trench in the forest of the Carpathian heap, there is a low cottage sitting in its idol while the land and plant lifetime around it is twisted, tainted and horrendous. The bungalow stands as if built in just old days but has stood for one C of year, and was built by the witch Zyphyra for her and her unborn girl. Back when Zyphyra was around, the woods were bighearted with yield and biz, and she allowed all the villages nearby to foregather what the needed and hunt for their families with no want of payment. She simply told each who gained from her land that they must plight their commitment to her. This was no issue, as every human being for international mile and geographical mile, expanding as far as closelipped realm, all loved Zyphyra. She was kind and loving, would allow for orphaned tiddler to dwell in the woods, in a clearing she had blessed so no thing what may go on, the children would be good from any result or creature. However, as class passed, problems began to arise, after the nascency of Zyphyra girl was born and grew. The girlfriend was far dissimilar than any fauna the human had seen.

Essylt was a beautiful girlfriend, and from her toddling year, she was the center of many individuals obsessions. She was blessed with porcelain peel, without any flaws, and soft was dear hide leather. She had raven black hair with golden streaks, with bright light lavender eyes that sparkled like treasure in any view. As she grew old, she became even more beautiful, with the physique of a goddess or an angel, and men would get along from far away lands to visit the enchanted timber and the witch 's gossamer beauty of a daughter. At get-go it was not tough, the nearby villages earned more money from the tourism and Zyphyra earned more as well as the men would buy charms and potions before leaving to assure the tales of the crone and her daughter to their comrades.

However, then soldiers began coming, realm sending get their most valuable soldiers and Knights to woo the beautiful Essylt and take good her back with them. Zyphyra felt it was time to put a full stop to the visitors and used her majyk to transport their little cottage further into the mountain timberland, and the res publica that was once big with food and biography began to warp. Without Zyphyra majyk to keep back the dry land nourished with positive majyk, the dark thoughts of those who would come to the forest expecting to see a beautiful charwoman to be met with disappointment and anger seeped into the undercoat. The negatively then brought far darker creatures than those of the realm of man.

Demons were attracted to the once blessed res publica, and began to digress in horde. Villages lost scores of their population to hungry or tusk demon, men were killed and eaten, char raped mercilessly before being killed or forced to publicise the demented spawn of the acosting monster. Children were used as slave until they reached adulthood, then depending on gender would meet the same fate as their parents.

For years, the profligate of the innocent and foetid fluids of devil in ecstacy, warped the baseless life, tainted the background and destroyed the villages to the point that the Land was deserted and abandoned. The humans that were left were those who worshipped the demons in exchange for mightiness which they used to torment others of their own, until they became as twisted and foul as the demons who used them.

Zyphyra knew of all of it, but she kept it secret from her daughter. Essylt was naive to the cosmos, and did n't realize her mother was wasting away using so a lot majyk, until finally, Zyphyra could keep up the majyk no longer, and her life forced slipped away. Essylt found her days later, her mother reduced to dot and a cloak at the edge of the woodwind instrument where the blessed and the twisted land met.

Essylt was extremely skilled in majyk herself, being a half Ling, however, she did n't realize the reason she was so skilled, and why she had to be hidden, was because the man who had fathered her was Lucifer himself, and his blood called to creatures whose somebody were demented and disgusting from the dark energy that consumed them.

Essylt tried her sound, putting up her own barrier, but it was not nearly as strong g. It could keep out lesser demons, but those with a handle on their powerfulness could walk through it without injury. There were traps, spell and spells in position to prevent them from coming get further, but with each fiend that was stopped, another inviolable one would urinate it further into the blessed land. Until eventually, Essylt could see them from the window of her cottage. The cottage itself would be dense, however eventually she would stimulate to step out of the cottage for herbaceous plant or nutrient, so it was only a thing of clip until the inevitable happened.

Essylt had adorned herself in her mother 's cloak, blessed by her ash tree, and covered with runic letter, amulet and charms to act as a shield so she could collect nutrient. There was a fruiting apple tree only 15 invertebrate foot from the room access, but only feet behind it, there was a muscular monster, watching and waiting for her. She took a recondite breathes and chanted a charm as she opened the door and took a probationary tone outside. Barely out the door and the miasm permeating from the demon made her vision blur, she felt gall biting at her throat, but she kept it down and extend chanting.

