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Seduction
Author: Bird
Fandom: LOTR World…AU…but also inspired by Coleridge's Cristabel...
Title: Seduction
Series: From the Half Breed World…
Characters: Unnamed Elleth, Were-worm creature in two forms (dragon and humanoid), elfling (Saironisse), and ellon…
Warnings: Non-con sexual situation – Elf/Were-worm (not actually as freaky as one might think…;) ) Violent birth scene…character death.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: I know I haven’t touched upon it yet, but Saironisse is a major character in Half Breeds and has a complete past before she sides with Nurwe. This is the story of her conception and were her powers come from. It is not completely explained yet in Half Breeds the full extent of her powers…but it will be…this is just a prequel to that story …
AN* - Were-worms…creatures of Melkor’s design…might or might not be a shape-shifter, but for the purposes of this story it is, changing between a dragon-form and a humanoid one.
FEEDBACK is definitely welcome, regarding everything and anything...
The lady sprang up suddenly,
The lovely lady, Christabel!
It moaned as near, as near can be,
But what it is she cannot tell.--
On the other side it seems to be,
Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree.
(Coleridge, ‘Christabel’)
‘Unnaturally hot.’ That is the only way the elleth could describe the murky dark, wet heat of the southern jungle. She could barely breath for the moisture. Buzzing insects drove her mad, and she cursed herself again for leaving the safety, or at least arid cool climate, of the northern lands. But not that it would have mattered, she could not have stayed there, and either way, she would have found herself here anyway.
Her hair, plastered to her head, hung in dark gold tendrils down her temples, over her cheeks, ending at her chin. She had dared to saw through the tangle masses of her waist length tresses to add comfort to her travel. It was not a clean cut, and the varying lengths stood out.
Blisters had formed on her heels and ankles, her boots rubbing her skin raw. Soft leaves and cloth were stuck inside the shoes, but it did not seem to aid in alleviating her pain.
Roots seemed to jump up, branches reach out, and vines to dangle precariously, and all caused her to stumble repeatedly.
‘I thought the First Born were graceful…’ Her jaded mind questioned sardonically.
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‘What do I see? One of the Children? Mortal? Immortal? Why is she here in my land?’
Claws dug into the earth, scales glinting in the scatterings of light through the dense leaves hanging overhead. Shimmering eyes, flaming orbs, smoky irises watch the elleth hack her way through the thick vegetation with her pitiful excuse for a weapon.
‘It probably is not even sharp…’ A black forked tongue snaked out, caressing serrated teeth and scaly lips. Leathery, jet wings rippled slightly in a faint breeze.
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‘Something is watching.’ She paused, her ears straining for the hint of danger beyond the chirps and howls of the jungle animals. This was not her home, and so much was unfamiliar.
White fingers clutched the leather bound hilt of her knife, long and pointed, and very dull now. At least it would hurt if she were able to puncture anything with it.
So still, so quiet, she stood scanning the trees surrounding her, the faded and tattered blue fabric of her clothing sticking to her body. Nervous, sweat trickled down, down behind her ears, her neck, arms…breasts, thighs…
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‘I can smell the fear. She is a First Born; I see the little points of her ears. Come to me, tasty little morsel. Let me eat you…I can smell your sweat, the perfect elixir.’
The black tongue slipped back between the Creature’s lips, and it began to move forward. Hulking in size, scales iridescent and glittering, the Creature lumbered toward the elleth. Flaming eyes darkened, the slit irises growing rounder till they claimed the entirety of the orbs. Light reflected, refracted from the glowing eyes watching her growing panic.
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‘What is that? White, glowing…a vision?’ Panic rose in her throat, tightening her windpipe. ‘Cannot breath. What is that coming toward me?’
Her knuckles turned white, and she gripped the knife tighter, holding it out from her body, slashing erratically at the air.
It was tall, surrounded in shimmering white, swirling clouds. ‘Or is that cloth? What is it?’ Black hair contrasted severely with the pale skin and cloud-cloth. ‘Male? Female? Valar?’
“Iluvátar?” Her hoarse whisper barely escapes her lip. But the thing chuckled and shook that mane of raven hair negatively. ‘Does it have a face? Lips? Eyes?’
