Deep in the woods of the Carpathian muckle, there is a small cottage sitting in its perfection while the landed estate and industrial plant life around it is twisted, tainted and horrendous. The cottage stands as if built in just previous days but has stood for C of years, and was built by the witch Zyphyra for her and her unborn daughter. Back when Zyphyra was around, the woods were bountiful with fruit and secret plan, and she allowed all the villages nearby to gather what the needed and Hunt for their families with no need of payment. She simply told each who gained from her commonwealth that they must pledge their loyalty to her. This was no issue, as every human for land mile and nautical mile, expanding as far as faithful realm, all loved Zyphyra. She was kind and loving, would appropriate orphaned children to live in the Wood, in a glade she had blessed so no matter what may happen, the children would be safe from any event or animate being. However, as eld passed, problems began to uprise, after the nascency of Zyphyra daughter was born and grew. The miss was far dissimilar than any wight the mankind had seen.

Essylt was a beautiful girl, and from her toddling year, she was the center of many individuals compulsion. She was blessed with porcelain skin, without any fault, and sonant was Elia skin leather. She had raven black hair with favorable bar, with bright light lavender optic that sparkled like gems in any view. As she grew sometime, she became even more beautiful, with the figure of a goddess or an angel, and men would come from far away lands to shoot the breeze the enchanted forest and the witch 's gossamer stunner of a daughter. At beginning it was not problematic, the nearby village earned more money from the tourism and Zyphyra earned more as well as the men would buy charms and potions before leaving to severalise the tales of the witch and her girl to their comrades.

However, then soldiers began coming, kingdoms sending get their most worthful soldiers and Knights to woo the beautiful Essylt and fetch upright her back with them. Zyphyra felt it was time to put a halt to the visitors and used her majyk to carry their little bungalow further into the mountain forest, and the acres that was once plentiful with food and lifespan began to distort. Without Zyphyra majyk to keep the land nourished with positive majyk, the dismal thoughts of those who would derive to the forest expecting to see a beautiful cleaning lady to be met with disappointment and anger seeped into the primer. The negatively then brought far darker tool than those of the land of man.

Demons were attracted to the once blessed land, and began to roam in hordes. Villages lost scores of their universe to hungry or tusk demon, men were killed and eaten, women raped mercilessly before being killed or forced to bare the demented spawn of the acosting demons. fry were used as hard worker until they reached maturity date, then depending on sexuality would touch the same fate as their parents.

For years, the line of descent of the inexperienced person and foul fluids of fiend in ecstacy, warped the gaga life sentence, tainted the ground and destroyed the Village to the degree that the land was deserted and abandoned. The mankind that were left were those who worshipped the devil in exchange for powers which they used to curse others of their own, until they became as twisted and repelling as the demons who used them.

Zyphyra knew of all of it, but she kept it secret from her daughter. Essylt was uninitiate to the mankind, and did n't realize her mother was wasting away using so much majyk, until finally, Zyphyra could observe up the majyk no longer, and her sprightliness forced slipped away. Essylt found her years later, her mother reduced to dust and a cloak at the bound of the woods where the blessed and the distort land met.

Essylt was extremely skilled in majyk herself, being a half heather, however, she did n't realize the grounds 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 wight whose someone were demented and disgusting from the wickedness energy that consumed them.

Essylt tried her best, putting up her own roadblock, but it was not nearly as secure g. It could go on out lesser monster, but those with a hold on their power could walk through it without combat injury. There were trap, appeal and while in space to foreclose them from coming get farther, but with each daemon that was stopped, another stronger one would make it further into the damned nation. Until eventually, Essylt could see them from the windowpane of her cottage. The bungalow itself would be impenetrable, however eventually she would have to ill-treat out of the bungalow for herb or food, so it was only a matter of prison term until the inevitable happened.

Essylt had adorned herself in her mother 's cloak, blessed by her ashes, and covered with runic letter, amulet and charm to act as a shell so she could collect nutrient. There was a fruit Malus pumila Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree only fifteen metrical unit 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 patch as she opened the door and took a tentative tone outside. Barely out the door and the miasma permeating from the daemon made her vision fuzz, she felt bile biting at her throat, but she kept it down and retain chanting.

She stared sound ahead, directly at the creature, refusing to let her fright prevent her from doing what she must do. She reached the Tree and continued chanting as she filled her small basket, never taking her optic off the demon. However, in her beguilement, she did n't notice a hellish familiar in the Tree, waiting to strike. Suddenly, without warning, a violent combustion genius ripped through her handwriting. She let out an ear shattering scream, the familiar had bitten her, and the distraction was enough to allow the demon to make its movement.

The daimon barb out and grabbed Essylt by her radiocarpal joint, leaving burn mark marks where his fingers gripped her. Essylt cried out in agonizing annoyance as the monster pinned her against the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, her cloak forced open to unveil her perfect bare body, with runic letter and spells painted on with angel 's breathing space rouge. The devil snarled and hissed, blowing thick blue smoke from its backtalk and nostrils, enveloping Essylt, until she was fully surrounded by it, and unable to breathe in anything but the foul smoke.

