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Rynn's New Armor	By : 3picurean Category: +A through F > Drakan series Views: 2157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Drakan, order of the flame (for PC), or Drakan the ancient gates (for ps2). Any fan of these games knows that all the credit goes to Surreal Software, and Psygnosis. This story is non-canon, and only loosely bas

Chapter List
- 1-Rynn's New Armor
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I do not in any way own Drakan, order of the flame (for PC), or Drakan the ancient gates (for ps2). Any fan of these games knows that all the credit goes to Surreal Software, and Psygnosis. This story is non-canon, and only loosely based on details of Drakan: The Ancient Gates. No profit or money was or will be made from this story.
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On a side note, I realize this story has turned out ridiculously kinky and smutty. I realize there may be people out there who share my enthusiasm for this game, but none of my fetishes. If anyone is actually interested, I would be willing to write a more serious Drakan story in the future.
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As always, Surdana seemed to grow as Arokh descended, wings beating. On dragonback, the whole city seemed like a tiny anthill. When riding Arokh, Rynn felt the vastness of the world around her, as though looking down on it from a map. It seemed there were hidden caves and treasure around every corner. Some pitied her for her lack of friends and family, but in truth, she wouldn't trade this sense of adventure for anything. Rynn's hair streamed through the air like a bloody banner as the dragon's talons sank into the damp soil near Brekk's armory.
Arokh grunted as she dismounted, fixing the building with a suspicious glance. “I sense a new magic here. A power that was not here previously.” Having learned to trust the instincts of her bonded, Rynn gave the armory a second glance, wondering if Brekk was in trouble. If so, he would not have to face it alone. She unsheathed her mithril longsword, and crept toward the door with all the silence of a panther. Other citizens of Surdana saw her, and kept their distance. She was stunningly beautiful, no doubt, with her smooth, pale, feminine features, full rosy lips, and curvy yet athletic build. The chainmail she wore clung to her slender body, and her tight pants showcased her powerful legs and hips. Yet for very obvious reasons, men tended to keep a safe distance from her; her green eyes burned with an impetuous fire. Her clothes were stained with mud and blood, and she had a cold, stoic expression that told everyone that she wanted to be left alone. The other night, a few men had learned that the hard way. A drunk in Samilla's tavern had come up to her, and given her a squeeze. When she pulled her dagger on him, he had protested. “Why do you wear that blouse? It's split straight down the middle, and laced together loosely enough that I can see half yer tits and yer belly button. You must love the attention.” He told her with a smirk. She had knocked the man unconscious with a punch to the temple.
As she entered the armory, she heard Brekk's friendly, booming voice. “Well, if it isn't my little blood soaked princess!” The blacksmith exclaimed. At first Rynn had been suspicious of the blacksmith's friendliness, but she had concluded that it was genuine. He seemed to love and respect her fiery spirit, and her skill with the blade. She offered him a cool smile, and lowered her blade. She took care though, to leave it unsheathed. “Arokh said he sensed some strange magic here.” She told him, narrowing her eyes, examining Brekk closely for his response. The bald smith chuckled and laid down his hammer on a nearby anvil. “And well he might. I just received a suit of armor from Zola Dane, the royal seer, custom-made for you. I've tested all my weapons on it, and I have to say it's the most amazing piece of armor I've ever seen. It makes me green with envy.” He confessed.
He reached under the counter, and held up a bright pink suit of armor that was made precisely to Rynn's dimensions. It was made up of several interlocking steel plates. Beneath the breastplate, a skirt of chain mail dangled down to knee level. “The color is a little silly, I know, but it's as strong as only enchanted armor can be. “ Brekk offered with a shrug. “I only wish I knew who made the damned thing. It's uncanny how strong it is. Zola Dane would only say that it's reforged from an old piece of armor from the dark wars. No one knows much about it.. They found it in some ancient vault, and customized it for you.”
At first glance, Rynn felt certain misgivings. The bright pink was not her color at all. Also, while Brekk's armor had always shown a small amount of cleavage (much to her chagrin) this armor showed another couple inches or so than she was used to. Still, the additional leg protection was nice, and it was much finer quality than the chain mail she now wore. Rynn removed her chain mail, and tried on the new armor. As soon as she slid the armor on, her misgivings faded. The armor seemed surprisingly soft, despite being steel. Yet Brekk swore that even a mithril blade wouldn't pierce it. It hugged her body lovingly, and she felt that she looked dashingly good in her new armor. It was light, and the chain-mail skirt made her legs feel safe and unexposed. In fact, the skirt felt so good, that she felt it was safe to discard her pants. She strolled out of Brekk's armory with an uncharacteristic smile on her face, and her long white legs showing beneath her knee-level mail skirt.

