wear them]

Tar'lak is staring at this Dark Elf woman who has a menacing grin on her face as the high elf rolls off the table and crawls to a lower cabinets to pull out a coin purse and covers her shame. She shuffles her feet towards the Dark Elf, gently with shaky hands gives her the purse with the mentioned coins.

The high elf walks towards the surrendering Tar'lak, spits in his face and yells: "Get OUT!!"

 

[Khorne]

Tar'Lak doesn't not flinch as the female yells at him as he stands and lets out a string of hisses and growls that neither of the females understand. Before moving around to grab his belongings not caring for either female as he grabs his pack and other equipment then moving toward the door, but not before chuckling. "At least you were a good fuck." he says before leaving.

 

[Grimoire]

[Tar'lak]
The woman who has him in her sights walks closely behind Tar'lak with her small weapon pointed to his back as they walk through the lobby of the botanical gardens. The old short elf is standing aside with a disapproval frown and starts walking with haste towards the stairs to check up on his business partner.

Dark Elf's boot clink-clank against the marble floors as she walks the Lizardman out the front door.

Once outside, Tar'lak is ordered to stop in the busy streets with crowds moving around them. "Stop. Turn around and face me with your hands where I can see them."

 

[Khorne]

Tar'Lak complies turning to look at the women with both his hand resting on his spear which was point down in the street.

 

[Grimoire]

[Tar'lak]
The dark elf puts her small weapon away and sheathes her short sword behind her and crosses her arms with her fingers near an armband on the bicep as she looks the Lizardman over to appraise him.

"Mind telling me what brought you here besides raping a defenseless woman?" She says with authority in her tone.

 

[Khorne]

When she finished talking Tar'Lak raised an eye ridge, before just shacking his head. "Wounded in street brawl was looking for a healer before finding that shop." he says pointing out his broken fang and the missing scales on his face.

 

[Grimoire]

[Tar'lak]
"Street Brawl, huh?" She tsks then shakes her own head, "Do you go looking for trouble does it find you? Heh, don't answer that. I got a little dilemma here."

She holds one hand out: "On one hand, I gotta beat the shit out of you for what you've done. Honoring a contract is a Canaanite Oath, our leader would have my head if he thinks I weasel out of one. It's gonna happen one way or another, got the gold right here. Not enough to kill you but it'll save you a trip to Shurifon's Royal Guard to serve a life sentence or maybe put to death."

She holds out the other hand with the gold coin purse jiggling in her clenched hand.

"On the other hand, she had it coming to her. Not our first encounter with her kind being so far up their own asses to smell the roses. Hehehe!

I see you can handle yourself against my underling earlier. Broke his leg and gave him a bit if a fright, that Redhead got what was coming to him from the way that thing went down. So that's got me thinking of this crazy idea I have."

 

[Khorne]

"And what crazy idea would that be follower of He-Who-Walks-In-The-Night." Tar'Lak says glaring at the women

 

[Grimoire]

[Tar'lak]
The dark elf's stare turns to a leer when he refers to that title: "What are you referring to?"

 

[Khorne]

"Your emblem, looks much like the totem that I received earlier today." he says pointing to the emblem on her uniform.

 

[Grimoire]

[Tar'lak]
The dark elf looks at Tar'lak with interest: "That's very interesting. What do you know about us? What about our leader?"

 

[Khorne]

Tar'Lak shrugs. "All I know is I am to show him the totem and I will find what I seek. or at least that's what that serpent said." he says scratching his chin in contemplation.

 

[Grimoire]

[Tar'lak]
The Dark Elf's eyes widen then she focuses on the word 'serpent':

"Then you and I have business. But not here, so about that idea, I was gonna offer you a chance to do me favor to save me the trouble of beating your ass with the butt of my gun. But if you met one of them then I have to report this to our boss. Unfortunately, this isn't negotiable, this is a bit unorthodox to say the least about it. I'm not under orders to say more until I take you to New Canaan but I need to you come with me.

You can always refuse, we part ways here and maybe you'll survive the night. If what you said is true, our boss has a reason for you to come. What you know isn't common knowledge. In fact, it's outright dangerous for you to know as much as you know. If I were you, you'd be wise to come with me without hassle. Play nice and keep your weapon pointed at our enemies, get back home, speak to our leader, and hopefully nothing else comes of it, you leave.

I can't guarantee your safety if you refuse."

 

[Khorne]

Tar'Lak pondered the elf's words, while he still had the orders from his father to carry out but those can wait until later for the tribes shaman always said that the gods come before all. "The serpent said I must find the men in black and white masks. Do you happen to know where I can find them?" he says cocking his head to the side.

 

[Grimoire]

[Tar'lak]
Tar'lak keeps digging his grave with each new thought that crosses his mind. The dark elf shhed him to shut up before pressing her fingers to her temple. She thinks for a moment to herself, obviously this is disconcerting news to her. She relents: "Look, we can talk this out back at the Last Breath. If we don't get out of here, well draw too much attention to ourselves."

The Dark Elf drops her arms then walks pass Tar'lak, she gestures to him to follow bher: "Come on, I know the way. And when we get there dont go waving that stick around. We're civilized people, not animals like your tribe."

 

[Khorne]

Tar'Lak growls as he follows the elf. "You may say you are civilized but all I see is a nest of soft-skins all to eager to stab each other in the back." he argues as he walks next to the elf.

 

[Grimoire]

[Tar'lak]
The dark elf laughs at his comment: "Yeah. They are a bunch of unruly bunch, aren't they? Shurifon was never really keen on keeping the peace. More like keep the piece in their coin purses, hate fucking nobles looking down on us."

