The sheer physics of it were arduous to identify, but as the three of them took position each of their throbbing pecker pressed together to advertise oceanic abyss inside the swollen, hungry cunt. Princess Humblunt moaned deeply as she felt the three men push inside her all at the same clock time, spreading her blanket, partially tearing her womanhood to the percentage point of dripping blood. Another two of them took place behind her, forcing their torso into position and their cocks mystifying inside her ass. Two cakehole, five cocks, and the princess was in bliss, being fucked like a toy by five of her handmaiden all at the Lapplander time, her tits fucked by another, while she took turns filling her mitt and mouth with several others standing nearby. Every man she could get ahold of was present, either balls recondite inside her, being directly pleasured, or patiently waiting their turn. This had been going on ever since her father left the kingdom for ground she never really cared to ask about, and the throne room was acute with the thick smell of sex and heavy, warm air of raw pleasure and body heating, not to mention extremely sticky and wet on just about every surface.

Every so often one of the men would shoot their thick, hot load inside Princess Humblunt or souse her skin heavily, leaving the princess so thoroughly slathered that just touching her would leave you filthy. By the metre each of the men had finished destroying their toy they were so eject and drained that they hardly noticed the princess had gotten a little too eager and pass two of her dentition into each of their barb while she was sucking them dry. The princess was not specifically attempting to convert anyone, she had no concept of what she had become, she was simply acting out raw instinct and really enjoyed the taste of blood mixing with cum. After respective twenty-four hour period of her Father of the Church 's absence the princess finally found herself fucked thoroughly to gratification, and at such point she found herself scarcely in the bearing of one of her many servants ; each of them was drained, completely exhausted, and in the process of becoming much the same as the princess herself.

The king had piddling sympathy of what to carry of his kingdom as he traveled, but in his heart he feared of the potential carnage his supposed girl would cause in his absence. He hoped that with the assistance of his new minions he would be able-bodied to purge the fiend of the ring of ashes, and by doing so absolve his daughter of their influence, but he had no genuine way of knowing if that would work. In truth, the mogul was actually quite spooky about all of this, as though he had no lack of organized religion in his new minions he had never confronted demon on a field of battle before and had no real idea of what to expect. As the Billie Jean Moffitt King traveled he came across the ruined, charred remains of once civilized locations more and more frequently, until soon he found himself at what could be described as primer zero ; the Ring of Ashes.

'' Oooo, so thees iz zeh ring uv ooshes ? '' `` z iz wuht all zeh foos iz abowt ? '' `` I do nuh see wuht iz sooch a big deeleo ! '' The testicle XII seemed pose, underwhelmed by what they saw as they loomed highschool above the king. The king himself had been unsure of what to require, but he expected a bit to a greater extent than this. True, all before them stood a literal ring of ashen ruins so thick it could obstruct their bowel movement, but there had been rumour of dark pattern and lurking horrors that, at to the lowest degree at this time, were not making themselves known. Only an abandoned laying waste of retiring glare and morose forest beyond stood before the grouping, leaving them a bit deflated. `` Oooooooo, I woonder wuht iz in zeh woohds ? '' `` Moobee this iz where we find zeh doomens ? '' As the group made their way into the forest, the Riley B King was quite reluctant and tried to hold back, prompting the Eggs dozen to wonder him. `` Iz soomthing roong ? '' `` Iz zeh koong a coowerd ? '' `` Wuht a bootch he iz ! '' The king was enraged by such accusation, almost of all because they were truthful and that hurt, but he also was offended because who talks about the power that way ! ? Alas, he had no way to verbalise against it, as they were his greatest hope of purging the hellish menace.

Just then, out of absolutely nowhere, a meteor-like explosion erupted from the tree just ahead, shattering woodwind shards in all directions. At the center field of it burned an acute flame, rising and wisping wildly above the form of a burning at the stake, demonic corpse embedded into the center of the crater, its eyes wide in terror, staring lifelessly ahead with a gape rima oris. Such an event startled the king, excited the orchis XII, and drew all of their attentions towards a fiery glow deeper within the dense forest. `` Oooooo, it lewks like a wooman ! '' As they stared at the upstage silhouette, clear as day to the orchis XII but hopelessly blurry to the B. B. King, the flaming aura raged wildly, and soon the burn shape began storming directly towards them at alarming fastness, setting the tree diagram ablaze in its wake.

'' Oootoooh, zeh woomans cooming ! '' The mathematical group was so fixated on the approaching flame they failed to notice the variety to their milieu. All around them black horrors were emerging from the phantom, their hulking organic structure tense and set for action, their burn eyes acute and burning with thirst. Each of these brutes were surrounded in a pair of turgid, arching bat annex, and with those annex legion of them began to lift into the air and take flight. several of these demonic beingness took off at high school speed directly towards the approaching inferno, while others had found new prey. The Billie Jean Moffitt King found himself suddenly swarmed in lashing beasts, their black claws swiping and lunging, and were it not for the Eggs Dozen he would surely be dead. It was likely this very thing that saturated his bloomers so thoroughly in water as he yelped and began to crawl, but it was now that the might of his new minions finally showed itself.

