Pursued by the Lusty Ghoul Page 2

  Girki hesitated. His long ears wilted under the ghoul’s attention. The ghoul smiled again, and suddenly lashed out. The gertling took the blow full in the chest, flying away to land heavily on the cobbled street.

  “Well if you don’t want to watch, get out of here. I don’t have time to deal with you.” The ghoul threw up his clawed hands. “The Duke of Ashes declared humanity’s age is over! It’s our time now. Our era! Their women are ours! Their lands are ours! And I’ll show you what we mean!”

  Dana panted where she’d fallen, barely aware of the world. The ghoul stepped over to her and grabbed her. She moaned as he yanked her head towards his crotch, his cock narrow with a slight corkscrew shape. Dana whimpered weakly, the foul scent of his arousal sending jolts of hot need through her.

  “That’s right. You want it, don’t you, slut? Have a taste.”

  Dana was no blushing virgin. She had taken men before while working in the inn. Sometimes for money, sometimes not. But never had she felt this powerful need before. Something so primal and consuming she could barely think straight. It consumed her. Dominated her. She did need it. Oh gods she needed it so bad!

  But even in the throes of that potent lust, there was one thing she was sure of. She needed to escape. To flee. And to do that, she had to appease the monster before her. She didn’t know the mechanics of his venom, but some instinct told her that should he plow her fertile pussy, she would be his.

  She was a little ashamed at how easily her hands came up, stroking his thin shaft. How she breathed, inhaling his foul scent, her cunt tingling and heart racing with her carnal need. Her mouth opened, and she took the beginning of his cock between her lips.

  “Mmmnnn,” she moaned, her tongue dancing to the flavour of his cock. She began to bob, her soft lips forming a perfect seal around his strange shaft.

  “Yesss,” the ghoul moaned. “That’s it. Good slut! Keep sucking it just like that. Hmm. You’re going to have to do very well if you want me to keep you.”

  Dana felt a shudder course through her spine. This had to work. There wasn’t any other option. She refused to even contemplate her fate otherwise. With the smoke of her burning village clogging her nose, she hollowed her cheeks, moving faster and faster. The ghoul’s venom burned through her, enticing her to do more. More. More!

  The monster groaned above her. “That’s it. Close now. So… close… Swallow it all. Do it, whore. I… haaa!”

  His cock twitched, and her mouth was suddenly flooded with the monster’s foul cum. She swallowed it as best she could, tasting its bitter agony as he pumped into her. She pulled off, gasping, trembling with her still unsated need.

  “Look at that! You swallowed it all,” the ghoul laughed. “Well done, slut.”

  Dana raised her head, panting. “Th…thank you, m-master.”

  The ghoul grinned wider. “Mmm. That’s what I like to hear. Now, how should I take you next?”

  “P-please!” Dana gasped before the monster could consider further. She cupped her generous mounds, lifting her teats for the monster’s attentions. “Please, master. My breasts… Oh master, they ache so much. Let me fuck you with them.”

  The ghoul threw back his head and laughed, the sound joined by a chorus of the monsters surrounding the pair. “Hear that! She loves it. That’s the thing about humans, my friends,” the ghoul said to the others. “They’re only good to serve. We just have to show them that! Get to it, whore,” the ghoul said, leering down at her. “Let’s see what you can do with those.”

  “Yes master,” Dana moaned as she leaned up, engulfing his prick between her soft breasts. His cock slid seamlessly between her generous tits, hardening quickly once more, his pre and her saliva giving it ample lube to slip up and down.

  “Oh yesss,” the ghoul hissed. “That’s the spirit, whore. Do you like that?”

  “Y-yes,” Dana panted, trying for all she was worth to ignore the quickening of her blood as she took the creature’s cock. Her whole body rocked with the motions of it, her hips swinging, pushing forward her mound, back her ass. Her pussy burned with unnatural lust for the cruel monster. It took all she had not to pull back and offer up her pussy for his use.

  She panted. Her head spun. Her every sense was painfully aware of the creature above her. The eyes watching her submit to the monster. The places where he had scratched her tingled and she moaned whorishly as she rocked forward, her tongue snaking from between her lips and lapping at the head of his cock as it surfaced from between her heavy tits.

