Year 397 before the Ascension of the Celestial Monarch
"No, please, you're hurting me," growled a female voice in a forced, high-pitched tone.
"Don't resist, it'll hurt you more than me," growled a male voice that could barely suppress a laugh.
Entangled against the half-crumbled wall of a dimly lit house, two figures were pressed against the dusty surface while grunting and sweating. The man was pressing his body against a completely naked woman; her skin, glistening with sweat and humidity, revealed strips of clothing that had been torn apart by the man, who at this point was exploring the girl's mouth with his own tongue while playing with her breasts.
"You have a nice pair of tits there, let me taste them," the man growled, showing a forced lewdness as he roughly grabbed one of the woman's breasts, bringing the nipple to his mouth and biting it lightly.
"No, please, let go," the woman tried to growl weakly while putting up a useless act of trying to break free from the man's warm grip.
Suddenly, the lighting in this dark corner changed via a slight beam of moonlight that revealed the faces of the actors in this erotic scene: two teenagers tangled in a carnal act as if they were children playing at being adults.
The young man quickly separated his mouth from the blonde girl's nipple—who at this point could no longer maintain the charade—and proceeded to steal a passionate kiss from her, in which both tongues began to tangle in a heated battle.
Ducanor's hands quickly left the naked waist of the girl in front of him as they descended directly to the jackpot: her crotch. In an instant, a sharp pain shot through his mouth when he felt the girl bite him at the sudden stimulus.
"Hey, don't be so rough, dammit," Raptora growled as she licked a small trickle of blue blood that had escaped Ducanor's mouth, while she proceeded to unclothe his manhood herself.
Ducanor couldn't help but wish he had jerked off before accepting Raptora's invitation. At this point, he regretted his own weakness for any woman, although that wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that he apparently attracted those with increasingly strange and shady personalities.
By now, the rape fantasy was over and had transformed into casual outdoor sex. Ducanor preferred to change the location and suddenly lifted the girl's seductive body with both hands, burying his fingers in her soft, gigantic ass as he carried her inside the darkened house.
"Are you sure there's no one here?" Ducanor asked cautiously, feeling that the girl's hands didn't stop moving despite the change in position, showing off her excellent manual dexterity.
"Come on, my father must be drinking and my mother must be at the public baths," she replied with a wolfish smile.
By the time they reached the largest room of the small house of stone and wooden pillars, which Ducanor assumed belonged to her parents, she had already laid out on the bed with all her attributes in full view for Ducanor to enjoy with both sight and touch.
"Time for the appetizer," Ducanor said with a wide smile, feeling like he was going to explode if he didn't go all the way with the girl before him. And as he said that, his head was already buried between Raptora's legs, and her high-pitched moans had already escaped several meters beyond her empty home, where at this point both knew what was going to happen.
...
The awakening was difficult. In an instant, he felt his body become a prisoner of his own flesh, as if his will couldn't manage to move even a single muscle.
At that moment, Ducanor was left dazed, staring into the void with a stupefied expression at the scene before him.
He was totally naked, covered in a kind of strange liquid similar to pitch, as well as some other unknown marks and runes with a sinister appearance on various parts of his chest and neck. Though he could feel discomfort on his face, leading him to suspect they weren't limited to those parts.
"Where the fuck am I?" he growled furiously as he tried to move, but realized he was totally bound by an invisible restriction; nothing bound him visibly, but he was unable to force this ethereal bind.
"You woke up fast. Feysir really do have considerable innate strength; you will be a good addition to our family," growled a charming, almost intoxicating male voice.
It was a voice soft like a father's, yet firm like a teacher's.
"You..." But before he could speak, his mouth was filled by a flask of unknown liquid that poured down his throat like fire.
Agonizing pain covered his entire existence as he felt his veins burning and his stomach being scorched with acid, while pain flooded every nerve in his body.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My daughters are quite rough in their recruitments, but I suppose you enjoyed it, right? Everyone enjoys it. Don't resist, please, I will release you right now."
A figure appeared before the agonizing Ducanor. The figure that emerged was quite disheveled; he had an ordinary and almost small appearance compared to Ducanor, who stood over two and a half meters tall.
He was only two meters tall. He was dressed in rags of cloth that left his chest open, while he barely covered his lower half with a loincloth, and wore no shoes or equivalent on his feet.
He looked like any random vagabond, but this vagabond had eyes like diamonds that seemed to see through the hearts of living beings. Behind him was an entourage. Which, in itself, was enormous: men and women surrounded him.
If Ducanor looked closely, he would probably recognize some people from the surrounding villages. Ulheim was a desolate region; there were no large cities, only thousands of settlements scattered across the steppes and frozen wastelands of this region.
Most were half-naked, especially the women who barely covered their breasts, or the men who only wore thin layers of beast skin on their crotches. All of them, with a hidden frenzy in their gaze, observed Ducanor.
He writhed despite being restrained, to the point that he had dislocated both his arms and was about to break a leg because of the absurd pain he felt, while his vision turned between black and red.
"I will release you from the wind rune, although, well, I hope you stay calm."
The restrictive force disappeared.
And Ducanor moved violently, not to attack, but to slam his body against the ground.
The pain was such that he had lost his sight; he couldn't think or even hear the unknown man's words, and could only try to swallow dirt or bite a rock to clear his mind. And meanwhile, he was only observed, like a beast among beasts.
And then the first change occurred.
...
The rain abated. Dawn arrived in an instant and movement had come to the countryside: men, women, and children began to perform their domestic tasks, from hunting and fishing to gathering. In an instant, a lively atmosphere had arrived at the small village. Or so he thought.
"Ducanor is taking too long, don't you think?" murmured Uisuk with a worried expression as he looked at the horizon.
He was at the village exit accompanied by none other than Hebith and Masha, who, unlike him, seemed annoyed.
"That son of a bitch must be with a slut," Masha growled, extremely furious, while her anger seemed to even affect the environment around her, causing some sparks to emerge from her.
"Calm down, he could be buying something or maybe..." Hebith tried to calm her, although she didn't seem to buy her own words too much.
Meanwhile, Uisuk's concern was different; his gaze darted nervously among the passersby, both familiar and unknown, who were in the vicinity.
Uisuk was a young man from a nearby village; he only had a mother and, unlike the rest, he was the sustenance of his home. For that very reason, he knew Ducanor wouldn't leave him hanging unless something had happened.
"We should go look for him," he said with a suffering expression, enduring the pain of abandoning that mission.
The search he referred to was quite simple: a request had appeared on the village board. Escya Betrica was looking for a rare herb, known as Changeling Herb.
It was said that she was a strange witch and needed it for her strange rituals and poultices. If he managed to get the herb and give it to her, he could get a good reward. And a good reward meant a good amount of gold pieces or even a spiritual stone.
"Salvete bonus momentus," Uisuk murmured sadly as he moved his palm to his chest, pleading to a higher power.
"Huh? What is that?" Hebith asked curiously upon seeing Uisuk's strange movement.
"Nothing," he replied somewhat nervously, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Just a little hymn."
"..."
An uncomfortable silence hung over the group as time passed slowly, until finally, the most impatient of the group perked up.
"Fine, let's go find him. But if I find him fucking a whore, don't blame me for killing him," Masha said furiously as, without waiting for preamble, she left, hurriedly followed by a nervous Uisuk and a sighing Hebith.
In search of a friend.