Dawn & Dusk (Warhammer Fantasy Commission) (Opening Scene & Sneak Peek)

*Author note - I am waiting for the commissioner to pay me for Mass Effect: Primarch and the Intern chapter 2. Once I get payment, I will finish off that story. In the meantime, here is an excerpt for another commission I started. This is a Warhammer Fantasy commission about Naestra and Arahan - the Sisters of Twilight - saving a wounded young human soldier and having some sexy times with him. I always loved the story potential for these two sisters and their dual personalities, and I think they have a lot of smut potential. Anyway, this excerpt included the opening scene plus a sneak peek of the first sex scene. 

Lukas Reinhurst raised his shield and spear, shoulder to shoulder with the other men of his battalion. Their line extended from one edge of the treeline to the other, crossbowmen and huntsmen in the back ranks and spears in front. Before them, they heard a cacophony of insane chittering and shrieking emenating from the forest.

“Keep it tight, boys!” Captain Van Hoorst bellowed from behind the front line where Lukas stood vigilant. The older mustached, gray-haired senior officer had his sword raised just pointed at the forest in front of them just as the first Skaven broke through the trees.

Lukas watched as the fiendish, manic horde of rat-men came rushing out of the forest in a mad frenzy, charging straight at their line. There was no finesse and strategy in their approach - they merely dashed right up the middle and toward the human spearmen with daggers, swords and spears drawn.

“Destroy this menace, boys! For the Emperor! For Sigmar!” Captain Van Hoorst shouted. His men let out a cheer in response, Lukas included.

Lukas waited for the first chittering, mad Skaven to draw near and then thrust his spear forward, impaling the rat-man through its chest. His comrades on either side of him did so likewise, felling scores of their demented rat-men foes. With his adrenaline running high, the young man couldn’t tell exactly how well the battalion was fairing so far, but they seemed to be holding firm for the time being as far as he could tell.

He knew this kill was a short-lived victory for him, as was the next kill, and the next. The vanguard of Skaven charging their lines were mere Skavenslaves - the lowest and most wretched rabble of their race to be used as pure fodder against the Forces of Order during battle. He had fought their ilk many times before, even at his young age.

The skavenslaves came at the imperial lines in waves, slamming against the imperial shieldwall. Lukas by now had already killed at least ten of these creatures, but their numbers seemed ceaseless. He could feel himself starting to tire, and one or two of his nearby comrades had fallen under the relentless tidal wave of skaven. Lukas steeled himself and continued to beat back the skaven that assaulted him.

“Hold the line, men!” Lukas heard Van Hoorst bellow, the imperial captain attempting to rally the men who were beginning to waver. “We can beat them ba-

Van Hoorst’s battle cries were interrupted by a series of demoralizing growls emerging from the trees, followed by a stomping sensation that shook the ground around them. Lukas’ blood ran cold the moment he felt the world shaking and heard the disconcerting animalistic growling coming from in front of them.

A moment later, several rat ogres - hulking skaven abominations that towered over their smaller counterparts - came charging out of the trees behind the scores of skavenslaves. The rat ogres were so reckless in that charge that they trudged their way over many of the skavenslaves in their wake, splattering them into pieces as they crushed the screeching little wretched. Lukas almost felt a pang of sympathy for them.

The nearest rat ogre to Lukas smashed into the spearmen several feet to his right. He didn’t even need to see the result of the ogre’s charge to know that those men were dead. A second rat ogre followed closely behind the first, knocking several men off their feet with a single swipe of his tree trunk-sized arm. The ogre then pushed through the imperial ranks and a few moments later, Lukas heard Van Hoorst let out a blood-curdling cry as he was eviscerated by the two rat ogres.

With their captain’s death, the soldiers on either side of Lukas began to break ranks and flee, crying to Sigmar for help that would not come. Lukas felt the same feeling of fear that many of the others felt. He thought back to his family in Altdorf, and that if he turned and fled like the other men were doing, he might live to see them again.

Just as he was about to turn and flee, he saw the rat ogre that had killed Van Hoorst. The hulking monstrosity had a gaping wound in his chest, with Van Hoorst’s sword still embedded in the lumbering creature’s torso. Evidently, the veteran imperial officer had not gone down without a fight despite his grisly demise.

Lukas knew it was foolhardy. Most of his fellow comrades had retreated or were in the process of retreating. But he saw an opportunity. With a renewed sense of purpose, he gripped his spear and ran toward the wounded rat ogre that had killed Van Hoorst. The ogre’s face morphed into a bestial grimace as it spotted Lukas charging at him, as if even it couldn’t comprehend why a lone imperial soldier would have the courage to charge straight at it.