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‘Nice. This form is so much easier to move about in…’ Closer the Creature walked, delighted by the shocked expression of the Child. ‘Master will be most pleased; not many of this kind come here…at least none this pure…’
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‘I am trembling; I can feel the bones within me rattle. This is bad…need to leave…escape…this is not a creature of the Ainur…or if it is, not the good kind…’ Her legs failed her command and would not move.
Something brushed against her booted foot. Slithered and hissed, it wound once around her left foot. She looked down. A snake. A large black snake, head cocked to the side, regarding her, leveling with her. Slipping its tongue out in a hiss, the snake turned and slid across the jungle floor to its master.
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‘That is right, my pet. Hook your tail around her foot; pull her to the floor.’ The Creature smiled, and then dimmed its inner glowing light. The elleth barely gasped when she fell onto her back against the soft mossy ground, so soft…so squishy.
‘I have never taken a First Born, and I tire of seducing the Second Born…they die too easily.’
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‘My foot. Those scales wrapping around it…’ With the flick of its tail, the snake brought her down. Then the glowing Creature seemed to stop shining, and the light began to dull revealing facial features and a malicious grin.
‘Those scales…how long is that snake. Its tail…is it caressing my leg?’
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‘I will take her. Now.’ It approached, and with the wave of a long, elegant hand sent the snake away. She visibly shuddered her relief at the snake’s exit, and the Creature smiled deeper. ‘So sweet, so sweaty…I can smell her innocence. Perhaps she will be my carrier…’
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‘What does it want from me? Why am I lying here on the ground with it standing over me…is it male…female? Is this my punishment?’ The elleth sank her fingers deep into the moist earth and closed her eyes in terror. Her body tensed when she felt soft, airy fingers touch her cheek.
Blue eyes flickered open to be greeted by a face of exuberant purity and a kindly smile. A thumb stroked her cheek right below her eye, a warm palm and fingers gently caressing. Across her lips the thumb roamed, pressing and tingling her skin.
“You have dared to enter my jungle…”
‘That voice so musical…’ Her fear began to melt away though distrust of the situation remained. It bent forward, lips pressing against her forehead.
“You are mine; do not fear me.” So reassuring, so comforting, the creature’s kiss sucked out the doubts and distrust from her mind and left nothing but a warm, floating sensation rippling through her body.
Down her forehead, over her nose to full lips, dry and cracked from dehydration, the creature planted tender kisses. ‘I will save you from this predicament, and you will serve me.’
“I will lie with you tonight. Remove this shirt so obstructing, these trousers so confining. Reveal your breast to me.”
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Her mind flew far beyond her reach, and she could not grasp it. Involuntarily, a hand shot out in response to the creature’s words, grasping at its swirling robes. Her fingers wrapped around what felt to be air or extremely fine silk. She pressed forward with her hand to its chest, but she could not touch it.
“Do not torture me!” She gasped and arched her back off the ground. Something had found its way into her clothing, something warm and wet. Her mind clouded further.
“You cannot touch me, but I will touch you.” She could not even begin to comprehend. Again something wriggled beneath her clothing, and her eyes began to fail her, rolling into the back of her head so only the whites could be seen.
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‘I will make you scream with pleasure, oh cursed elleth.’ With a thought, the elleth’s clothing could be easily removed, but the creature opted to wait. Mind-tricks of the most powerful kind could keep her writhing on the floor, and the creature would never have to even touch her. But then the elleth would not be a carrier…that required physical contact.
Hands slid further under her shirt till the under rise of her breasts could be felt. Nails pinched hardened nubs, and a pained cry escaped her lips.
Gone was the shirt. ‘Let me taste you, First Born…’ Lips, tongue, teeth made contact with the soft flesh of jumpy breasts, her breathing erratic with her loss of control over her mind. ‘You even taste pure; have you never felt such a touch before?’
Her trousers disappeared.
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Something was different. It felt as though something had entered her body, a sharp sucking sensation of wind whirling up through her body into her belly. But still she could not open her eyes. She could not even reach up to the creature, to touch it again. Her whole body began to feel as lead, sinking further into the ground.
Then it happened, almost like what she expected a warrior being speared would. It broke through a tight barrier, and the pain exploded in the back of her head. She could not be sure if her cries were aloud, but they echoed through her mind, reverberating of the back of her skulls and coming forward again, back and forth.
