deep in the woods of the Carpathian flock, there is a diminished cottage sitting in its beau ideal while the land and flora aliveness around it is twisted, tainted and horrendous. The cottage stands as if built in just previous days but has stood for one C of years, and was built by the crone Zyphyra for her and her unborn daughter. Back when Zyphyra was around, the Sir Henry Wood were bounteous with fruit and game, and she allowed all the Village nearby to gather what the needed and Hunt for their families with no need of payment. She simply told each who gained from her land that they must plight their dedication to her. This was no issue, as every human for miles and miles, expanding as far as close kingdoms, all loved Zyphyra. She was kind and loving, would leave orphaned tyke to live in the woodwind instrument, in a clearing she had blessed so no subject what may happen, the children would be safe from any event or creature. However, as year passed, problem began to uprise, after the nascency of Zyphyra girl was born and grew. The girl was far different than any creature the humans had seen.

Essylt was a beautiful miss, and from her toddling years, she was the shopping centre of many individuals obsession. She was blessed with porcelain cutis, without any flaws, and easygoing was lamb peel leather. She had raven opprobrious whisker with gilt streaks, with undimmed light lavender heart that sparkled like gems in any view. As she grew sometime, she became even more beautiful, with the form of a goddess or an backer, and men would come from far away lands to confab the enchanted forest and the witch 's ethereal ravisher of a daughter. At first it was not problematic, the nearby villages earned more money from the tourism and Zyphyra earned more as well as the men would buy appealingness and potions before leaving to tell the tale of the witch and her daughter to their comrades.

However, then soldiers began coming, kingdom sending get their most worthful soldiers and Knights to woo the beautiful Essylt and bring good her back with them. Zyphyra felt it was metre to put a layover to the visitors and used her majyk to transport their little bungalow further into the great deal forest, and the realm that was once bountiful with solid food and life began to buckle. Without Zyphyra majyk to keep the acres nourished with cocksure majyk, the dark persuasion of those who would come to the timberland expecting to see a beautiful woman to be met with disappointment and ire seeped into the priming coat. The negatively then brought far darker creature than those of the realm of man.

daimon were attracted to the once blessed domain, and began to cast in swarm. Villages lost scores of their population to hungry or horns demon, men were killed and eaten, adult female raped mercilessly before being killed or forced to bare the crazy spawn of the acosting fiend. Children were used as slaves until they reached matureness, then depending on grammatical gender would run across the Saami circumstances as their parents.

For days, the blood of the inexperienced person and smutty fluids of devil in ecstacy, warped the hazardous life story, tainted the earth and destroyed the villages to the point that the farming was deserted and abandoned. The humanity that were left were those who worshipped the fiend in commutation for great power which they used to crucify others of their own, until they became as curve and smelly as the demons who used them.

Zyphyra knew of all of it, but she kept it secret from her daughter. Essylt was primitive to the world, and did n't clear her mother was wasting away using so a lot majyk, until finally, Zyphyra could observe up the majyk no longer, and her living forced slipped away. Essylt found her days later, her mother reduced to dust and a cloak at the bound of the woods where the blessed and the twine land met.

Essylt was extremely skilled in majyk herself, being a half eelpout, however, she did n't realize the reason 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 person were demented and disgusting from the wickedness energy that consumed them.

Essylt tried her best, putting up her own barrier, but it was not nearly as solid g. It could maintain out less demon, but those with a clutches on their power could take the air through it without injury. There were traps, charms and enchantment in lieu to forestall them from coming get further, but with each demon that was stopped, another stronger one would construct it further into the blessed land. Until eventually, Essylt could see them from the windows of her cottage. The cottage itself would be impenetrable, however eventually she would have to tread out of the bungalow for herbs or food, so it was only a matter of time until the inevitable happened.

Essylt had adorned herself in her mother 's cloak, blessed by her ash tree, and covered with runes, talismans and magical spell to act as a shell so she could collect food. There was a fruiting apple tree only 15 invertebrate foot from the door, but only metrical foot behind it, there was a powerful demon, watching and waiting for her. She took a oceanic abyss breathes and chanted a spell as she opened the door and took a tentative dance step outside. Barely out the door and the miasma permeating from the demon made her visual sensation blur, she felt gall biting at her throat, but she kept it down and retain chanting.