  The ghoul laughed again. He lounged atop the steps, shoulders thrown back, Dana kneeling between his long, bony legs as she tit-fucked him. “Look at it my friends!” the ghoul cackled. “This is where a human belongs. Never forget it!”

  Dana’s face burned with humiliation and unsated desire. She bounced her teats around his cock faster. “Oh yes master,” she gasped, leaning in, her tongue lapping at the head of his cock. “Human cocks are so pathetic compared to yours…”

  The ghoul cackled. “Of course they are!”

  “Let me worship your cock, master,” Dana panted as she masturbated him between her breasts. “Mmm! Yes! Master!”

  The ghoul grinned down at her, his glowing eyes cruel with mirth and pleasure. “Yessss,” he hissed. “Nearly there. Ah. Yesss! Fuck!”

  He exploded, his cum spurting from between her teats to splatter across her face. Dana gasped, quivering with delight at the oily sensation of his cum soaking her beautiful features. She lifted her tits from his cock, but before the ghoul could recover grabbed his shaft and began again slurping at his manhood with every hint of enjoyment.

  “Oh fuck,” the ghoul groaned, falling back against the steps, his glowing eyes dim with exhausted pleasure. “I… hah… knew I made the right decision with you, slut.”

  “Mmmm,” Dana moaned as she bobbed atop his cock.

  The ghoul sighed, easing back further. “That’s it. Keep it up, slut. I’ve had a long day… oh yes…”

  Dana nodded eagerly and kept bobbing, praying to every god she knew he spoke the truth. That he was tired.

  That maybe her plan might work.

  Escape

  It was quiet.

  The square lay still beneath the chill wind. The orgy of violence and lust had been sated, for the time. Women and monsters lay at ease. Someone had found the barrels of ale from the Dancing Hog and the monsters had drunk their fill with glee.

  Dana lay perfectly still. She listened to the slow, heavy breathing of the ghoul and scattered monsters. The venom had drained from her slowly, bleeding out as she milked the ghoul’s cum until the creature had at last collapsed in a sated doze. She lay near him for what felt an eternity, waiting for the rest of the horde to rest, shuddering at the sounds of pleasured submission from the women and eager howls of ecstasy from the beasts.

  At last, she dared make her move. Carefully, she climbed to her feet. Her heart thudded in her chest, her every sense straining to hear the slightest stirring from the sleeping monsters. She froze as she stepped past Matia, collapsed against a wall, the two gertlings who had fucked her resting on her chest, faces buried against her tits. One of the gertlings muttered in his sleep, licking his lips and nuzzling more securely against her teat. Matia merely moaned softly, drawing the creatures closer to her, but she didn’t wake.

  Dana felt a sharp pang of shame at fleeing while so many other villagers remained, trapped in the carnal embrace of the monsters. But what could she do? She had no chance of freeing them. She was just a barmaid, and she knew even this chance would be short lived.

  She crept past the monsters and towards the edge of the ruined village. The further she got from the village square, the faster she was moving. Soon enough she was pelting down a street, the soft slap of her shoes echoing weirdly among the ruined homes. She skidded to a halt near the edge of town. Some reason asserted itself and she ducked inside a house quick as she dared.

  The interior was destroyed. Every table and chair smashed. Pity
wrenched her heart at the sight, but the experience with the ghoul had taught her strength, and she swallowed back the tears and glanced about. She poked her head into the adjoining bedroom and saw a ruined bed. She snatched up the tattered blanket and tucked it under her arm before turning back around and freezing.

  The owner of the home lay dead in a corner, slumped over, his throat torn out. A dagger rested near his hand. She hesitated, then snatched up the weapon. The feel of cold steel in her hand was strange, but the presence of the weapon reassured her a little, and with barely a backwards glance, she pushed out the broken doorway and raced back out into the night.

  The grass grew tall beyond the village edge, and she slipped among it with a rustle. Like a startled deer, the moment she felt the soft brush of the tall grass she exploded into motion, racing through the heavy foliage and towards the tree line. She burst into the darkness beneath the boughs, ignoring the slap of tree limbs and the scratch of branches as she ran. Her breathing rasped, but she kept going. The only thing that mattered was to get away from the monsters. As far away from her burned home and the horrors it now held as she could. Tears stung her eyes, burned down her cheeks as she raced on, on.

