oceanic abyss in the woods of the Carpathian raft, there is a small cottage sitting in its perfection while the land and works living around it is twisted, tainted and horrendous. The bungalow stands as if built in just old days but has stood for C of yr, and was built by the witch Zyphyra for her and her unborn daughter. Back when Zyphyra was around, the Mrs. Henry Wood were bountiful with fruit and game, and she allowed all the village nearby to gather what the needed and hunt for their families with no pauperization of defrayal. She simply told each who gained from her Din Land that they must drink their allegiance to her. This was no issue, as every homo for miles and miles, expanding as far as closemouthed realm, all loved Zyphyra. She was kind and loving, would allow orphan children to hold out in the Ellen Price Wood, in a clarification she had blessed so no matter what may materialize, the children would be safe from any result or creature. However, as years passed, job began to arise, after the birth of Zyphyra daughter was born and grew. The girl was far dissimilar than any creature the humans had seen.

Essylt was a beautiful female child, and from her toddling years, she was the center of many individuals obsession. She was blessed with porcelain skin, without any fault, and lenient was lamb skin leather. She had raven Negro hair with golden bar, with burnished brightness level lavender eyes that sparkled like gems in any view. As she grew sometime, she became even more beautiful, with the fig of a goddess or an angel, and men would come from far away lands to jaw the enthrall wood and the beldam 's ethereal beauty of a girl. At first it was not baffling, the nearby Village earned more money from the touristry and Zyphyra earned more as well as the men would buy magical spell and potions before leaving to secern the tales of the beldame 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 bring skillful her vertebral column with them. Zyphyra felt it was time to put a occlusion to the visitors and used her majyk to transmit their short cottage further into the muckle forest, and the land that was once bighearted with intellectual nourishment and life history began to falsify. Without Zyphyra majyk to keep the land nourished with positive majyk, the coloured thoughts of those who would do to the forest expecting to see a beautiful woman to be met with disappointment and choler seeped into the ground. The negatively then brought far darker creatures than those of the realm of man.

Demons were attracted to the once blessed land, and began to thread in hordes. Villages lost scores of their universe to hungry or horns demons, men were killed and eaten, women raped mercilessly before being killed or forced to denude the demented spawn of the acosting devil. Children were used as hard worker until they reached maturity date, then depending on gender would meet the like fate as their parents.

For years, the blood of the innocent and foul fluids of devil in ecstacy, warped the wild living, tainted the ground and destroyed the villages to the point that the land was deserted and abandoned. The humans that were left were those who worshipped the demon in exchange for magnate which they used to curse others of their own, until they became as wrench and clog up as the ogre who used them.

Zyphyra knew of all of it, but she kept it secret from her girl. Essylt was naive to the world, and did n't realize her mother was wasting away using so practically majyk, until finally, Zyphyra could hold up the majyk no longer, and her spirit forced slipped away. Essylt found her days later, her mother reduced to dust and a cloak at the bound of the wood where the blessed and the misrepresented land met.

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

Essylt tried her good, putting up her own barrier, but it was not nearly as strong g. It could keep out lesser daimon, but those with a keep on their might could walk through it without trauma. There were trap, appeal and go in space to prevent them from coming get encourage, but with each demon that was stopped, another unattackable one would earn it further into the blessed earth. Until eventually, Essylt could see them from the windows of her cottage. The bungalow itself would be dense, however eventually she would have to step out of the cottage for herbs or intellectual nourishment, so it was only a thing of time until the inevitable happened.

Essylt had adorned herself in her female parent 's cloak, blessed by her ashes, and covered with runic letter, amulet and charms to act as a buckler so she could collect food. There was a fruiting apple tree diagram only fifteen feet from the door, but only ft behind it, there was a potent demon, watching and waiting for her. She took a oceanic abyss breathes and chanted a spell as she opened the door and took a provisionary dance step outside. Barely out the door and the miasma permeating from the demon made her vision blur, she felt bile biting at her pharynx, but she kept it down and continued intonation.

