deep in the woods of the Carpathian mountains, there is a small-scale cottage sitting in its perfection while the acres and plant life life around it is twisted, tainted and dreaded. The cottage stands as if built in just former days but has stood for hundred of age, and was built by the witch Zyphyra for her and her unborn daughter. Back when Zyphyra was around, the woods were liberal with fruit and secret plan, and she allowed all the villages nearby to gain what the needed and search for their home with no need of payment. She simply told each who gained from her land that they must pledge their trueness to her. This was no issue, as every human for miles and miles, expanding as far as close realm, all loved Zyphyra. She was sort and loving, would allow orphan shaver to last in the woodwind, in a glade she had blessed so no subject what may happen, the children would be dependable from any upshot or fauna. However, as eld passed, problems began to originate, after the birth of Zyphyra daughter was born and grew. The girl was far different than any creature the humans had seen.

Essylt was a beautiful fille, and from her toddling years, she was the center of many soul fixation. She was blessed with porcelain tegument, without any fault, and mild was Elia cutis leather. She had raven total darkness whisker with golden run, with bright light lavender eyes that sparkled like gemstone in any horizon. As she grew older, she became even more beautiful, with the form of a goddess or an holy man, and men would come from far away lands to visit the enchanted forest and the witch 's ethereal beauty of a daughter. At low it was not baffling, the nearby villages earned more money from the touristry and Zyphyra earned more as well as the men would buy charms and potions before leaving to tell the tales of the enchantress and her daughter to their comrades.

However, then soldiers began coming, kingdoms sending get their most valuable soldiers and Knights to woo the beautiful Essylt and bring good her back with them. Zyphyra felt it was time to put a period to the visitor and used her majyk to transfer their little cottage further into the pile forest, and the land that was once bountiful with nutrient and life began to falsify. Without Zyphyra majyk to hold on the body politic nourished with overconfident majyk, the nighttime thinking of those who would come to the timberland expecting to see a beautiful woman to be met with disappointment and anger seeped into the ground. The negatively then brought far darker creatures than those of the realm of man.

demon were attracted to the once blessed land, and began to wander in hordes. Village lost musical score of their population to hungry or horns demons, men were killed and eaten, woman raped mercilessly before being killed or forced to strip the demented spawn of the acosting demons. nipper were used as slaves until they reached due date, then depending on gender would meet the same fate as their parents.

For years, the blood of the innocent and foul fluids of demons in ecstacy, warped the wild life, tainted the ground and destroyed the settlement to the point that the state was deserted and abandoned. The man that were left were those who worshipped the monster in substitution for powers which they used to torment others of their own, until they became as curve and foul as the demon who used them.

Zyphyra knew of all of it, but she kept it secret from her daughter. Essylt was naive to the world, and did n't realize her mother was wasting away using so much majyk, until finally, Zyphyra could save up the majyk no longer, and her life forced slipped away. Essylt found her days later, her mother reduced to sprinkle and a cloak at the bound of the Sir Henry Joseph Wood where the blessed and the twisted land met.

Essylt was extremely skilled in majyk herself, being a half Lota lota, however, she did n't actualise the grounds she was so skilled, and why she had to be hidden, was because the man who had fathered her was Lucifer himself, and his blood called to creatures whose soul were demented and disgusting from the shadow energy that consumed them.

Essylt tried her best, putting up her own roadblock, but it was not nearly as hard g. It could keep out lesser demon, but those with a hold on their exponent could walk through it without injury. There were maw, charm and enchantment in billet to prevent them from coming get further, but with each demon that was stopped, another stiff one would make it further into the blessed land. Until eventually, Essylt could see them from the windows of her bungalow. The cottage itself would be impenetrable, however eventually she would experience to step out of the cottage for herbs or food for thought, so it was only a matter of prison term until the inevitable happened.

Essylt had adorned herself in her female parent 's cloak, blessed by her ash, and covered with rune, talisman and magical spell to act as a shield so she could collect solid food. There was a fruiting Malus pumila tree only fifteen human foot from the door, but only animal foot behind it, there was a powerful demon, watching and waiting for her. She took a deep breathes and chanted a spell as she opened the door and took a provisional step outside. Barely out the threshold and the miasma permeating from the monster made her visual modality fuzz, she felt gall biting at her throat, but she kept it down and proceed chanting.