Over time, Rynn became accustomed to the armor. She hacked and burned her way through the Andrellian Isles without much trouble, and her heart rejoiced when she was able to rescue the outpost that the Shaman Bonegrinder had trapped there. When she flew to the snowy, northern reaches of Ravenshold, she noted that the armor kept her remarkably warm, despite how much skin it showed. It wasn't until she cast a fireball spell on an enemy grull that she began to suspect that something strange was going on. As she felt the flames leave her palm, the armor seemed to grow incredibly soft and warm. She felt the warmth travel between her legs, and began panting heavily. That night, she could not sleep until she fingered herself for hours, climaxing several times. Such activities were not unknown to Rynn. She distrusted men, and hadn't actually lain with a man in her entire life. Sometimes she needed to satisfy herself to release the pent up desire. Now, however, it seemed that her finger just wasn't enough.
Gradually, she realized that the strange arousal had started when she cast a spell. Logically , she decided to pay the sorceress Jade a visit. Arokh bolted through the frigid air at her command, and flew toward the gate that would transport her back to Surdana. As the two flew, Arokh cleared his throat and seemed to hesitate before speaking. “I feel a change coming over us Rynn. That armor has some strange enchantment, and it is slowly leaking from you to me. You should take that armor off immediately.” He advised her. Rynn could recognize the logic in Arokh's words, but she remained skeptical that the magical armor was harmful. “Zola Dane himself sent this armor to me. He wouldn't give me anything harmful. Besides, it hasn't done anything truly harmful to me.” She argued. Arokh sighed, but fell silent.
When they emerged from the magical portal, and beheld Surdana, Rynn was astounded as always by the city's majesty. It was teeming with people, more than she'd ever seen anywhere else. It was pure, white, and carved entirely from marble. She took the beauty of the city in as she sailed through the air, and landed beside Jade's magic emporium. She entered the building, and greeted Jade. “Velcome, my dear.” The purple robed sorceress spoke in her strange, foreign accent.” She glanced at Rynn in surprise, clearly taken aback by her appearance. For the first time since she wore Zola-Dane's armor, Rynn was conscious of how she looked. The chain-mail skirt seemed to have crept a few inches above-knee level, and the cleavage had increased slightly. Her red hair which was normally kept in a pony tail, now hung loose. She always used to hate having her hair in the way, but it had recently occurred to her that wearing her hair loose was much prettier. “I came to ask you about this armor, Jade. It seems quite effective against weaponry. It even protects the places it doesn't cover, through the use of some strange magic. Zola Dane says it was reforged from a suit of armor from the dark wars.” She explained, cautiously guaging the sorceresses reaction. “Also, I've noticed... strange feelings whenever I cast spells.” She added softly.
The sorceress was silent for a moment, looking the armor over carefully. “I don't know what all of these runes say. I will say this though; every time you cast a spell, you feed this armor. I don't fully know what this armor is doing, but it will increase every time you use magic. Have you been able to take it off for very long? She asked” Rynn started to nod, but realized that the thought hadn't even occurred to her. The armor was so soft and comfortable, she had simply left it on for the past two weeks. Before Rynn could correct her statement, Jade sighed in relief. “Good. I wouldn't worry about it too much then. Any other business you have with me?” She asked.
Rynn started to explain that she hadn't tried taking the armor off, but the heat she'd felt earlier suddenly crept between her legs. It was as though the armor was trying to distract her, and it was doing a good job. Rynn crossed her legs, feeling her panties dampen beneath her mail skirt. She purchased some newer and stronger spells from Jade. She improved her lightning spell, picked up a clone spell, and added a fear spell to her repertoire. When Jade asked her for payment for her magic lessons, Rynn, hiked up Jade's dress and gave her cunt a good licking. The sorceress looked startled, but gradually fell under the same spell that Rynn was under. Rynn left the magic emporium grinning mischeviously, her green eyes twinkling. Her chin was dripping with juice from Jade's cunt. Her adventure continued in Ravenshold, where she gathered the items she would need to travel farther north; a blade of purest gold, a visionary amethyst, ashes from a warrior fallen, and blood from a pagan altar. She had another strange experience though, when facing the ice-golems that defended the visionary amethyst. The ice-rays that fired from their jewel-like eyes were so deadly, she was forced to use the clone spell to evade them. Every time she cast the clone spell, she found herself checking herself out. She watched her clone from behind, noting how round and shapely her rear had become. When she was done, she found herself panting and horny. Her mail skirt had advanced another few inches, and her breasts had now grown, giving her armor considerably more cleavage to show off. When she flew back to ravenshold, she spotted a particularly strong and handsome north-man. He was shaved bald, with almond-shaped eyes, broad shoulders, and a hairy chest. His rough, northern accent made her melt inside. She walked up to him, smirking. She saw his eyes go to her cleavage, and impulsively, she grabbed his head and shoved his face into her breasts. Her hands went to his crotch, and felt a large bulge. “Not bad. You'll do.” She whispered huskily. and dragged him into a nearby storage shed. He stared at her in amazement at first, but gradually gained confidence. His hands moved deliciously over her body, and for the first time she removed her armor. She rode him raw, insatiably demanding more and more of his stamina. Finally, after an hour, he passed out. Feeling wonderfully deflowered, Rynn re-equipped her armor, and left the shed. Unthinkingly, she left her soaking panties behind. She now wore nothing beneath her ever-shortening chain-mail skirt.