The mist of the creature completely engulfed her, and soon the pain receded, her body and mind reeling with a most pleasurable sensation.
‘Can you feel me in your mind, First Born?’ Gentle words to soothe and caress the elleth. Mentally it stroked her, nuzzling her mind, comforting her. Relaxing her into a receiving mode.
She felt something slide along her throat and face.
'The taste of salt...delicious... Except me, now.’ So gone was her mind, she could not refuse, and her body opened to the creature.
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Her eyes flickered open, greeted by the darkness of the jungle and the chirping of the night animals. Blankly she stared at the canopy above, barely making out the sparkling star hidden between the black leaves.
Her entire body ached and was slick with sweat. Hot and cold flashed over her body uncontrollably, and the irrepressible urge to retch overcame her. Barely turning over in time, she spilled what little she had in her stomach on the ground, and then continued to dry heave for a few moments.
Then she felt it. Something moved inside her belly. Nay, it did not move! It slithered and wiggled before settling and disappearing…
A hiss brought her attention to her left, and a giant black snake lay coiled beside her, its gold eyes leveling with her.
‘You are the carrier; we will be watching over you…’
Fear and a desperate understanding dawned on her. ‘This my curse!’ She cried out with her mind…
From within the shadows, the creature, once again in its natural form, watched the elleth and communicated with her through its pet.
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“Sweet fucking-Eru…” The elf let out a quiet curse, his eyes wide with wonder and disgust. Never had he seen such a thing… This elleth terrified him, and he’d known with foreboding that he should have turned her away the first moment he’d seen her. Now she had brought this horrific being into the world.
What horrified him more was the unusual number of snakes that had surrounded his tree-dwelling since her arrival. Sentinels, that was the only way he could describe them, ever watching over her and this…this…this THING… He cursed her for disrupting his perfect solitude, having lived quietly alone for a century till now.
One moment he clutched a foot, the next it was a scaly golden tail. The sight of this peeking from between the elleth’s blood-soaked thighs was nearly enough to make him want to abandon her to a kinder fate of death.
‘With what unholy beast have you lain? Oh, cursed Elleth!’ However, something inside him kept him inside the dwelling, somehow knowing that outside, if he left her and the monster-babe to die, the snakes would punish him. Once he’d gone to the door, and the menacing glare of the creatures was enough to make him turn back to the shrieking elleth.
He could tell the mother was weakening beyond repair, and she would not survive the birth. Never had he birthed a child before, and he was at a loss of what to do.
Back and forth the child alternated between foot and tail, as if it could not decide what it was.
“Come back to my side!” The cry startled the elf from his thoughts, and he ran to her side, helplessly clutching her hand.
“What do you need?” He winced when she faced him, her sunken face, grey with impending death.
“Reach in and pull her out. This is part of the curse; I will die, and she will live in her half-life. She must leave my womb as a babe! That is the only way to save her soul!” A wave of pain shot through her body, and she screamed, arching her body off the bed. “DO IT NOW!”
He jumped and ran to wait between her legs, his whole body shuddering with panic and fear.
‘Reach in and pull her out.’ Such simple words…such a hard action… Tail. Foot. Tail. Foot…leg. Tail. Some progress.
When the tail appeared, his forced one hand into her dilated opening. The sudden pressure of the babe’s elven form shocked him, smashing his hands against the elleth’s insides, and he cried out with his own pain. Then the pressure was replaced by the wiggling creature again, and in a quick movement, he slipped his other hand inside, grasping the ‘thing’ and sudden pressure again. Her shrieking intensified now that his filled her as well.
‘Just pull…’
“ERU DAMNIT!!! PULL!!!” Her curses filled the room, and he felt the babe again. In her last breath, she pushed and he pulled. The cracking of bones and tearing of skin hit his mind, and his spirit crushed with understanding of what had just happened.
Falling back, he watched her form crumple to the floor again, this time unmoving, non-breathing. His mind barely registered the wailing of the babe in his hands.
Then all was quiet.
First looking down at the babe, he stared in wonder at the brown-hued eyes and gasped at the slit irises. ‘Oh, foul creature,’ he reeled.
