=A Quest's Abrupt End (m/f, f/f, snuff, asphyxiation, consensual, semi-con=

[Appearances: Kravi is a human, white, 5’9, messy hair that due to magic appears both white and black at the same time, clipping over one another, seven inch dick. Iðun is a human, 6’0, olive skin, red hair in a long braid, C cup breasts. Ravenwood is a dark elf with purple skin, 5’8, auburn hair, B cup breasts. Albright is a human, very pale, 5’5, long blonde hair, E cup breasts.]

Four adventurers trekked dutifully through the vast plains that stretched across much of the south of the continent, tall grass stretching much further than the eye could see. This land was the dregs between civilization, and for the past few days a party of likeminded fortune seekers have been making their way slowly through it. A thief, a priestess, a knight, and a warlock they were, a party that knew each others’ strengths and weaknesses like the backs of their hands and could slay any foe or solve any mystery that stood in their path.

The theif’s name was Kravi, and he made a name for himself pilfering most things he could get his hands on, including countless women. He had even scored a team that was, besides him, comprised entirely of women. The four of them were on a mission to rob a dragon’s horde, and Kravi had convinced each of them to join him using a different tactic. The knight, Iðun, was an idealistic patriot only 18 years old, and he had convinced her that she could have the largest cut of the treasure if she promised to return it to her nation’s coffers for its betterment. Of course, he was planning to slit her pretty throat the moment the job was done; he would be a fool to let a king’s ransom actually go to a king. The warlock, who went by the alias Ravenwood, had come of her own volition; her patron demanded that she slay a dragon or face violation and death at his hands, so she had no choice but to obey. And finally the priestess, Albright, came along simply because she wanted Kravi’s dick.

After a long day of nothing but traveling, the party had set up camp. Two tents, as per usual; Kravi shared one with Albright, while Ravenwood bunked with Iðun. Kravi laid back on his bedroll, watching Albright undress. The first few nights of the quest she had slept in her underclothes to put up a front of modesty, but after a week or so of nightly sex she dropped the facade and slept in the nude; Kravi kept his underpants on until Albright took them off, citing embarassment about being seen flaccid. Albright stripped slowly from her clerical garb, the vestments and ferriolo falling to the ground while a light smirk painted Kravi’s face, his hands behind his head. Albright undid her ponytail, her breast-length blonde hair falling to her sides. She sighed contentedly, reaching behind herself to undo her bra.

“It never gets old,” Kravi said, flashing her a toothy grin. He once impulsively filed his canines, and he liked the way fangs looked on him.

“What doesn’t?” She asked, letting her breasts fall free. Bigger than one would expect from a woman of the cloth, though it’s not like that’s something she could have controlled.

“Watching you undress, knowing that once you’re finished you’ll lay on your bedroll, your body open and vulnerable; you’ll wait just long enough to not look needy and then you’ll roll over and put your hand down my garments and feel me get hard. Every night I make a bet with myself about what you’ll want from me; will you suck me off? Ride my cock? Beg me to fuck you senseless from behind? Let me thrust into your tight little asshole? I never know what I’m going to get, but it never gets old anticipating it.”

By the time Kravi had finished speaking, Albright’s face had erupted into a fiery red. She gasped indignantly, snuffing the lantern so he couldn’t see her flustered, blushing face.

“I would ask you to not speak so <i>obscenely</i> to a <i>cleric</i>, Kravi. Perhaps I won’t engage in anything with you tonight in order to teach you a lesson.” She climbed into her bedroll and rolled to the side, her back to him.

“Whatever, Albright. Goodnight.”

Kravi closed his eyes, letting himself drift off to sleep. He wasn’t that mad. One night without sex, he figured, wouldn’t kill him.

But soon enough he woke up to the familiar sensation of a hand on his abdomen, sliding slowly down his body. He didn’t wait for it to reach its destination and rolled on top of Albright, pinning her down to the floor of the tent with a laugh. She laughed as well, playfully, and pulled at his underwear. He discarded it, looking down at her through the darkness.

