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Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.
Kurtis – The Haunted Forest
I waited for an answer from Plumdrop and Flutter, my arms folded across my chest. I needed to know why we couldn’t go to Drakin Castle.
The two fairies quivered before me. They bit their lower lips. They looked at each other, both clearly nervous about this. Their purple butterfly wings fluttered behind their back. I arched an eyebrow on them and swelled their desire for my salty jizz.
“Answer, or no more cum for you,” I growled.
“There’s ... there’s this...” Flutter swallowed. “There’s a ... a...”
“What?” I demanded.
“A demon!” shouted Plumdrop. “A cruel demon named Beliala.”
“Demon...” I swallowed. They were the daughters of Throwia and Pater. They were a cruel and vicious race of demigods, or so I heard. Often opposed by their half-sisters, the angels.
That worried me. A demon? One of Throwia’s daughters here? Was that a coincidence? She held my father captured. The very goddess we were opposing had one of her daughters here. Was this demon working for Throwia or on her own?
“Beliala took over the castle,” continued Flutter now. “She is making us fairies and the werewolves keep away anyone who comes near here.”
“The werewolves?” I glanced at Lupiz. “What is she talking about? You didn’t try to stop us.”
The werewolf cringed and fell to her knees. “You ... you were just so amazing. We forgot ourselves. That’s why we came after you. To get you away from here. You have to leave, Kurtis. Beliala is too dangerous. She’ll hurt you.” Lupiz swallowed. “Kill you. And we can’t have that happen. Your magnificent.”
“Magnificent,” added Silver, a lusty and dreamy smile on her lips for a moment.
Flutter nodded like that for a moment, too.
“Why are they here?” Lasla asked, padding up.
“She’s after the treasure,” said Plumdrop. “The same treasure our queen and mother have to find.”
“Has to find?” Pyrriah asked. She stepped up on my other side, arms folded beneath her round breasts. “Okay, start from the beginning. Who is your mother?”
Plumdrop and Flutter stared at each other, looking scared.
“Tell us, Oakheart,” Lasla said to a male fairy with green hair and gossamer dragonfly wings. And a cock soaked in Lasla’s pussy juices. Cum dripped out of her black bush.
“Noble lady,” Oakheart said, “us fairies here are the children of Queen Tinia. Our queen has long been a paramour of our progenitor, the God Las.”
I nodded in approval.
“When her lover was captured, she would sneak into the Aquamarine Palace to see him. She wanted to free him, but she also desired to comfort him. Of course, Las’s virile seed planted in her and she kept having to lead to have more f his children.”
“That would be us,” Plumdrop added, hugging her twin sister. “We’re all her children and Las’s.”
I just bred a pair of my half-sisters. That made my dick twitch while Lasla giggled beside me. She winked at me, knowing why my cock throb. And she had fucked our half-brother. At least she kept it in the family.
“He has been imprisoned for fifteen years now,” continued Oakheart. “And every year, she would see him and have more children.”
“We grow fast,” added Flutter. “Something about Las’s cum causes us to mature in only nine months.”
“Last time, our dear mother, Queen Tinia, was caught by Throwia and was cursed,” Oakheart said, his face darkening. “Throwia sent her to these dread woods to find the treasure in Drakin Castle. We have spent the last year searching, but we cannot find it. Then, a month ago, calamity happened. The demon came to take charge.”
“She’s so cruel,” Flutter moaned. “She took the queen’s firstborn son of Las, Oberoy, hostage.”
“And my beloved sister, Night!” Lupiz snarled. “Beliala will kill my sister if we don’t help guard the forest.”
“And the demon is getting impatient with,” Plumdrop hissed. “We still can’t find it. We’ve searched everywhere so much. I don’t know how much longer until she just starts killing us.”
“We’re so scared,” Flutter added, hugging her sister. “We are on patrol today, but our family is toiling in the lowest levels of the dungeon to find it. Searching for whatever the Biomancer Vebrin hid in here all those years ago.”
“Then let’s get rid of the demon,” I said, eager to help my half-sisters and half-brothers.
“Yes,” Pyrriah hissed, her hair flickering with red light.
“But the demon serves Throwia!” gasped Plumdrop. “That will draw the Goddess’s ire. The Goddess of Suffering! You can’t! Please, please go! Turn back!”
The pain in her eyes stirred my heart. We would be pissing off a goddess. There was no helping that, though. That was what our ultimate goal was about. To rescue my father from the throes of Throwia’s torment.