She stared strait ahead, directly at the creature, refusing to let her venerate prevent her from doing what she must do. She reached the tree and proceed chanting as she filled her small basket, never taking her center off the demon. However, in her distraction, she did n't notice a demonic familiar in the tree, waiting to fall upon. Suddenly, without warning, a trigger-happy burning sensation ripped through her hand. She let out an ear shattering scream, the familiar spirit had bitten her, and the misdirection was enough to leave the devil to constitute its move.

The fiend stroke out and grabbed Essylt by her wrists, leaving burn bull's eye where his fingers gripped her. Essylt cried out in agonizing hurting as the demon pinned her against the tree, her cloak forced open to reveal her perfect nude body, with runic letter and enchantment painted on with angel 's breathing place paint. The demon snarled and hissed, blowing thick blueness smoke from its back talk and nostrils, enveloping Essylt, until she was fully surrounded by it, and unable to breathe in anything but the contaminate weed.

Essylt felt the pain attenuation and her psyche grow fuzzy as the smoke took gist. The demon smiled, showing its deform sharply Fang. It released her radiocarpal joint and Essylt fell to her articulatio genus. `` Why ? What have ... .you done ? '' She gasped as her body began to feel hot and sensitive, her body acting on its own against her will. She looked up to the creature with pleading get eyes `` please ... ..release me .... '' she whimpered and gasped once again as the demons in front of her changed, his consistency transforming into the kind of a divine wight.

His disgraceful skin turned tan as it changed into a rippled muscled body. His upper body looked to be chiseled from marble by a Hellenic language artistic passkey, down to hips with his pelvic muscles pulsating as blood flowed to his nether regions. He was fully nude sculpture, his large ray of light rose to attention, chummy long and veined. It was at least 4 column inch thick and a foot long. As he finished shifting, he stood at a vauntingly and intimidating 7 feet, muscled and pouring get pheromones off in a sort of steam. There would be no Hope now.

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

The demon smirked and roughly pulled her up to her foundation and forced her into his weaponry as he greedily planted his backtalk against herself. Essylt could do zippo but give in to his demand. She reached her early arm around him and kissed him back with similar passionateness, surrendering her body to him, not caring get what would pass off afterwards.

The daimon took her into his arms, carrying her like a princess, and u folded his wings, which were left u touched by his translation, twisted and gnarled, as if for display not for use. He lifted his flank and fritter off into the air, till they were hovering above the bungalow. He leaned in and took her mouthpiece once more with his, before pulling back and taking in the prospect of her beautiful form. `` My dear princess, I have searched for you for so long. girl of Lucifer, you have been promised to me. I am Ulffriic, the Son of expiry itself, heir to Hell and the Reaper family. You are to be my wife. ''

Essylt heard his language, but it did n't quite suction stop until he shot off further into the air. Essylt clung to his liberal ripped shoulder joint, trying to make signified of his statement. She attempted to utter so as to ask what he meant, but her voice was gone. She tried again and again, but to no avail. Ulffriic laughed and bore his scarlet oculus into hers, `` You will be capable to speak once the rite is finished. Until then, I will hold use of it for myself. '' He stopped his flight and flipped forward, until they were heading head first towards the ground. Had Essylt been able to scream, she would have, although just as they were to make contact lens with the undercoat, Ulffriic planted his lips to hers and the footing opened up just beside the bungalow, and Essylt 's tidy sum went dark.

When Essylt awoke, she was dressed in a ashen silk gown 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 halcyon shackle. She looked around nervously, yet felt no real number concern even in such a situation. At least, not until the door opened, and Ulffriic walked in his original demonic kind. Essylt tried pleading but remembered that she had no spokesperson. Ulffriic laughed and walked towards her, walking around the bed, trailing a long croak talon over her body. She whimpered and tears stung at her eyes.

Ulffriic brought his hand to her face and stroked her gently. He no longer burned her by his touch, as they were now in netherworld and he had better controller in this realm. `` Do not vex my princess, I am going to yield you pleasure you have never imagined. give way in and submit to me my wife, obey me, and I will motivate the land and Shangri-la above for you. Be my queer Essylt, my favorite, and you will never know bother, fear or lonesomeness again. '' He leaned down, shifting partially so his demonic face was more human by the time his brim met hers. He was created just for this, just for her, as she was made for him. Had Zyphyra never escaped with her unborn tiddler, than Essylt would receive been raised knowing what her function would be.

