ire of nexus
Part One :
The Awakening

By Alecgos
This is an original idea, with no characters or plots from another serial, created by Alecgos. If you see this on another internet site, note the posting appointment and the date of this mailing : Nov 25, 2013, to XNXX.


The first affair I felt was the frigidity. It swept over me like a cover of snow, slowly drifting to sluggishly envelope me. Then the cold came crashing down on me like a hail storm. Biting into me as if it were a Hydra, paralyzing it 's prey before swallowing it into the brief infliction and eternal walking on air of last at the hands of it 's digestive acids. The next thing I felt was the hurting, washing over me, penetrating the numbing frost. I felt as if I had been beaten by a titan. The next, and net thing I felt, was an enormous handwriting grasp my ankle, and the nostalgic wizard of blood leaving my body and entering my head.

I had yet to make that I was naked until I looked up to see the perpetrator. I screamed at the sight of his face, and looking back, that was the awry decision. He slammed me into the primer coat. I was so put off, but over come by pain in the ass, discombobulation means little, so I kicked whatever it was in the grimace. Yet another bad decision on my region, as it 's return was to breathe a moving ridge of fire onto my infantry, likely not purposely, as it was yowling in painfulness. Then it spoke."I like my to tame my St. Brigid. You will do very well. ”, he said, with a mephistophelean smile across his diabolic face.

I have yet to draw my husband. He was a fearful batch then, but a geometrical regularity now. Nine feet in altitude standing, although he usually prefers to crouch in an ape-like lieu, in which he is only of six feet. His features are truly churn up, a wide, gaping maw filled with orotund, yellowing razor-sharp teeth. His impudence ivory are very large, even protruding from his font a bit, looking like small horns. He also had two blacken ram horns where one would expect them, behind his ear, and a very large set of annex, at least XXX foot in length from side to side, and filled with pocket-size disruption. The wings are merely for appearance though, as he flies with his magic, and a foresighted, spike-covered tail. Also another very big part, but we 'll hash out that in a moment.

He slapped me with his grotesque, bluish black handwriting before slamming me back into the terra firma, foot solid black. I had just then obtain a just facial expression at the landscape. The ground was made of black crystalline ice that emanated a gleam coming from a baron thick beneath. I scratched at it to get away to no avail. He slapped my ass with a full open hired man, sending me back onto the frozen footing, in a place at which my tits rubbed uncomfortably and my nipples hardened. He pulled my branch up off of the ground, one on each side of his wastefulness, pulling me up one metrical unit from the priming coat, as he was then standing completely upright at his nine-foot height. I only then got a good look at myself and remembered.

I 'm not a beautiful missy, although my skipper lavishly complements my prodigality whenever given the fortune. My hair is charcoal-black, bearing a purple headband adorned with lace golden train, the only if thing I had been wearing at the time I woke up. My face is average, no maskera or blush, with slight back talk, long eyelash and sapphire eyes. My hide is pale and flabby, toned to the coarse environs, breasts of only XX inches with small, perky tit a bit lower than the centre, that were made perkier by the ice. My tum is toned and small, falling to my bulwark, which tucks in three in to a slit which my master now makes me plane, but was at that point a jungle of mordant hair. All leading up to my ass, the leading point in time of my entire eubstance. It sticks out seven column inch, receding to my farseeing, complete peg. I then remembered my name : Claudia.

cover to the point. I thought of screech, but I couldn't. This felt right, and I could n't stop myself from letting it hap. A wet sound was made as the tip of his twenty-four-inch erection fought the pixilated first step of my cunt to get in. He pushed and heaved, and finally it entered. I must take been a Virgo, because when he ruthlessly slid into home, I screamed in pain sensation as ancestry leaked down my leg. He, not knowing I had been new, laughed a frightful roar that echoed through the wastes around me."A 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 uterus and pushed even on that. He thrusted once and again, pushing his dick to new boundaries every time.

I was in both extreme pain and beautiful lust-induced raptus. It felt so horribly good inside of me, rubbing my clit at every virgule, but also tore at my kitty-cat, turning it into a hall that a turn man could stroll through. I came all over the shaft, squirting on his ramification, hearing steam seminal fluid from them as the fervidness that ignited his life-force evaporated it. My eyes rolled back into my foreland, and he grabbed my boob and did the Sami, squirting thick, gooey semen into my cavity. Next, he fell back, fists balled. I fell down, choking on my own expectoration that I coughed up from the sheer force of the orgasm. I regained my wit, and felt the common cold once again. Standing up was regrettable, as a fountain of cum came trickling down and spilling out of my vagina, causing me to decrease to my stifle."What, done already ? ”, he asked with the voice of a fox.

He shoved the tip into my asshole in one liquid campaign, filling it with four inches of his peter. I screamed, only in pain 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 Virgo 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 flagitious demonic brute ) had gone before. I then felt all of the good aspect of it. The fragile wonder of having the nameless explored, the immense pleasure that could be found hiding beneath the pain, and the wonderful intuitive feeling it brought upon me. I then came once to a greater extent, squirting on the ground this prison term, to have it block in a dingy emollient colour. He thrust and thrust again, obviously not going to give in as easily as I.

Eventually, a flood of the blockheaded liquid filled my tight cakehole, and I whimpered. The split I had shed had fallen on the flat coat, freezing immediately. He pulled out, and shoved my off of his rod to the permafrost below."Clean yourself up and put this on, slave."he said, obviously disgusted by my presence when he was not horny. He threw me a body suit made with the light brown tegument of some sort of fauna and lined with white fur on the interior and the borders. I put it on, still feeling liquid leek down both gob, 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 manus gesture and lifting me upward with his foreign thaumaturgy. He turned around, and I levitated behind him as he spread his wings and pounced into the air, gliding, then controlling the very same mystic force to maintain him above the undercoat as he soared toward a cave. My new home. The home of my children. The Dark fort .