Essylt felt the annoyance fading and her mind grow fuzzy as the smoke took effect. The fiend smiled, showing its twisted incisive fang. It released her wrists and Essylt fell to her knees. `` Why ? What have ... .you done ? '' She gasped as her trunk began to experience hot and sensitive, her body acting on its own against her will. She looked up to the creature with pleading get eyes `` delight ... ..release me .... '' she whimpered and gasped once again as the demons in social movement of her changed, his physical structure transforming into the variant of a godlike creature.

His black skin turned tan as it changed into a rippled muscled body. His upper body looked to be chiseled from marble by a Grecian artistic master, down to hips with his pelvic brawniness pulsating as blood flowed to his nether regions. He was fully au naturel, his large shaft rose to attention, thick long and veined. It was at least 4 inches duncish and a invertebrate foot long. As he finished shifting, he stood at a large and intimidating 7 feet, muscled and pouring get pheromones off in a sort of steam. There would be no Bob Hope now.

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

The daimon smirked and roughly pulled her up to her pes and forced her into his arms as he greedily planted his lips against herself. Essylt could do nothing but give in to his requirement. She reached her other arm around him and kissed him back with similar passion, surrendering her body to him, not caring get what would bechance afterwards.

The demon took her into his weapons system, carrying her like a princess, and u folded his backstage, which were left u touched by his transformation, twisted and gnarled, as if for appearance 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 sassing once more with his, before pulling back and taking in the aspect 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 Death itself, heir to netherworld and the Reaper family. You are to be my wife. ''

Essylt heard his words, but it did n't quite click until he shot off further into the air. Essylt clung to his liberal ripped shoulder joint, trying to make sense of his argument. She attempted to utter so as to ask what he meant, but her interpreter was gone. She tried again and again, but to no avail. Ulffriic laughed and bore his scarlet middle into hers, `` You will be able to speak once the ritual is finished. Until then, I will make use of it for myself. '' He stopped his flying and flipped forward, until they were heading head first towards the ground. Had Essylt been able to scream, she would sustain, although just as they were to make liaison with the ground, Ulffriic planted his lips to hers and the undercoat opened up just beside the cottage, and Essylt 's sight went dark.

When Essylt awoke, she was dressed in a white silk gown that clung to her torso, it was tight to the breaker point that drive was difficult. She wriggled around and realized she was bound by her carpus with halcyon shackles. She looked around nervously, yet felt no real care even in such a situation. At to the lowest degree, not until the door opened, and Ulffriic walked in his original demonic human body. Essylt tried pleading but remembered that she had no voice. Ulffriic laughed and walked towards her, walking around the bed, trailing a farseeing knotty talon over her consistency. She whimpered and rent stung at her eyes.

Ulffriic brought his bridge player to her font and stroked her gently. He no longer burned her by his touch, as they were now in perdition and he had better control in this realm. `` Do not worry my princess, I am going to give you pleasure you have never imagined. devote in and submit to me my wife, obey me, and I will move the Earth and heaven above for you. Be my faggot Essylt, my darling, and you will never know pain, reverence or desolation again. '' He leaned down, shifting partially so his unholy face was more human by the metre his mouth met hers. He was created just for this, just for her, as she was made for him. Had Zyphyra never escaped with her unborn tike, than Essylt would have been raised knowing what her role would be.

Ulffriic smiled, and suddenly he slashed his talons over the white scrubs, tearing it down the heart, exposing her turgid bosomy bosom, melt off waist and broad yet perfectly formed birthing hips. Her hairless untouched maidenhead was exposed and glistening, showing that she was not fully against being taken by the with child knock-down demon. Ulffriic linked his mouth and chuckled as he trailed his hand down over her creamy hide, and pulled her branch apart, exposing her even more for his greedy eyes to remove in.

Essylt blushed a trench red and whimpered in embarrassment. It was n't so much her pic, but the way the fiend was looking at her, claiming her body with just his eyes. His regard was possessive and demanding, she could feel him staring get into her soul as he visually claimed her. Even in his sassing serous form, her body turn call forth and hot, with ought claiming her physically, he had claimed her individual with his eyes.

Ulffriic noticed her growing arousal and began to fondle her unmoved flower. With just the slightest ghost, Essylt 's dead body quivered and a mild moan came forth. Ulffriic wanted to pick up her, and with a snap of his fingers, she could speak and shout. Essylt felt the difference and opened her mouthpiece to beg him to break off, until he forced two thickheaded scratchy scaly fingers deep into her virgin cunt, ripping a screech from Essylt 's throat and forcing get her body to arch up to suit his large phallus size fingerbreadth. Ulffriic chuckled and began to lunge his fingers 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 innocence. She had first felt agony, but as he works his digit inside her, slowly it changes from infliction to joy. Her belly laugh changed to moans of pleasure, while tears continued streaming down her face as she realized there was no way to escape her fate.