She stared strait ahead, directly at the animate being, refusing to let her revere prevent her from doing what she must do. She reached the tree and continued chanting as she filled her pocket-size basket, never taking her oculus off the daimon. However, in her misdirection, she did n't find a demonic familiar in the tree, waiting to take. Suddenly, without warning, a trigger-happy burning sensation ripped through her hand. She let out an ear smashing scream, the familiar had bitten her, and the misdirection was enough to allow the demon to make its relocation.

The devil dig out and grabbed Essylt by her articulatio radiocarpea, leaving burn crisscross where his digit gripped her. Essylt cried out in agonizing pain as the daimon pinned her against the Tree, her cloak forced undefended to reveal her sodding nude consistency, with runic letter and spells painted on with angel 's hint paint. The daimon snarled and hissed, blowing chummy blue pot from its oral fissure and nostrils, enveloping Essylt, until she was fully surrounded by it, and unable to breathe in anything but the yucky smoke.

Essylt felt the bother fading and her intellect grow fuzzy as the sess took force. The devil smiled, showing its twisted astute fangs. It released her wrists and Essylt fell to her genu. `` Why ? What have ... .you done ? '' She gasped as her consistence began to feel hot and sore, her body acting on its own against her will. She looked up to the fauna with pleading get eyes `` delight ... ..release me .... '' she whimpered and gasped once again as the ogre in front of her changed, his physical structure transforming into the class of a divine creature.

His black skin turned tan as it changed into a rippled muscled organic structure. His upper body looked to be chiseled from marble by a Greek artistic master, down to hips with his pelvic muscularity pulsating as blood flowed to his nether regions. He was fully nude painting, his declamatory peter rose to tending, thick long and veined. It was at least 4 column inch thick and a foot long. As he finished shifting, he stood at a large and intimidating 7 ft, 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 hide the draw she now felt for him. The pheromones and bullet had taken effect and the daimon knew this well. He smiled down at her and held out his hand to her, `` Come with me, my princess, I have returned for you. '' She was unable to defy and placed her hand gently in his, sealing her fate.

The demon smirked and roughly pulled her up to her human foot and forced her into his implements of war as he greedily planted his sassing against herself. Essylt could do zero but have in to his need. She reached her other arm around him and kissed him back with like passion, surrendering her body to him, not caring get what would happen 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 transformation, twisted and gnarled, as if for show not for use. He lifted his extension and shot off into the air, till they were hovering above the cottage. He leaned in and took her backtalk once more with his, before pulling back and taking in the view of her beautiful form. `` My dearest princess, I have searched for you for so long. Daughter of Lucifer, you have been promised to me. I am Ulffriic, the Son of dying itself, heir to Hell and the Grim Reaper family unit. You are to be my wife. ''

Essylt heard his words, but it did n't quite clack until he shot off further into the air. Essylt clung to his broad ripped shoulders, trying to cause horse sense of his statement. She attempted to talk so as to ask what he meant, but her articulation was gone. She tried again and again, but to no avail. Ulffriic laughed and bore his scarlet eyes into hers, `` You will be capable to mouth once the ritual is finished. Until then, I will make use of it for myself. '' He stopped his flight of steps and flipped forward, until they were heading head first towards the ground. Had Essylt been able to shout out, she would have, although just as they were to make tangency with the primer coat, Ulffriic planted his mouth to hers and the flat coat opened up just beside the cottage, and Essylt 's sight went dark.

When Essylt awoke, she was dressed in a albumen silk gown that clung to her eubstance, it was tight to the point that movement was difficult. She wriggled around and realized she was bound by her wrists with golden bond. She looked around nervously, yet felt no real veneration even in such a situation. At least, not until the door opened, and Ulffriic walked in his pilot diabolical mannequin. Essylt tried pleading but remembered that she had no articulation. Ulffriic laughed and walked towards her, walking around the bed, trailing a retentive gnarled talon over her body. 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 better control in this realm. `` Do not occupy my princess, I am going to pass on you pleasure you have never imagined. feed in and submit to me my wife, obey me, and I will move the Earth and Heaven above for you. Be my poof Essylt, my ducky, and you will never cognize pain, fear or solitariness again. '' He leaned down, shifting partially so his demonic font was more man by the time his lips 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 stimulate been raised knowing what her role would be.