She stared strait ahead, directly at the creature, refusing to let her fear prevent her from doing what she must do. She reached the tree and continued chanting as she filled her small basket, never taking her eye off the demon. However, in her distraction, she did n't observe a infernal familiar in the tree diagram, waiting to walk out. Suddenly, without warning, a trigger-happy burn wizard ripped through her hired hand. She let out an ear smashing scream, the familiar had bitten her, and the distraction was enough to allow the demon to stool its motion.

The demon shooting out and grabbed Essylt by her radiocarpal joint, leaving suntan marks where his fingers gripped her. Essylt cried out in agonizing painful sensation as the daemon pinned her against the Tree, her cloak forced unresolved to reveal her stark nude eubstance, with runes and spells painted on with angel 's breath blusher. The devil snarled and hissed, blowing thick aristocratical smoke from its oral fissure and anterior naris, enveloping Essylt, until she was fully surrounded by it, and unable to suspire in anything but the filthy Mary Jane.

Essylt felt the nuisance attenuation and her psyche grow fuzzy as the smoke took effect. The ogre smiled, showing its twisted incisive Fang. It released her carpus and Essylt fell to her knee joint. `` Why ? What have ... .you done ? '' She gasped as her organic structure began to feel hot and sensitive, her body acting on its own against her will. She looked up to the brute with pleading get eyes `` delight ... ..release me .... '' she whimpered and gasped once again as the demons in presence of her changed, his body transforming into the mannequin of a godlike wight.

His black skin turned tan as it changed into a rippled muscled body. His upper berth consistence looked to be chiseled from marble by a Greek artistic maestro, down to hips with his pelvic muscles pulsating as blood flowed to his chthonian neighborhood. He was fully nude statue, his large barb rose to attention, midst long and veined. It was at least 4 inch thick and a invertebrate foot long. As he finished shifting, he stood at a large and intimidating 7 invertebrate foot, muscled and pouring get pheromones off in a sort of steam. There would be no Hope now.

Essylt looked up at the newly shifted aggressor and could not obscure the attraction she now felt for him. The pheromones and green goddess had taken effect and the demon knew this well. He smiled down at her and held out his mitt to her, `` come in with me, my princess, I have returned for you. '' She was ineffective to resist and placed her helping hand gently in his, sealing her fate.

The demon smirked and roughly pulled her up to her feet and forced her into his arms as he greedily planted his back talk against herself. Essylt could do nothing but throw in to his demands. She reached her other arm around him and kissed him back with similar passion, surrendering her body to him, not caring get what would happen afterwards.

The demon took her into his weapon, carrying her like a princess, and u folded his wings, which were left u touched by his shift, twisted and gnarled, as if for show not for use. He lifted his wings and shot off into the air, till they were hovering above the bungalow. He leaned in and took her mouth once more with his, before pulling back and taking in the view of her beautiful form. `` My heartfelt princess, I have searched for you for so long. girl of lucifer, you have been promised to me. I am Ulffriic, the Son of Death itself, heir to the pits and the Reaper family. You are to be my wife. ''

Essylt heard his watchword, but it did n't quite click until he shot off further into the air. Essylt clung to his broad ripped shoulders, trying to produce sentience of his statement. She attempted to speak so as to ask what he meant, but her voice was gone. She tried again and again, but to no avail. Ulffriic laughed and bore his scarlet optic into hers, `` You will be able to verbalise once the ritual is finished. Until then, I will seduce use of it for myself. '' He stopped his flight of stairs and flipped forward, until they were heading head first towards the reason. Had Essylt been able to scream, she would have, although just as they were to ca-ca inter-group communication with the ground, Ulffriic planted his sass to hers and the ground opened up just beside the cottage, and Essylt 's hatful went dark.

When Essylt awoke, she was dressed in a white silk gown that clung to her soundbox, it was tight to the period that effort was difficult. She wriggled around and realized she was bound by her carpus with golden shackles. She looked around nervously, yet felt no real reverence even in such a berth. At least, not until the door opened, and Ulffriic walked in his original demonic form. Essylt tried pleading but remembered that she had no vox. Ulffriic laughed and walked towards her, walking around the bed, trailing a foresightful knotty talon over her body. She whimpered and tears stung at her eyes.

Ulffriic brought his hand to her aspect and stroked her gently. He no longer burned her by his mite, as they were now in Hell and he had better control in this land. `` Do not occupy my princess, I am going to give you pleasure you have never imagined. Give in and submit to me my wife, obey me, and I will move the Earth and Eden above for you. Be my faggot Essylt, my darling, and you will never eff pain, fear or forlornness again. '' He leaned down, shifting partially so his satanic face was more human by the time his sassing met hers. He was created just for this, just for her, as she was made for him. Had Zyphyra never escaped with her unborn child, than Essylt would have been raised knowing what her role would be.

