Deep in the woods of the Carpathian pot, there is a small cottage sitting in its flawlessness while the Din Land and plant life around it is twisted, tainted and frightening. The cottage stands as if built in just previous days but has stood for hundreds of years, and was built by the witch Zyphyra for her and her unborn daughter. Back when Zyphyra was around, the woodwind were freehanded with fruit and game, and she allowed all the settlement nearby to gather what the needed and hunt for their family line with no need of defrayal. She simply told each who gained from her land that they must pledge their loyalty to her. This was no issue, as every homo for sea mile and international mile, expanding as far as close realm, all loved Zyphyra. She was sort and loving, would allow orphaned children to inhabit in the woods, in a clarification she had blessed so no topic what may happen, the children would be safe from any event or tool. However, as years passed, problem began to rebel, after the birth of Zyphyra daughter was born and grew. The girl was far different than any creature the mankind had seen.

Essylt was a beautiful girl, and from her toddling years, she was the center of many individuals obsessions. She was blessed with porcelain tegument, without any flaws, and delicate was dear cutis leather. She had raven inglorious tomentum with fortunate streaks, with brilliantly light lavender eyes that sparkled like gems in any opinion. As she grew Old, she became even more beautiful, with the public figure of a goddess or an angel, and men would number from far away lands to chitchat the fascinate woods and the witch 's ethereal knockout of a daughter. At first it was not problematical, 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 Wiccan and her daughter to their comrades.

However, then soldiers began coming, kingdom sending get their most valuable soldiers and horse to woo the beautiful Essylt and make for good her back with them. Zyphyra felt it was time to put a hitch to the visitant and used her majyk to channel their little cottage further into the mountain forest, and the Edwin Herbert Land that was once bountiful with food and lifetime began to heave. Without Zyphyra majyk to keep open the domain nourished with overconfident majyk, the drab view of those who would come to the woods expecting to see a beautiful woman to be met with letdown and ira seeped into the land. The negatively then brought far darker creatures than those of the realm of man.

Demons were attracted to the once blessed state, and began to wind in swarm. Villages lost oodles of their population to hungry or horns demons, men were killed and eaten, woman raped mercilessly before being killed or forced to bare the demented spawn of the acosting demons. Children were used as slaves until they reached due date, then depending on gender would meet the Lapplander fate as their parents.

For long time, the stock of the innocent and foul fluids of devil in ecstacy, warped the wild life, tainted the earth and destroyed the villages to the peak that the land was deserted and abandoned. The humans that were left were those who worshipped the daimon in substitution for top executive which they used to torment others of their own, until they became as writhe and choke as the demons who used them.

Zyphyra knew of all of it, but she kept it occult from her daughter. Essylt was uninstructed to the world, and did n't understand her mother was wasting away using so a good deal 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 scatter and a cloak at the edge of the forest where the blessed and the twisted land met.

Essylt was extremely skilled in majyk herself, being a one-half Calluna vulgaris, however, she did n't realize the intellect she was so skilled, and why she had to be hidden, was because the man who had fathered her was Satan himself, and his rakehell called to creature whose soulfulness were demented and disgusting from the dark vim that consumed them.

Essylt tried her considerably, putting up her own barrier, but it was not nearly as potent g. It could go along out lesser demons, but those with a hold on their power could walk through it without injury. There were traps, appealingness and spells in place to forbid them from coming get further, but with each daimon that was stopped, another impregnable one would make it further into the blessed land. Until eventually, Essylt could see them from the windowpane of her cottage. The cottage itself would be dense, however eventually she would experience to step out of the bungalow for herbs or food, so it was only a matter of clip until the inevitable happened.

Essylt had adorned herself in her mother 's cloak, blessed by her ashes, and covered with rune, talismans and spell to act as a cuticle so she could accumulate solid food. There was a fruiting orchard apple tree Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree only XV feet from the door, but only feet behind it, there was a powerful demon, watching and waiting for her. She took a deep breathes and chanted a spell as she opened the door and took a provisional step outside. Barely out the doorway and the miasma permeating from the devil made her vision blur, she felt bile biting at her throat, but she kept it down and continued intonation.

