Sailor Moon The Rise of Demons
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At night the further paths from the village were hard to travail, but Valeriya Artyomovna could come and go blindfolded. The branches and roots of the trees were as unruly as nature demanded, and unknown animals peered from their hideouts with gleaming eyes.
Weren't humans one and the same? Didn't the wild animals feel similar apprehensions about her kin?
Valeriya had nothing to fear, and no mystery would stop her from experiencing pleasure.
Tonight she came to witness a peculiar breed of flowers bloom in the meadow under the moonlight. The meadow was filled with many a pretty flower, but this one was unchallenged in its splendor. How much more voluptuous this plant was than the fairest woman's charms. They only bloomed once every four years.
Valeriya descended her horse, Michail, as she approached her destination. She ran out into the field for she could see the faint glow of her desires. The flowers were bountiful and vivacious. She lay with them; caressed them; inhaled them. Their scent mesmerized her. Sleep took her.
Michail whinnied.
How long had she abandoned herself to her dreams?
She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Whatever is the matter, Michail?”
Her vision focused. A rugged figured stumbled through the trees. It was not an animal.
Valeriya went to Michail's side. She narrowed her eyes and raised her lantern. Their visitor was perfumed with a hideous odor, and it mumbled and whined like a mad man.
It was a man. He was dressed in rags and torn thongs. Around his head was a cage that he pulled at incessantly.
She raised her revolver. “Stop right there. From where have thou come?”
He stared at her eagerly before he bowed on the ground. “Ah—ah—Grisha—Grisha...”
Valeriya frowned and cautiously approached. The man trembled at her feet.
“What is 'Grisha'?”
He came to his knees—still quivered—and patted his chest. “Grisha.”
She stammered. “Where did you come from, Grisha?”
He planted his face into the dirt again. Pity replaced fear in Valeriya's heart. If Grisha had escaped a dungeon or another mean place, no menace emanated from him. He was lost.
She put her revolver away and knelt beside him. She put her hand on her chest.
“Lerochka.”
He looked to her. His eyes were a marvelous green, but his caged face was wrecked with scars, and a curious tattoo that read “узник” was placed on his forehead.
Was he a convict?
He bowed. “Lerochka—Lerochka.”
She took one of his hands and bid him to stand.
At her cottage, Valeriya found the tools to remove the brass cage beleaguering Grisha's cranium. She shaved his head and beard as she worried of lice; in doing so she revealed more scars on his maw. She forced him into a hot bath, affixed him with some clothes of her late husband's, and fed him dinner.
He prostrated at her feet again. “Lerochka—Lerochka.”
“Stand, dear Grisha. You are a guest in my house, not a slave.”
He didn't understand. Who had made him believe he must cower at man's feet? She saw the scars that covered his back.
Valeriya prepared him the bed in her loft, and as soon as Grisha pulled the covers over himself, he was asleep. She took to her own bed, and because she knew that humans were conniving above any other animal, she placed her revolver under her sheets.
The ever-alert cock crooned at dawn, waking Valeriya from her slumber. She grumbled and stretched forth her limbs, knocking the revolver from her bed. When the metal clunked onto the hardwood floor, her heart skipped a beat. She retrieved her gun; frowned at it.
A strange man was in her house.
She kept careful grip on her weapon as she crept from her room. All Grisha needed to do was regain his strength through her charity, and he would turn into the wicked man she feared.
узник.
Valeriya found Grisha disheveled under his sheets. He snored loudly, and his tongue protruded from his mouth. He had drooled on his pillow—still did so.
She covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. He would need a lot of time to regain his strength.
Days and nights passed and Valeriya learned nothing more about Grisha. He was sweet and helped about the home, so she did not mind his presence. His understanding of speech never improved, but he became acquainted with the neighbors and they treated him with respect.
Why was there no search for Grisha? No news arrived of a wanted man of his description. No one knew anything about his strange tattoo. Why was his condition alike that of an escaped criminal? What sin could have brought him so low?
“Sweet Grisha, thou art a mystery to me.”
He closed his eyes as she smoothed her hands over his scarred cheeks.
