Warhammer Fantasy: The Scout

by BioDread

The dawn was cold in the high elevations of the Dragon Spine mountains. Liusaidh shook frost from the folds of her black cloak and slid out of the narrow crevasse where she had found shelter for the night.

The mountain wind was sharp as it blew across the beautiful dark elf's face, tugging upon her long, raven ponytail. Liusaidh pulled the heavy cowl of her cloak over her head, pale white hands brushing over the weapons fastened to her belt before she resumed her descent to the southeast, through the clefts and canyons of the Dragon Spine range.

Liusaidh was a dark elf scout, bred for toughness and ferocity. She had left the cold, barren dark elf land of Nagarythe to probe the defenses of the high elves, to see if they had grown complacent and weak. The scout moved swiftly and effortlessly across the jagged mountain face, a shadow in motion. Liusaidh had progressed about halfway down the mountainside, within sight of the high elven Griffon Gate, when she spotted the flyer angling towards her position. The dark elf crouched beneath an long outcropping of rock, freeing her crossbow from her belt, arming the weapon while her almond-shaped eyes remained locked on the approaching sentry. Liusaidh smiled coldly, soon she would draw the blood of an enemy.

*****

Iaera clung to the back of her griffon, golden hair streaming down her back as the graceful bird-creature sailed on the strong winds surrounding the Dragon Spine. Even though she was merely patrolling the range that protected the high elves from their blood-thirsty neighbors, Iaera reveled in the flight, she was one with the griffon that hung suspended over the fertile lands of Ulthuan. The griffon cried out and dove from the sunlit sky, falling swiftly towards the sharp face of the Dragon Spine. Iaera dug her fingers into the griffon's warm feathers, she tried to spot what had attracted her mount's attention.

Liusaidh aimed for the griffon's breast and fired her crossbow. With the first bolt still angling for its target, the dark elf pumped her weapon and fired two more times, hurling slender iron projectiles at the diving avian.

Iaera's mount screamed in agony. Terror wrapped around the elf woman's pounding heart when the griffon froze, its wide wings paralyzed. The wind howled around Iaera as she plummeted toward the Dragon Spine with her motionless mount. The fall was a blur of panic and confusion which ended far too quickly. The griffon smashed into the rock face, its bones snapping audibly as the creature was crushed by the force of its descent. Iaera jumped away from the griffon's body as she had been trained, rolling over and over endlessly until she smacked into a shelf of stone. Iaera lay still for several minutes, shaking violently, her breath ragged. The elf woman reached out with gloved hands and grasped the rock, pulling herself to her feet. Brushing strands of honey-blonde hair from her heart-shaped face, Iaera went to her dead griffon, kneeling beside its broken body to grieve silently.

Iaera frowned when she spied the iron bolt buried deep within the griffon's bloody breast. She yanked out the bolt, disgust upon her face when she realized it was covered in poison.

"Dark Elves!" hissed Iaera, revulsion for her fallen kindred swelling within her breast.

The faint scent of musk and leather warned Iaera too late. An iron bolt punched into the back of the elf woman's right thigh, fire lanced through her entire leg. Grimacing, Iaera drew a dagger and flung it at her attacker. Liusaidh dodged the knife, which threw off her own aim when she fired two more bolts at the kneeling high elf. Iaera slipped over her griffon's wide neck, her mount's corpse absorbing the bolts meant to slay her. The elf woman tied back her waist length blonde hair and glanced at her saddle, where her long bow and arrows were secured. Realizing she couldn't retrieve her bow, Iaera swallowed and slowly unsheathed her enchanted sword, the silver blade inscribed with powerful sigils of strength and speed. She slowed her own ragged breathing, listening for her dark elven foe.

Liusaidh lunged over the griffon's neck, a serrated knife clutched in both pale hands. Iaera blocked the stab with the flat of her blade, then rammed the heel of her right palm into the dark elf's chin. Liusaidh staggered back, gritting her teeth. She pursued the fleeing high elf, dagger upraised in her right fist.

Iaera stumbled down a gentle slope, her right leg heavy with numbness. She spun clumsily when she sensed the dark elf was near, parrying another stab of the evil woman's ugly knife. Liusaidh moved like a swift serpent, drawing a short blade from her belt and slashing at Iaera. The edge of the sword hissed through Iaera's leather tunic, drawing a thin red line across her flat belly.