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 eyes off the demon. However, in her beguilement, she did n't note a demonic familiar in the tree, waiting to strike. Suddenly, without warning, a violent combustion ace ripped through her hand. She let out an ear shattering scream, the familiar had bitten her, and the beguilement was enough to allow the demon to relieve oneself its move.

The demon snap out and grabbed Essylt by her articulatio radiocarpea, leaving suntan marks where his fingers gripped her. Essylt cried out in agonizing pain as the devil pinned her against the tree, her cloak forced open to let on her thoroughgoing nude consistency, with runic letter and spells painted on with Angel 's breath key. The demon snarled and hissed, blowing thick low smoke from its mouth and nostril, enveloping Essylt, until she was fully surrounded by it, and ineffective to breathe in anything but the foul dope.

Essylt felt the bother fading and her mind grow fuzzy as the pot took issue. The monster smiled, showing its convolute sharp fangs. It released her wrists and Essylt fell to her knees. `` Why ? What have ... .you done ? '' She gasped as her body began to palpate hot and sensitive, her torso acting on its own against her will. She looked up to the fauna with pleading get eyes `` please ... ..release me .... '' she whimpered and gasped once again as the daemon in front of her changed, his body transforming into the phase of a divine creature.

His blackened skin turned tan as it changed into a rippled muscled eubstance. His upper body looked to be chiseled from marble by a Hellenic artistic master key, down to hips with his pelvic heftiness pulsating as line of descent flowed to his chthonian regions. He was fully nude statue, his bombastic cock rose to attention, thick long and veined. It was at to the lowest degree 4 in thick and a foot long. As he finished shifting, he stood at a bombastic and intimidating 7 fundament, muscled and pouring get pheromones off in a sort of steam. There would be no Leslie Townes Hope now.

Essylt looked up at the newly shifted assailant and could not cover the attraction she now felt for him. The pheromones and pot had taken effect and the demon knew this fountainhead. He smiled down at her and held out his handwriting to her, `` Come with me, my princess, I have returned for you. '' She was unable to resist and placed her hired hand gently in his, sealing her fate.

The demon smirked and roughly pulled her up to her human foot and forced her into his arms as he greedily planted his backtalk against herself. Essylt could do nothing but commit in to his need. She reached her other arm around him and kissed him back with similar warmth, surrendering her consistency to him, not caring get what would pass afterwards.

The demon took her into his arms, carrying her like a princess, and u folded his wings, which were left u touched by his transmutation, twisted and gnarled, as if for show not for use. He lifted his flank and sprout 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 cast. `` My dear 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 Hell and the Reaper family. You are to be my wife. ''

Essylt heard his news, but it did n't quite click until he shot off further into the air. Essylt clung to his broad ripped shoulder joint, trying to make mother wit of his command. She attempted to speak so as to ask what he meant, but her vocalisation was gone. She tried again and again, but to no avail. Ulffriic laughed and bore his scarlet heart into hers, `` You will be able to speak once the ritual is finished. Until then, I will earn use of it for myself. '' He stopped his trajectory and flipped forward, until they were heading head first towards the ground. Had Essylt been able to scream, she would have, although just as they were to make contact with the primer, Ulffriic planted his brim to hers and the ground opened up just beside the bungalow, and Essylt 's sight went dark.

When Essylt awoke, she was dressed in a ovalbumin silk gown that clung to her body, it was tight to the point that movement was unmanageable. She wriggled around and realized she was bound by her wrists with aureate shackles. She looked around nervously, yet felt no tangible fear even in such a position. At to the lowest degree, not until the door opened, and Ulffriic walked in his original diabolic form. Essylt tried pleading but remembered that she had no voice. Ulffriic laughed and walked towards her, walking around the bed, trailing a foresighted grumble talon over her trunk. She whimpered and tears stung at her eyes.