Grisha loved to take care of Michail. He pet the horse's soft nose and refreshed its food and water hourly. Its hooves and coat were meticulously tended to, and the barn was the cleanest Valeriya had ever seen it.
He once took care of a pregnant stray cat with such care that not one of her babes were unhealthy, and would do the same to any struggling creature he happened upon.
She did not have to raise a finger to groom her land or hire any hands to assist her, for Grisha did all of this too, tirelessly and in good humor.
It was so that poverty's charms fell from him, and Hercules' grace clung to his figure. His mass was impressive and he never dreaded his self-appointed duties.
Valeriya had never met a man so innocent or devoted. He was always happy to see her, and sad to watch her go. He never ceased to bow before her, and chanted her name with a reverence that swelled her eyes with tears.
Despite the mean condition he arrived in, she was happy to have met him.
A longing rose inside her. It grew higher and higher. She kissed him, nervously. Could he understand? She didn't want to wait. She pulled away, ashamed of herself.
Had she offered refuge to a lost soul, or was she so base, so low, to think of carnal desires meant for husband and wife? She should have equipped Grisha with the means to make his own living, but instead, she selfishly kept him captive in her home. She had disrespected the memory of her late husband. She had sinned in the house he'd built. Her charity had turned into a gateway for lust.
Grisha's lips gently fastened on her neck. She quivered in his arms. Her hand felt for his member.
All those apprehensions disappeared as Grisha tended to Valeriya's body.
Grisha's cock was not only uncut, but massive and vascular. Valeriya gasped when she got it into her hands. How could any man have such a humongous member? Could this beast fit anywhere inside of her? Her clit quivered as she thought of its grand entrance.
She sat on her bed and smiled up at him as she stroked his hardening tool. When his foreskin pulled back, she dared to take the head into her mouth. Monstrous. Grisha shivered and precum spilled forth after she removed her lips.
“Oh, Grisha, you're so hard.”
He pushed Valeriya onto her back and lapped at her clit. She cried out and ran fingers through his hair. His strong, weathered hands held her thighs fast, and no matter how much she wiggled from pleasure, she couldn't escape him.
“Oh, my god.”
Valeriya's hips bucked as she was overcome with an orgasm, and before she had time to catch her breath, Grisha pressed his huge cock into her pussy and sealed his mouth against hers. He rocked into her with the power of a god. Her hands felt over his cultivated muscles, and when released from his lips, she cried.
He pulled out and flipped her over. She laughed as he planted kisses on her back and nudged at her cheek with his lips. He spread her ass and stuck his tongue into her hole; kissed and sucked.
Valeriya's face was red. Was he going to fuck her asshole? As though he had read her mind, he placed the tip of his cock there.
“I don't know if it'll fit—”
He groaned as he pushed into her exit, and her hole slowly stretched to fit the head of his cock before he shoved the whole trunk in to his balls. Valeriya hollered as Grisha again worked her using titan strength.
“Yes, fuck my ass.”
She lost her senses. Fuck sprayed from her pussy and the excitement in her ass made her come and piss. She listened as Grisha roared in her ear like an animal as he reached his own climax. Her hole filled up with egregious amounts of seed, and he sprayed more onto her back.
Her asshole quivered and his whey dripped from her.
She looked back to him—his tool still stood straight up. How did he have so much stamina? She took it in her hands and fit as much of it as she could down her throat. Her pussy throbbed when he grunted. He took her face in his hands and fucked her mouth until he filled it up with more of his come.
“Lord in heaven, Grisha, you're insatiable.”
Valeriya would have to hire a whole brothel to appease his lust. She made him wait and retrieved a bottle of wine. Grisha took it from her and poured it down his throat before he grasped her and slammed her pussy from behind.
“Ah, you own me. I only want you to fuck me. You're a brute.”
She served him bottle after bottle until her collection considerably diminished. It wasn't until his eighth that he swayed and slurred. He bred her ass one last time. His erection fell and he lay his head on Valeriya's chest. He hummed as she stroked his hair.
They held each other, and she was not ashamed. How could she let shame sting her in the arms of a man who had feeling for her? She kissed his forehead.
“Lerochka—Lerochka...”
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