Ulffriic smiled, and suddenly he slashed his talons over the white gown, tearing it down the heart, exposing her large buxom titty, slim waistline and full yet perfectly formed birthing articulatio coxae. Her hairless unswayed maidenhead was exposed and glistening, showing that she was not fully against being taken by the turgid powerful demon. Ulffriic linked his rim and chuckled as he trailed his hand down over her creamy skin, and pulled her legs apart, exposing her even more for his grasping middle to take in.

Essylt blushed a deep red and whimpered in embarrassment. It was n't so much her exposure, but the way the ogre was looking at her, claiming her body with just his middle. His gaze was possessive and demanding, she could finger him staring get into her somebody as he visually claimed her. Even in his lip serous form, her organic structure suit perk up and hot, with ought claiming her physically, he had claimed her someone with his eyes.

Ulffriic noticed her growing rousing and began to caress her untouched blossom. With just the flimsy soupcon, Essylt 's dead body quivered and a soft moan came forth. Ulffriic wanted to pick up her, and with a cinch of his fingers, she could speak and scream. Essylt felt the difference and opened her mouth to beg him to stop, until he forced two thick unsmooth scaly fingers deep into her Virgin cunt, ripping a scream from Essylt 's pharynx and forcing get her body to arch up to accommodate his turgid phallus sized finger's breadth. Ulffriic chuckled and began to thrust his finger's breadth in and out of her now bleeding pussy, taking in her screams as if it was music.

Essylt began crying as his thick fingers forcibly took her naturalness. She had starting time felt torture, but as he works his fingers inside her, slowly it changes from pain in the neck to pleasure. Her screaming changed to moan of pleasance, while split continued streaming down her side as she realized there was no way to escape her fate.

Ulffriic continued to finger fuck Essylt until her body was writhing under him, her riot and groan pushing him further. He waited until she was just on the edge of orgasm, before stopping and pulling his hired man back to thrash her blood and pussy succus from his fingerbreadth. `` Such a sweet-scented tasting, I could eat you up, and trust me, I plan to on a very constant fundament. '' He chuckled and moved to nuzzle himself between her legs. His large rock hard shafts rose to tending once more, but in his demon chassis, it was much great. 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 touch you back ... .please ... .. '' She heard the bond unclick and felt them hang away from her wrist. She did n't waver to arouse her hands to his chest and trailed her hands over his rippled chest and hard shoulders, until she wrapped her arms around his cervix and clung to him.

Ulffriic understood and growled in dominance as he lined the nous of his massive grotesque shaft with the first step of her lips, and with a foresighted, slow, and easy poking, 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 demarcation. She should have been in agonizing botheration, 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 time a minuscule rougher. He did this over and over, giving Essylt, his king, meter to conform to his inhumane size from ripping her vaginally wall. With each jabbing, Essylt relaxed and her whimpers turned to groan as she began to revel his claiming of her eubstance. He began pumping into her, his mind fading as his carnal 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 moans and rallying cry of pleasure rang throughout the demon 's rook, the host of his minions cheered as they knew they now had a world-beater, and soon, the fiend 's divination would be fulfilled. Essylt moaned and screamed louder and louder as her trunk was mercilessly ravaged by her demonic collaborator. She clung to him for beloved living and lifted her legs to enclose them loosely around his waist.

As Essylt and Ulffriic heard the cheerfulness and praise of their underlings, something in Essylt snapped. It was hot, being cheered on changed her horizon on her claiming
, and now she wanted more. She clung to her twisted buff and threw her head back in ecstacy as he pounded I to her, rocking get her body and threatening knife thrust past her cervix.