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The creature stood outside the dwelling, floating, hovering beside the door. Its sentinels slithered about its feet, and it smiled at the events within. Misting again, it slipped inside, just behind the ellon that held its half-child. The smile dropped… She had been born in her human state.
So the snakes would not be able to care for her, but this ellon could.
‘Elf…’ The words drifted silkily through the ellon’s mind. ‘You are now charged with her care…’
“No!” The soft gasp escaped before he turned to face the smoky being. In a protective act he did not register, he clutched the babe to his chest and backed away from the creature.
‘What is your name, elf…? For I would know who to curse with terrors beyond your meager comprehension should you decline or fail…’
With one last look to the golden elleth on the floor, and then a turn to the babe, its sandy gold hair matching that of its mother, he looked up straight to the creature. His faded blue eyes, lighter than the sky watered slightly, and he bit back the tears.
“Urewe…”
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The child remained nameless, raised by the inexperience ellon. Never once did he see her change like he had at her birth. Her irises remained oddly slit.
Urewe had been blessed with a mild tempered child, her demeanor leaning toward calm and helpful. Except for the ferocity of her birth and death of her mother, and the constant presence of the Sentinels, he almost forgot what she really was.
And she grew; reaching to only his shoulder, she grew lovely. But a wildness also emerged as she reached her majority. Soon it became disturbing, and her eyes began glowing, the irises widening to perfect circles and appearing like glass marbles surrounded by a thin edge of brown, the nut surrounded by shell.
Then it happened. The day the blood first flowed from between her legs she disappeared. He searched frantically for her all about the trees and dwelling. It was weeks later when the golden snake first appeared.
It dawned on him, when the snake did not attack but instead slithered up to him, circling around his feet.
Seven feet long, it was not very impressive in length, and its head was barely the size of his fist. But those eyes were hers; he would know them anywhere.
The snake coiled in front of him, leveling with him visually before raising its head as high as it could without disrupting its coil. A mist, reminiscent of the other creature so many years previous, formed around the snake, and after what seemed an eternity, the elleth stepped through.
She had changed, her skin seemed more golden, her eyes brighter.
“It is completed…” Her voice trailed off, and he noted the fear in her eyes. She had finally become a shape-shifter.
Fandom: LOTR World…AU…but also inspired by Coleridge's Cristabel...
Title: Seduction
Series: From the Half Breed World…
Characters: Unnamed Elleth, Were-worm creature in two forms (dragon and humanoid), elfling (Saironisse), and ellon…
Warnings: Non-con sexual situation – Elf/Were-worm (not actually as freaky as one might think…;) ) Violent birth scene…character death.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: I know I haven’t touched upon it yet, but Saironisse is a major character in Half Breeds and has a complete past before she sides with Nurwe. This is the story of her conception and were her powers come from. It is not completely explained yet in Half Breeds the full extent of her powers…but it will be…this is just a prequel to that story …
AN* - Were-worms…creatures of Melkor’s design…might or might not be a shape-shifter, but for the purposes of this story it is, changing between a dragon-form and a humanoid one.
FEEDBACK is definitely welcome, regarding everything and anything...
The lady sprang up suddenly,
The lovely lady, Christabel!
It moaned as near, as near can be,
But what it is she cannot tell.--
On the other side it seems to be,
Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree.
(Coleridge, ‘Christabel’)
‘Unnaturally hot.’ That is the only way the elleth could describe the murky dark, wet heat of the southern jungle. She could barely breath for the moisture. Buzzing insects drove her mad, and she cursed herself again for leaving the safety, or at least arid cool climate, of the northern lands. But not that it would have mattered, she could not have stayed there, and either way, she would have found herself here anyway.
Her hair, plastered to her head, hung in dark gold tendrils down her temples, over her cheeks, ending at her chin. She had dared to saw through the tangle masses of her waist length tresses to add comfort to her travel. It was not a clean cut, and the varying lengths stood out.
Blisters had formed on her heels and ankles, her boots rubbing her skin raw. Soft leaves and cloth were stuck inside the shoes, but it did not seem to aid in alleviating her pain.
Roots seemed to jump up, branches reach out, and vines to dangle precariously, and all caused her to stumble repeatedly.
‘I thought the First Born were graceful…’ Her jaded mind questioned sardonically.
------
‘What do I see? One of the Children? Mortal? Immortal? Why is she here in my land?’