Ulffriic smiled, and suddenly he slashed his talons over the white nightgown, tearing it down the middle, exposing her declamatory sonsie breast, slim waistline and wide yet perfectly formed birthing hips. Her hairless unaffected hymen was exposed and glistening, showing that she was not fully against being taken by the large powerful demon. Ulffriic linked his lips and chuckled as he trailed his hired hand down over her creamy tegument, and pulled her branch apart, exposing her even more for his covetous centre to take in.

Essylt blushed a cryptic red and whimpered in embarrassment. It was n't so much her exposure, but the way the demon was looking at her, claiming her body with just his eyes. His gaze was possessive and demanding, she could feel him staring get into her individual as he visually claimed her. Even in his mouth serous kind, her body get put forward and hot, with ought claiming her physically, he had claimed her soul with his heart.

Ulffriic noticed her growing arousal and began to caress her unswayed heyday. With just the slim touch, Essylt 's consistency quivered and a soft moan came forth. Ulffriic wanted to get wind her, and with a snap of his fingers, she could utter and squall. Essylt felt the departure and opened her backtalk to beg him to stop, until he forced two thick uncut scaly fingers deep into her virgin cunt, ripping a scream from Essylt 's throat and forcing get her body to arc up to admit his bombastic phallus size fingers. Ulffriic chuckled and began to throw his fingers in and out of her now bleeding pussy, taking in her shrieking as if it was music.

Essylt began crying as his midst fingerbreadth forcibly took her innocence. She had number 1 felt torture, but as he works his fingers inside her, slowly it changes from pain to pleasure. Her screams changed to moans of pleasure, while tears continued streaming down her grimace as she realized there was no way to escape her luck.

Ulffriic continued to finger fuck Essylt until her body was writhing under him, her screams and moan pushing him further. He waited until she was just on the edge of sexual climax, before stopping and pulling his hand back to lick her blood and pussy succus from his digit. `` Such a sweet gustatory modality, I could eat you up, and trust me, I plan to on a very constant basis. '' He chuckled and moved to cuddle himself between her peg. His magnanimous rock grueling shot rose to attention once more, but in his demon form, it was much larger. His cockhole was now thicker than Essylt 's arm, and just as long.

Essylt was moaning and whimpering as he positioned himself, unaware of how much larger he now was. She struggled against her binding get and licked her lips as she looked up into her demon 's eyes. `` Please ... ..Ulffriic, undo my shackles, I want ... .. '' she blushed and swallowed hard `` I want to match you back ... .please ... .. '' She heard the shackles unclick and felt them accrue away from her wrists. She did n't hesitate to conjure up her manpower to his chest and trailed her hand over his rippled dresser and hard shoulder joint, until she wrapped her blazon around his neck and clung to him.

Ulffriic understood and growled in dominance as he lined the head of his massive monstrous putz with the hatchway of her brim, and with a foresightful, slow, and gentle thrust, he pushed into her until his tip pressed against her cervix. He groaned in pleasure as Essylt bit her lip to keep from crying out as he filled her, stretching her beyond her terminus ad quem. She should take in been in agonizing painful sensation, but Ulffriic was preventing to the highest degree of it from hurting her.

He pulled out just as slowly until only his tip was inside her, then thrusted back into her, this time a little rougher. He did this over and over, giving Essylt, his queen regnant, time to adjust to his inhumane size from ripping her vaginally paries. With each knife thrust, Essylt relaxed and her whimpers turned to moans as she began to enjoy his claiming of her body. He began pumping into her, his judgment attenuation as his animal nature took over. He growled loudly and bit down on Essylt 's neck, pinning her tightly against the bed as he pounded into her cunt.

Essylt 's groan and cries of delight rang throughout the daemon 's rook, the legion of his minions cheered as they knew they now had a fairy, and soon, the demon 's prophecy would be fulfilled. Essylt moaned and screamed louder and louder as her body was mercilessly ravaged by her demonic partner. She clung to him for dear life story and lifted her ramification to wrap them loosely around his waist.

As Essylt and Ulffriic heard the sunniness and praise of their underlings, something in Essylt snapped. It was hot, being cheered on changed her view on her claiming
, and now she wanted more. She clung to her perverted lover and threw her head back in ecstacy as he pounded I to her, rocking get her trunk and threatening thrust past her cervix uteri.

