wrath of Nexus
theatrical role One :
The Awakening

By Alecgos
This is an original idea, with no reference or plot of ground from another series, created by Alecgos. If you see this on another situation, note the posting day of the month and the day of the month of this posting : Nov 25, 2013, to XNXX.


The number 1 thing I felt was the cold. It swept over me like a blanket 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 Snake, paralyzing it 's prey before swallowing it into the abbreviated pain and endless bliss of death at the hands of it 's digestive acids. The future thing I felt was the pain in the neck, washing over me, penetrating the numbing frost. I felt as if I had been beaten by a titan. The next, and concluding affair I felt, was an tremendous mitt grasp my articulatio talocruralis, and the nostalgic sensation of blood leaving my body and entering my head.

I had yet to recognize that I was naked until I looked up to see the culprit. I screamed at the sight of his face, and looking back, that was the haywire decision. He slammed me into the priming coat. I was so confused, but over come by hurting, confusion means little, so I kicked whatever it was in the case. Yet another bad decisiveness on my percentage, as it 's retort was to take a breather a wave of fire onto my infantry, likely not purposely, as it was yowling in pain. Then it spoke."I like my to tame my brides. You will do very well. ”, he said, with a diabolic grinning across his demonic face.

I have yet to account my husband. He was a fearful view then, but a regularity now. club base in tallness standing, although he usually prefers to crouch in an ape-like situation, in which he is only of six groundwork. His features are truly sickening, a wide, gaping maw filled with boastfully, yellowing razor-sharp teeth. His cheek bones are very prominent, even protruding from his expression a bit, looking like small horns. He also had two black ram motor horn where one would expect them, behind his pinna, and a very boastfully set of backstage, at least 30 understructure in length from side to side, and filled with small spread. The annex are merely for show though, as he flies with his illusion, and a yearn, spike-covered tail. Also another very big part, but we 'll discourse that in a moment.

He slapped me with his monstrous, blue-black hand before slamming me back into the ground, foot strong melanise. I had just then fix a good look at the landscape. The dry land was made of dingy crystalline ice that emanated a glow coming from a power deep beneath. I scratched at it to get away to no service. He slapped my ass with a total open hand, sending me back onto the frozen ground, in a position at which my tits rubbed uncomfortably and my nipples hardened. He pulled my legs up off of the ground, one on each side of his waste, pulling me up one foundation from the primer coat, as he was then standing completely upright at his nine-foot altitude. I only then got a undecomposed look at myself and remembered.

I 'm not a beautiful young lady, although my master lavishly complements my extravagance whenever given the chance. My hair is charcoal-black, bearing a over-embellished headband adorned with pleach golden strings, the only thing I had been wearing at the fourth dimension I woke up. My face is average, no maskera or blush, with thin lips, long cilium and sapphire eyes. My hide is picket and balmy, toned to the rough surround, bosom of only twenty dollar bill inches with small, perky nipples a bit lower than the middle, that were made perkier by the ice. My stomach is toned and small, falling to my bulwark, which tucks in three in to a slit which my lord now makes me plane, but was at that spot a hobo camp of black fuzz. All leading up to my ass, the leading degree of my entire body. It sticks out seven inches, receding to my long, complete branch. I then remembered my name : Claudia.

Back to the point. I thought of screaming, but I couldn't. This felt flop, and I could n't stop myself from letting it befall. A wet sound was made as the tip of his twenty-four-inch erection fought the stringent opening of my cunt to get in. He pushed and heaved, and finally it entered. I must have been a virgin, because when he ruthlessly slid into home, I screamed in pain as rakehell leaked down my leg. He, not knowing I had been new, laughed a terrible roar that echoed through the dissipation around me."A Virgin, were you ? Not anymore !"He laughed again, and pushed his phallus all the way inside me. It went past the end of my vagina, tucking my clitoris inside as the tip touched my womb and pushed even on that. He thrusted once and again, pushing his dick to new edge every time.

I was in both extreme pain and beautiful lust-induced go. It felt so horribly good interior of me, rubbing my clit at every slash, but also tore at my pussy, turning it into a hallway that a farm man could saunter through. I came all over the shaft, squirting on his wooden leg, hearing steam come from them as the fire that ignited his life-force evaporated it. My eyes rolled back into my head, and he grabbed my tits and did the Same, squirting midst, gooey semen into my cavity. Next, he fell back, clenched fist balled. I fell down, choking on my own spit that I coughed up from the sheer effect of the orgasm. I regained my wit, and felt the cold once again. Standing up was regrettable, as a fountain of cum came trickling down and spilling out of my vagina, causing me to accrue to my knee joint."What, done already ? ”, he asked with the voice of a fox.

He shoved the tip into my asshole in one liquid state crusade, filling it with four in of his dick. I screamed, only in pain this time, 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 botheration. I was crying, feeling my virgin ass being taken by the ilk of a chair leg. It tore, and I swear I could sense it in my intestines, going past my rectum where no man ( or grievous unholy savage ) had gone before. I then felt all of the good aspects of it. The slight wonder of having the obscure explored, the immense joy that could be found hiding beneath the pain in the neck, and the howling feeling it brought upon me. I then came once more, squirting on the priming coat this time, to experience it freeze down in a dirty cream color. He thrust and thrust again, obviously not going to give in as easily as I.

Eventually, a overflow of the thick liquid filled my tight hole, and I whimpered. The tears I had shed had fallen on the ground, freezing immediately. He pulled out, and shoved my off of his pole to the permafrost below."clean and jerk yourself up and put this on, slave."he said, obviously disgusted by my presence when he was not corneous. He threw me a body suit made with the light brown hide of some sort of brute and lined with white fur on the inside and the molding. I put it on, still feeling liquid state leek down both holes, 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 paw gesture and lifting me upward with his strange magic. He turned around, and I levitated behind him as he spread his wing and pounced into the air, gliding, then controlling the very same mystic forcefulness to hold him above the undercoat as he soared toward a cave. My new habitation. The home of my shaver. The Dark Fortress .