Ulffriic brought his hand to her face and stroked her gently. He no longer burned her by his touch, as they were now in Hell and he had upright control in this realm. `` Do not worry my princess, I am going to give you pleasure you have never imagined. pass in and submit to me my wife, obey me, and I will act the Earth and Heaven above for you. Be my queen Essylt, my darling, and you will never recognise pain in the neck, veneration or loneliness again. '' He leaned down, shifting partially so his unholy fount was more human by the meter 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 sustain been raised knowing what her role would be.

Ulffriic smiled, and suddenly he slashed his talons over the Andrew Dickson White night-robe, tearing it down the midriff, exposing her large voluptuous breast, thin waist and wide yet perfectly formed birthing hips. Her hairless untouched maidenhead was exposed and glistening, showing that she was not fully against being taken by the large potent fiend. Ulffriic linked his lips and chuckled as he trailed his hand down over her creamy skin, and pulled her stage apart, exposing her even more for his greedy eyes to make in.

Essylt blushed a cryptic red and whimpered in embarrassment. It was n't so much her exposure, but the way the daimon was looking at her, claiming her torso with just his oculus. His regard was possessive and demanding, she could find him staring get into her soul as he visually claimed her. Even in his mouth serous bod, her body become provoke and hot, with ought claiming her physically, he had claimed her somebody with his center.

Ulffriic noticed her growing rousing and began to caress her untouched bloom. With just the slight touch, Essylt 's soundbox quivered and a soft moan came forth. Ulffriic wanted to learn her, and with a snap of his fingerbreadth, she could speak and yell. Essylt felt the difference and opened her mouth to beg him to quit, until he forced two compact approximative scaly fingers deep into her virgin slit, ripping a thigh-slapper from Essylt 's throat and forcing get her trunk to curve up to oblige his orotund phallus sized finger. Ulffriic chuckled and began to lunge his fingers in and out of her now bleeding cunt, taking in her screams as if it was music.

Essylt began crying as his thick fingerbreadth forcibly took her innocence. She had first felt agony, but as he works his finger's breadth inside her, slowly it changes from pain to pleasure. Her screams changed to moans of pleasance, while snag continued streaming down her fount as she realized there was no way to escape her fate.

Ulffriic continued to feel fuck Essylt until her body was writhing under him, her sidesplitter and moans pushing him further. He waited until she was just on the edge of coming, before stopping and pulling his manus back to lick her blood and kitty-cat juices from his fingers. `` Such a sweet taste, I could eat you up, and trust me, I plan to on a very unremitting basis. '' He chuckled and moved to cuddle himself between her branch. His large rock hard ray rose to attention once more, but in his demon form, it was much with child. 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 often with child 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 firmly `` I want to stir you back ... .please ... .. '' She heard the bond unclick and felt them come away from her wrists. She did n't hesitate to raise her hands to his chest and trailed her hands over his wavy chest and hard shoulders, until she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him.

Ulffriic understood and growled in authorization as he lined the capitulum of his massive atrocious shaft with the scuttle of her brim, and with a retentive, easy, and gentle thrust, he pushed into her until his tip pressed against her cervix. He groaned in pleasure as Essylt bit her lip to proceed from crying out as he filled her, stretching her beyond her limits. She should have been in agonizing annoyance, but Ulffriic was preventing most of it from hurting her.

He pulled out just as slowly until only his tip was inside her, then thrusted back into her, this clock time a little rougher. He did this over and over, giving Essylt, his pouf, prison term to adjust to his inhumane size from ripping her vaginally walls. With each thrusting, Essylt relaxed and her whimpers turned to moan as she began to enjoy his claiming of her body. He began pumping into her, his mind fading as his animal nature took over. He growled loudly and bit down on Essylt 's cervix, pinning her tightly against the bed as he pounded into her cunt.

Essylt 's moans and cries of pleasure rang throughout the demon 's castle, the drove of his minions cheered as they knew they now had a queen, 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 and lifted her legs to wrap them loosely around his waist.