“We are going to liberate your people,” I told the fairies. “And save your sister, Lupiz.”
“I don’t like this,” Lasla said. “This is too dangerous. A demon, Kurtis? A demon? You want to fight a demigoddess?”
“Yes,” I said.
“I want to help them,” Pyrriah said. “Families should stick together, and they’re our family. You heard them. They’re all the sons and daughters of Las. Our brothers and sisters! We can’t just leave them in bondage.”
“Brothers and sisters?” gasped Flutter.
“That’s why your cum is the best,” squealed Plumdrop. “You’re Las’s son!”
I nodded. “We’re doing this. Besides, this treasure is something of value. Maybe we can leverage it against Throwia. Force her to free our father. This might be just what we’ve been looking for. There is no way we can back down.”
Lasla stared at me, worry in her eyes. Then she sighed and nodded. “You two are right. I just ... I’m scared.”
I pulled my sister to me and kissed her on the mouth. Lasla shuddered as her lips melted against mine. I would have to make sure that we kept her safe, though. I would protect her and my women. A demon...
This would be tricky. But it would also be necessary.
Lasla
I trembled as I walked with my family through the Drakin woods. I wasn’t happy at all about this decision. A demon? Could we take on a demon? It took legendary heroes to fight one of those powerful demigods. Or an angel.
Would we be able to prevail? I hoped we would, but the fear grew in me with every step.
The fairies led the way. They flitted through the trees, melting the glamours out of our way so we could see. The woods grew darker and denser around us. The growing dread squeezed tighter and tighter about my fluttering heart.
Then out of the forest, dark walls rose.
Crumbling towers thrust up from walls broken in spots. Half-collapsed defenses being slowly choked by vines and brambles. A larger keep loomed behind it, half in shadows. The place felt evil. This was where the terrible Biomancer Vebrin worked his foul craft.
He butchered creatures and people to make monsters. The panthopus that had fucked me so hard was birthed from those cruel experiments. Once, this castle was even filled with an elf turned into a monstrous plant. A security system that had almost destroyed Sir Angela’s party a few hundred years ago.
But thanks to Minx and Xerathalasia, they managed to win the trust of the plant. Though the guardian had died, she had entrusted a seed to Minx. A seed that grew at the Freehold of Dragon’s Rest and defended the city that Sir Angela had founded after defeating Dominari.
“There’s a side door over here,” Flutter said, heading to not so much a door but a hole in the outer wall. The masonry had crumbled away to reveal the rotten wood of the frame and supports.
It didn’t look safe to me. I swallowed as my brother marched right in, Pyrriah following. I swallowed and headed in, Nephi pushing past me to take the lead. Behind us, the rakshasa, werewolves, and fairies followed.
“Just go straight,” said Plumdrop. “Then take the first right. That will get us out to the courtyard.”
My brother followed the directions. Soon, we were in gloomy bailey. Trees had burst through the stones here, roots buckling the flagstones that covered the ground. Grass poked up in other spots. A massive thorn bush dominated the outer end.
We headed into another open doorway, some rotten wood lying on the ground bound in rusting metal that might have been the door. It was dark and gloomy inside. The walls had collapsed to the right, revealing a dark room. We moved down it and entered a large and open room.
“The great hall,” Plumdrop said. “The demon’s lair is in the tower above.”
“Or she’s waiting for you right here,” a feminine voice purred.
It echoed through the room. We all froze. At the far end, descending a wide staircase, a woman appeared. She wore a tight, black leather corset that lifted her large breasts into a pair of big and jiggling boobs. Thigh-high boots clad her legs, her heels ringing with each step. Horns thrust out of her midnight hair and bat wings spread behind her. A disturbing cape.
I could feel her lust to hurt. To inflict pain. She got off on the worst sort of sadist. Like Pradu had been before Kurtis had broken her and twisted her into a masochist slut. My heart fluttered as I stared at Beliala the Demon.
Ad she wasn’t alone. Two spirits descended behind her. They had the forms of a man and a woman, their movement ethereal and graceful. I shuddered as I realized what they were, the male as handsome as the woman was beautiful.
“An incubus and succubus,” I gasped, recognizing them from legends. “Dream spirits!”
“I didn’t know about those,” groaned Flutter in fear.
Incubi and succubi were races of demigods, both born of Throwia and Las. Creatures of rape and cruelty. Incubi preyed on the dreams of women, tormenting and ravishing them. When they had violated enough women’s dreams, they would split into two new incubi. Succubi worked the same, only they afflicted their cruelty on men’s dreams.