  But she didn’t run blindly. She’d grown up in these woods, had ventured into them from an earliest age to pick mushrooms and play. She knew where she was going. She knew where she could be safe, at least until morning.

  Her mad dash took her deep into the woods and towards a cave she knew from when she was a child. It was where she remembered it, the cold stone mouth gaping and waiting. She ducked inside, the darkness a comfort after the madness of a few short hours ago. Her hands groped about until she found some scattered twigs and wood, remnants from the village children who occasionally used the spot still. With relief she gathered them together and found a flint and tinder, striking a spark that quickly caught.

  The fire grew, its warmth spreading across the cave in a slow heat. Dana hunched before it in her rags, arms wrapped tightly around herself, eyes watching the flames dance.

  Though the heat banished the cold, she could still feel the scratches. Still feel the faint tingle of the ghoul’s venom in those thin markings. Not enough to overwhelm her, but enough to remind her they were there. Of what she had done. She shuddered, jaw tightening, her hands shaking as she plucked at the torn top of her dress, pushing it against the broken strap awkwardly as if to repair the garment. She could still taste his cum. Still feel it on her body where he had defiled her.

  Monsters.

  She stared deeper into the flames, thinking now. The shaking had stopped. She sniffled again. The fear wasn’t gone, but it had abated. She was focused now. She was thinking of what to do. That she had escaped was a stroke of fortune greater than she could have hoped for. But for how long? So long as she was alone, it was inevitable she would be captured. Perhaps by something even worse than the swamp ghoul. So where did that leave her?

  She had to find help. Protection. She bit her lip as she tried to think. If the monsters had come out in such force and numbers so far from their usual haunts, then odds were good the west would do little good. She had heard the area had fallen. Even the great merchant cities, taken by the Duke of Ashes when the Red Mages had left. But there was some hope. During the summers she had gone to the lumber town of Alpinosk. The men of that community were hardy folk. They would brave the woods, infested with monsters even before the Duke of Ashes business. If anywhere other than Mertovsk was safe, it would be there.

  Dana nodded to herself slowly. “Alpinosk,” she murmured, clutching the dagger she had stolen. “Alpinosk, then.”

  Something rustled beyond the cave.

  In an instant Dana was on her feet. She held the dagger tight, straining her ears. Again the sound. So soft, had she not been so hyper--aware of danger she might never have heard it. Dana clutched her stolen dagger to her chest, crouching, tense as a jungle cat at the prospect of menace.

  A figure stepped into the light. Green skin mottled with bruises, the gertling stared at her, his eyes wary as hers. For a moment woman and monster stood, frozen in that strange tableau. The gertling slowly raised his hands.

  “Me not want fight,” the creature said. “Me not have weapon.”

  “Oh yeah?” Dana said, her hand shaking as she clutched the dagger in both her hands, pointing the blade at the stunted creature. “Then… then what do you want? To fuck me? To bring me back to the… the ghoul,” she gasped, her breath hitching.

  “No!” the gertling cried, his pointed ears flapping as he violently shook his head. “No. Me not with Slengk. Me leave him. Me run away too!”

  Dana lowered the knife an inch, staring at the stunted greenskin. “…I… I know you. You were that one he hit…”

  The gertling nodded soberly. “Me not want this. Me not want all this. It wrong. Me just… me just not want be hunted. But it go too far. Me scared,” the gertling said, shivering.

  Dana chewed her lower lip uncertainly. She couldn’t deny what she had seen at the ghoul’s feet. And likewise, she doubted that had been a performance for her benefit. The ghoul might have the sadism to have engineered such a situation, but likely not the intelligence. Which left her with two options. Killing the gertling, or letting him live.

  Her stomach roiled at the thought of murdering the little creature. Had he been armed she could have, but to kill the monster simply to make sure she was right… she wasn’t sure she could do that. Not that. Not after he tried to defend her, futile though the gesture had been. Which left keeping him alive, but with her. For she had no intention of simply letting the creature go to perhaps warn the rest of his kind of where she had gone.