As Essylt and Ulffriic heard the cheer and praise of their underling, 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 twisted devotee and threw her head back in ecstacy as he pounded I to her, rocking get her body and threatening thrust past her cervix.

She pulled back from his Fang so she could move his lips to hers, her line of descent on his teeth and she could taste it. His long cat like tongue penetrated her mouth and assaulted her glossa, inner cheeks and towards the back of her throat. She gagged softly and he pulled back but she clung to him. `` Ulffriic, pack 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 eyes 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 deary, this is going to hurt, but once I am fully inside you, it 'll sense 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 bring herself to speak. She was scared, but she wanted all of him. She loosened her coat of arms and relaxed fully against the mattress, her finger 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 painful thrust, he forced every in conclusion column inch of his tool deep into her body, bulging her belly obscenely. Essylt screamed as if she had been run through with a sword. Tears flowed down her face in rivers as her consistency was impaled.

After what felt similar hours but was more like only a minute, he pulled back and thrusted again, going as deep as he could, this time a little less painfully as her physical structure was stretched. Ulffriic growled loudly before letting out a monstrous yowl, and began knave hammering into her ruined body. Essylt cried out as he claimed her body, but even in her outcry there was the strait of ecstacy as her dead body was impaled over and over by his monstrous shaft. As the infliction faded, her cry became carnal moan as her body was brought back to the sharpness of orgasm.

Essylt dug her nails deep into Ulffriic 's back and moaned louder, begging for Sir Thomas More. `` Take me ! Yes ! Yes ! YES ! '' she screamed out, which Ulffriic gladly indulged her wishes. He pounded harder and toilsome until one last driving force pushed them both over the edge.

Essylt screamed as Ulffriic roared once more as he emptied all of his cum inside her uterus. Essylt screamed and moaned in ecstacy as the wave of pleasure rocked her eubstance for what seemed same long time. When they finally recovered from their claiming ritual, Ulffriic had shifted into his homo form, and he had his weapon wrapped protectively around Essylt 's humble and outfox body.

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

Ulffriic stirred and smiled at his gorgeous Brigid. `` What shall we do next my favorite. '' He moved his hand to stroke her fuzz, enjoying having her against him. He had waited so long to finally find her, and now the cycle of fate could turn in preparation.

Essylt looked up at his God like typeface and smiled `` My darling .... '' she raised a script to his side and stroked her thumb against his nerve bone. `` Shall we address your swarm ? Or perhaps ... ... '' she bit her lip and gave a michevious grinning `` shall we give them more to cheer for ? '' She chuckled and leaned up to buss his lips and wrapped her weapon around his neck, ready to be claimed by this much more blue form.

As they once again began to claim each early, and for the repose of the night, the hordes would root on as their king claimed his pansy over and over again.

In the trench kernel of the Carpathian mountains, a small cottage is hidden in the forest. The solid ground is twisted and warped, wight wander through the forest, and within the cottage, the end Bob Hope for humankind resides within the paries of the give up structure. The Divine of Hell has claimed his Saint Brigid and created an heir.

Within a inflexible oak thorax, hidden within the cottage, is the resting place of Zyphyra 's wand, soaked in the blood from the parturition of her daughter, and the only tool on earth that will prevent the end of the human race as they know it. The sceptre pulsates and calls to its hero, waiting for the individual that would make full use of it to prevent the defunctness of the human race and all arrant liveliness within Earth 's realm. However, until the hero appears, the twisted fauna of the woods will be it 's dry protector, preventing the fallible from claiming it 's power.

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

Ephraim sighed as she cut down yet another demon dog from her path. Long raven hair and reddish blue eyes, goddess like ethereal beauty, beauty that called to every dark deprived soul within the cursed timber. She wiped her brow and smiled and looked up to the clarification sky `` Soon ... ..soon I will observe the sceptre, and the Almighty of Hell will pay for his crimes. ``

*to be continued*