The high elf woman staggered back, the dark elf's poison was flowing through her veins, sapping her strength. Liusaidh's thin, purple lips curved into a cruel smile, she knew that the high elf would soon be at her mercy. Silver sword and iron blades rang against each other, echoing up the slopes of the Dragon Spine. Iaera's right leg collapsed beneath her, the elf woman fell heavily, her sword leaping away from limp fingers.

Liusaidh knelt near the high elf's head, she reached down to stroke the unconscious woman's soft, shimmering hair.

*****

When Iaera regained consciousness, she lay outstretched upon her back, wrists tied together over her stomach, ankles bound tightly with matching leather cord. She was in a small cave, a smokeless fire snapped a short distance away.

The dark elf sat next to Iaera, hard, dark blue eyes examining the bound woman as if she were a new form of insect. Iaera attempted to speak, to ask what the dark elf was going to do with her, although she had several nasty ideas that she had learned about from stories told by elven veterans. Iaera could not speak, however, she was inhibited by a strip of leather tied firmly between her jaws. The dark elf had discarded her long, black cloak, she wore a plain, black leather vest and snug breeches. The dark elf's long, full, black hair was unbound, it cascaded down her back and over her slender shoulders. Liusaidh reached down and traced a fingertip along the high elf's slender throat, descending to the collar of her leather tunic. Iaera drew a sharp breath through her gag when the dark elf began untying her tunic, baring the tops of her milky white breasts. Liusaidh slipped her right hand into Iaera's shirt, cool, thin fingers enfolding the elf woman's tit and squeezing gently. Iaera's angelic face glowed, her skin became flushed. Liusaidh buried her nose in the high elf's warm hair, she licked the woman's neck. Iaera moaned softly into her gag as the dark elf massaged her breast, teasing her left nipple until it was engorged and stiff. Liusaidh kissed Iaera's left cheek, tasted the elf woman's flesh. She jerked down Iaera's tunic, freeing her left tit, the nipple erect and golden-brown. Groaning with lustful hunger, Liusaidh fastened her mouth on Iaera's breast and started sucking sharply, her tongue stroking the tip of the pliant tit.

Iaera groaned louder into her gag when the dark elf reached between her thighs, rubbing her crotch slowly. Iaera gnawed on the strip of leather between her teeth, she panted while Liusaidh opened her breeches and thrust a hand inside. Cool fingers caressed Iaera's pussy, her cunt became moist as the dark elf woman stroked up and down, Liusaidh tugging on Iaera's tit with her violet lips. Two fingers dipped into Iaera's cunt, she bit the gag harder, her hips beginning to move as Liusaidh explored deeper, plunging her digits to the knuckles within the elf woman's slick pussy. The dark elf lapped Iaera's left breast, then ran her tongue between the blonde woman's tits, relishing the bound elf's sweet, hot flesh. Liusaidh sucked on Iaera's right breast, biting the aching nipple hard, her hand busy inside the high elf's breeches, making Iaera's cunt ooze with sticky nectar.

Planting kisses on Iaera's graceful throat, Liusaidh sat over the tied elf's ankles, tugging down the slender woman's tight breeches. The smell of Iaera's aroused pussy filled Liusaidh's nostrils as she buried her face between the elf woman's closed legs, her tongue flicking over Iaera's swollen clitoris. Iaera shivered, the leather wrapped around her wrists biting into her soft flesh while the dark elf slurped on her cunt, lips sucking on her blood-engorged labia, tongue slipping into the narrow slit of her blonde-furred pussy. Goose-flesh covered Iaera's bare breasts, the cold cavern air kept her nipples hard as Liusaidh devoured her sex, ravenous lips sucking in the wet folds of her cunt. Iaera squeezed her eyes shut when she orgasmed, ashamed of her body's weakness even as overwhelming ecstasy spread from her squirting pussy. The dark elf dug sharp nails into Iaera's smooth buttocks even as she pressed her tongue across the trembling opening of the elf woman's cunt, every drop of thick honey delicious beyond description. Iaera slipped back into oblivion, exhausted and spent from the dark elf's wanton attentions.

*****

The trip back to Nagarythe was much more pleasant than the journey into Ulthuan. Liusaidh took her pleasure of the captured elf woman every night, she took malicious delight in making the golden-maned high elf climax in ever more shameful ways. At last the dark elf scout and her prisoner left the Dragon Spine and joined a dark elven camp. Liusaidh watched dark elf warriors take the bound high elf away, the woman would reveal much about her homeland's defenses before she was sacrificed in a blood orgy to Khaine, the Bloody-Handed God. The dark elf scout hefted her new bag of gold and went in search of a tavern tent, she had quite a tale to tell her comrades.

The End.