She pulled back from his Fang so she could locomote his lips to hers, her blood on his tooth and she could taste it. His long cat like tongue penetrated her mouth and assaulted her tongue, intimate brass and towards the back of her throat. She gagged softly and he pulled back but she clung to him. `` Ulffriic, take me, I want it all buried deep inside me. '' She moaned and the fiend gave a twisted grinning. A flashing of fear flashed in Essylt 's center but it faded after a moment.

Ulffriic moved to shore up himself up on his forarms, preparing to thrust himself fully inside of her. `` Prepare yourself my darling, this is going to spite, but once I am fully inside you, it 'll palpate better. This will complete the ritual and you will be mine for all eternity. '' Essylt just gazed up at him and nodded, she could n't impart herself to mouth. She was scared, but she wanted all of him. She loosened her sleeve and relaxed fully against the mattress, her digit clenching against his shoulders.

Ulffriic nodded and adjusted himself and gave her a few moments to prepare herself before he thrusted deep into her. With one rough, violent and awful jab, he forced every last inch of his cock trench into her body, bulging her belly obscenely. Essylt screamed as if she had been run through with a brand. weeping flowed down her face in rivers as her physical structure was impaled.

After what felt like hours but was more like only a minute, he pulled back and thrusted again, going as deep as he could, this time a trivial less painfully as her body was stretched. Ulffriic growled loudly before letting out a grotesque roar, and began jack hammering into her ruined body. Essylt cried out as he claimed her consistence, but even in her cries there was the speech sound of ecstacy as her body was impaled over and over by his grievous shaft. As the pain faded, her cries became fleshly moans as her torso was brought back to the sharpness of orgasm.

Essylt dug her nail down inscrutable into Ulffriic 's back and moaned louder, begging for more. `` Take me ! Yes ! Yes ! YES ! '' she screamed out, which Ulffriic gladly indulged her wishes. He pounded harder and harder until one finish drive pushed them both over the edge.

Essylt screamed as Ulffriic roared once more than as he emptied all of his seed inside her womb. Essylt screamed and moaned in ecstacy as the wave of delight rocked her body for what seemed comparable ages. When they finally recovered from their claiming ritual, Ulffriic had shifted into his human form, and he had his arms wrapped protectively around Essylt 's small and bewilder body.

Essylt whimpered as the discomfort assaulted her skunk, however, being enveloped in his strong arms, she ignores the hurting and nestle in against him. She was barely awake and her hand trailed down to her belly, she had no proof, but she knew, she had no uncertainty he had impregnated her. She knew she should feel fear, but instead she was more than glad, as she was now going to be a mother.

Ulffriic stirred and smiled at his gorgeous bride. `` What shall we do next my Darling. '' He moved his hand to stroke her hair, enjoying having her against him. He had waited so long to finally find her, and now the cycle of destiny could call on in preparation.

Essylt looked up at his God like face and smiled `` My favorite .... '' she raised a hand to his fount and stroked her thumb against his brass bone. `` Shall we address your horde ? Or perhaps ... ... '' she bit her lip and gave a michevious smile `` shall we give them Thomas More to cheer for ? '' She chuckled and leaned up to kiss his mouth and wrapped her arm around his neck opening, ready to be claimed by this much more gentle form.

As they once again began to claim each other, and for the sleep of the night, the drove would cheer as their mogul claimed his queen over and over again.

In the abstruse affectionateness of the Carpathian mountains, a small cottage is hidden in the timber. The nation is twisted and warped, creatures wander through the forest, and within the cottage, the last Hope for humanity resides within the walls of the forsake structure. The Godhead of nether region has claimed his bride and created an heir.

Within a sturdy oak bureau, hidden within the cottage, is the resting place of Zyphyra 's wand, soaked in the blood from the giving birth of her daughter, and the only if tool on earth that will prevent the end of the human race as they know it. The wand pulsates and calls to its hero, waiting for the mortal that would take a shit full use of it to prevent the quenching of the human race and all arrant life story within earth 's region. However, until the hero appears, the twisted animate being of the timberland will be it 's ironic shielder, preventing the decrepit from claiming it 's power.

... ... ... ... ... ...

Ephraim sighed as she cut down yet another demon dog from her path. Long raven tomentum and violet eyes, goddess like aery beaut, ravisher that called to every dark deprived soul within the cuss forest. She wiped her supercilium and smiled and looked up to the glade sky `` Soon ... ..soon I will find the wand, and the Lord of sin will pay for his crimes. ``

*to be continued*