  “Alright,” Dana said, lowering the dagger to her side. “Alright. Fine. You can stay here tonight. But you stay on the other side of that fire,” she added, pointing fiercely at the flames.

  The gertling sagged and nodded. “Me stay. Me not want hurt.” He shifted. “I bring food,” he said. “Me go get?”

  Dana opened her mouth, but her stomach answered with a rumbling growl. She clamped tight her lips, flushing brightly. The gertling gave a shy smile but her answer was a sour look that sent the stunted creature scampering back into the dark.

  Dana sighed, collapsing on her rump once more. She fingered the dagger in her lap thoughtfully, wondering if she could use it when the time came. That the time would she had no doubt. She’d heard tales of gertlings and their lusts for human women. How those who fell astray of the craven humanoids were mated with, broken, transformed into heavy broodmothers, their only thought that of appeasing their masters, suckling their broods at massive teats while an endless parade of mates filled their stretched cunts again and again with monstrous seed.

  Dana shivered and shifted where she sat. She again wished she’d had the chance to grab some clothing. Her rags were barely adequate against the chill, let alone modest.

  She heard the gertling return and lifted her head as he waddled into the light. He smiled nervously and lifted a pair of rabbits he’d snared. Dana pursed her lips, unwilling to speak again. She watched as the gertline skinned and gutted his catch with a crude stone knife (she’d have to remember he had that). Then he spitted the meat over the fire and began to roast it.

  Soon enough the rich scent of cooked meat filled the cave. Dana felt her mouth water, and when the gertling offered her one of the rabbits, she didn’t have the stomach to refuse.

  “Thanks,” she said uncertainly.

  The gertling smiled. “Me help,” he said.

  Dana stifled any other conversation by quickly digging in to her dinner. The meat was almost scalding hot but she barely noticed, her hunger driving her to nearly pick clean the bones, and doing something to mercifully cleanse her mouth of the taste of the ghoul’s seed. Dana sighed, setting aside the spit and tossing the last of the bones into the fire to blacken and char.

  “Alright,” she said at last. “I’m going to sleep. Remember. You stay over on the other side of the fire. And i
f you come over, I’ll cut your um. Your cock off!”

  She waved her dagger at the gertling menacingly. Girki blanched and nodded quickly. “Me stay, woman. Me stay over here.”

  “Good.” Letting out a sigh, Dana kicked some dirt over the fire, smothering it at once. Darkness fell thickly over the cave, and Dana grabbed her stolen blanket and tugged it over her, curling up in the warmth. She lay there, listening for a moment as the gertling settled in opposite. The chill was already seeping in once more. She heard the gertling shiver, and a pang of pity shot through her. She shook her head and resolved not to suffer the sensation. She thought the presence of the gertling and the experiences over the day would keep her awake, but no sooner had she found a comfortable position on the ground, she was fast asleep.

  The Storm

  The freezing air sliced into Dana. She cursed it, clutching her ragged blanket closer about herself like a cloak as she and the gertling pushed forward. She blinked against the freezing rain. The storm had risen out of nowhere on the second day out of the village. In the middle of traversing a trail, the sky had darkened and the next thing she knew rain was pouring down and thunder booming across the heavens. She squinted against the wind and storm desperately.

  There! She brightened in relief at the sight of a shape forming out of the darkness, revealed in the booming flash of lightning. The sloping shape of a hunter’s cabin resting against a hill. She pushed forward with renewed energy. She grabbed the crude handle of the door, throwing her weight against it until it gave with a heavy creak.

  She staggered into the room with a groan of relief. Moments later the gertling followed, collapsing against the wall with a shudder.

  With some effort Dana shut the door on the wind. “Of all the days to get a storm,” she moaned.

  “Be… be harder… follow… with storm,” the gertling gasped.

  Dana glanced back at the stunted creature and again felt that stab of pity. She sighed as she built a fire in the ashen hearth, pulling her stolen blanket about herself as she settled onto the floor. “Here,” she said reluctantly, opening up her blanket. “Come into my blanket. It’ll take the fire a little while to warm the room. You may as well warm up…”