“I knew you’d come back around. You always do,” he whispered into her ear, nibbling her lobe. “What do you want tonight? I’m all yours.” His voice was a low purr, the kind that he knew sent shivers of anticipation down Albright’s spine.

“This position is good… I want you on top of me.”

Kravi nodded, though it may have been too dark for her to register. He ran his burgeoning erection down her belly until it was between her legs, and with one hand he found the entrance and guided himself in slowly. The feeling made her tense up, and she held her breath as to not moan.

“No foreplay tonight, huh?” He asked her with a chuckle in his voice. He wasn’t complaining, he was never a man to wait to get what he wanted. And she seemed desperate enough that she didn’t mind either, though her only answer to his question was a whimpered moan. Good enough for him.

He pushed deeper and deeper into her with each thrust, muffling his own moans. He was a courteous party member, after all; he didn’t want to wake Ravenwood and Iðun. That, and if they found out he was three-timing them all it probably wouldn’t end pretty. His eyes now adjusted to the dark, he looked down at his pale companion with a glint in his eyes. Albright gazed up at him with a pleading expression, whispering two words he was a bit shocked to hear from her:

<i>”Choke Me~”</i>

Albright was the most basic, vanilla woman he’d ever had the pleasure of bedding; he only tented with her because her insatiability guaranteed that he’d have someone to pump a load into every night. If the other girls were as voracious as she was, he’d much rather have his way with Ravenwood, but who would he be to complain while actively thrusting into a woman?

He wrapped his hand around her neck finger by finger. She exhaled slowly, carefully, controlling herself as her body rocked up and down and his grip tightened around her throat. Her left hand groped around in the darkness until it found his free hand pressed against the floor of the tent, and with something bordering on desperation in her movements she moved it to her throat as well.

Kravi chuckled, more than a little surprised at her sudden turn.

“You want this <i>hard</i>, don’t you?” he asked her rhetorically as she craned her head back, her lips parted silently and her face a mask of pleasure. She nodded as best as she could against his hands, nothing but a choked gurgle coming from her mouth. Her hands gripped his wrists, fingernails digging into his skin; he wasn’t quite sure if her hands were there to pull herself free when she needed to, or to make sure his hands never left her throat.

Her face, he could see through the darkness, was slowly turning red. An image flashed through his mind: Albright’s eyes glassy, her face a sickly purple, foamy saliva at the edges of her mouth… dead. He shook his head to clear it as soon as it arrived; why would he want to kill his ally? The one person in the party who could heal them of their injuries? The one person who he could have sex with any time he likes? His… friend?

But the image returned to his head, and his body shuddered. The more he thought about it the more he had to admit it was <i>extremely</i> hot, and not a moment later he was biting his lip to keep from moaning as he came hard, deep inside Albright. Waves of pleasure crashed through him, his eyes practically rolling back in his head as he rode it out inside her.

Without missing a beat she laid a hand on his chest, and golden light filled the tent. She had cast a spell she called ‘reinvigorate’ on him, allowing him to keep going as if he had not cum at all. In the brief golden light he slowed and looked down at her, realizing that while cumming his grip on her neck had gotten ever tighter. She was smiling, her white teeth in stark contrast to her bluing face. Spittle was slowly bubbling from the corners of her lips, and all he could hear from her was the strained rattle of breaths she couldn’t manage to inhale. She couldn’t breathe at all, but she wasn’t tapping out.

The golden light faded, and he quickened the pace of his thrusts, the image of her face burning bright in his mind. Only then did it hit him: they must have, unknowingly, crossed the border into Caedis and set up camp in its territory, and its magic had already seeped into their bones. That was why Albright wanted to have the life strangled out of her, and why Kravi wanted so direly to give into the carnal urges and kill his friend.