Two sides of the same horrible coins.
“Kurtis,” I whimpered, fear sweeping through me.
Kurtis
I felt the fear, but I wouldn’t back down. We would kill them. “We fight!”
I whipped out my sword. Before me, Nephi growled and blurred into her sphinx form. Her body sprouted in tawny fur as she fell onto all fours. She became a lion with a woman’s head and wings of an eagle. The rakshasa’s tiger heads appeared, both of them growling low and dangerous. All four of the werewolves became shaggy and hungry wolves, ready to fight.
“Kurtis?” Mother asked.
“Not yet,” I told her.
“How quaint,” Beliala said, her ruby lips twisting in delight. A black whip appeared in her hand that she cracked. The sound shivered through the air. “Some pussycats and puppies to train.”
“Kill her!” I shouted and charged forward.
The incubus and succubus became clouds of smoke that spilled down the stairs as I ran after Nephi. She bounded across the room. But not as fast at Lupiz and her werewolves. They sprinted across the room, howling with fury, and leaped at the demon.
The whip blurred. Shadows swept around the demon. The hissing cracks filled the air. Each one sent a werewolf flying back. They whimpered in pain as they hit the ground, bloody matting their fur where they were struck. They kicked on the ground as if the agony was unending.
Nephi roared and spread her wings wide, rushing in for the attack. I was right on her heels. But then the succubus’s cloud swooped down at me. The white mist engulfed me before I could get clear. It surrounded me.
This scent filled my nose. Chamomile. Soothing. Relaxing. I stumbled forward then collapsed on the ground. Sleep pressed on me. I felt the smoke rushing into my body and dragging me down into my dreams.
Pyrriah
My brother collapsed as I ran behind him. I leaped over him, not sure what I could do for him. The rakshasas raced beside me while Nephi leaped for the demon right before me. The whip cracked for the sphinx.
She ducked it.
“No!” squealed the fairies in fear.
Pradu jumped in next, lunging with her mouth open wide. The whip struck her in the tips, leaving a bloody line across her breasts. She stumbled to the side but didn’t cry out in pain. She purred in pleasure, her nipples hardening.
“Yes!” Pradu moaned. “Whip me again!” She leaped at the demon.
“Kinky,” Beliala purred and dodged the attack, spinning around. Her whip struck Princess Naryu across the face.
The rakshasa nearly crashed into me. She yowled in pain, kicking on the ground like the werewolves, disabled by the pain. She wasn’t the masochist that Pradu had become. I hit the stairs and rushed at the demon.
Her whip snapped at me.
I swept my falchion before me and knocked the attack to the side. My hair burned with fiery anger as I swept my blade at the demon directly. She flapped her leathery wings and jumped up the stairs, hissing in annoyance.
Snarling, Nephi lunged from the side, swiping a furry paw with sharp claws at the demon. Pradu came from the other side, snapping jaws. I rushed up the middle. The demon slashed her whip before her, shadows hissing.
I burned with fire and stuck the whip before it could hit Nephi.
“A phoenix!” snarled Beliala as she dodged Nephi’s swipe.
“Yes!” I snarled, flames spilling off my body and engulfing my sword. My anger blazed hot. “You are going to pay!”
My flaming falchion swept at her. She hissed, wings flapping as she leaped backward. She flew back farther than a jump should have carried her. As she landed, Nephi pounced. That amazing sphinx lunged at the demon and slammed into her. Claws raked down the bitch’s stomach.
Rents that bled. Crimson blood spilled down her body. She snarled in pain. She did not like that. Her breasts heaved in her corset as she slammed her left fist into Nephi’s face. The powerful blow through the sphinx to the stairs.
She rolled, eagle feathers rustling as she tumbled over her wing. The demon slammed her lash down at Nephi before she could get up. I shouted and slashed at the demon to break her attack. But it was too late.
As Nephi stood, the lash cut across her face. Blood spurted, and she roared in agony. They collapsed down the stairs, legs kicking. The demon twisted out of the way of my attack and lashed at me, driving me back down the stairs.
I raised my flaming blade, Pradu at my side. It was just me and her now.
Lasla
“Mother Azuliana!” I gasped, turning to stare at my step-mother.
The busty dragoness stood there with her arms crossed watching the fight. Kurtis was on the ground, possessed by the succubus. Pyrriah and Pradu faced Beliala alone. My heart clenched with such powerful fear for them.
“Do something!” I screamed.