The ogre took a swipe, but the grievous wounds it had taken slowed it down just enough for Lukas to dodge its swipe and drive his spear directly into the gaping wound that Van Hoorst’s blade had opened for him. The rat ogre let out a death knell cry as the spear drove right into its black heart. Lukas felt a surge of triumph, but this quickly turned to panic when he tried to tug the spread from the dying rat ogre, but he found that he could not dislodge it. To his left, he saw a mad skaven rushing at him even as the dead rat ogre fell to the ground, taking Lucas’ spear with it.

Lukas used his shield to attempt to block the blow from the skaven, but he was not quick enough, so preoccupied with the rat ogre as he was. The young man let out a hiss of pain as the skaven’s dagger pierced the gap in his armor and bit into his flesh. Operating on sheer adrenaline, he used his shield to deflect the skaven’s next blow, but he grew dizzy and knew he was losing blood fast. The shield slipped from his fingers and the skaven in front of him gave a fiendish grin, shouting, “Kill, kill man-thing!”

Lukas shut his eyes, accepting his fate. He only hoped his family back home in the capital would somehow hear some sort of tale of his heroism before he died along the borders of Athel Loren.

He heard a thunk and then the sound of a body hitting the ground, and it took Lukas several moments to realize that he was still alive. When he opened his eyes again, the skaven that was about to end him was lying dead on the ground before him. An arrow had pierced its throat.

Had reinforcements come to their aid? Had a contingent of imperial huntsmen joined the fight with their longbows? These were the last coherent thoughts Lukas had before he fell to his knees, his body growing weak and his vision getting hazier.

The last thing he saw before slumping over and losing consciousness was the vague sight of two figures striding up to him in dark green clothing that matched the color of the forest. Each with a pair of pointy ears.

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Naestra and Arahan, protectors of Queen Ariel, observed the results of the imperial battle that they had intervened in. The humans of the Empire had turned tail and run in the midst of overwhelming numbers from the skaven, leaving the two native elf women to mop up what was left of the skaven.

Well, most of the humans had run. Save for one.

Naestra got down onto one knee in front of this lone human footsoldier who had killed the rat ogre. The dark-haired wood elf took stock of the youth - barely a man, by her reckoning. He had red hair the color of fire beneath his helm, and freckles. He had clearly passed out, but his chest was still rising and falling. He was alive, for now. But as Naestra inspected him, she saw a deep wound on his left side. She frowned with sympathy at the young man, putting aside her bow and pressing his pale hand to his bloody wound to keep pressure on it.

“Ugh, why do you fuss over this one, sister?” Arahan, her blond-haired sister groused. She had just finished putting the last of her arrows into whatever remaining skaven wretches she could find and had strode up to Naestra and the red-haired human soldier.

“This one did not flee like his brethren did. You saw him, sister,” Naestra answered calmly. “He stood his ground against the vile skaven, knowing full well he would be overwhelmed and killed.”

Arahan snorted. “What of it? Should a lack of cowardice be considered heroism now, Naestra?”

“Don’t be so callous, sister,” Naestra said disapprovingly. “Bravery should be rewarded, and I’ll not let this one die on my watch.” She began to apply a healing salve to his wound. Not enough to save him in the long run, but enough to keep him alive until she could move him to a better place to heal him properly.

“Surely you cannot be serious. Your tender mercy is nauseatingly boring, Naestra. Do you really intend to bring this human with us?!”

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Lukas moaned as he felt Naestra’s tight cunt milking his girth. This was bringing him to his inevitable release astoninshly quickly despite his attempts to hold back. The she-elf’s tight sheath just felt too divine, especially to a mere virgin like him.

“N- Naestra…I’m about to…!”

She smiled, reaching a hand down to caress his youthful freckled face. “Then do it, Lukas,” she purred. “There’s no need to hold back, sweet boy.”

He gasped, his gaze fixated on her tantalizing breasts as they bounced with her rocking motions atop him. “But…will I not-

She put a finger to his lips, smiling. “Yes, your seed may take root inside me.” She reached a finger down to rub her clit just above his cock sliding in and out of her cunt. “Such a result would be a natural and beautiful thing.”

He bit his lip, desperately trying to hold back. He could feel that he was only seconds away. “But shouldn’t I p- pull out?” The last thing he wanted to do was pull out of her, truthfully. But he felt it was only the responsible thing to suggest.

Naestra’s eyes widened. She looked offended at the very suggestion. “You shall do no such thing!” She pressed herself down on him, grinding her pussy down and stirring his thick cock around inside her.