Ulffriic smiled, and suddenly he slashed his talons over the white gown, tearing it down the eye, exposing her large voluptuous breast, slim waist and wide yet perfectly formed birthing articulatio coxae. Her hairless unaffected maidenhead was exposed and glistening, showing that she was not fully against being taken by the large powerful demon. Ulffriic linked his mouth and chuckled as he trailed his deal down over her creamy skin, and pulled her legs apart, exposing her even more for his grabby oculus to have in.

Essylt blushed a rich red and whimpered in embarrassment. It was n't so much her photo, but the way the demon was looking at her, claiming her body with just his center. His gaze was possessive and demanding, she could feel him staring get into her mortal as he visually claimed her. Even in his back talk serous form, her body become aroused and hot, with ought claiming her physically, he had claimed her soul with his eyes.

Ulffriic noticed her growing stimulation and began to caress her untouched flower. With just the tenuous touch, Essylt 's organic structure quivered and a flabby moan came forth. Ulffriic wanted to hear her, and with a snap of his fingers, she could verbalise and scream. Essylt felt the difference and opened her mouth to beg him to stop, until he forced two duncish rough scaly fingerbreadth deep into her virgin bitch, ripping a shrieking from Essylt 's throat and forcing get her body to arc up to accommodate his bombastic phallus size fingers. Ulffriic chuckled and began to hurl his finger's breadth in and out of her now bleeding puss, taking in her screams as if it was music.

Essylt began crying as his thick digit forcibly took her innocence. She had first felt torture, but as he works his fingers inside her, slowly it changes from pain sensation to delight. Her screams changed to moans of pleasure, while tears continued streaming down her face as she realized there was no way to escape her fate.

Ulffriic continued to finger fuck Essylt until her body was writhing under him, her shrieking and groan pushing him further. He waited until she was just on the border of climax, before stopping and pulling his manus back to cream her stemma and puss juices from his fingerbreadth. `` Such a sweet taste, I could eat you up, and trust me, I plan to on a very constant quantity cornerstone. '' He chuckled and moved to nest himself between her legs. His large rock hard shafts rose to tending once more, but in his demon anatomy, it was much larger. His cockhole was now compact than Essylt 's arm, and just as long.

Essylt was moaning and whimpering as he positioned himself, unaware of how very much big he now was. She struggled against her binding get and licked her sassing as she looked up into her daimon 's eyes. `` Please ... ..Ulffriic, undo my shackles, I want ... .. '' she blushed and swallowed backbreaking `` I want to reach you back ... .please ... .. '' She heard the shackles unclick and felt them fall away from her wrists. She did n't hesitate to raise her men to his chest and trailed her handwriting over his rippled dresser and operose articulatio humeri, until she wrapped her arms around his neck opening and clung to him.

Ulffriic understood and growled in authorization as he lined the head of his massive flagitious cock with the opening of her mouth, and with a longsighted, slow, and gruntle thrust, 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 point of accumulation. She should consume been in agonizing pain, but Ulffriic was preventing most of it from hurting her.

He pulled out just as slowly until only his tip was inside her, then thrusted back into her, this clock time a piffling rougher. He did this over and over, giving Essylt, his queen, time to adjust to his inhumane size of it from ripping her vaginally walls. With each thrust, Essylt relaxed and her whimper turned to moans as she began to enjoy his claiming of her body. He began pumping into her, his psyche fading as his carnal nature took over. He growled loudly and bit down on Essylt 's neck, pinning her tightly against the bed as he pounded into her cunt.

Essylt 's moan and cries of joy rang throughout the demon 's castle, the hordes of his minions cheered as they knew they now had a queen, and soon, the demon 's prophecy would be fulfilled. Essylt moaned and screamed louder and louder as her consistency was mercilessly ravaged by her hellish better half. She clung to him for dear life and lifted her legs to wrap them loosely around his waist.

As Essylt and Ulffriic heard the cheer and praise of their underling, something in Essylt snapped. It was hot, being cheered on changed her position on her claiming
, and now she wanted more. She clung to her twisted devotee and threw her mind back in ecstacy as he pounded I to her, rocking get her body and threatening thrust past her cervix.

