Wrath of nexus
share One :
The Awakening

By Alecgos
This is an master copy idea, with no graphic symbol or plots from another series, created by Alecgos. If you see this on another website, note the posting particular date and the date of this notice : November 25, 2013, to XNXX.


The first thing I felt was the cold. It swept over me like a blanket of snow, slowly drifting to sluggishly envelope me. Then the cold came crashing down on me like a hail violent storm. Biting into me as if it were a snake, paralyzing it 's prey before swallowing it into the brief pain and interminable bliss of death at the manus of it 's digestive acids. The side by side thing I felt was the infliction, washing over me, penetrating the numbing hoar. I felt as if I had been beaten by a Titan. The future, and last affair I felt, was an tremendous hand grasp my articulatio talocruralis, and the nostalgic sensation of stock leaving my body and entering my head.

I had yet to actualize that I was naked until I looked up to see the perpetrator. I screamed at the slew of his face, and looking back, that was the faulty determination. He slammed me into the footing. I was so confused, but over come by pain, confusion means little, so I kicked whatever it was in the face. Yet another bad decision on my component part, as it 's retort was to breathe a wave of fire onto my infantry, likely not purposely, as it was yowling in pain. Then it spoke."I like my to reclaim my brides. You will do very well. ”, he said, with a mephistophelean grin across his demonic face.

I have yet to describe my husband. He was a fearful heap then, but a regularity now. nine-spot feet in stature standing, although he usually prefers to crouch in an ape-like emplacement, in which he is only of six understructure. His features are truly sickening, a wide, gaping maw filled with large, yellowing razor-sharp teeth. His cheek bones are very striking, even protruding from his face a bit, looking like little cornet. He also had two grim ram motor horn where one would expect them, behind his ear, and a very large set of wings, at to the lowest degree thirty feet in duration from side to side, and filled with small gaps. The wings are merely for show though, as he flies with his magic, and a long, spike-covered arse. Also another very big component, but we 'll talk over that in a moment.

He slapped me with his monstrous, blue-black hired hand before slamming me back into the ground, ft firm black-market. I had just then gotten a safe feeling at the landscape. The ground was made of dark crystalline ice that emanated a radiance coming from a power cryptic beneath. I scratched at it to get away to no avail. He slapped my ass with a replete overt hand, sending me back onto the frozen dry land, in a position at which my teat rubbed uncomfortably and my nipples hardened. He pulled my legs up off of the ground, one on each side of his permissive waste, pulling me up one foot from the primer coat, as he was then standing completely erect at his nine-foot height. I only then got a estimable spirit at myself and remembered.

I 'm not a beautiful girl, although my master lavishly full complement my extravagance whenever given the chance. My haircloth is charcoal-black, bearing a purplish headband adorned with braided golden chain, the only thing I had been wearing at the time I woke up. My boldness is middling, no maskera or bloom, with thin lips, long cilium and sapphire centre. My peel is blench and soft, toned to the harsh environment, knocker of only xx in with small, perky nipples a bit low-down than the middle, that were made perkier by the ice. My belly is toned and lowly, falling to my bulwark, which tucks in three inch to a scratch which my original now makes me shave, but was at that point a hobo camp of black pilus. All leading up to my ass, the leading point of my entire body. It sticks out seven in, receding to my longsighted, perfect legs. I then remembered my name : Claudia.

cover to the stop. I thought of screaming, but I couldn't. This felt powerful, and I could n't stop myself from letting it happen. A wet phone was made as the tip of his twenty-four-inch erection fought the tight opening of my puss to get in. He pushed and heaved, and finally it entered. I must have been a virgin, because when he ruthlessly slid into home, I screamed in pain as blood leaked down my leg. He, not knowing I had been new, laughed a terrible yowl that echoed through the wastes around me."A VIRGIN, were you ? Not anymore !"He laughed again, and pushed his member all the way inside me. It went past the end of my vagina, tucking my clit inside as the tip touched my uterus and pushed even on that. He thrusted once and again, pushing his cock to new boundaries every time.

I was in both extreme pain and beautiful lust-induced rapture. It felt so horribly good inside of me, rubbing my clitoris at every stroke, but also tore at my pussy, turning it into a hallway that a grown man could stroll through. I came all over the lance, squirting on his stage, hearing steam come from them as the ardour that ignited his life-force evaporated it. My centre rolled back into my head, and he grabbed my teat and did the same, squirting thick, gooey semen into my cavity. Next, he fell back, fists balled. I fell down, choking on my own tongue that I coughed up from the sheer power of the orgasm. I regained my wit, and felt the stale once again. Standing up was regrettable, as a fount of cum came trickling down and spilling out of my vagina, causing me to fall to my articulatio genus."What, done already ? ”, he asked with the phonation of a fox.

He shoved the tip into my dickhead in one liquidity front, filling it with four inches of his dick. I screamed, only in nuisance this meter, and fought as he shoved it further. I kicked him in the leg, and he shoved it all the way in. It tore and I felt the pain in the neck. I was crying, feeling my virgin ass being taken by the likes of a president leg. It tore, and I swear I could feel it in my intestines, going past my rectum where no man ( or grievous diabolical wildcat ) had gone before. I then felt all of the good view of it. The slight wonder of having the unknown explored, the vast pleasure that could be found hiding beneath the pain in the ass, and the wonderful feeling it brought upon me. I then came once to a greater extent, squirting on the ground this time, to have it freeze in a grime cream semblance. He thrust and thrust again, obviously not going to give in as easily as I.

Eventually, a flood of the slurred liquid filled my fuddled hole, and I whimpered. The split I had shed had fallen on the basis, freezing immediately. He pulled out, and shoved my off of his Pole to the permafrost below."Clean yourself up and put this on, slave."he said, obviously disgusted by my comportment when he was not corneous. He threw me a soundbox case made with the light chocolate-brown hide of some sort of animal and lined with White fur on the inside and the margin. I put it on, still feeling liquid state leek down both holes, and immediately fell afterward."Ca n't walk ? ”, he taunted, laughing to himself.

I looked at him dirtily, and he flattened his expressing, making a hired man gesture and lifting me upward with his foreign magic. He turned around, and I levitated behind him as he spread his extension and pounced into the air, gliding, then controlling the very same religious mystic force to hold him above the ground as he soared toward a cave. My new home. The home of my tyke. The Dark Fortress .