This is a continuation of ERUNDUR: ARRIVAL, and it's the smut part of it :3
E: no, she’ll be fine for a bit. let’s find someone who thinks he’s all that..
>> Erundur is flying over the island of the far away continent. Just having discovered his sister is dead, he’s trying to distract his thoughts. Just having expressed the most direct anger at himself at a rock, he’s feeling better, but still... After flying for a bit, Erundur, flying next to his vessel, arrive at the port they arrived from. They land, and walk through the street.
E: you know.. if they know about me, and are scared of me.. how about I hide at first~
E*: heh, that sounds fun, scare them later on??
> the bird flies up, and sits on one of the roofs. He takes control of his vessel, and whenever the vessel gets far away, he flies to another roof.
> Erundur, the vessel, that is, is walking through the streets of the town. The orange sun is illuminating his orange clothes from behind, as he slowly approaches the sea, the smell of fish becoming more and more intense. The wind blows through his long, black hair, and he stretches.
Then, he hears some laughing and shouting. It’s from inside a building, there’s a busy bar. He enters.
The floor is sticky from the spilled drinks, and as he walks, people accidently bump him around. He has a small posture, even in Sovã, and here.. it’s even worse. Erundur, the bird, flies in silently, and sits on a beam at the ceiling.
Here, he should be able to find someone shitty to distract himself with, to.. get rid of his bad feelings.
Silently, he sits down at the bar, between two large, roughlooking men who smell like fish. He points at one of the drinks, and puts a golden coin from Sovã on the table. The bartender laughs at him, and says something Erundur can’t understand.
E: I don’t understand that.
> the bartender looks confused for a bit. He grabs the coin, stares at it, then bites in it. He murmers something, and then gets Erundur a drink. He takes it, and walks back through the busy room. The people around here are quite old on average.. not really his taste..
Then, using the bird’s point of view, he notices a group of younger men, around 30
He walks to their table, bumps against one of them, and sits down at their table, not looking them in the eyes. There’s three of them. They fall silent, and stare at him. Erundur keeps drinking.
One of them says something to him. The largest one. Erundur doesn’t look up, and keeps drinking. He grabs his drink, now speaking angrily.
E: I don’t understand what you’re saying.
> the man looks confused, and grabs Erundur by the hem of his shirt
E: oh, you’ll be fun~
> He uses his magic to throw the glass of the man over, soiling his pants. He suddenly lets go, and shouts at his compagnions. They look confused back at him, half appologetic. Then, Erundur does it again, with the glass of one of the others.
He then finishes his drink, places it on the table with a thud, and walks away, looking back at the three men, sticking out his tongue and laughing.
The men stand up, and follow Erundur. He quickly slips away between the people, and goes outside. He looks for an alleyway, and waits just at the entrance to it, entering only when the three are finally outside, and see him. They point at him and shout, then run to the alleyway as well.
Erundur sits down, further in the dark alleyway ~ the sun has fully set by now, and only some of the high clouds still glow softly in the darkblue sky ~ and sits on some crates. The orange dagger in his hand, he’s stroking the edge softly. He has opened his shirt, revealing his chest half, and waits there, one leg over the other. The three arrive at him, and the bird sits down on top of the largest of the men, who uses his hands to scare it away, but being a spirit of eons old, and not a mere bird.. Erundur keeps going back. His vessel stands slimes at them, and points at the ground before him. The man gets suddenly charges, shouting, and Erundur quickly stands up, dodging with magic-enhanced agility.
E: oh, you want to play with me??
> he signals the other two men to charge at him as well, which they do. They would have done so either way, but this way.. it amuses Erundur more :3
They charge, and Erundur jumps up, over the two men, landing on the shoulders of the last. He puts the point of the dagger against his throat, and the bird forces the other two to kneel using magic. Erundur points his free hand down, in front of the man’s face, and he suddenly feels he’s going down, as the man on whose shoulders he’s sitting falls onto his knees. No magic needed. Erundur gets off, and stands in between the men. He extends his arm, and the spirit lands on it.
E:
> while saying this, he’s spinning in slow circles between the single man, and the two others, his arms spread wide.
The men start whispering. Erundur grabs his true-bronze dagger again, puts it against the neck of the largest man, and forces his face to the ground. Then, he sits behind him, and pulls the man’s pants down. He starts shouting, and sits up, trying to break free. Erundur stabs him in the back, making sure not to hit anything essential.
E: obey me. you’re mine.
> The man shouts from pain, and Erundur fully takes his pants off. He spits on the asshole, and then brings his own pants slightly down. He leans over the man, his hair hanging against the asscheeks, and stares into the eyes of the two other men, grinning. He reveals his shaft, and looks at the man’s...... Erundur’s is way smaller... well.............. something can be done about that.
Erundur puts his tip on the asshole of the man, thick, dark, curly hair covering it, and pushes in. He leans over, and he puts the edge of the dagger on the man’s penis. Erundur uses magic to push the man’s face deep into the floor, taking any oppurtunity to try to run, and the other two men look in disgust, shouting. Erundur send them a mental shockwave, and they become silent, as silent tears start running past their face, and their eyes become black holes of confusion and suffering. They start drooling.
Then, Erundur starts thrusting into the man below him, as the bird sits on his head, forces into the ground, and pecks it.
E: take this, you piece of shit. you need to bother me so bad?? then you don’t deserve this thing of yours.
> in a flash, the orange of the dagger turns red, as a piece of meat hits the ground, and an intense scream can be heard. Erundur starts thrusting harder, and quickly orgasms inside the man.
E: be thankful that a spirit gives a pathetic weakling like yourself so much attention, understood??
> Erundur starts laughing manically, as a guard comes running into the alleyway. Erundur sends him a mental shockwave as well, as he points with his dagger, and the guard falls on his knees. The two other men are shriveled up on the ground at the moment. He pulls out of his victim, and stares down at him. Letting him go with magic, the man grabs for his missing member, crying. Erundur grabs him by his short hair, puts the dagger against his neck, and brings his shaft close to the man’s mouth.
E: I know you don’t understand my words, but you understand the implications. Bite, and you’re dead.
> the man keeps his mouth closed, and Erundur presses the dagger harder, causing blood to well up.
E: suck.
> the man opens his mouth slightly, and Erundur pushes in, filling the man’s mouth with semen and his own blood. He pushes in deeper, as far as he can, and the man doesn’t do much..
E: wow, you are bad at this..
> three more guards run in
E: nevermind, then.. but since you suck so much..
> Erundur stabs his dagger into the man’s left hand, making him scream again. Then, he grabs his artificial wings, spreads them, and flies up, filling his wings with magical wind, leaving the three new guards in shock as they encounter the scene, only to see the cause flying away.