Chronicles of Eden - Act V

by Alexander Gordon

  ‘Her speed…’

  In a flash Clover shot an arrow straight down into the skull of the orc before quickly changing her sights over to the one next to them, firing an arrow at that one before shooting her last one at another. Kroanette stared with an open mouth as both arrows struck their targets in the face, with Clover reaching back and grabbing two more arrows and priming them in her bow.

  ‘Her accuracy…’

  As the orcs that were shot dead dropped forward and tumbled into rolls along the grass Clover launched off of the monster she stood upon, flying forward with grace while taking aim at the two remaining orcs. The monsters stared with shock at the elf before she fired both arrows at once. The two bolts flew through the air and struck their targets in the head each, both the orcs dropping forward dead as Clover landed down on the oversized spear one of the orcs had dropped, the large timber bouncing about while the elf ran up along it before leaping off and flying towards Kroanette. At this point Kroanette had begun to slow down with her run, being stunned to say the least at seeing the elf singlehandedly take down eight orcs while moving about as she did.

  ‘The stories about them were true. They are the best archers in Eden.’

  Clover then landed on Kroanette’s back, ran along it before launching off of the centaur’s head, causing Kroanette to stumble forward and tumble into a roll on the ground, and flew forward towards the moving wagon with poise. Kroanette crashed to a halt into some bushes, her eyes wearily watching as the elf spiraled around in the air with her cape flowing elegantly behind her.

  ‘She’s amazing…’

  The elf threw off her cloak and quiver, tossing them away while she continued to spiral towards the moving wagon.

  ‘She’s incredible…’

  As Clover fell towards the roof of the wagon she then appeared to yank off all her clothes, all of which seemed to leap right off her as she gracefully twirled around and prepared to land on the wagon feet first.

  ‘She’s… stripping?’

  Kroanette watched with disbelief and questioned what she was seeing as Clover then crashed right through the top of the wagon, followed by the screams of women as the ride swerved and slammed to a halt sideways against a tree. The horse pulling the ride stumbled about while neighing loudly as leaves and twigs dropped from the tree above onto the wagon.

  Slowly Kroanette stood up, her world gradually stopping with its spin as her senses came back to her. She stared with confusion at the now still carriage while Clover’s clothing slowly landed down on the ground nearby. Kroanette’s eyes looked down to the elf’s clothes, back to where eight orcs were now dead with their large weapons lying about near them, over to the wagon where all had fallen silent, then down again to the clothing that Clover had quickly taken off of herself while in midair.

  “What… just happened?”

  She started walking towards the carriage, its horse neighing and scampering about while the ride was lodged against a tree. Upon getting closer she reached out and pulled the back flap over to look inside, her eyes widening at seeing Clover lying on the floor of the wagon in a provocative position with a blush on her face and her legs spread wide to expose herself to the other occupants in the carriage.

  “Oh dear,” Clover whimpered while holding an arm over her eyes, her expression of fright while her voice was rattled. “Please… have mercy upon me… I’m still a virgin…”

  “Clover?” Kroanette asked while glancing to the other occupants in the wagon.

  “Oh no, I can’t move,” Clover whined while dropping her arms by her head and keeping her eyes closed. “I’m so weak from exerting myself… I can’t get up…”

  “Clover?” Kroanette again spoke up.

  “My body is so tender and sensitive… please don’t be rough with me…”

  “Clover.”

  The elf glanced to the centaur with a narrowed peek and grunted quietly.

  “Go away, I’m working here.”

  Kroanette merely pointed to something, of which Clover then slowly looked over to. Inside the carriage a young girl and female teenager were staring at the monsters with fright while pressed back against a small crate. Sitting at the front of the wagon an older woman was looking back to them while holding the reins for their horse, her eyes locked onto the elf that had crashed through the roof of their ride naked. Clover glanced around at them for a moment then quickly sat up and noticed there were no men in the ride.

  “What the hell? Hey, where are they?” she barked out.

  “Where… are who?” the teen shakily asked while holding the younger girl close to her.

  “The men, your men. Where are they?”

  “My husband and his friends were in the other carriage,” the woman up front spoke nervously. “It’s just us riding in this one.”

  “What?” Clover yelled out as she looked around with frustration. “God fucking dammit, are you shitting me?”

  “Um,” Kroanette slowly said. “Are you humans alright?”

  “Where’s papa?” the young girl whimpered. “What happened to him, where is he?”

  “This is unbelievable,” Clover grunted as she got up and hopped out the back of the carriage. “All that for nothing. Fucking unbelievable.”

  Kroanette watched her with bewilderment as the elf started walking away to pick up her clothes then looked to the humans as they were crying and cowering in fear of her.

  “Please don’t hurt us,” the teen begged.

  “Where’s papa? What did you do with him?” the young girl cried out.

  “Please, just leave us be,” the woman beseeched.

  “But, we never touched them,” Kroanette insisted while holding up her hands defensively. She then watched as the young girl cried into her sister’s chest, the sight and sound of a child sobbing like that striking at her heart.

  ‘I’ve never heard a human child cry before. It’s horrible, is this what we’ve been doing to the offspring of the men we rape?’