She stared straits ahead, directly at the creature, refusing to let her fear 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 distraction, she did n't notice a satanic familiar in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, waiting to strike. Suddenly, without warning, a tearing burning maven ripped through her hand. She let out an ear smashing scream, the comrade had bitten her, and the distraction was enough to allow the demon to make its move.

The demon guess out and grabbed Essylt by her wrists, leaving burn First Baron Marks of Broughton where his fingers gripped her. Essylt cried out in agonizing pain in the ass as the ogre pinned her against the tree diagram, her cloak forced open to reveal her hone nude statue eubstance, with runic letter and spells painted on with holy person 's breath paint. The devil snarled and hissed, blowing fatheaded wild blue yonder smoke from its sassing and nostrils, enveloping Essylt, until she was fully surrounded by it, and unable to breathe in anything but the foul smoke.

Essylt felt the pain fading and her judgement grow fuzzy as the grass took effect. The demon smiled, showing its perverted acutely fangs. It released her wrists and Essylt fell to her knees. `` Why ? What have ... .you done ? '' She gasped as her body began to feel hot and spiritualist, her consistency acting on its own against her will. She looked up to the brute with pleading get optic `` please ... ..release me .... '' she whimpered and gasped once again as the fiend in front of her changed, his body transforming into the form of a godlike tool.

His grim skin turned tan as it changed into a rippled muscled body. His upper body looked to be chiseled from marble by a Greek esthetic master, down to hips with his pelvic sinew pulsating as bloodline flowed to his chthonic regions. He was fully nude person, his large shafts rose to aid, stocky long and veined. It was at least 4 column inch thick and a metrical foot long. As he finished shifting, he stood at a tumid and intimidating 7 feet, muscled and pouring get pheromones off in a variety of steam. There would be no hope now.

Essylt looked up at the newly shifted aggressor and could not hide the attraction she now felt for him. The pheromones and smoke had taken effect and the daimon knew this well. He smiled down at her and held out his script to her, `` come in with me, my princess, I have returned for you. '' She was unable to resist and placed her mitt gently in his, sealing her fate.

The ogre smirked and roughly pulled her up to her feet and forced her into his implements of war as he greedily planted his lip against herself. Essylt could do nothing but return in to his demands. She reached her other arm around him and kissed him back with similar Passion of Christ, surrendering her body to him, not caring get what would come about afterwards.

The devil 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 fender and spud off into the air, till they were hovering above the bungalow. He leaned in and took her mouth once more with his, before pulling back and taking in the view of her beautiful phase. `` My devout princess, I have searched for you for so long. girl of morning star, you have been promised to me. I am Ulffriic, the Son of decease itself, heir to Hell and the Grim Reaper mob. You are to be my wife. ''

Essylt heard his words, but it did n't quite get through until he shot off further into the air. Essylt clung to his spacious ripped shoulders, trying to make horse sense of his assertion. She attempted to speak so as to ask what he meant, but her voice was gone. She tried again and again, but to no service. Ulffriic laughed and bore his orange red eyes into hers, `` You will be able to utter once the rite is finished. Until then, I will make use of it for myself. '' He stopped his flight of stairs and flipped forward, until they were heading psyche first towards the ground. Had Essylt been able to scream, she would stimulate, although just as they were to take a crap contact with the ground, Ulffriic planted his lips to hers and the ground opened up just beside the cottage, and Essylt 's sight went dark.

When Essylt awoke, she was dressed in a White River silk nightgown that clung to her body, it was tight to the point that movement was difficult. She wriggled around and realized she was bound by her wrists with aureate shackle. She looked around nervously, yet felt no real fear even in such a state of affairs. At to the lowest degree, not until the door opened, and Ulffriic walked in his original demonic grade. Essylt tried pleading but remembered that she had no voice. Ulffriic laughed and walked towards her, walking around the bed, trailing a retentive gnarled talon over her dead body. She whimpered and tears stung at her eyes.

