by Rowan Bree
The creature’s cock pulses and you brace for the feeling of its cum pumping inside you. Instead, you feel more rhythmic pulses and then an odd heavy feeling like a weight has been placed inside you. Then another, and another. Eggs, you think with horror as the spider-goblin’s ovipositor slides out of you.
You let yourself relax, thinking the worst is over. But fangs sink into the skin of your neck and a tingling feeling begins to flow downwards through your body as the spider-goblin’s venom poisons you.
You see movement in the corner of your eye and turn to see Sybil lunge at Vale. She is thrown back by an invisible force and restrained by several Order members.
“Keep her quiet,” Vale says. “Kill her if you have to.”
One of them brings a knife to Sybil’s neck and she stops struggling. She won’t be able to save you. No one can.
You feel another appendage pushing its way between your legs. This one has a more bulbous, tapered tip that slides into you with little resistance. Your body quivers uncontrollably as you feel the orbs shift inside you to make room for the new violation. The creature thrusts hard and fast, and instinctively you know what is happening. It is going to fertilize the eggs it just filled you with. And there is nothing you can do.
You come as the creature fucks you, silent tears streaming down your face from the intensity. Everything below the waist feels warm, sticky, melted. The spider-goblin finishes and leaves you with its fertilized eggs sitting inside you.
The poison overwhelms your senses making your vision blur. You lie in the filth left by the creature, your stomach bulging and body trembling. You can faintly hear Jasper calling your name. But he is too far away. You tumble into the darkness.
Epilogue.
Sybil must have a good reason for biding her time. You endure Vale’s treatment knowing the kingdom is more important than anything he could do to you.
“It’s time,” Vale says.
He removes his robe, then forces you to lie on your back in the center of the circle. The carved symbols feel hot against your skin. He parts your legs and slides a finger along your slit. He smiles when you flinch at his touch.
You see movement in the corner of your eye and turn to see Sybil lunge at Vale. She is thrown back by an invisible force and restrained by several Order members.
“Keep her quiet,” Vale says. “Kill her if you have to.”
The aura of the room shifts, growing darker. A chill takes over you.
“My dear kitten,” the mage whispers. “It’s finally time for us to be together.” His eyes glow red, and his voice is much deeper than it was before. It is as if he has been possessed by something else.
He thrusts into you violently. You scream out in protest but are unable to move. You can hear Jasper calling out to you, telling you to fight Vale’s magic. But you are powerless to do anything but lie there as Vale takes you.
You feel like you are sinking into the floor, deeper and deeper into a trancelike state. Hallucinations fill your mind of horned beasts and burning spires. Vale’s cock fills a primal desire inside of you, and as much as you try to fight it you can’t deny the immense pleasure he is giving you. It looks as though the Order has won.
Epilogue.
Sybil must have a good reason for biding her time. You endure Vale’s treatment knowing the kingdom is more important than anything he could do to you.
“Now you know what Jasper felt being my bitch for all those years,” Vale says, his gloved fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass and spreading you wide.
You call Vale a liar and threaten to kill him in all manner of painful ways, but he only fucks you harder.
“He was never yours to begin with. He’s always been mine. He worked for the Order in exchange for money, and my cock.”
It can’t be true. The dildo hits something sensitive inside you and you let out a moan. Vale laughs. You feel invisible hands tightening around your throat.
“Tell her,” Vale says to Jasper. “Tell her it’s all true. There’s no point hiding anymore. You served the Order. You seduced poor young women and lured them to be used in our rituals. How many failed to survive? How much blood is on your hands?”
Jasper’s face is screwed up in pain and shame, silent tears streaming down his face. You can’t bear to look at him.
“But it’s okay,” Vale says. “Because tonight my dear kitten is here with me. Together she and I will finally complete the ritual and bring the Old Ones into this world.”
Vale’s magic squeezes tighter around your throat. You struggle to breathe. The sound of your own rasping breaths fill your ears as Vale pulls the dildo from your ass and forces you onto your back.
You see movement in the corner of your eye and turn to see Sybil lunge at Vale. She is thrown back by an invisible force and restrained by several Order members.
“Keep her quiet,” Vale says. “Kill her if you have to.”
