Blackstone - Ride the Storm
The skies parted, angels descended and demons rose, whole cities turned to sand while other metropolises swelled to greatness. In these times of sorcery and mad science, one fierce and mysterious wanderer's tales are legendary.
They call him Blackstone.
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The cold of the mist-filled place bit at the man's naked back. But he did not focus on the chill but on the warm wetness of the ethereal female he attempted to please. He nearly lost himself in the rhythm of pumping his fullness inside of her. She moaned, he enjoyed it, nearly smiling as he slid her large, plump nipples into his mouth. They tasted like the charge in the air.
He relished the warmth of her large round bosoms. He clutched her hips, sliding and feeling the thickness of her ample backside - using it to grip and give him more force with each pump. He could feel the heaviness growing in his sack, any moment he would empty himself into her.
Just then, there was a blinding flash, a burning freeze. The woman roared and the air froze. The sky cracked. The man screamed in agony as he felt his body torn apart by primordial forces.
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Feet pounded the grassy flooring of the forest.
The boy tripped. He slid on the wet grass which burned his skin from friction.
He rose up, wiping a trail of blood from his brow.
As he turned over, he saw that which had driven him hard and fast these last few hours.
But not that which had driven him away to begin with.
The ground rumbled and dust spat up into the air.
He stared at a half a dozen gnolls with a large jeep facing him. Gnolls were a fierce species that were somewhere between men and hyenas.
Often associating too much with goblins had led gnolls to adopt to re-purposing technology from the Lost Ages. This ancient vehicle had missing plates and obvious signs of battle. Yet the .50 caliber machine gun was still mounted and still working.
A head gnoll barked and drooled while licking his lips at the succulent human.
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Before the pack of hyena-men could pounce, there was a noise like metal sliding against metal, a high-pitched shriek.
The gnolls turned to see one of their group, still.
Until his torso slid apart from his legs.
Behind the grouping of furred man-creatures stood a large, dark armored man holding a large sword.
It dripped with gnoll blood.
The man had a dead deer slung around his shoulders. It was impossibly large and obviously felled by the single wound showing on its torso.
"You," he began, his voice deep and gravely, "Have interrupted my hunting."
Collectively, the gnolls howled in battle cry. The dog-like creatures manning the jeep revved the ancient engine and spun the machine gun around towards Blackstone. The gnoll pulled back on the level and squeezed the trigger; the canine man howled as the gun pounded the area with bullets. This was exemplary work, clearly goblin work, to keep a human device working this long.
Whatever flag or country the jeep belonged to had long fallen, risen and fallen again. Decals were long ago lost on the vehicle.
Blackstone moved with speed impossible for any human being, much less one his size.
He deflected several bullets and leapt up into the air, coming down with a single slice of his sword "Retribution." The jeep's gun as well as most of the vehicle's back came apart in sparks and an explosion. The driver and the creatures within it, screamed in agony.
Three of the remaining gnolls leapt onto the warrior in pack attack. One bit down into his shoulder but its teeth did not puncture the armor. While it continued to snap its jaws, Blackstone grabbed one gnoll and drove his hand into the creature's chest - he pulled his fist back along with a handful of the beast's intestines.
With a whip, the man slung the guts into the face of the other beast-man, blinding it long enough that a swift kick sent the gnoll soaring with a snapped neck.
Finally, the biting attacker was dealt with as Blackstone slammed his back into a tree- smearing the hyena-man into a smudge.
After the smell of blood and death lessened and the dying whimpering and howls of the gnolls had fade, he boy looked up to see the shadowy armored man standing over him.
The wind blew, it danced with Blackstone's cloak.
The town's true name was lost ages ago. All that had remained was left on a sign above the massive gates that obviously protected the settlement. It was known only as "Fort."
Fort had a population of some few thousand and given the small homes and amount of farming vehicles, it was clearly not a place of warriors but of farmers.
There was a series of booming blows, knockings on the gates as if something giant and gargantuan sought refuge. As the pounding continued, two men moved towards the protected opening.
"What beast is beating on the doors?" shouted one of the men.
"It is not an army, leader!" called out a sentry watching from the top of the gates. "It is Sabuk! And a man in dark armor!"