  “I’m so sorry,” she breathed out with remorse. “Please, don’t cry.”

  “Where’s papa?” the child whined while holding onto her sister.

  “I’m sorry, Maria, I’m sorry,” the teen whimpered.

  Kroanette’s hand trembled a bit as she felt a painful sensation in her heart before she looked over to see Clover getting dressed again. The elf was hopping around on one foot while she put her boot back on and was grumbling to herself as she slipped back into her tunic.

  “This day fucking sucks,” Clover muttered as she finished getting dressed. She walked over and picked up her bow and quiver before seeing Kroanette walking towards her with a heartbroken expression. “Alright, we’re done here. Let’s go.”

  “You only helped them so you could have sex with their men?” Kroanette asked with disbelief.

  “Of course, why else would I have?” Clover scoffed as she strapped her quiver behind her again. “Not like it paid off or anything. This was just a waste of time.”

  “Did you not see the look on their faces? They’re devastated about this. Don’t you care at all?”

  Clover glanced over with a dull expression to seeing the teen and young girl peeking out at them from inside the ride while the woman up front was crying with her hands held to her face.

  “Yeah, I can see they are,” Clover said before walking towards the downed orcs. “Sucks to be them. Now let’s get going, we’re done here.”

  “We are most certainly not done here!” Kroanette shouted at her. “We have to go back and help those poor men, we can still save them.”

  “I told you before it’s not worth it,” Clover argued as started pulling an arrow out of an orc. She wiped the blood off of it on the monster’s ragged clothing then set it in her quiver. “You know how foul orcs smell? The men they’re raping are going to smell so horrid, I’m not fucking them now. I do have standards you know.”

  “We have to save them for their families, not for you to hump to get pregnant with,” Kroanette
retorted with frustration. “Have you no heart at all?”

  “They’re not our responsibility,” Clover carelessly replied while collecting more of her arrows from the fallen creatures. “I already saved those humans’ lives; I’ve done more than enough after getting nothing in return.”

  “You’re despicable,” Kroanette hissed. “You have the power to help those men and you choose to do nothing? Is this how all elves are? Nothing but self-centered, foulmouthed, unbearable wretches?”

  Clover looked over to her with a glare while bearing her teeth, holding an arrow in hand and her bow in the other.

  “What did you call us?”

  “There is a young human child over there,” Kroanette firmly stated while walking towards the elf, pointing behind her at the young girl as she and her sister were watching the monsters worriedly. “Her father is being raped, tortured, and will possibly be killed on this very day. Do you honestly choose to let her suffer like this? Do you honestly wish to leave her be like this?”

  “She’s not my concern,” Clover snapped. “Why do you care so much about them anyway?”

  “Because I’m not like a Darker One,” Kroanette said as she walked up and stood before the elf. “Only a horrid monster such as they would want to cause such pain and suffering to others. Only a Darker One would be so cold and heartless.”

  “Are you comparing me to a Darker One?” Clover demanded as she held the arrow in the bow.

  “I’m starting to wonder if you’re worse,” Kroanette scorned. “I see now that elves are nowhere near as noble and dignified as the stories say they are. Centaurs however are, and I will not let my sisters become as foul as the likes of you. I’m going back there to help those men, however I can. It’s the right thing to do. If you wish for me to assist you getting to Rackleholm any time soon then you will help me.”

  “They’re not worth saving now,” Clover argued. “I just told you they’re going to reek like-”

  “I’m not doing this to have sex with them,” Kroanette snapped. “I’m doing this because I’m not going to let that young girl cry anymore. Unlike you I have a heart.”

  Clover glanced over to the side at seeing the humans watching them then glared at Kroanette again with a low growl. The centaur set her hands at her hips expectantly and watched the elf with discontent, silence filling the air as the two girls stared each other down.

  *****

  In a clearing deep in the forest the sounds of orcs laughing and oinking was heard amongst the faint cries and screams of humans. The remains of their wagon and two horses were strewn about while a group of orcs were gathered around their latest catch, with three men being held down on the grass naked by the powerful monsters. One of them was held down by a single orc as she rode atop him with lustful cries, her hand holding his mouth and the other slapping his chest which had begun to turn red at this point. The other two men were held down by two orcs each, with one riding atop each of their prey while another was sitting on the face of the men and forcing them to pleasure them.

  “C’mon, say you like it!” an orc taunted while holding a man’s head firmly between her legs. “You like it, don’t you? Hahaha! Say it tastes good!”

  “Cum again!” another ordered while bouncing atop her prey. “Cum again! Do it! More!”

  “Make him squeal like a human!” one of the surrounding orcs laughed as she and the others watched and waited for their turn with the men.

  “Twist his nipple off!” another oinked loudly.

  “Hurry up, I want my turn!” one whined while her hips shifted side to side impatiently.

  “He’s going to cum, I can feel him twitching,” another laughed while riding on her prey.

  “Don’t break his pelvis this time, I want a go still,” another called out with a laugh.

  The one holding her human down by the mouth moaned and drooled while bouncing atop him, the monster trying to use some control so not to crush the man with her hips.

