Wrath of Nexus
Part One :
The Awakening

By Alecgos
This is an original idea, with no characters or game from another serial publication, created by Alecgos. If you see this on another site, note the posting particular date and the escort of this posting : November 25, 2013, to XNXX.


The get-go thing I felt was the frigidity. 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 tempest. Biting into me as if it were a snake, paralyzing it 's prey before swallowing it into the brief pain in the neck and endless bliss of Death at the manus of it 's digestive Zen. The next thing I felt was the pain, washing over me, penetrating the numbing freeze. I felt as if I had been beaten by a titan. The following, and last thing I felt, was an enormous hand range my ankle, and the nostalgic sensation of pedigree leaving my consistency and entering my head.

I had yet to see 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 wrong decision. He slammed me into the ground. I was so disordered, but over come by pain, confusion means lilliputian, so I kicked whatever it was in the nerve. Yet another bad conclusion on my part, as it 's retort was to suspire a wave of fire onto my groundwork, likely not purposely, as it was yowling in painfulness. Then it spoke."I like my to domesticize my Bride. You will do very well. ”, he said, with a roguish grin across his demonic face.

I have yet to describe my married man. He was a dread spate then, but a geometrical regularity now. nine-spot fundament in height standing, although he usually prefers to hunker down in an ape-like placement, in which he is only of six feet. His features are truly churn up, a wide-cut, gaping maw filled with large, yellowing razor-sharp tooth. His nerve pearl are very prominent, even protruding from his face a bit, looking like small trump. He also had two black ram trumpet where one would expect them, behind his ears, and a very large set of annex, at to the lowest degree XXX feet in length from face to side, and filled with lowly gap. The flank are merely for show though, as he flies with his magic, and a farseeing, spike-covered fag end. Also another very big part, but we 'll discuss that in a moment.

He slapped me with his monstrous, blue-black hand before slamming me back into the ground, human foot solid black. I had just then gotten a good look at the landscape. The ground was made of drab crystalline ice that emanated a glow coming from a mogul thick beneath. I scratched at it to get away to no avail. He slapped my ass with a wide-cut spread out helping hand, sending me back onto the suspend ground, in a placement at which my tits rubbed uncomfortably and my mamilla hardened. He pulled my legs up off of the ground, one on each side of meat of his barren, pulling me up one groundwork from the terra firma, as he was then standing completely upright piano at his nine-foot height. I only then got a proficient look at myself and remembered.

I 'm not a beautiful girl, although my overlord lavishly complements my extravagance whenever given the chance. My fuzz is charcoal-black, bearing a purple headband adorned with braided golden strings, the only when thing I had been wearing at the sentence I woke up. My grimace is ordinary, no maskera or blush, with flimsy rim, retentive eyelashes and sapphire eyes. My hide is wan and gentle, toned to the coarse environment, tit of only twenty inches with small, perky mamilla a bit lower than the middle, that were made perkier by the ice. My stomach is toned and modest, falling to my bulwark, which tucks in three inches to a slit which my master now makes me shave, but was at that point a jungle of black hair. All leading up to my ass, the leading head of my stallion consistence. It sticks out seven inch, receding to my farseeing, perfect legs. I then remembered my name : Claudia.

back to the point. I thought of screeching, but I couldn't. This felt right, and I could n't bar myself from letting it occur. A wet audio was made as the tip of his twenty-four-inch erection fought the close opening of my cunt to get in. He pushed and heaved, and finally it entered. I must have been a Virgo the Virgin, because when he ruthlessly slid into home, I screamed in bother as blood leaked down my leg. He, not knowing I had been new, laughed a atrocious yowl that echoed through the wastes around me."A Virgo the Virgin, were you ? Not anymore !"He laughed again, and pushed his penis all the way inside me. It went past the end of my vagina, tucking my clit inside as the tip touched my womb and pushed even on that. He thrusted once and again, pushing his dick to new bound every time.

I was in both extreme nuisance and beautiful lust-induced ecstasy. It felt so horribly good interior of me, rubbing my clit at every slash, but also tore at my cunt, turning it into a hallway that a develop man could stroll through. I came all over the shaft, squirting on his legs, hearing steam come from them as the flak that ignited his life-force evaporated it. My eye rolled back into my question, and he grabbed my tits and did the same, squirting thick, gooey semen into my cavity. Next, he fell back, clenched fist balled. I fell down, choking on my own spit that I coughed up from the sheer force of the orgasm. I regained my wit, and felt the frigid once again. Standing up was regrettable, as a fount of cum came trickling down and spilling out of my vagina, causing me to decrease to my knees."What, done already ? ”, he asked with the voice of a fox.

He shoved the tip into my asshole in one liquid movement, filling it with four inches of his pecker. I screamed, only in infliction this clip, 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. I was crying, feeling my virgin ass being taken by the likes of a chair leg. It tore, and I swear I could feel it in my intestines, going past my rectum where no man ( or atrocious demonic wolf ) had gone before. I then felt all of the good aspects of it. The slight wonder of having the unknown explored, the immense joy that could be found hiding beneath the pain sensation, and the tremendous feeling it brought upon me. I then came once Sir Thomas More, squirting on the ground this prison term, to have it freeze down in a dirty cream people of colour. He thrust and knife thrust again, obviously not going to establish in as easily as I.

Eventually, a flood of the dense liquid filled my tight hole, and I whimpered. The split I had shed had fallen on the undercoat, 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 randy. He threw me a body suit made with the unclouded brown cutis of some form of animal and lined with white fur on the interior and the borders. I put it on, still feeling liquidity 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 bridge player motion and lifting me upwardly with his strange magic. He turned around, and I levitated behind him as he spread his offstage and pounced into the air, gliding, then controlling the very same mystic force to obtain him above the ground as he soared toward a cave. My new home. The household of my nestling. The Dark fort .