Dreams of the Storm’s sensual body embracing him filled Sabuk’s sleep. He imagined the warmth of her large round bosoms - the female entity’s large swollen nipples in his mouth. He felt the thickness of her ample backside - its roundness receiving his engorged manhood.
Then the dreams became nightmares as she roared out in supernatural defiance. The air froze. The sky cracked. Sabuk screamed in agony as he felt his body torn apart by primordial forces.
Sabuk woke from his slumber.
He gasped as his nightmare faded and his vision quickly adjusted enough to see Blackstone towering over him in his room.
“S-sir Blackstone?”
The moonlight glinted and danced down the armored man’s presence. His eyes simmered in the darkness.
“Come, boy,” he answered, “I will take you away from this place. I have encountered places where you may live in peace. Away from here.”
“Why?”
Blackstone turned and stopped in his exit. He looked back over his shoulder slightly.
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“No town is worth saving if it will sacrifice its innocents to survive.”
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The door to Sabuk’s family home opened and it was not a moment later that Blackstone and he looked upon their blocked exit.
Surrounding the small abode was a collection of the town’s fighting males.
At the front of the armed presence was town leader Manning. Safely behind the makeshift army stood Devant.
Blackstone narrowed his gaze at the robed man.
Devant felt the threatening stare.
Blackstone turned his attention to the townspeople surrounding him.
“Some of you know who I am,” the wanderer began, “None of you want what I can do...”
The armored man’s hands slid to his sides.
“Please, sir Blackstone,” Sabuk said with pleading in his eyes, “Show them mercy…!”
As Blackstone debated the level of dispensing his ire, the air froze and all those gathered could see their terrified breaths misting in the air. Skin shivered. But only partially from the cold, mostly from fear.
The Storm manifested again.
This time, the creature flash froze a gate wall and shattered it with ease.
She levitated inside the town, her voice echoing over all.
Lightning danced in the clouds directly overhead. Thunder rolled in and shook the town of Fort.
The Storm hovered there in her majestic and terrifying nubile form. Power crept in arcs off of her sexual body. Her eyes glowed bright white, her nipples shined with reflective brilliance and every curve of her tall, magnificent body was threatening to anything mortal.
“IT IS TOO LATE!” she decreed, her voice echoed and trembled all below her. “RELEASE ME BEFORE SUNRISE OR I DESTROY THIS TOWN! I WILL WAIT FOR MY TRIBUTE IN THE CLEARING OUTSIDE OF TOWN!”
The creature was gone.
Her threat remained.
Sabuk looked up at the armored man who inhaled deeply.