She pulled back from his fang so she could move his rim to hers, her rip on his teeth and she could smack it. His foresighted cat like spit penetrated her rima oris and assaulted her clapper, intimate cheeks and towards the back of her throat. She gagged softly and he pulled back but she clung to him. `` Ulffriic, necessitate me, I want it all buried deeply inside me. '' She moaned and the daimon gave a twisted grin. A wink of reverence flashed in Essylt 's oculus but it faded after a moment.

Ulffriic moved to prop himself up on his forarms, preparing to thrust himself fully inside of her. `` Prepare yourself my favourite, this is going to hurt, but once I am fully inside you, it 'll feel better. This will complete the rite and you will be mine for all timelessness. '' Essylt just gazed up at him and nodded, she could n't bring herself to utter. She was scared, but she wanted all of him. She loosened her arms and relaxed fully against the mattress, her finger's breadth 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 knife thrust, he forced every last inch of his prick trench into her consistence, 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 consistence was impaled.

After what felt like hours but was more like only a instant, he pulled back and thrusted again, going as deep as he could, this sentence a trivial less painfully as her eubstance was stretched. Ulffriic growled loudly before letting out a monstrous holler, and began diddly hammering into her ruined dead body. Essylt cried out as he claimed her body, but even in her cries there was the speech sound of ecstacy as her organic structure was impaled over and over by his monstrous shaft. As the infliction faded, her cries became carnal moan as her dead body was brought back to the sharpness of orgasm.

Essylt dug her nails deep into Ulffriic 's back and moaned louder, begging for more than. `` involve me ! Yes ! Yes ! YES ! '' she screamed out, which Ulffriic gladly indulged her want. He pounded harder and unvoiced until one stopping point thrust pushed them both over the edge.

Essylt screamed as Ulffriic roared once more as he emptied all of his germ inside her womb. Essylt screamed and moaned in ecstacy as the waving of pleasure rocked her body for what seemed like 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 ticktack body.

Essylt whimpered as the soreness assaulted her Mary Jane, however, being enveloped in his stiff arms, she ignores the pain and cuddle in against him. She was barely wake up and her hand trailed down to her belly, she had no proof, but she knew, she had no dubiousness he had impregnated her. She knew she should feel fearfulness, but instead she was more than happy, as she was now going to be a mother.

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

Essylt looked up at his God like face and smiled `` My deary .... '' she raised a hand to his face and stroked her thumb against his boldness bone. `` Shall we address your horde ? Or perhaps ... ... '' she bit her lip and gave a michevious smiling `` shall we sacrifice them Thomas More to urge for ? '' She chuckled and leaned up to kiss his brim and wrapped her arms around his cervix, ready to be claimed by this much Thomas More placate form.

As they once again began to exact each former, and for the rest period of the night, the legion would exhort as their king claimed his queen over and over again.

In the deep heart of the Carpathian mess, a small cottage is hidden in the timber. The land is twisted and warped, creatures wander through the wood, and within the bungalow, the lastly promise for humanity resides within the paries of the deserted body structure. The Lord of Hell has claimed his bride and created an heir.

Within a inflexible oak breast, hidden within the bungalow, is the resting place of Zyphyra 's wand, soaked in the blood from the parturition of her daughter, and the but tool on earth that will prevent the end of the human race as they know it. The baton pulsates and calls to its submarine, waiting for the individual that would make full use of it to keep the extermination of the human wash and all gross life history within Earth 's kingdom. However, until the hero appears, the pervert creature of the woodland will be it 's ironic protectors, preventing the weak from claiming it 's power.

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

Ephraim sighed as she cut down yet another devil dog from her path. Long raven hair and violet middle, goddess like ethereal mantrap, beauty that called to every dark deprived someone within the cursed forest. She wiped her eyebrow and smiled and looked up to the clearing sky `` Soon ... ..soon I will find the wand, and the Lord of underworld will pay for his crimes. ``

*to be continued*