As Rynn later explained to Arokh, the armor was a blessing. It wasn't causing her any harm, just letting her enjoy herself more. Arokh seemed strangely subdued, and agreed with her tentatively. Rynn made it to the far northlands, and slew many half-men. She was briefly captured by the half-men, and found herself strangely aroused by the inhuman creatures as they roughly handled her. Too late, she realized that she was losing control. How could she feel desire for those disgusting creatures? All of her weapons had been taken away, and the only way to escape was to use magic. She blasted her way out of the prison with lighting, and used the clone spell to get past the sheer mutlitude of guards. This time when she cast the clone spell, she was blown away by her own appearance. Lovely red hair now hung loosely down to her waist. Her green eyes were still piercing, but less fierce, with longer lashes. Her now massive tits were threatening to burst out of her armor, which was laced together much like a silver corset. Her skirt was now a silky, metallic cloth, which barely covered the bottom of her big round ass. “I'm hot!” She exclaimed in awe. Before she realized what she was doing, she was fondling her clone. She groped the feminine curves that also belonged to her, and marveled at her own attractiveness. She was amazing! She needed to show herself off to more people, so that they could be blessed by her incredible face and body. In the throes of passion, she went down on herself, and began licking her clone's wet pussy. The moans coming from both copies of Rynn echoed throughout the chambers of shiverbane, drawing a couple of half-men to investigate. The hairy, horned creatures fell upon the two Rynn's, screwing them from behind as they licked and made out with one another. The half men mocked her, and slapped her bouncy rear. Both Rynn's grinned and lifted their full asses higher as the half men pumped them full with inhuman seed. Soon after climaxing, Rynn realized what she was doing, and killed the two exhausted creatures with magical fire.

As Rynn battled through the compound, she found herself wondering if she could ever forgive herself for the debauched act she had just performed. She was turning into a filthy whore! She was deeply disturbed by her feelings, even as she fought her way out of shiverbane, and slew their leader, Maulgak.

When she returned to Surdana, she made a stop near the countryside. One of the ladies working in the field shrieked at her. "Put some clothes on, you dragon-riding witch! No use trying to tempt our men with yer fleshy sorcery, it won't work." Rynn grinned at the old lady, and strutted up to the woman's husband, who she dragged into the woods for a quick fuck. Evidently fleshy sorcery was quite effective on the men here. When she reached the palace, it seemed the whole place was in an uproar. Someone had snuck enemy soldiers into the palace! The grizzled old veteran, general Dehrimon grimly recounted all of the evidence to her, and it all pointed to one thing; there was a traitor in the palace. As she wandered through the palace, she bumped into the Royal Seer, Zola Dane. "Hello my Lady. You look positively enchanting in that armor I sent you. You must have all the men adoring you." He drawled cheerfully. Rynn blushed at his kind compliment, and made sure to sway her hips as she walked away from him, giving him a full view. majesty. Rynn crept through the eerie-, cobwebbed corridors of the ancient palace. Some of the stony halls lead to dead ends, but eventually, her search lead to a secret passage way in Zola Dane's quarters. Rynn frowned, trying to put two-and-two together. Zola-Dane must have known about the secret entry into the palace. That meant that Zola-Dane was the traitor. Zola-Dane had given her the armor... That meant... something.” She shook her head, wondering why it was getting harder and harder to think.
She finally cornered Zola Dane in the throne room. He was using some spell to levitate Lady Myschalla, and he was holding her hostage. He was flanked by two monstrous, tusked wartocks wielding axes. A couple dozen aristocrats and diplomats watched their queen nervously, but dared not provoke the wartocks. Rynn drew her sword, and prepared to give a heroic speech. However, she found herself fumbling over her words as she regarded the Royal Seer with confusion. The finely-dressed nobleman was stroking his dark beard and smirking at her smugly. “My armor has worked its magic on you very nicely. I have to say, it's an improvement from your previous, arrogant self.” He sneered, slowly walking closer and closer to her. She felt herself flushing in shame as she found the meaning in his words. Here she was, dressed like a shameless harlot, trying to play the heroine! She tried to cover herself, but it was no use. Her armor had morphed into a slutty parody of female armor; Her mail skirt had shrunk even further into a strip of silvery mesh that failed to conceal her bare ass, which was now wide and round, resembling and upside-down heart-shape. A metallic network ran down her legs, forming fishnet stockings. Her full lips were covered with lipstick, and her enlarged boobs were practically spilling out of her girly pink corset. Hastily, she tried to think of a spell, any spell that would help her. She stuttered, whispering the words to a lightning spell. The armor glowed, absorbing the magic. In that moment, her armor gained all the magical power it neededd to control her. Her tits grew until they exploded out of her corset-like armor. Her sword clattered to the floor. Rynn blushed shyly, feeling all the admiring eyes on her in the room. She giggled and pushed her breasts together. She crouched down on her knees, and serviced her master, Zola Dane. Soon, his cum was dripping down her whorish, cherry-red lips and massive boobs. "So much for the warrior of the order." Zola Dane remarked dryly. Glancing at the wartocks, Zola Dane smiled. "Why don't you keep her occupied, while I go contact Jasaad."
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