Permission was given. The doors were pulled open, creaking and whining as a collection of makeshift warriors stood with pitchforks and blades.
Some expected the sentry to be wrong - they expected an army or a giant.
They found only the boy and the armored Blackstone standing alone.
"Greetings, sir," said the leader, "I am Manning!" The leader had long blonde hair, was of good build but used a crutch and had a wounded leg. It appeared to pain him.
"You have found our Sabuk!"
"I have," Blackstone replied, "I found this child on the edge of the forest. At first, he did not want to return. He said he was escaping this place. Then suddenly, he lowered his head and asked to return."
"He will save our people!" The exclamation belonged to a man who wore a unique robe covered with phylacteries and decoration. He was clearly of some importance.
"I am town speaker Devant and the boy, he will save our people!"
Blackstone inhaled and rumbled slightly. "He is but a child."
Manning stepped forward just as several men and women took Sabuk away. There was a momentary flash of pleading in the boy's eyes that was quickly replaced by surrender. Manning's eyes had a look of sorrow and a dash of explanation.
"Blackstone," the leader began, "We are beset by a terrible force - a woman of pure power, of lightning and frost, we call her the Storm. She has shown us a handful of compatible males in our town and made it clear that we are to offer up each one to pleasure her or face her wrath. Unfortunately, any male we have sent has...failed...and died."
Manning pointed to his wounded leg. "I am in no condition to attempt to lay with her. And Sabuk is our next eligible male."
"A sacrifice..." Blackstone rumbled.
Manning now had a look of shame. "Only if...if he fails..."
Devant interjected "It is the boy's life or all of ours!"
The armored man found his hand sliding to the hilt of his sword.
"She comes!!!"
Just as the men who patrolled the massive gates to the town shouted out a warning did the doors tremble from a great force before blowing off the humongous hinges that held them.
A glowing figure levitated into the town's boundaries. It appeared to be a woman but a woman of near giant stature. Blackstone himself was nearly seven feet tall, despite her levitating off the ground, it was clear she was as tall if not slightly taller than the armored wanderer.
She was nude in form, consisting of some type of energy that was physical and ethereal at the same time. Her body was long legged yet curved. Her breasts swayed with arousing heaviness; arcing light outlined her projected nipples. Her face had a glow about it and full lips glistened with semi-cosmic moisture. She grinned wickedly.
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Blackstone stood his ground, showing no emotion beyond his shadowed face, burning eyes and battle stance.
"RELEASE, MORTALS! RELEASE!" the Storm's voice echoed and was hollow as if she spoke with the rage of a dozen. She was lightning, she was thunder. Ice and chill were subjects to her command.
Speaker Devant fell to his knees before the entity.
"Please O' great Storm! Our sacrifice will be at the giving place!"
"RELEASE SOON OR MORE OF THIS IS TO COME!"
The woman thing screamed out and bolts of lightning danced inside Fort, tearing up the ground and shattering many an abode. The air chilled with tremendous speed sending many into huddles for heat lest a cold death await them. Winds howled and sheared, lifted and hurled parts of the town with ease.
As quickly as the storm had come, it had passed. The ethereal being was gone along with it.
Fort was rebuilding from the attack. New roofs were being installed. The gargantuan gates were being
Inside the barely standing town hall, the locals were meeting. Sabuk was seated before the entire room.
Blackstone stood in the room. He listened to seemingly endless debate and incessant arguing. The armored wandered turned and shifted in his stance as if he could find no comfort.
Sabuk smiled at the giant man's growing impatience.
Finally, Blackstone had had enough.
"Your problem is an elemental."
"A what?"
"An elemental, a type of entity which appeared during the Third Age, the Manifestation. Normally they appear for a short period of time and return to the ethereal world from whence they came. But this one...I believe she is trapped."
Manning's brow furrowed.
"Trapped?"
Blackstone's horn-helmeted head nodded. His eyes simmered.
"Yes, and I believe it is through massive energy generated by a human being that this 'Storm' can free herself of this realm and return home."
Manning frowned up even more.
"Massive energy?"
"Sexually. She is claiming your males not out of tribute but, through her madness, she is trying to go home."
The speaker snarled at Blackstone and then at the boy. "The rest of the males in town are either too young, too old or too important to face the Storm!"
