The Search

"A bit higher," Jaafa spoke and Noah followed his words and held the tip of his sword just a tad higher. Both hands clutching the handle lightly but not so light as to let it slip free. That having been the first thing Jaafa had taught Noah during their uneventful few hours of scouring this portion of forest.

Noah ended up being lumped in with Jaafa as both had become the only to have no partner. No one going for him, he understood, who would want a scrawny man without any sword handling to his name after all? Jaafa, he understood even more, it was clear from the pitying looks he had gotten that Jaafa was known as an undesirable around these portions.

And while Noah did agree with them—the many and unending chattering of the man about his want of a castle full of buxom women having been the things to force that agreement—Jaafa was at the least knowledgeable about blades. At least, from Noah's perspective as someone who hadn't the faintest about how to use a blade.

Jaafa took his place opposite Noah and lifted his thin, rapier like sword up, one hand pressed behind him, and said, "come."

The next second Noah charged, with both hands he lifted the sword and brought it down over the slant eyed Jaafa. His eyes bolted wide as he stared at Noah and lightly skirted to the side and out of the swords path, his own brought up to smack that flat against Noah's ass sending him stumbling forth, his blade falling to the sides as he came to collapse on all fours. Aching in his rear end and feeling a pure and unadulterated hate for the knight wannabe.

"Could you stop hitting my ass!" screeched Noah patting at his repeatedly sored area in the hopes of cooling the agony.

"Not until you figure out how to wield a sword like a knight and not a barbarian."

"You're the barbarian here! You're the one hitting my ass like I'm a baby!"

"Aren't you? You are about as skilled as one after all."

"Fuck you." growled Noah, the vein on his throat at full bare for the hateful knight to find amusement at.

"No, I'd prefer not. Perhaps if you were a beautiful mix and lacked a man's cock. Then maybe. Now get yourself up, we've done enough training for now. It is about time we returned to finding the ladies. I can feel we are getting closer, their scent is strong around here," Jaffa's expression contorted to a sickening level of lechery as he sheathed his ornate rapier and spun to suckle on a deep breath of sweet foresty air.

"I'm going to fucking stab this fucking sword into your fucking ass you fucking fuck." Noah though finding the boy skilled with the sword couldn't help but want to end his life. Having no doubts that his rump was to soon turn blue and grow with a welt from just how many times he'd gotten a sword shaped spanking had developed in him a darkness he hadn't thought he would ever have. A dark willingness to murder.

He lifted himself from the ground, patted his pants of dirt and sheathed his sword at his waist and came to Jaafa's side. Soon, Jaafa glanced to Noah and muttered, "did you hear that? it sounded like a gust of wind."

Noah paused, cleared his ears and glanced around like a radar seeking a signal but found nothing but the silent noise of forestry between the two and the wilds of the Aldergreen. ]

"I don't-"

"Shh," Jaafa shot a hand up and slammed a finger into Noah's eye. Noah fell back, gripped his face and wept with tears of spite and hatred while Jaafa's ears twitched and nose sucked in a sharp breath, absorbing every drop of scent coursing through the winds. "It's coming from this way," without looking back at the hunched over Noah, Jaafa strode into the forest, skirting between trees and shrubbery with skill and quickness.

"Asshole, fucking asshole, fucking going to fucking stab you with this fucking sword," with one eye sealed, Noah lumbered after Jaafa. His readiness to tear his sword free and stab 'the fucking fucker' till he 'fucking died' becoming ever more present in his mind.

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"Would you slow down already!" Noah called out and was ignored by Jaafa who simply kept hopping over every bit of terrain on a bullheaded rush into the depths of the forest.

"We're getting near my dear friend. I can smell beautiful Gracia on the wind, she is close!" Jaafa smiled like a lunatic and launched himself into a rocky clearing just before a cliff. In its side a crack large enough for a man to push themselves in and into a cave like area.

Stumbling through the foliage, Noah came to a pause just besides Jaafa, "a cave?" he uttered.

"Indeed," Jaafa claimed his sword from its sheath and held it at the ready, "take your blade and prepare yourself. Whatever monster has claimed the ladies is sure to be near now." As had become the usual, without waiting a breath, Jaafa pushed ahead and entered the dark expanse of the cave while Noah was left twitching at the eye.

"It's official, I hate this man. I really hate this man. I've never hated anyone as much as I hate this man now. Fuck." Noah took his sword with head shaking and fell into a short jog to chase after him into the cavern. Though pausing at the entrance as he felt a shiver course along his spine that he was being watched.

His head rocketed around and scanned the faint clearing with cautious eyes but found nothing but a gust of wind creasing the leaves into a oceanic song. "Ohhh, I know this feeling, ohhh, I better not get raped again." his patience with the man was already at the point of breaking, dealing with another monster wanting his 'milk' was just to be irritating if anything.

Noah spun and with cautious stepps rushed after Jaafa, hoping to sacrifice the bastard to the monster should it decided those girls weren't enough for its urges. It took no longer than a minutes of pushing through the near dark and jagged tunnel before Noah found a light shimmering in at the end of it, "light at the end of the tunnel? perfect, I'm going to heaven. Let me guess, heaven as in orgasmic bliss?" his complaints echoed against the walls but were quick to fade away the deeper they ran.