Claws dug into the earth, scales glinting in the scatterings of light through the dense leaves hanging overhead. Shimmering eyes, flaming orbs, smoky irises watch the elleth hack her way through the thick vegetation with her pitiful excuse for a weapon.
‘It probably is not even sharp…’ A black forked tongue snaked out, caressing serrated teeth and scaly lips. Leathery, jet wings rippled slightly in a faint breeze.
------
‘Something is watching.’ She paused, her ears straining for the hint of danger beyond the chirps and howls of the jungle animals. This was not her home, and so much was unfamiliar.
White fingers clutched the leather bound hilt of her knife, long and pointed, and very dull now. At least it would hurt if she were able to puncture anything with it.
So still, so quiet, she stood scanning the trees surrounding her, the faded and tattered blue fabric of her clothing sticking to her body. Nervous, sweat trickled down, down behind her ears, her neck, arms…breasts, thighs…
------
‘I can smell the fear. She is a First Born; I see the little points of her ears. Come to me, tasty little morsel. Let me eat you…I can smell your sweat, the perfect elixir.’
The black tongue slipped back between the Creature’s lips, and it began to move forward. Hulking in size, scales iridescent and glittering, the Creature lumbered toward the elleth. Flaming eyes darkened, the slit irises growing rounder till they claimed the entirety of the orbs. Light reflected, refracted from the glowing eyes watching her growing panic.
------
‘What is that? White, glowing…a vision?’ Panic rose in her throat, tightening her windpipe. ‘Cannot breath. What is that coming toward me?’
Her knuckles turned white, and she gripped the knife tighter, holding it out from her body, slashing erratically at the air.
It was tall, surrounded in shimmering white, swirling clouds. ‘Or is that cloth? What is it?’ Black hair contrasted severely with the pale skin and cloud-cloth. ‘Male? Female? Valar?’
“Iluvátar?” Her hoarse whisper barely escapes her lip. But the thing chuckled and shook that mane of raven hair negatively. ‘Does it have a face? Lips? Eyes?’
------
‘Nice. This form is so much easier to move about in…’ Closer the Creature walked, delighted by the shocked expression of the Child. ‘Master will be most pleased; not many of this kind come here…at least none this pure…’
------
‘I am trembling; I can feel the bones within me rattle. This is bad…need to leave…escape…this is not a creature of the Ainur…or if it is, not the good kind…’ Her legs failed her command and would not move.
Something brushed against her booted foot. Slithered and hissed, it wound once around her left foot. She looked down. A snake. A large black snake, head cocked to the side, regarding her, leveling with her. Slipping its tongue out in a hiss, the snake turned and slid across the jungle floor to its master.
-------
‘That is right, my pet. Hook your tail around her foot; pull her to the floor.’ The Creature smiled, and then dimmed its inner glowing light. The elleth barely gasped when she fell onto her back against the soft mossy ground, so soft…so squishy.
‘I have never taken a First Born, and I tire of seducing the Second Born…they die too easily.’
-------
‘My foot. Those scales wrapping around it…’ With the flick of its tail, the snake brought her down. Then the glowing Creature seemed to stop shining, and the light began to dull revealing facial features and a malicious grin.
‘Those scales…how long is that snake. Its tail…is it caressing my leg?’
-------
‘I will take her. Now.’ It approached, and with the wave of a long, elegant hand sent the snake away. She visibly shuddered her relief at the snake’s exit, and the Creature smiled deeper. ‘So sweet, so sweaty…I can smell her innocence. Perhaps she will be my carrier…’
-------
‘What does it want from me? Why am I lying here on the ground with it standing over me…is it male…female? Is this my punishment?’ The elleth sank her fingers deep into the moist earth and closed her eyes in terror. Her body tensed when she felt soft, airy fingers touch her cheek.
Blue eyes flickered open to be greeted by a face of exuberant purity and a kindly smile. A thumb stroked her cheek right below her eye, a warm palm and fingers gently caressing. Across her lips the thumb roamed, pressing and tingling her skin.
“You have dared to enter my jungle…”
‘That voice so musical…’ Her fear began to melt away though distrust of the situation remained. It bent forward, lips pressing against her forehead.