He could feel the blood pumping through her neck against his fingers, just under the supple skin. His fingernails dug into the sides of her neck, and her saliva flowed slowly over his hands. Her body began to jerk erratically, and he felt her tighten around his cock; she was cumming, hard, and the last vestiges of air in her lungs were expelled with a choked moan. The feeling of her deathly throes sent him over the edge effortlessly, and he came a second time as he watched, as best he could in the darkness, the last sparks of life drain from her eyes. His hips bucked forwards involuntarily and his grip tightened one last time, crushing her windpipe with a sickening crack.

Panting, shaking, shuddering, he pulled himself out of Albright’s fresh corpse. He’d taken lives before; he was an adventurer and a thief, after all. But this one felt different. Fresh. Energizing. He felt fantastic, like he could take on the world. He knelt down and brushed Albright’s eyelids shut, muttering a quick prayer to the nation’s goddess to see to her soul.

He sat down cross-legged and gazed at her body for a while. She looked beautiful, peaceful in death. The party would need a new healer if they were going to successfully make it the rest of the way to the dragon’s lair and slay it, but that was a problem to solve tomorrow. Though… he needed to dispose of her body, because if the others found out he killed Albright they might not be very happy with him. He wasn’t very familiar with Caedis (beyond the general knowledge everyone has of the nation, that their citizens were bloodthirsty degenerates who get sexual pleasure from killing and dying thanks to their goddess’ domain, and it should be avoided at all costs), but he didn’t want to risk letting the others see his actions and simply bet on receiving arousal over ire. He pulled his underwear back on quickly and untied the tent flaps, then lifted Albright’s still-warm corpse into a bridal carry and stepped outside. The night breeze ran across his bare skin, cooling off the heat he had worked up.

Standing in front of him were Ravenwood and Iðun. He dropped Albright’s body in surprise, cum leaking out of it onto the grass at their feet. Caught red-handed.

The two women watched the body roll a bit down the slight incline it landed on before looking back up at Kravi, who was paralyzed by shock and indecision.

“Well, we were going to confront you about sleeping around between us, but it looks like you solved that problem for us,” Ravenwood quipped. Iðun elbowed her in the side, scowling at her callousness.

“What? It’s true,” Ravenwood said indignantly, her eyes on Albright while Iðun’s were on Kravi. She shifted her weight to the other foot and bit her lower lip.

“It’s not as if any of us are dating,” Kravi said, stepping back a bit. He adopted a defensive stance, his mind running a million calculations a second to see if he could smoothly get out of this. “What does it matter if I sleep with all three of you? We’re allowed to have a little fun on the road; we should have a little fun, we could die at any minute.”

Ravenwood scoffed. “Evidently.”

Iðun poked at Albright’s body with her toe, sending it further down the incline so she didn’t have to look at it. The magic of Caedis had not seeped nearly as deep into her bones yet as it had for her companions.

“You should have talked to us,” Iðun said, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Ravenwood and I would have let you sleep with us all if we knew.”

“Yeah,” said Ravenwood. “I’d have been sleeping with Iðun, too. She’s smoking hot. But since we’re here…” she trailed off, a smirk on her face. She tossed her arms back, and dark portals appeared behind Kravi. He tried to dive out of the way, but four thick tentacles emerged and grabbed his limbs, lifting him into the air. Panic flashed across Kravi’s face, but it was replaced just as quickly with pain as the tentacles crushed his elbows and knees. Ravenwood stepped forward, eyes darting down to the bulge that had formed underneath his underwear. Even with the pain wracking his body to the point that tears formed in the corners of his eyes, something about it made him want more.

“I thought we were just—” Iðun cried, but Ravenwood cut her off by shoving her towards the restrained Kravi. She pulled a knife from her pocket and handed it to Iðun, wrapping it in her fingers.

“Stab him in the stomach,” Ravenwood whispered into her ear. “Do it.” As she spoke, a dark purple light appeared at her fingertip and she cut his underwear off his body, singeing his thigh in the process.