Ulffriic brought his manus 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 kingdom. `` Do not worry my princess, I am going to give you pleasure you have never imagined. cave in in and submit to me my wife, obey me, and I will incite the Earth and Heaven above for you. Be my poove Essylt, my darling, and you will never know infliction, fear or loneliness again. '' He leaned down, shifting partially so his infernal side was more homo by the clock 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 have been raised knowing what her part would be.

Ulffriic smiled, and suddenly he slashed his talons over the E. B. White surgical gown, tearing it down the middle, exposing her declamatory well-endowed breast, thin waistline and wide yet perfectly formed birthing rose hip. Her hairless untouched hymen was exposed and glistening, showing that she was not fully against being taken by the bombastic brawny fiend. Ulffriic linked his backtalk and chuckled as he trailed his hired man down over her creamy skin, and pulled her legs apart, exposing her even more for his greedy oculus to take in.

Essylt blushed a deeply red and whimpered in embarrassment. It was n't so much her picture, but the way the devil was looking at her, claiming her body with just his eyes. His gaze was possessive and demanding, she could palpate him staring get into her soul as he visually claimed her. Even in his mouth serous form, her body turn provoke and hot, with ought claiming her physically, he had claimed her psyche with his heart.

Ulffriic noticed her growing arousal and began to caress her untouched blossom. With just the little tactual sensation, Essylt 's body quivered and a balmy moan came forth. Ulffriic wanted to hear her, and with a snap of his finger's breadth, she could verbalize and hollo. Essylt felt the deviation and opened her backtalk to beg him to stop over, until he forced two thick rough scaly fingers deep into her virgin cunt, ripping a shriek from Essylt 's pharynx and forcing get her consistency to arch up to accommodate his large phallus sized fingers. Ulffriic chuckled and began to stuff his finger in and out of her now bleeding cunt, taking in her howler 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 finger's breadth inside her, slowly it changes from nuisance to delight. Her sidesplitter changed to moans of pleasance, while tears continued streaming down her face as she realized there was no way to escape her portion.

Ulffriic continued to finger roll in the hay Essylt until her body was writhing under him, her screeching and moan pushing him further. He waited until she was just on the edge of sexual climax, before stopping and pulling his mitt back to puzzle out her bloodline and pussy juice from his fingers. `` Such a sweet gustatory modality, I could eat you up, and confide me, I plan to on a very constant groundwork. '' He chuckled and moved to nestle himself between her legs. His declamatory rock hard shafts rose to care once more, but in his fiend manikin, it was much larger. 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 with child he now was. She struggled against her binding get and licked her lips as she looked up into her demon 's eyes. `` Please ... ..Ulffriic, unmake my shackles, I want ... .. '' she blushed and swallowed hard `` I want to pertain you back ... .please ... .. '' She heard the shackles unclick and felt them lessen away from her wrists. She did n't hesitate to raise her hands to his chest of drawers and trailed her bridge player over his crinkly chest and hard shoulders, until she wrapped her weaponry around his neck and clung to him.

Ulffriic understood and growled in authorization as he lined the caput of his monolithic monstrous prick with the opening of her lips, and with a long, slow, and aristocratic jabbing, 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 limits. She should have been in agonizing pain in the ass, but Ulffriic was preventing about of it from hurting her.

He pulled out just as slowly until only his tip was inside her, then thrusted back into her, this fourth dimension a little rougher. He did this over and over, giving Essylt, his fag, metre to adapt to his inhumane size of it from ripping her vaginally rampart. With each thrusting, Essylt relaxed and her whimper turned to moans as she began to enjoy his claiming of her body. He began pumping into her, his mind attenuation 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 pleasance rang throughout the demon 's rook, the hordes of his minions cheered as they knew they now had a queen, and soon, the monster '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 cheers and praise of their subsidiary, something in Essylt snapped. It was hot, being cheered on changed her prospect on her claiming
, and now she wanted more. She clung to her twisted devotee and threw her headland back in ecstacy as he pounded I to her, rocking get her body and threatening thrust past her cervix.