“You are mine; do not fear me.” So reassuring, so comforting, the creature’s kiss sucked out the doubts and distrust from her mind and left nothing but a warm, floating sensation rippling through her body.
Down her forehead, over her nose to full lips, dry and cracked from dehydration, the creature planted tender kisses. ‘I will save you from this predicament, and you will serve me.’
“I will lie with you tonight. Remove this shirt so obstructing, these trousers so confining. Reveal your breast to me.”
-------
Her mind flew far beyond her reach, and she could not grasp it. Involuntarily, a hand shot out in response to the creature’s words, grasping at its swirling robes. Her fingers wrapped around what felt to be air or extremely fine silk. She pressed forward with her hand to its chest, but she could not touch it.
“Do not torture me!” She gasped and arched her back off the ground. Something had found its way into her clothing, something warm and wet. Her mind clouded further.
“You cannot touch me, but I will touch you.” She could not even begin to comprehend. Again something wriggled beneath her clothing, and her eyes began to fail her, rolling into the back of her head so only the whites could be seen.
-------
‘I will make you scream with pleasure, oh cursed elleth.’ With a thought, the elleth’s clothing could be easily removed, but the creature opted to wait. Mind-tricks of the most powerful kind could keep her writhing on the floor, and the creature would never have to even touch her. But then the elleth would not be a carrier…that required physical contact.
Hands slid further under her shirt till the under rise of her breasts could be felt. Nails pinched hardened nubs, and a pained cry escaped her lips.
Gone was the shirt. ‘Let me taste you, First Born…’ Lips, tongue, teeth made contact with the soft flesh of jumpy breasts, her breathing erratic with her loss of control over her mind. ‘You even taste pure; have you never felt such a touch before?’
Her trousers disappeared.
-------
Something was different. It felt as though something had entered her body, a sharp sucking sensation of wind whirling up through her body into her belly. But still she could not open her eyes. She could not even reach up to the creature, to touch it again. Her whole body began to feel as lead, sinking further into the ground.
Then it happened, almost like what she expected a warrior being speared would. It broke through a tight barrier, and the pain exploded in the back of her head. She could not be sure if her cries were aloud, but they echoed through her mind, reverberating of the back of her skulls and coming forward again, back and forth.
The mist of the creature completely engulfed her, and soon the pain receded, her body and mind reeling with a most pleasurable sensation.
‘Can you feel me in your mind, First Born?’ Gentle words to soothe and caress the elleth. Mentally it stroked her, nuzzling her mind, comforting her. Relaxing her into a receiving mode.
She felt something slide along her throat and face.
'The taste of salt...delicious... Except me, now.’ So gone was her mind, she could not refuse, and her body opened to the creature.
----------
Her eyes flickered open, greeted by the darkness of the jungle and the chirping of the night animals. Blankly she stared at the canopy above, barely making out the sparkling star hidden between the black leaves.
Her entire body ached and was slick with sweat. Hot and cold flashed over her body uncontrollably, and the irrepressible urge to retch overcame her. Barely turning over in time, she spilled what little she had in her stomach on the ground, and then continued to dry heave for a few moments.
Then she felt it. Something moved inside her belly. Nay, it did not move! It slithered and wiggled before settling and disappearing…
A hiss brought her attention to her left, and a giant black snake lay coiled beside her, its gold eyes leveling with her.
‘You are the carrier; we will be watching over you…’
Fear and a desperate understanding dawned on her. ‘This my curse!’ She cried out with her mind…
From within the shadows, the creature, once again in its natural form, watched the elleth and communicated with her through its pet.
-------
“Sweet fucking-Eru…” The elf let out a quiet curse, his eyes wide with wonder and disgust. Never had he seen such a thing… This elleth terrified him, and he’d known with foreboding that he should have turned her away the first moment he’d seen her. Now she had brought this horrific being into the world.
What horrified him more was the unusual number of snakes that had surrounded his tree-dwelling since her arrival. Sentinels, that was the only way he could describe them, ever watching over her and this…this…this THING… He cursed her for disrupting his perfect solitude, having lived quietly alone for a century till now.
One moment he clutched a foot, the next it was a scaly golden tail. The sight of this peeking from between the elleth’s blood-soaked thighs was nearly enough to make him want to abandon her to a kinder fate of death.