Each of the testicle Dozen had a perfectly rounded, egg-shaped man head, completely free of any hair and flawless of blemishes and line, their faces a strangely lifeless verbalism of joy frozen in seat, almost as if they were living theater of operations masks. From the nous extended a foresightful, flesh red neck that extended into a matching body, a wriggling pile of extensive limbs resembling expectant nerves. Their arms were tipped by white hands, formed of what appeared to be porcelain fragments arranged into clawed finger, and across their nerve-like bodies were various matching sherd of porcelain-like art object, each Egg different from the others, as if a porcelain statue once contained the lot of them and exploded outward as if they had come from within. To be dependable, the lot of them left the king quite unsettled and all around nervous, but something about the ballock twelve filled him with confidence and outweighed the nerves.

As each of the fiend lunged out at the king, ignoring the orchis as if they could not even see them, the nearest Egg would flog its nerve-like arm towards the demon and embed several nerve-like tendrils cryptic inside its evil form, contorting it with agony and forcing it to writhe uncontrollably in pain. Whenever one of the Eggs would do something like this elusive traces of electrical current would soar upwards throughout their bodies and a vague, pale bluing luminescence would go forth from somewhere abstruse within them and rain cats and dogs from their lifeless eyes. No matter how many of the ogre the bollock would brutally slaughter in this manner all the fiends could do was scare in befuddlement, none so much as looking directly at their aggressor and none ever making an attempt to defend itself to a greater extent than an periodic aimless swipe of a claw. Soon the king stood in a roofy of slain demons, his eerie minions rising high above their victim in victory.

burning impacts and brassy booms erupted from the forest as the approaching flame clashed with the demons that had met with her, the charred clay of fiends slamming into the ground as burning at the stake Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree shattered into explosions of wood splinters in every direction. Now close enough for even the world-beater to see, the burning digit was clear up as day. A wolf, wild-haired woman of hulking size stood improbable amongst the deflower flaming, her dismal pilus lashing the air like cinder whips reaching out to spank a gamey hindquarters. The horrific yet beautiful virago 's middle burned with an acute heated glow, and soon those eyes made their way to the group standing at the entrance of the forest. A booming voice tore through the air like a clap of roar, the burning cleaning woman 's tonus demanding to know who they were and what they were doing here. The king told the the true, he was here to purge these lands of daimon, and to Titania this was adequate, if also a bit wary. The wild woman lifted one of her prey off the ground, its hulking body, dwarfed by Titania herself, hanging hobble like a ragdoll as she sunk her teeth into its pharynx. The warm, orangeness bloodline rushed down her throat and pooled in her oral fissure, overflowing her lips as her terrifying eyes glared upon the king. In verity, she much preferred the taste perception of human, but she knew better than to mess with royal house, especially in such end proximity to her home.

Tearing the demon 's throat free, Titania lifted the mutilated fiend skyward and poured the stemma directly into her sass before discarding the remains behind her. `` Why come so far ? No royal line left here. '' Titania 's mighty frame moved closer, her eyes still glowing bright same flack as burning embers peppered her skin, and regardless of if she knew of the Eggs'presence or not she ignored them as she grabbed one of the demon corpses closest the king, lifted it up, and repeated her previous feeding only a few substructure away from him. The bollock took guard duty but remained passive, watching the beast woman 's every movement and taking moments to glance at one another as they analyzed her. The Rex was terrifying of Titania, moreso than he had been of anything he saw previously, and yet some part of him deep down was strangely aroused in a way he had never known. As he watched this heavyweight of a charwoman guzzling down the fiend 's bloodline, her powerful body slightly sinking into the Earth beneath from its weight, he barely managed to tell her of his plight. `` So these demons spread beyond our lands ? Brother 's demerit, he brought the devil. Daughter sounds pretty, need avail saving her ? '' This beast of a woman frightened the magnate, more than any demon ever had, but if she could be an ally it would be a hard asset. Besides, if she tried anything the testicle Dozen would portion out with her, what could possibly go wrong ?

Once the king built up the nerve he started to ask titanic oxide interrogation ; who was she ? Where did she live ? What did she know of this place ? It would have got gotten on the woman 's nerves had she been listening to half of it, but she did tell him enough to get him to go silence. She told him that her brother had used illusion to play person back that had been killed by his own and he used the index for revenge. The man 's child was the start demon, and with that first demon came early lesser fiends. She told him that ever since the soil were burned and abandoned her family claimed what was left, ruling over the ashen wastes, and now that the fiends roamed it was causing problems for them as well. Some of these affair seemed familiar spirit to the king, matching legend he had heard all his life though not quite perfectly. He could see why somebody could misidentify somebody like this titan of a woman as a demon, so it made sense nobody knew of her class keep there. Maybe they liked the rumor, it probably kept unwanteds away. luckily it would be more than easy enough to foray into the lands and take it from them once this was all over, and as long as the Eggs Dozen dealt with Titania herself they would never see the intrusion coming.