The armored man looked Devan over. "And what of you, Speaker?"
The man swallowed hard as Blackstone stared down at him. "I--I--some of us are too important...!"
Blackstone stared at the much smaller man. "Of course,"
The town leader limped up to the armored wanderer. There was genuine sincerity in his eyes. There was also fatigue and regret.
"Please, stranger, stay the night in our village. It is the least we can offer you for saving Sabuk."
The wanderer looked at the boy who was now pulling on his glove. "Please, Sir Blackstone?"
Blackstone exhaled and the room trembled.
Dreams of the Storm's sensual body embracing him filled Sabuk's sleep. He imagined the warmth of her large round bosoms - the female entity's large swollen nipples in his mouth. He felt the thickness of her ample backside - its roundness receiving his engorged manhood.
Then the dreams became nightmares as she roared out in supernatural defiance. The air froze. The sky cracked. Sabuk screamed in agony as he felt his body torn apart by primordial forces.
Sabuk woke from his slumber.
He gasped as his nightmare faded and his vision quickly adjusted enough to see Blackstone towering over him in his room.
"S-sir Blackstone?"
The moonlight glinted and danced down the armored man's presence. His eyes simmered in the darkness.
"Come, boy," he answered, "I will take you away from this place. I have encountered places where you may live in peace. Away from here."
"Why?"
Blackstone turned and stopped in his exit. He looked back over his shoulder slightly.
"No town is worth saving if it will sacrifice its innocents to survive."
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The door to Sabuk's family home opened and it was not a moment later that Blackstone and he looked upon their blocked exit.
Surrounding the small abode was a collection of the town's fighting males.
At the front of the armed presence was town leader Manning. Safely behind the makeshift army stood Devant.
Blackstone narrowed his gaze at the robed man.
Devant felt the threatening stare.
Blackstone turned his attention to the townspeople surrounding him.
"Some of you know who I am," the wanderer began, "None of you want what I can do..."
The armored man's hands slid to his sides.
"Please, sir Blackstone," Sabuk said with pleading in his eyes, "Show them mercy...!"
As Blackstone debated the level of dispensing his ire, the air froze and all those gathered could see their terrified breaths misting in the air. Skin shivered. But only partially from the cold, mostly from fear.
The Storm manifested again.
This time, the creature flash froze a gate wall and shattered it with ease.
She levitated inside the town, her voice echoing over all.
Lightning danced in the clouds directly overhead. Thunder rolled in and shook the town of Fort.
The Storm hovered there in her majestic and terrifying nubile form. Power crept in arcs off of her sexual body. Her eyes glowed bright white, her nipples shined with reflective brilliance and every curve of her tall, magnificent body was threatening to anything mortal.
"IT IS TOO LATE!" she decreed, her voice echoed and trembled all below her. "RELEASE ME BEFORE SUNRISE OR I DESTROY THIS TOWN! I WILL WAIT FOR MY TRIBUTE IN THE CLEARING OUTSIDE OF TOWN!"
The creature was gone.
Her threat remained.
Sabuk looked up at the armored man who inhaled deeply.
Time had passed. The Storm's ultimatum was heavy over the entire town.
Blackstone stood once again with the council. Sabuk was under protection by the makeshift guard of town.
The warrior spoke to the town, to Manning its leader and to the cowardly speaker Devant. "I have seen enough to know what you face. This being is an elemental, their kind is rare, often keeps to themselves and powerful beyond measure. She is trapped here, driven mad and, fortunately for you, at a fraction of her power. Sabuk is a boy. Send him to it and he will die. Painfully."
There was much discussion amongst the town. Normal people who were typically good and kind now, when faced with immediate extinction, ran on fear and were prepared to send a boy to his death.
Blackstone debated the idea of slaying half the town and leaving with Sabuk but he knew the boy would protest.
He exhaled in irritation.
Robed and decorated, Devant snarled. "Well then, you go and fuck it!"
Blackstone inhaled deeply. He turned and began to leave the hall.
"Where are you going?!?"
"To ride the storm."
The room paused.
"To fuck it."
Fort's denizens talked amongst themselves. They spoke in whispers of disbelief, in conversations of terror.