  “That’s right… here it comes… you’re going to cum like a good little bit-” she purred before an arrow struck into her skull through the eye. Everyone stopped and stared at the sight with surprise as the monster wavered in place before dropping off to the side with a thump. The man trembled in fear as he stared at the fallen monster before he looked around at the other orcs, all of them glancing to him then quickly looking around before arrows started to strike into them wildly. A few orcs grabbed their weapons before arrows struck into their arms, legs, breasts, and then their heads with loud whacks. The humans remained frozen in place on the ground as they watched the storm of arrows flying through the air above them and striking the monsters.

  “What’s going on?” an orc wailed before an arrow struck into her gut.

  “It’s an ambush! Run!” another ordered before a bolt struck through her throat with a crunch.

  The men witnessed the orcs stumbling about before dropping dead, with one of the monsters crying out in pain as she took off towards the forest with an arrow in her chest. As she did the humans watched as one last arrow was shot out with a twang after her, flying across the field and into the woods before a loud orc’s scream was heard followed by a heavy thump.

  “What… in Eden?” one of the men shakily asked as they all remained on the ground in a stunned state.

  Over near the edge of the clearing Clover was looking at the downed orcs with an annoyed glare while Kroanette stood beside her, the centaur’s eyes going over all the dead monsters with wonder then to the elf’s quiver which still had arrows resting in it.

  “How many of those do you have in there anyway?” she asked with bewilderment.

  “There, they’re dead,” Clover scoffed with a glance to the centaur. “Are you happy now?”

  “Yes, thank you for sparing them such a horrible fate,” Kroanette graciously replied.

  “Whatever, but if you call me a Darker One again then that’s going to be you,” Clover threatened as she pointed over to a dead horse in the field. Kroanette glanced to it then nodded with a weak smile.

  “I understand.”

  “Good. Now go fetch my arrows, we need to be going again,” Clover ordered while crossing her arms.

  “Me? Why?”

  “Because I said so!”

  Kroanette jumped then quickly trotted out into the field while Clover growled at her. As the centaur approached the field of dead orcs and stunned humans that took notice of her she realized why Clover didn’t want to step foot out there at that moment.

  “Oh my,” she groaned holding a hand over her nose. “That’s… a rather powerful aroma.”

  She slowly walked around, picking out the arrows from the fallen orcs while the humans coughed and gasped as they regained themselves from their ordeal. As she did the foul smell of the orcs made her wonder whether that was because they were dead, because they were normally so dirty, or if they became even smellier during their lovemaking.

  “Yes, you can really taste it in the back of your throat,” Kroanette muttered while collecting the arrows.

  “Did… did you save us?” a man asked as the three survivors slowly sat up.

  “Yes, myself and my elven… companion. The other carriage with your women is further ahead, they are safe as well.”

  “Why did you save us?” another asked as the men shakily got back to their feet.

  Kroanette finished collecting the arrows and started trotting back towards Clover before stopping and glancing over her shoulder at the humans with a warm smile.

  “We aren’t all evil. I’m sorry for the pain and loss you’ve endured today, I truly am. Please take care of yourselves.”

  She headed off towards the edge of the clearing while the men stood there bewilderedly. Slowly they looked around at their ruined carriage, the two women who were dead, their horses which were killed, the orcs that had been struck down, and then over to the centaur who had apparently come to their rescue along with an elf. They then started gagging and gasping for air as their s
enses finally picked up the foul air around them, causing one of them to promptly throw up in disgust.

  Kroanette walked over and handed the arrows to Clover. The elf snatched them with a grunt and set them in her quiver before crossing her arms in discontent at the centaur.

  “Can we go now?” she snapped impatiently.

  “Yes, we can,” Kroanette said kneeling down to let the elf on her back.

  Clover grunted with annoyance and climbed onto the centaur before glancing over to seeing the men coughing and throwing up from the horrid smell around them.

  “Why did you want to save them anyway? If they see you again they’ll probably try to kill you.”

  “Maybe,” Kroanette reasoned, looking over to the humans with a small smile. “Or maybe they’ll understand that not all monsters are evil in this world.”

  “Oh please, like any human thinks that,” Clover scoffed.

  Kroanette chuckled and started running off again into the forest along the trail.

  “I really do need to introduce you to someone.”

  Chapter 6

  The Twisted Garden

  In the world of Eden the monsters that roamed the lands were always in search of humans with which to breed with. Most of them were after the men, needing to rape or trick them into giving them their seed so as to reproduce. However that didn’t mean the women of the world were necessarily safe from these creatures. Some would convert or mutate women into monsters themselves while others used them for breeding in their own forceful ways. And then there were some that didn’t use females for propagation but rather for other needs they had. Although these instances were few and far between, it was enough that the women of humanity had to tread carefully when venturing in The Outerlands just as much as the men did.

  After all they could meet a horrific end at the hands of a monster just the same.

  *****

  Triska unfastened Lucky from their caravan and took hold of the horse by the reins, leading him over to the side of the ride where Tabitha and Daniel were waiting along with Alyssa. Luna and Falla watched while sitting atop the caravan as Triska mounted Lucky along with Tabitha while Daniel leaned back against the wagon with a dull expression on his face.