The aura of the room shifts, growing darker. A chill takes over you. You can hear Jasper begging and pleading for Vale to stop, but he is unable to break free from the hold Vale’s magic has over his body. He can only watch as Vale removes his robe and parts your legs.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this moment, kitten.” His eyes glow red, and his voice is much deeper than it was before. It is as if he has been possessed by something else.
Vale enters you and the room swirls into darkness. You feel like you are sinking into the floor, deeper and deeper into a trancelike state. Hallucinations fill your mind of horned beasts and burning spires. Vale’s cock fills a primal desire inside of you, and as much as you try to fight it you can’t deny the immense pleasure he is giving you. The Order has won.
Epilogue.
Sybil must have a good reason for biding her time. You endure Vale’s treatment knowing the kingdom is more important than anything he could do to you.
“Now you know what Jasper felt being my bitch for all those years,” Vale says, his gloved fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass and spreading you wide.
You call Vale a liar and threaten to kill him in all manner of painful ways, but he only fucks you harder.
“He was never yours to begin with. He’s always been mine. He worked for the Order in exchange for money, and my cock.”
It can’t be true. The dildo hits something sensitive inside you and you let out a moan. Vale laughs and pulls it out.
“Tell her,” Vale says to Jasper. “Tell her it’s all true. There’s no point hiding anymore. You served the Order. You seduced poor young women and lured them to be used in our rituals. How many failed to survive? How much blood is on your hands?”
Jasper’s face is screwed up in pain and shame, silent tears streaming down his face. You can’t bear to look at him.
“I think kitten’s ready to be bred,” Vale says, pulling the spider-goblin closer.
You see movement in the corner of your eye and turn to see Sybil lunge at Vale. She is thrown back by an invisible force and restrained by several Order members.
“Keep her quiet,” Vale says. “Kill her if you have to.”
You feel the creature mount you. It’s muggy warmth makes your skin crawl as it humps against you, its many arms clinging to you. Its slimy appendage push against your opening, its flat head failing to penetrate and instead bumping against your clit. You moan weakly.
Vale chuckles. “Do you hear that? Sounds like dear kitten here is enjoying all the attention.”
The thrusts again and again, still failing to squeeze inside of you. Your body grows hot, preparing to be bred. The creature seems to sense this change in you and pauses to properly line up for one last thrust. You can feel its large member pushing you open, your pussy actually inviting the infernal appendage inside you inch by inch. The creature chitters as it enjoys the feeling of your warmth.
You will your body to move, but Vale’s magic is far too strong. You can only bear it as the creature breeds you.
You let yourself relax, thinking the worst is over. But fangs sink into the skin of your neck and a tingling feeling begins to flow downwards through your body as the spider-goblin’s venom poisons you.
You feel another appendage pushing its way between your legs. This one has a more bulbous, tapered tip that slides into you with little resistance. Your body quivers uncontrollably as you feel the orbs shift inside you to make room for the new violation. The creature thrusts hard and fast, and instinctively you know what is happening. It is going to fertilize the eggs it just filled you with. And there is nothing you can do.
You come as the creature fucks you, silent tears streaming down your face from the intensity. Everything below the waist feels warm, sticky, melted. The spider-goblin finishes and leaves you with its fertilized eggs sitting inside you.
The poison overwhelms your senses making your vision blur. You lie in the filth left by the creature, your stomach bulging and body trembling. You can faintly hear Jasper calling your name. But he is too far away. You tumble into the darkness.
Epilogue.
Sybil must have a good reason for biding her time. You endure Vale’s treatment knowing the kingdom is more important than anything he could do to you.
“Now you know what Jasper felt being my bitch for all those years,” Vale says, his gloved fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass and spreading you wide.
You call Vale a liar and threaten to kill him in all manner of painful ways, but he only fucks you harder.
“He was never going to be yours. He’s always been mine. He worked for the Order in exchange for money, and my cock.”
It can’t be true. The dildo hits something sensitive inside you and you let out a moan. Vale laughs and pulls it out.
“Tell her,” Vale says to Jasper. “Tell her it’s all true. There’s no point hiding anymore. You served the Order. You seduced poor young women and lured them to be used in our rituals. How many failed to survive? How much blood is on your hands?”
Jasper’s face is screwed up in pain and shame, silent tears streaming down his face. You can’t bear to look at him.
“I think kitten’s ready to be bred,” Vale says, pulling the spider-goblin closer.