“Kurtis hasn’t given the command, Mistress Lasla,” Mother Azuliana answered, her large breasts rising and falling. The golden collar tight around her throat. “Pyrriah can handle a demon.”
“But Kurtis can’t give you the command!” I gasped. “The succubus has him.”
“And?” asked Mother Azuliana. She glanced at me, her deep, sapphire eyes staring at me. “That changes nothing.”
“You’ll let us die?”
She smiled. “My children are not dead. This fight is not over. Have faith.”
I turned back to the fight and gasped. The cloud that was the incubus hovered in the air above my sister. Pyrriah slashed her sword, driving back the demon. Beliala snarled and slashed her whip. Pradu took the hit and howled in pain. Her claws slashed at the demon.
But the incubus ... I could feel the desire from the creature.
I didn’t even think. I found myself running across the room, leaving behind my mother and cowardly fairies who weren’t even trying to fight. Not even Oakheart. I leaped over one of the whimpering werewolves, passed Princess Naryu and Nephi, and leaped at my sister’s back.
“Watch out!” I shouted, the cloud descending.
Instead of engulfing my sister and possessing her, and ravishing her, the incubus engulfed me. I struck Pyrriah in the back. Darkness pulled at me. She screamed my name as I fell. I plummeted out of consciousness into unconsciousness.
I screamed as the darkness engulfed me. I rushed through nothingness, a terrifying plunge into the unknown. I could feel the incubus around me. He chased me down. Surrounded me. He wanted me frightened. Terrified.
He wanted to torment me as he fucked me. As he raped me.
That was what he was. A creature of lust and pain. A mixture of Las and Throwia. A terrible and dark brother that I never wanted to know. I could feel his animus towards me. His hatred and dark passion to make me scream in torment.
I hit a bed. I gasped at the mattress compressing beneath me. My arms and legs spread wide from the impact. The air burst from my lungs. I coughed and shuddered, struggling to move. I tried to sit up, but a man appeared.
Tall, black hair slicked back, a goatee around his lips, his eyes dark and full of passion. The incubus jumped on me before I could recover from the impact. His cock thrust out before him, hard and twitching with his passion.
“My, my, what a porcelain beauty you are,” he said, his finger stroking my cheek. “Not that fiery phoenix, but ... I can feel a kinship with you. We share a father. How delicious.”
I stared up at him, feeling that darkness in him. He grabbed my arm with his strong hands. I had no power here. I was in his domain. He shoved it up with ease and grabbed a silken tie already waiting for him. Attached to the bed’s post, he deftly bound my wrist with it. The fabric bit in hard.
Painful.
I winced at it.
He smiled.
A sadist like Pradu. He wanted to make me hurt. To abuse and degrade me. I quivered as I felt his lust. I let it wash over me as he yanked my left arm up and bound it to the bed. I was utterly helpless. He moved down my body and grabbed my legs, yanking them apart. He knelt between them, my pussy vulnerable.
“I am going to enjoy this,” he said, his cock throbbing as he bound my right arm. “Making you howl, little sister. Making you scream.”
“Good,” I purred, feeling his lusts and drinking them in. The impending pain. How he would fuck me hard and raw. “I’m so wet for this. Ooh, I am going to love every moment of it, brother. I can’t wait for you to make me scream.”
He paused and stared at me. Then his eyes fell on my pussy. On my black bush soaked in my juices. His brow furrowed even more as I squirmed on the bed, my heart pounding with my excitement for him to do whatever he wanted to me.
“You smell it?” I moaned, breathing in as he bound my left leg. I was tied down. The pain throbbed in my wrists and ankles. “That’s my wet cunt. I want it so much. Whip me. Yes, yes, yes, my tits. My cunt. I want it so much.”
Confusion writ across his face. “You can feel what I am going to do to you?”
“Make me bleed,” I moaned. “Fuck my pussy with your huge dick and make me howl. Shove needles through my nipples. My clit!” I quivered, my lusts brimming in me. I wanted what he wanted. All that dark pleasure. “Do that! Make me scream in torment.”
His cock twitched as he stared at me. He looked into my eyes. And he saw the truth. I was a daughter of Las. I could make myself desire anything. Mold myself to the desires of my lover. Crave what they wanted to do to me.
And that wasn’t what the incubus wanted. He didn’t want me aching for it. He needed me to be afraid. Terrified. Weeping. But I couldn’t give that to him because I wanted him to hurt me. To whip my tits raw. To pierce my nipples and clits with those needles. To have him fuck my pussy and asshole raw with his huge dick.
Dani
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