‘With what unholy beast have you lain? Oh, cursed Elleth!’ However, something inside him kept him inside the dwelling, somehow knowing that outside, if he left her and the monster-babe to die, the snakes would punish him. Once he’d gone to the door, and the menacing glare of the creatures was enough to make him turn back to the shrieking elleth.
He could tell the mother was weakening beyond repair, and she would not survive the birth. Never had he birthed a child before, and he was at a loss of what to do.
Back and forth the child alternated between foot and tail, as if it could not decide what it was.
“Come back to my side!” The cry startled the elf from his thoughts, and he ran to her side, helplessly clutching her hand.
“What do you need?” He winced when she faced him, her sunken face, grey with impending death.
“Reach in and pull her out. This is part of the curse; I will die, and she will live in her half-life. She must leave my womb as a babe! That is the only way to save her soul!” A wave of pain shot through her body, and she screamed, arching her body off the bed. “DO IT NOW!”
He jumped and ran to wait between her legs, his whole body shuddering with panic and fear.
‘Reach in and pull her out.’ Such simple words…such a hard action… Tail. Foot. Tail. Foot…leg. Tail. Some progress.
When the tail appeared, his forced one hand into her dilated opening. The sudden pressure of the babe’s elven form shocked him, smashing his hands against the elleth’s insides, and he cried out with his own pain. Then the pressure was replaced by the wiggling creature again, and in a quick movement, he slipped his other hand inside, grasping the ‘thing’ and sudden pressure again. Her shrieking intensified now that his filled her as well.
‘Just pull…’
“ERU DAMNIT!!! PULL!!!” Her curses filled the room, and he felt the babe again. In her last breath, she pushed and he pulled. The cracking of bones and tearing of skin hit his mind, and his spirit crushed with understanding of what had just happened.
Falling back, he watched her form crumple to the floor again, this time unmoving, non-breathing. His mind barely registered the wailing of the babe in his hands.
Then all was quiet.
First looking down at the babe, he stared in wonder at the brown-hued eyes and gasped at the slit irises. ‘Oh, foul creature,’ he reeled.
-------
The creature stood outside the dwelling, floating, hovering beside the door. Its sentinels slithered about its feet, and it smiled at the events within. Misting again, it slipped inside, just behind the ellon that held its half-child. The smile dropped… She had been born in her human state.
So the snakes would not be able to care for her, but this ellon could.
‘Elf…’ The words drifted silkily through the ellon’s mind. ‘You are now charged with her care…’
“No!” The soft gasp escaped before he turned to face the smoky being. In a protective act he did not register, he clutched the babe to his chest and backed away from the creature.
‘What is your name, elf…? For I would know who to curse with terrors beyond your meager comprehension should you decline or fail…’
With one last look to the golden elleth on the floor, and then a turn to the babe, its sandy gold hair matching that of its mother, he looked up straight to the creature. His faded blue eyes, lighter than the sky watered slightly, and he bit back the tears.
“Urewe…”
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The child remained nameless, raised by the inexperience ellon. Never once did he see her change like he had at her birth. Her irises remained oddly slit.
Urewe had been blessed with a mild tempered child, her demeanor leaning toward calm and helpful. Except for the ferocity of her birth and death of her mother, and the constant presence of the Sentinels, he almost forgot what she really was.
And she grew; reaching to only his shoulder, she grew lovely. But a wildness also emerged as she reached her majority. Soon it became disturbing, and her eyes began glowing, the irises widening to perfect circles and appearing like glass marbles surrounded by a thin edge of brown, the nut surrounded by shell.
Then it happened. The day the blood first flowed from between her legs she disappeared. He searched frantically for her all about the trees and dwelling. It was weeks later when the golden snake first appeared.
It dawned on him, when the snake did not attack but instead slithered up to him, circling around his feet.
Seven feet long, it was not very impressive in length, and its head was barely the size of his fist. But those eyes were hers; he would know them anywhere.
The snake coiled in front of him, leveling with him visually before raising its head as high as it could without disrupting its coil. A mist, reminiscent of the other creature so many years previous, formed around the snake, and after what seemed an eternity, the elleth stepped through.
She had changed, her skin seemed more golden, her eyes brighter.
“It is completed…” Her voice trailed off, and he noted the fear in her eyes. She had finally become a shape-shifter.