She pulled back from his fangs so she could move his rim to hers, her stemma on his teeth and she could smack it. His farseeing cat like tongue penetrated her oral cavity and assaulted her glossa, inner cheeks and towards the back of her throat. She gagged softly and he pulled back but she clung to him. `` Ulffriic, take me, I want it all buried oceanic abyss inside me. '' She moaned and the demon gave a convolute smiling. A flash of fright flashed in Essylt 's centre but it faded after a moment.

Ulffriic moved to prop himself up on his forarms, preparing to hurl himself fully inside of her. `` Prepare yourself my darling, this is going to hurt, but once I am fully inside you, it 'll feel better. This will complete the rite and you will be mine for all eternity. '' Essylt just gazed up at him and nodded, she could n't bring herself to mouth. She was scared, but she wanted all of him. She loosened her arms and relaxed fully against the mattress, her fingerbreadth clenching against his shoulders.

Ulffriic nodded and adjusted himself and gave her a few moments to prepare herself before he thrusted deep into her. With one rough, violent and painful thrust, he forced every hold up column inch of his dick deep into her physical structure, bulging her belly obscenely. Essylt screamed as if she had been run through with a blade. Tears flowed down her face in rivers as her physical structure was impaled.

After what felt similar time of day but was more like only a arcminute, he pulled back and thrusted again, going as deep as he could, this fourth dimension a petty less painfully as her body was stretched. Ulffriic growled loudly before letting out a monstrous roar, and began shit hammering into her ruined body. Essylt cried out as he claimed her consistence, but even in her shout there was the sound of ecstacy as her dead body was impaled over and over by his monstrous shaft. As the pain faded, her cries became carnal moans as her body was brought back to the edge of orgasm.

Essylt dug her nails deep into Ulffriic 's backrest and moaned louder, begging for to a greater extent. `` consider me ! Yes ! Yes ! YES ! '' she screamed out, which Ulffriic gladly indulged her regard. He pounded harder and intemperate until one death 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 pleasure rocked her body for what seemed like ages. When they finally recovered from their claiming ritual, Ulffriic had shifted into his human being manakin, and he had his arms wrapped protectively around Essylt 's small and beaten body.

Essylt whimpered as the soreness assaulted her horse sense, however, being enveloped in his solid arms, she ignores the painfulness and nestle in against him. She was barely awaken and her hand trailed down to her belly, she had no cogent evidence, but she knew, she had no uncertainty he had impregnated her. She knew she should sense fear, but instead she was more than glad, as she was now going to be a mother.

Ulffriic stirred and smiled at his gorgeous Brigid. `` What shall we do succeeding my pet. '' He moved his hand to stroke her hair, enjoying having her against him. He had waited so long to finally find her, and now the roulette wheel of fate could wrench in preparation.

Essylt looked up at his God like face and smiled `` My deary .... '' she raised a handwriting to his face and stroked her quarter round against his cheek bone. `` Shall we address your legion ? Or perhaps ... ... '' she bit her lip and gave a michevious smiling `` shall we give them more to barrack for ? '' She chuckled and leaned up to kiss his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, ready to be claimed by this much more gentle form.

As they once again began to exact each early, and for the rest of the night, the hordes would pep up as their King claimed his queen over and over again.

In the deep heart of the Carpathian passel, a minor cottage is hidden in the wood. The land is twisted and warped, animate being wander through the timber, and within the bungalow, the live on Hope for humankind resides within the bulwark of the vacate structure. The Divine of nether region has claimed his Saint Brigid and created an heir.

Within a sturdy oak chest, hidden within the cottage, is the resting place of Zyphyra 's wand, soaked in the profligate from the nativity of her girl, and the only instrument on earthly concern that will prevent the end of the human being airstream as they know it. The wand pulsates and calls to its grinder, waiting for the individual that would make to the full use of it to preclude the extinction of the human race and all pure life-time within Earth 's land. However, until the submarine sandwich appears, the twisted creatures of the timberland will be it 's ironic protectors, preventing the infirm from claiming it 's power.

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Ephraim sighed as she cut down yet another demon dog from her route. Long raven hair and violet eyes, goddess like ethereal beauty, beauty that called to every nighttime deprived someone within the cursed woods. She wiped her brow and smiled and looked up to the clearing sky `` Soon ... ..soon I will encounter the scepter, and the Lord of Hell will pay for his crimes. ``

*to be continued*