Prior to his exit, the armored man stopped. "Before I forget," and with his words still in the air, Blackstone swiftly pulled his devil-red weapon "Trial" from its holster and fired point blank at Speaker Devant.
From the waist up, the speaker had been vaporized. His torso, shoulders, neck and head were gone, the edges burning orange from the hellacious blast.
The town's people backed away in a collective gasp.
"It would serve you appropriately to meet a similar end. Cowards. Weaklings. Murderers. However, Sabuk asked me to be understanding with you all so ...thank him soon. It turned out he truly was your savior."
Manning stepped to the side of the armored man as he exited the town.
"The boy asked you to show mercy!!!"
Blackstone stopped. He looked gently on the boy with simmering eyes. "I did."
Blackstone headed towards the opening gates which led him to the path towards the clearing.
Blackstone stood in the forest opening. A wind blew around him. The trees shook and the sky was turning an orange blue.
Dawn was approaching.
As the forest air charged with a biting sense of electrical discharge, Blackstone knew the Storm was approaching as well.
Blades of grass frosted over suddenly. Tree tops caught aflame.
"Come woman," Blackstone began aloud, "Come so I can bed you hard and free you from this place."
The sky crackled overhead.
"Brave words, wanderer...but even you may not survive my passions."
"Perhaps," he responded. "Or perhaps I will give you a ride that sends you back to your ethereal home singing to your fellow wispy sisters why your hips hurt, your back aches and your breasts quiver. Now, let us be about it."
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Without hesitation, there was a roar, a rumble and crack of lightning that heralded the Storm's leap onto Blackstone. He had no time to catch his breath as the air around him chilled to the point that it hurt to breathe. The elemental slammed him to the misty ground. Even with his superhuman physique, the armored warrior was nearly crushed by the pounce.
The Storm began to grind herself against Blackstone. He felt a growing warmth surging from between her legs. If she were human, this would be expected - her juicy mound would be slicking and wet. Yet the Storm was a being who was a force of nature. Her sexual warmth was like the growing heat of a sun, her moisture was like an approaching rain.
Knowing the key was in satisfying the creature and surviving, the warrior lunged his head forward, burying his face in-between her large, jiggling bosom. Her electric nipples had an ozone flavor to them but the warrior sucked them all the same. They swelled and hardened in his mouth. The Storm began to moan in passion. Her wetness began to pour down his armored leg. Just when she loosened her powerful grip, the man took the opportunity.
A masterful flip and Blackstone was now atop this giant of a female entity. She made a noise of surprise and semi-displeasure. The Storm was a force that shattered houses and destroyed crops - she was not one to be dominated. Blackstone used that newness to his advantage and pushed her legs back, allowing him clear entry into her.
Blackstone removed none of his armor but the elemental felt the meaty slap of his manhood thud between her legs. She felt an arousal dripping from her in arcs of lightning, her timeless breath quickened as Blackstone held her down by the wrists and after repeatedly rubbing his cock against her mound, slid himself into her.
The Storm felt a sensation never felt. The size of the man's cock filled her to a point that she could barely contain. This being had hurled lightning and commanded the very cold but now struggled in heated gasps to take a human's shaft and head inside her.
He sucked her nipples, licked her breasts all while continuing to thrust.
It was not long before the armored man pulled himself out and lifted the elemental up and down onto her hands and knees. His strength was incredible for such a creature, even bore of air and mist was not unlike a thing of incredible weight as gravity pulled to her kind.
Blackstone thrust his thick cock again into the Storm's wetness. Her halo of lighting hair crackled. Despite the raging burn of lightning leaping from her body onto his, he held her by the hips and continued to pound the entity with a fierce rhythm. It was a rumbling thunder overhead that signaled the approaching moment.
The elemental reached a crescendo and leaned back in a supernatural orgasm. Blackstone held her by the waist and endured the mighty raging storm that released as he himself reached absolute satisfaction.
As her breathing subsided, as her scream ended, in a breathless tone - if such a being did breathe - she spoke into his ears.
"Thank you, mortal..."
And with her bonds freed, the elemental was gone.
Blackstone nodded and turned from the site of supernatural appeasement and began walking towards a new adventure.r"
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