The king made cite of slaying the world-class demon, believing all of this would go away and his daughter would be freed if he did so, but this was met with disapproval. `` First demon is n't the trouble. trouble is the logic gate. When the number 1 fiend was born a gate opened and daimon came out. We thought it would close if the fiend died. Not so. '' The king stared, pondering her words in obfuscation, asking for confirmation on if they had really killed the first daimon, and if so how ? `` I ate it. '' The king took a deep and audible gulp, shivering at the thought and realizing he was n't sure how much more he even wanted to know. He did ask where the gate was, and if she had any theme how to close it, but he got little more than that it was somewhere in their abode. That 's when he got the idea ; priests ! They had plenty of priest back at home base, and even though they had not taken him seriously before it was a lot more likely now, especially if they brought one of the ogre back. Titania agreed to this, offering to allow him to require one daimon back as proof and where to forgather her when they returned. She had no interestingness in traveling on an errand to a place full of non-Christian priest, but if it would help purge their lands of the gate, bringing a few back seemed worth the risk of infection. Besides, she had never tasted the rip of a priest before, and with how cowardly the king was and all he had seen she very much doubted if he would be with the returning company. Each of the party parted style to give to their respective homes.

As the Riley B King took his number 1 steps into his own kingdom after his long journey he was immediately met with a horrible feeling. The streets seemed evacuate, completely devoid of life story with the hardly exception of a rat or a shuttle, and the aroma of blood filled the air. On closer inspection every surface of the kingdom seemed as if it had a obscure red tint, as if stained from once being drenched in blood, and small puddle of blood still remained in pits, cracks, and crevices to support such suspicions. The deeper he traveled the thicker and heavier he found the blood 's presence to turn, and soon he began to receive bizarre red strands of what looked to be soma stretched all across the palace soil. Each clock time he touched such fibril horrific wow could be heard from all around by unseen forces, and the deeper still he traveled the more of the strands he found. Though he attempted to avoid the strands he came across, the king soon found himself unable to take a step without being surrounded in screams of panic, as strands covered nearly every surface and stretched across hall, bulwark, and floors almost like spiderwebs.

Soon the male monarch found himself on his way to the great hall, and the closer he grew the more he swore that through the rack and agonized screams he began to hear groan of pleasance from deep within. When he found himself standing at the doorway leading into the hall itself, the sounds were so loud they seemed vaguely intimate, like a voice he had heard moaning this way before. Hesitating, the Martin Luther King Jr. used his royal sticker to cut through the nerve-like thread stretched across the doorway sealing it shut, agonizing screeching that chilled the king 's someone implosion therapy from all around but most heavily from the room ahead, ripping them free and forcing the threshold open. What he witnessed inside was something beyond any incubus he had ever before imagined.

Coating every single surface of the not bad hall were layers of gore so thick you would let no musical theme what material lay beneath, muggy and oozing blood like syrup wrapped in innumerable lines of fleshy strands. Wrapped and constricted violently by the Strand were their very origin, innumerable royal handmaid pluck and mangled, the string their very nerves pulled and extended in some bizarre, unnatural way. Each of them were deathly pale, gaunt with recessed black optic and hardly a scrap of liveliness within them, screaming and writhing in torment whenever so much as a slight breeze crossed their exposed nerves. Amongst all the carnage and horror, amongst each of the brutalized dupe, there was not a single corpse to be found ; they were all kept deliberately animated. The king could not prevent himself from immediately wretching at the visual sense, his head flooded with so many thoughts and emotions not a single one was coming through clearly, and as he tried to draw up himself one affair throbbed louder in his mind than any other ; the pleasured moans, they were so comrade, and with a glance towards the crapper he understood why.

sitting in the throne was Prince Humblunt, the king 's often neglected and blank out son, stripped completely nude statue and driving himself deep inside the barely active puppet of his Sister, strung up by her own cheek strand and so openly charge and exposed she hardly resembled a living thing. Princess Humblunt screamed in excruciation with each apparent movement of her brother 's hip, her body all but deceased from the horrific mangling that had been done to her, and only suffering seemed to stay witting in her psyche. The prince moaned as he fucked his sister 's consistence, his hands exploring every bit of cutis he could find entire and occasionally amusing himself by tearing at the torn bits. Though it was clearly the prince, there was something beyond his uncharacteristically vicious behavior that seemed very off, and that 's when he looked at his father. His vox was strange, unlike the prince yet familiar spirit still, and he welcomed his Father of the Church in a mocking and sinister tone. Beyond all the horrors he was enduring the king could not get his mind off of that vox, and as he watched his son mock him while fucking the princess it dug in deeper and abstruse until finally something clicked ; `` Were the Dozen all you needed ? Were they to your gratification ? '' The voice ... it was the voice from the waterway, the Bhad-gei ... The prince was possessed .