1 Prologue

Watching thru the heavy blanketing of leaves and undergrowth, the male stared on in rapt attention towards the small clearing around a clear pool of water. His eyes focused ahead of him as his body laid tightly coiled under his thicket of covering, the katana he carried poking into his side as its surface shone a dull muted crimson. The color a testament to what his purpose was this far from the Dark Reach. Pulling in a slow deep breath he starts sliding his body from out of his hiding spot. Not even bothering to brush the leaves and other debris from lying on the forest floor from his pants and leather jerkin he slowly stalks forward.

The bloody gaze of his pupils swirled with anticipation as he moves towards his prey.

Unbeknownst to her, a small elven maiden rests beside the forest pool, her hands busily working to scrub out her white cloth robe before the stains of berries she had recently picked settles in. Her entire attention focused on her task as her nude body was bent over the edge. Her lean and muscled arms tensing as she worked. Sitting back onto her heels her round bottom stuck out into the air making her position almost an open invitation to her stalker.

Closing her brilliant blue eyes she rested back against the shore, pulling her robe from the water she emits a loud sigh. Her large ears twitching just as she felt a strong hand clamp over her mouth and another hand, holding a weapon, press across her bare belly.

Trying to scream out her attacker presses the blade tighter into her stomach causing a thin well of blood to pool over the blade as his hand over her mouth pinched into her cheeks sharply. Kicking out her feet she hoped to knock the attacker off balance. But to no avail as the man quickly flipped her over to her back and pinned her beneath him. Her breasts pressed sharply into his leather jerkin as her rounded hips lay pinned to the ground under his weight. Looking up frightened, her eyes tear up at the corner as she stares at the elegant and deadly markings layered over a darkened skin. The muscles taut under his clothing as he returns her gaze, staring at her with his flame red irises, a sneer parting his lips as a few strands of his silvery white hair falls beside his face. Her own hair, the color of midnight lay fanned out behind her as she tries to wiggle out from under him.

Tsk-ing softly he lowers his head and claims her mouth after releasing it from under his palm. Seizing her lips brutally he swallowed her scream, using his free hand to fist into her hair and pulling sharply. Dragging her head back and exposing her neck, he moves away from her mouth and licks his lips then like a snake strikes and bites into the gentle curve of her neck. His cackle of lust and anger echo in the small clearing as he pulls his blood stained lips away. His expression was wild and crazy.

For the first time since attacking the female elf he speaks, his voice husky and low.

"You will be my finest conquest to add to Lithos's gloriousness on this my first blooding...and to think I had just merely hoped to kill your warriors. But my luck has upheld for behold...a priestess of Mariestra."

He fingers the medallion hanging between her breasts bearing the symbol of the Huntress, her cousin as well as her greatest enemy.

"And what luck I have...even though your race is so very...pale and...scrawny...You are quite the catch amongst your people."

While talking his hand not holding his weapon slipped between his body and hers pinned to the ground. His fingers probing not so gently against her lower abdomen before slipping between her thighs. She starts to squirm from his touch as she opens her mouth and begins to yell out. Once again her mouth was covered by his lips. His tongue fighting with hers roughly as he deepened the kiss almost forcefully. His searching fingers find their mark as he shoves two of his fingers into her tight entrance. His eyes widening at the discovery as he feels a barrier to her entry way. Breaking the kiss he laughs deeply.

"A virgin! Lithos surely you have granted me with this treasure, your favor on my hunt."

Forcing her legs apart with his knees he frees the drawstring around his pants and forces them past his hips. With a grunt of effort he pushes up into her swiftly, feeling her maidenhood giving away with a tear. The grin on his lips widening as her scream played like soft music to his ears as he continues his violent assault on her. Silent tears stream down her face as she prays to her Goddess for escape. Her scream breaking into muffled sobs.

Thrusting up into her brutally over and over again as she prays, he grabs ahold of her cheeks and neck and forces her head to the side. Lowering his mouth to her neck he bites sharply, tearing into her smooth silky shoulder. His pointed teeth ripping into her flesh easily, leaving his personal mark on his victim. A wide arc with perfect teeth marks joined his first bite leaving her shoulder torn and bloodied. Lowering one of his hands to her hips he digs his fingers and thrusts into her one final time with a loud grunt, spilling his seed into her deeply and possessively. Panting hard he lay overtop of her, his once white locks a dull pink, falling across his face and her chest. The girl moans beneath him from the pain and sadness, her face streaked with her salty tears and blood. Pushing up from her body he raises his hand to her face and smacked her across the cheek. His hit hard enough to send her head rolling to the side as her eyes crossed.

"Shut up you filthy elven whore!" his voice deep and angry. Pulling his body from hers he laughs as he watches her small bloody and broken figure trembles on the ground.

"Your race is so weak and stupid...Hell you didn't even fight my attack, " as he speaks to her he was refastening the draw string around his pants, " With all that noise you were making I would have thought that someone would have come to your rescue...You must really have displeased your puny Goddess."

Turning to look down at her with a sarcastic smirk on his face he swings his blade down to rest against her throat, a small welling of blood pooling at the hollow of her neck as the blades tip presses in.

"Now my dear sweet virgin, your fate. Do you live or do you die? Would your life be worth more as a broken useless priestess or as an empty husk once the blood is drained from your body?" his smirk widening as he looked at her briefly. "Go... Return to your people... show them how worthless you really are and see how they will accept a spoiled priestess back into their midst."