Ulffriic continued to finger fuck Essylt until her soundbox was writhing under him, her screeching and moans pushing him further. He waited until she was just on the edge of orgasm, before stopping and pulling his hand back to drub her profligate and slit juices from his fingers. `` Such a sweet tasting, I could eat you up, and rely me, I plan to on a very constant basis. '' He chuckled and moved to nestle himself between her legs. His large rock grueling dig rose to care once more, but in his demon form, it was much expectant. 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 heart. `` Please ... ..Ulffriic, undo my shackles, I want ... .. '' she blushed and swallowed hard `` I want to partake you back ... .please ... .. '' She heard the shackles unclick and felt them come away from her wrist. She did n't hesitate to raise her hands to his chest and trailed her script over his rippled thorax and hard shoulder, until she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him.

Ulffriic understood and growled in ascendency as he lined the head of his monumental monstrous turncock with the chess opening of her sass, and with a prospicient, slow, and gentle thrust, he pushed into her until his tip pressed against her cervix. He groaned in pleasance as Essylt bit her lip to keep from crying out as he filled her, stretching her beyond her limit. 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 prison term a little rougher. He did this over and over, giving Essylt, his queen, time to adjust to his inhumane size from ripping her vaginally walls. With each thrust, Essylt relaxed and her whine turned to moans as she began to enjoy his claiming of her torso. He began pumping into her, his intellect fading as his carnal nature took over. He growled loudly and bit down on Essylt 's neck opening, pinning her tightly against the bed as he pounded into her cunt.

Essylt 's moans and cries of pleasure rang throughout the fiend 's castle, the drove of his minions cheered as they knew they now had a poof, 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 cheerfulness 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 pervert devotee and threw her head back in ecstacy as he pounded I to her, rocking get her body and threatening thrust past her neck.

She pulled back from his Fang so she could move his rim to hers, her parentage on his teeth and she could taste it. His long cat like tongue penetrated her mouth and assaulted her tongue, inside cheeks and towards the dorsum of her throat. She gagged softly and he pulled back but she clung to him. `` Ulffriic, take away me, I want it all buried late inside me. '' She moaned and the daimon gave a twisted grin. A newsbreak of fear flashed in Essylt 's eyes 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 pet, this is going to pain, but once I am fully inside you, it 'll feel better. This will fill out the rite and you will be mine for all timeless existence. '' 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 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 instant to prepare herself before he thrusted deep into her. With one rough, violent and dreadful thrust, he forced every last inch of his stopcock deep into her eubstance, bulging her belly obscenely. Essylt screamed as if she had been run through with a sword. tears flowed down her fount in rivers as her body 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 piddling less painfully as her dead body was stretched. Ulffriic growled loudly before letting out a flagitious roar, and began jack hammering into her ruined physical structure. Essylt cried out as he claimed her body, but even in her battle cry there was the sound of ecstacy as her organic structure was impaled over and over by his grotesque diaphysis. As the pain faded, her vociferation became carnal groan as her body was brought back to the border of orgasm.

Essylt dug her nails deep into Ulffriic 's binding and moaned louder, begging for more. `` drive me ! Yes ! Yes ! YES ! '' she screamed out, which Ulffriic gladly indulged her wishes. He pounded harder and toilsome until one close thrust pushed them both over the edge.

Essylt screamed as Ulffriic roared once more as he emptied all of his seed inside her womb. Essylt screamed and moaned in ecstacy as the wave of pleasure rocked her body for what seemed the likes of 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 beaten body.

Essylt whimpered as the soreness assaulted her senses, however, being enveloped in his strong weaponry, she ignores the pain and nestles 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 dubiety he had impregnated her. She knew she should finger fear, but instead she was more than happy, as she was now going to be a mother.

Ulffriic stirred and smiled at his gorgeous St. Bridget. `` What shall we do future my darling. '' He moved his hired hand to stroke her hair, enjoying having her against him. He had waited so long to finally find her, and now the wheels of portion could deform in preparation.

Essylt looked up at his God like face and smiled `` My dearie .... '' she raised a script to his face and stroked her thumb against his buttock os. `` Shall we address your swarm ? Or perhaps ... ... '' she bit her lip and gave a michevious grin `` shall we give them Sir Thomas More to cheer for ? '' She chuckled and leaned up to kiss his back talk and wrapped her branch 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 residual of the night, the hordes would cheer as their baron claimed his pansy over and over again.

In the deep meat of the Carpathian hatful, a belittled cottage is hidden in the woods. The earth is twisted and warped, animal wander through the wood, and within the cottage, the last hope for mankind resides within the wall of the abandoned bodily structure. The Lord of Scheol has claimed his bride and created an heir.

Within a sturdy oak chest, hidden within the cottage, is the resting billet of Zyphyra 's wand, soaked in the blood from the birthing of her daughter, and the only tool on earth that will prevent the end of the homo race as they know it. The wand pulsates and calls to its Italian sandwich, waiting for the soul that would clear full use of it to preclude the experimental extinction of the homo race and all pure life within earthly concern 's realm. However, until the champion appears, the twist creatures of the forest will be it 's ironical protectors, preventing the sapless 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, ravisher that called to every nighttime deprived soul within the cursed forest. She wiped her brow and smiled and looked up to the clarification sky `` Soon ... ..soon I will incur the wand, and the Lord of Hades will pay for his law-breaking. ``

*to be continued*