“Y-you don’t have to do this!” Kravi shouted, his voice cracking uncharacteristically. Iðun wavered for a moment, but the longer she spent inside this nation’s border the more she succumbed to its call. She shoved the knife into his stomach, and pulled it across his abdomen. His cock, rock hard already, twitched involuntarily as he screamed, his cry piercing the cool night. Iðun breathed out shakily, feeling herself slowly getting aroused. Blood and bile poured from Kravi’s abdomen, and she looked back at Ravenwood for approval. Ravenwood nodded, shrugging her robe off her body and letting her hand fall between her legs. Iðun dropped the knife.

Iðun couldn’t deny that she was growing aroused as Kravi whimpered. There was nothing he could do against the tentacles, and even if he could his joints had been demolished. He knew he was done for, even disregarding the massive gash in his stomach.

“Suck his cock while I kill him,” Ravenwood demanded, stepping forward and placing her hand on Iðun’s head. She pushed the woman slowly onto her knees, her other hand pleasuring herself quickly. Once Iðun was on her knees, Ravenwood reached inside Kravi’s wound, the warmth enveloping her hand. She grabbed his intestines at the same moment Iðun’s lips wrapped around his cock, and pulled them out harshly, another scream elicited from Kravi.

He thrusted his hips forward as soon as he felt her lips around his length, forcing her to take him to the base; if he was going out, he was going out on his own terms. Iðun had better give him the best blowjob he's ever received.

She choked for a moment, but accepted the thrust well. Blood poured from his wound onto her head, soaking her hair and pouring over her face. His groans of pain slowly transitioned into moans of pleasure, and Iðun’s choked gurgles made him blush even as his skin grew grey from the blood cascading from his wound. She complied with what she knew he wanted, diving deep onto his cock and bobbing her head back and forth. Drool fell from her lips and his blood took its place, lubricating her throat for him. He thrusted down her throat as hard as he could; if he wanted anything at all before he died, he would love to have her suffocate on his cock and then shoot his load down her dead throat. He’d already suffocated one woman to death tonight, doing the same to another would be—

Ravenwood’s knife sprouted from his chest. He could feel his lung collapse as soon as the knife was pulled from his chest, and he coughed blood — but at the same time premature orgasm crashed into him. Iðun pulled herself free and let him finish over her face, his blood and his cum mixing on it.

Kravi’s vision went hazy, his windpipe and his lung so full of blood he could barely breathe beyond coughing. He tried to speak, but there was nothing he could do but spit up blood. Then he felt the same knife dig into his shoulder, and using all of her physical and magical strength Ravenwood pushed through the flesh and severed his arm. Quicker than thought she did the same to his other arm, and no longer supported by the tentacles he fell backwards. His head cracked hard against the ground, his fading vision full of Ravenwood leaning over him. She tossed the knife back to her companion.

“I changed my mind, Iðun. You looked like you were having fun, and a little birdie told me Kravi was planning from the beginning to slash your pretty little throat after we slew the dragon. So how about you give him the treatment instead?”

Drowning on his blood, he barely parsed the things he was hearing, but Iðun took a dutiful step forward. She leaned down over him and wiped some of his bloody cum off her face with one finger, pressing it to his tongue. Then she smiled warmly and traced the knife across his throat.

The great thief Kravi slipped into darkness, his career ended for good. Ravenwood looked back up at Iðun, proud of her final surviving companion. As the tentacles retreated back into their portals, she took Iðun by the shoulders and licked her face clean, then kissed her warmly. When she pulled away, Iðun was blushing.

“Go, Iðun. Find new allies, slay the dragon, take the money back to your kingdom. You deserve it.” Not sparing any further words, she returned to the tent and grabbed her bag, then walked off into the night and left Iðun standing flustered in the cool air. She was abandoning the quest; after tonight, it didn’t sound like a bad idea to let her patron ravage and kill her.