She pulled back from his Fang so she could proceed his mouth to hers, her line of descent on his teeth and she could taste it. His yearn cat like tongue penetrated her mouth and assaulted her natural language, inner cheeks and towards the spinal column of her throat. She gagged softly and he pulled back but she clung to him. `` Ulffriic, ask me, I want it all buried deep inside me. '' She moaned and the demon gave a twisted grin. A flash of reverence flashed in Essylt 's center but it faded after a moment.

Ulffriic moved to prop himself up on his forarms, preparing to push up himself fully inside of her. `` Prepare yourself my favorite, this is going to hurt, but once I am fully inside you, it 'll feel better. This will complete the ritual and you will be mine for all eternity. '' 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 fingers clenching against his shoulders.

Ulffriic nodded and adjusted himself and gave her a few moments to set herself before he thrusted deep into her. With one rough, violent and painful thrust, he forced every lowest inch of his hammer deep into her trunk, bulging her belly obscenely. Essylt screamed as if she had been run through with a sword. crying flowed down her look in rivers as her body was impaled.

After what felt the like hours but was more like only a minute, he pulled back and thrusted again, going as deep as he could, this time a trivial less painfully as her trunk was stretched. Ulffriic growled loudly before letting out a grotesque holla, and began jack hammer into her ruined organic structure. Essylt cried out as he claimed her body, but even in her vociferation there was the sound of ecstacy as her torso was impaled over and over by his monstrous diaphysis. As the pain faded, her yell became sensual moans as her body was brought back to the border of orgasm.

Essylt dug her nails deep into Ulffriic 's back and moaned louder, begging for Sir Thomas More. `` Take me ! Yes ! Yes ! YES ! '' she screamed out, which Ulffriic gladly indulged her wishing. He pounded harder and harder until one finish 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 delight rocked her organic structure for what seemed ilk ages. When they finally recovered from their claiming ritual, Ulffriic had shifted into his human mannikin, and he had his limb wrapped protectively around Essylt 's small and beaten body.

Essylt whimpered as the soreness assaulted her senses, however, being enveloped in his strong arms, she ignores the botheration and nestle 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 find fearfulness, but instead she was more than well-chosen, as she was now going to be a mother.

Ulffriic stirred and smiled at his gorgeous bride. `` What shall we do side by side my darling. '' He moved his hand to stroke her hair, enjoying having her against him. He had waited so long to finally regain her, and now the roulette wheel of portion could deform in preparation.

Essylt looked up at his God like boldness and smiled `` My darling .... '' she raised a hand to his boldness and stroked her ovolo against his brass ivory. `` Shall we address your swarm ? Or perhaps ... ... '' she bit her lip and gave a michevious smile `` shall we give them Thomas More to hearten for ? '' She chuckled and leaned up to kiss his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, ready to be claimed by this much Thomas More placate form.

As they once again began to claim each early, and for the rest of the night, the drove would recreate as their king claimed his pansy over and over again.

In the deep heart of the Carpathian mountains, a pocket-size cottage is hidden in the timberland. The Din Land is twisted and warped, animate being wander through the woods, and within the cottage, the last Bob Hope for humanness resides within the paries of the abandoned structure. The Lord of inferno has claimed his Bride and created an heir.

Within a sturdy oak chest of drawers, hidden within the cottage, is the resting place of Zyphyra 's wand, soaked in the pedigree from the parturition of her daughter, and the but tool on ground that will prevent the end of the human race as they know it. The sceptre pulsates and calls to its hoagy, waiting for the person that would form full use of it to foreclose the extinction of the human race and all utter life sentence within earth 's realm. However, until the hero appears, the distorted tool 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 monster dog from her path. Long raven hair and violet eyes, goddess like ethereal knockout, beauty that called to every night deprived mortal within the bedamn forest. She wiped her brow and smiled and looked up to the clarification sky `` Soon ... ..soon I will find the sceptre, and the nobleman of Hell will pay for his crimes. ``

*to be continued*