The light had come in from a cracked hole in the ceiling of a large and hollow expanse of a cavern and bathed one end in light, framing the form of a woman with her head buried into her knees. Jaafa stood just on the precipice of the light stared down at the woman with narrowed eyes.

"Gracia?" he murmured as Noah drew near and the girls appearance became clear.

Her hair was a faint shade of white, more ashen in hue with skin a pallor of death added with faint black squirming veins. She was naked as far as Noah could see with her abundant hips on view. As her head tilted up, her eyes shone with a pure, all encompassing whiteness, lacking all pupils or form of iris. Noah recalled her face and its soft proportions, though faintly, he recalled her as being the one to guide him to Caina all those days ago. Though he had never gotten her name before now and was able to put it to her face.

Fear filled Gracia's hollow white eyes as she jumped to her feet and pressed tight against the wall, now revealing her faintly ashen nipples and the white frizz of her nethers. "No! G-go away! I-I don't want to die!" she cried out in fear at seeing the two born swords.

Jaafa's face went blank. He knew what her appearance meant, the fact she lacked her former human beauty of brilliant olive skin, and brown hair. She'd been corrupted by the monster, and now. Now she was nothing more than a monster herself.

"Oh Gracia," Mourned Jaffa, his blade gripped tighted. "I'm sorry this had to happen to you. Come, let us end this before you lose your mind as well as your body." he took one step forth and Gracia pressed even tighter against the wall in panic.

"N-no! Please no! I won't do anything please just-just don't kill me!"

Jaafa shook his head, "no sweet Gracia. You know what happens to the corrupted. You become nothing but a monster yourself. You do not want that."

Gracia dropped to her knees as Jaafa loomed over her with a merciless glimmer to his eye.

"hey, calm down." Noah made quick to his side, his sword sheathed. "We can get her help, no need to kill her." he may not understand this world, but he knew murder was not something he wished to see. Not to a woman like her.

Jaafa pulled his arm out of Noah's grip and scowled, a dark look overtaking his expression. "She has become corrupted. There is nothing more we can do but offer her the release of death so that she may still enter into the crook back road before she loses herself."

"Stop!" Noah now jumped before them, blocking Gracia from Jaafa's blade. "Can't you see she doesn't want to die? So stop this!"

Jaafa only narrowed his eyes and said, "move, or I will be forced to move you myself."

Grounding his teeth, Noah knew he couldn't challenge Jaafa. Still, he couldn't let murder go about before him. No matter this worlds sickening customs. Behind him, Gracia stared wide eyed at Noah's back. It was weird, no human should be protecting her, not a corrupted, a person who's humanity was forsaken to become one with the leagues of monsters. It was wrong, yet it made her heart palpitate in hope that not all humanity was to hate her for what she'd been forced to become.

Just then, a whisper spoke in the wind and a gust wind a mist had taken hold over the innards of the cavern. "You humans truly have not changed in millenia." A shadow appeared hovering behind Jaafa, a small form that brought its hands to either side of Jaafa's head where many small and silhouetted tendrils extruded from its palm and burrowed into his ears without him capable of retaliating.

Jaafa's eyes rolled into the back of his skull, his sword dropped as convulsions took his body. His pants having tightened from a forced erection and were quickly soiled as whatever had been done to him forced him into climax. The figure pulled back its tendrils and Jaafa fell to the earth in a puddle of white while echoing in the mist was a faint feminine panting of over exertion.

Noah gulped and reached for his blade but kept a hand out to separate the figure from Gracia. "And you, A shimmer of two yellow orbs appeared in the mist as without Jaafa the silhouette became clear. It was a young girl, petite in stature with long flowing tendrils falling from beaneath the large bulbous hat she wore. Her hair, he guessed. "you are strange. the blurry form drew closer but the mist never dissipated, only growing thicker to conceal her form, "not many humans would protect a thrall." she spoke while trying her best to hide her panted breaths.

"I don't know who or what you are, but I can't let you take her," not that he could stop her.

The girls form flickered leaving a void behind that was quickly refilled with mist. Noah was left confused and spun his head around only to be drawn to the sky when he heard the monsters voice.

"You can't stop me." wrapped in her tendrils, Gracia was held, her legs pulled apart with one squirming between them, stroking her crotch and others wrapping tightly around each her breasts. The slimy feeling enough to make her squirm and whine.

Noah spun to face the wall but indeed found no Gracia there, "wait!" he screamed but was too late as by the time he looked back up they were gone.

"Shit." he groaned stroking a hand through his hair. The mist faded away, expelled through the crevice in the ceiling as if to follow the monster. Noah's shaking head turned down to Jaafa, the boy twitching like in seizures, his eyes rolled into his skull as his pants were coloured a vile shade of white.

"I'm not touching him."

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Starting on the 21st, I'll be taking a break from posting on WN. Just to give myself a break from writing and to just enjoy christmas for a bit. Note, that does not mean I won't be posting on Patreoon. In all honesty I'll likely still be writing but I'll be posting onto patreoon exclusively till sometime in the first week of january which will also let me work on both the backlogs for TCB and MGR (And to just fill up the patreoon tiers to the point I want them to be.. Who knows, maybe by then I'll have figured out how to write multiple chapters a day and updates for both series will jump up a little.

Likely restart Posts here on the 4th.

Yes. I know chapter releases here are slow. If I can get to the point where I've filled up the Patroon to a decent degree (aka all tiers are full to the displayed number +10 I'll probably release when I finish a chapter after that.)