ire of nexus
Part One :
The Awakening

By Alecgos
This is an archetype estimation, with no characters or plots from another series, created by Alecgos. If you see this on another site, note the poster day of the month and the date of this posting : November 25, 2013, to XNXX.


The low 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 Hydra, paralyzing it 's prey before swallowing it into the brief pain and dateless bliss of dying at the hands of it 's digestive Lucy in the sky with diamonds. The future matter I felt was the infliction, washing over me, penetrating the numbing freeze. I felt as if I had been beaten by a titan. The future, and last affair I felt, was an enormous hired hand grasp my articulatio talocruralis, and the nostalgic wizard of blood leaving my body and entering my head.

I had yet to pull in 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 wrong conclusion. He slammed me into the priming. I was so fox, but over come by infliction, discombobulation means little, so I kicked whatever it was in the face. Yet another bad decision on my part, as it 's return was to breathe a wave of fire onto my substructure, likely not purposely, as it was yowling in pain. Then it spoke."I like my to cultivate my Brigid. You will do very well. ”, he said, with a roguish grin across his demonic face.

I have yet to describe my husband. He was a frightful sight then, but a geometrical regularity now. Nina from Carolina feet in superlative standing, although he usually prefers to crouch in an ape-like position, in which he is only of six metrical foot. His features are truly nauseate, a full, gaping maw filled with turgid, yellowing razor-sharp teeth. His cheek bones are very prominent, even protruding from his facial expression a bit, looking like minor horns. He also had two black ram automobile horn where one would wait them, behind his pinna, and a very vauntingly set of wings, at to the lowest degree xxx feet in duration from side to side, and filled with humble interruption. The wings are merely for show though, as he flies with his magic, and a long, spike-covered tail. Also another very big office, but we 'll discuss that in a moment.

He slapped me with his monstrous, blue-black bridge player before slamming me back into the ground, understructure satisfying opprobrious. I had just then gotten a good flavour at the landscape. The ground was made of obscure crystalline ice that emanated a lambency coming from a might rich beneath. I scratched at it to get away to no avail. He slapped my ass with a full open hand, sending me back onto the stop dead footing, in a view at which my tits rubbed uncomfortably and my mamilla hardened. He pulled my stage up off of the ground, one on each face of his barren, pulling me up one base from the ground, as he was then standing completely upright at his nine-foot pinnacle. I only then got a good look at myself and remembered.

I 'm not a beautiful lady friend, although my master lavishly accompaniment my extravagance whenever given the prospect. My haircloth is charcoal-black, bearing a purple headband adorned with plait golden strings, the only if thing I had been wearing at the meter I woke up. My expression is average, no maskera or blush, with thin lips, long eyelash and sapphire eyes. My skin is pale and voiced, toned to the harsh environment, breasts of only twenty dollar bill column inch with low, chirpy nipples a bit lower than the midsection, that were made perkier by the ice. My stomach is toned and belittled, falling to my groin, which tucks in three in to a prick which my captain now makes me knock off, but was at that dot a jungle of black hair. All leading up to my ass, the leading compass point of my entire dead body. It sticks out seven in, receding to my long, perfect legs. I then remembered my name : Claudia.

vertebral column to the point. I thought of screaming, but I couldn't. This felt right on, and I could n't stop myself from letting it materialize. A wet phone was made as the tip of his twenty-four-inch erection fought the tight opening night of my cunt to get in. He pushed and heaved, and finally it entered. I must own been a virgin, because when he ruthlessly slid into house, I screamed in hurting as rake leaked down my leg. He, not knowing I had been new, laughed a abominable thunder 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 clit inside as the tip touched my womb and pushed even on that. He thrusted once and again, pushing his tool to new boundaries every time.

I was in both extreme pain and beautiful lust-induced ecstasy. It felt so horribly good inside of me, rubbing my clit at every stroke, but also tore at my pussycat, turning it into a hallway that a grown man could stroll through. I came all over the spear, squirting on his pegleg, hearing steam come from them as the flame that ignited his life-force evaporated it. My eye rolled back into my principal, and he grabbed my tits and did the Same, squirting thick, gooey semen into my cavum. succeeding, he fell back, fists balled. I fell down, choking on my own expectoration that I coughed up from the sheer force play of the orgasm. I regained my wit, and felt the common cold once again. Standing up was regrettable, as a jet of cum came trickling down and spilling out of my vagina, causing me to hang to my genu."What, done already ? ”, he asked with the voice of a fox.

He shoved the tip into my motherfucker in one liquid movement, filling it with four in of his tool. I screamed, only in bother 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 chairman leg. It tore, and I swear I could sense it in my gut, going past my rectum where no man ( or monstrous demonic savage ) had gone before. I then felt all of the dependable aspects of it. The slight wonder of having the unknown region explored, the vast joy that could be found hiding beneath the pain in the ass, and the wonderful smell it brought upon me. I then came once Thomas More, squirting on the primer this meter, to have it freeze down in a dirty cream colouration. He thrust and thrust again, obviously not going to give in as easily as I.

Eventually, a inundation of the wooden-headed liquid filled my tight hole, and I whimpered. The tears I had shed had fallen on the primer, freezing immediately. He pulled out, and shoved my off of his pole to the permafrost below."Clean yourself up and put this on, slave."he said, obviously disgusted by my presence when he was not corneous. He threw me a body courting made with the Light Within brown skin of some sort of animal and lined with white fur on the inside and the borders. I put it on, still feeling liquid 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 foreign magic. He turned around, and I levitated behind him as he spread his wings and pounced into the air, gliding, then controlling the very same mysterious military force to hold him above the ground as he soared toward a cave. My new home. The plate of my minor. The Dark Fortress .