She escorts Tar'lak through the crowd, shoving the nobles and higher classes out of her way.

"But New Canaan Republic is very different from the two empires fighting over a piece of meat. Maybe you should consider what we have to offer than here. It's definitely better smelling and cleaner than Heifong. Good food, better gear, better rules and safer than living out in the sticks with your kin. We use to live in caves before our leader uplifted us from a bunch of thieves and murderers. Made our unwanted little town and made it a envious crown jewel that everyone wants a piece of."

She chuckles at that last part: "I'm starting to get homesick. This place is very depressing to see, I hope one day we'll take over this side of the world. Make it a very respectable place to live, sure be nice to sleep soundly without the fucking gangs around here. We executed the ones in our country, certainly calmed everything down significantly since Kane took over Scarlet Rose."

She rubs her chest plate with a loving touch as if trying to rub her heart like a clit, she lets out a coo at the thought when she says: "Kane"

Tar'lak hears that last part but ignores mentioning it, probably for the best if he doesn't pry into that. Not unless he likes his teeth where they are and not take a slug to the brain.

 

[Khorne]

"I am not used to you soft-skin's nests they are nothing like the swamps." he says ignoring her Kane comments. "i can see that many of you soft-skins will never survive the swamps and the creature who call them home, or hunting grounds." he says shifting the hide strap that held the skull at adorned his shoulder.

 

[Grimoire]

[Tar'lak]
"No ... No, I suppose you don't" The dark elf saying under her breath.

They walk up the boulevard blending into the mixed classes into Dunbar Row, now leaving Hangshu District. Along the way, the two of them stopped when a large familiar figure walks towards them: the Dragonborn and his white masked associate. Tar'lak narrows his eyes when they stopped and the other two approached them.

Standing at the bridge, the Dragonborn's companion stands at their side while the Dragonborn himself leans on the railing as the dark elf and Tar'lak approach them. As the dark elf meet with the Dragonborn squares off before her and they greet each other like mutual friends in arms.

"Draco" The Dark Elf responds with a little warmth. The Dragonborn smiles with his mouth of fangs bigger than Tar'lak's (or any other parts for that matter, the guy is huge!)

"Commander Shimbala" Draco answers, "I see you've brought someone else with you"
"Yeah, had a problem regarding the herbs and our shipments of raw ore. This one decided to cut my business short, not that it was really going anywhere fast enough. Started having second thoughts about bludgeoning his brains out over ..."

Shimbala gestures her head towards the black cladded associate with the white porcelain mask. The masked man turns their head towards Tar'lak: the eyeholes glowed red with some intensity.

Draco looks to Tar'lak and nods to Shimbala. He strolls over to Tar'lak with his arms crossed, blocking Tar'lak's view of the masked man.

"What's your story, kinsman?" Draco asking with interest, "Names Draco Baelfire, former adventurer and a founding member of the Republic of New Canaan."

 

[Khorne]

"I am Tar'lak, son of chieftain Toruk of the Ashen of the hollows. I am here on my fathers orders to gather supplies but it seems that has changed due to a certain totem i have gained recently." Tar'Lak says as he eyes the dragonborn

 

[Grimoire]

[Tar'lak]
Draco raises a brow ridge to Tar'lak: "May I see this 'totem' you speak of?" Gesturing with an open hand to Tar'lak.

 

[Khorne]

Tar'Lak complies taking off his bag to open it and shift through the silver and coin to pull out the totem he got form the street vender earlier. before placing it in the dragonborn's hand.

 

[Grimoire]

[Tar'lak]
Draco sees the totem, it gives him the same glowing eyes but they soon fade as it doesn't affect him as it did for the street vendors. A curious thing to note. Draco palms the totem, holds it up in the air between his thumb and index finger. He examines it more closely, Shimbala leans into him with a whisper that Tar'lak overhears.

"So? Should we take him with us?" Shimbala says, "I mean if that's what we're supposed to do. But where did they get something like that all the way out here?"

Draco speaks up and makes his intentions clear: "Kane will want to see them. It is one something of value, to be sure. But the significance of bit and what it may imply, I do not know."

Draco turns to the masked man: "Mellow"

Masked man walks up to Draco and Shimbala with smooth and quick stride. Draco presents it to the masked man, they gently pull the totem away from his hands and examined it as well. They suddenly speak in a cheerful glee and a raspy androgynous tone.

"Oh yes! This is a Marker!" Mellow turns to Draco, "This one is someone of interest to Master Kane. We must take them with us."

Mellow crook his head towards Tar'lak with a serpent like stretch: "You have suffered a terrible fate, have you not? Tar'lak Ashen"

Mellow speaks with a soft laughter, unsettling. Draco wards Mellow away from Tar'lak with a strong arm.

"Don't mind him, he's a special breed of crazy" Draco assures Tar'lak, "This could all be mere coincidence"
"It's fate he should bear a Marker,
Praeceptorem! He must go to Kane" Mellow says with eagerness in his voice.
Draco sighs in impatience: "Can you go and see to our preparations? Let us handle our business in peace?"

Mellow bows to Draco and descent into the shadows behind him: vanish! Draco turns back to Tar'lak pinching his brows together.

"Sorry, this must seem very inconvenient for you." Draco says, "I know we're asking you to go out of your way on a strange request but if you don't mind coming with us to New Canaan, we can sort this out."

Draco hands the totem back to Tar'lak handling it with care. Shimbala placed a hand on Tar'lak's shoulder then bumps him on the chest with her fist.

"Road Trip!" She says.

 

[Khorne]

"When do we leave?" Tar'Lak says as he brushes the elf's hand off his shoulder.