You see movement in the corner of your eye and turn to see Sybil lunge at Vale. She is thrown back by an invisible force and restrained by several Order members.
“Keep her quiet,” Vale says. “Kill her if you have to.”
You feel the creature mount you. It’s muggy warmth makes your skin crawl as it humps against you, its many arms clinging to you. Its slimy appendage push against your opening, its flat head failing to penetrate and instead bumping against your clit. You moan weakly.
Vale chuckles. “Do you hear that? Sounds like dear kitten here is enjoying all the attention.”
The thrusts again and again, still failing to squeeze inside of you. Your body grows hot, preparing to be bred. The creature seems to sense this change in you and pauses to properly line up for one last thrust. You can feel its large member pushing you open, your pussy actually inviting the infernal appendage inside you inch by inch. The creature chitters as it enjoys the feeling of your warmth.
You will your body to move, but Vale’s magic is far too strong. You can only bear it as the creature breeds you.
Its cock pulses and you brace for the feeling of its cum pumping inside you. Instead, you feel more rhythmic pulses and then an odd heavy feeling like a weight has been placed inside you. Then another, and another. Eggs, you think with horror as the spider-goblin’s ovipositor slides out of you.
You let yourself relax, thinking the worst is over. But fangs sink into the skin of your neck and a tingling feeling begins to flow downwards through your body as the spider-goblin’s venom poisons you.
You feel another appendage pushing its way between your legs. This one has a more bulbous, tapered tip that slides into you with little resistance. Your body quivers uncontrollably as you feel the orbs shift inside you to make room for the new violation. The creature thrusts hard and fast, and instinctively you know what is happening. It is going to fertilize the eggs it just filled you with. And there is nothing you can do.
You come as the creature fucks you, silent tears streaming down your face from the intensity. Everything below the waist feels warm, sticky, melted. The spider-goblin finishes and leaves you with its fertilized eggs sitting inside you.
The poison overwhelms your senses making your vision blur. You lie in the filth left by the creature, your stomach bulging and body trembling. You can faintly hear Jasper calling your name. But he is too far away. You tumble into the darkness.
Epilogue.
Sybil must have a good reason for biding her time. You endure Vale’s treatment knowing the kingdom is more important than anything he could do to you.
“Now you know what Jasper felt being my bitch for all those years,” Vale says, his gloved fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass and spreading you wide.
You call Vale a liar and threaten to kill him in all manner of painful ways, but he only fucks you harder.
“He was never going to be yours. He’s always been mine. He worked for the Order in exchange for money, and my cock.”
It can’t be true. The dildo hits something sensitive inside you and you let out a moan. Vale laughs. You feel invisible hands tightening around your throat.
“Tell her,” Vale says to Jasper. “Tell her it’s all true. There’s no point hiding anymore. You served the Order. You seduced poor young women and lured them to be used in our rituals. How many failed to survive? How much blood is on your hands?”
Jasper’s face is screwed up in pain and shame, silent tears streaming down his face. You can’t bear to look at him.
“But it’s okay,” Vale says. “Because tonight my dear kitten is here with me. Together she and I will finally complete the ritual and bring the Old Ones into this world.”
Vale’s magic squeezes tighter around your throat. You struggle to breathe. The sound of your own rasping breaths fill your ears as Vale pulls the dildo from your ass and forces you onto your back.
You see movement in the corner of your eye and turn to see Sybil lunge at Vale. She is thrown back by an invisible force and restrained by several Order members.
“Keep her quiet,” Vale says. “Kill her if you have to.”
The aura of the room shifts, growing darker. A chill takes over you. You can hear Jasper begging and pleading for Vale to stop, but he is unable to break free from the hold Vale’s magic has over his body. He can only watch as Vale removes his robe and parts your legs.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this moment, kitten.” His eyes glow red, and his voice is much deeper than it was before. It is as if he has been possessed by something else.
Vale enters you and the room swirls into darkness. You feel like you are sinking into the floor, deeper and deeper into a trancelike state. Hallucinations fill your mind of horned beasts and burning spires. Vale’s cock fills a primal desire inside of you, and as much as you try to fight it you can’t deny the immense pleasure he is giving you. The Order has won.
Epilogue.
You call on your new power.
“I still think you should come with me,” you say. You think you can feel the magic working through your words.
Hawke looks at you, his eyes losing focus for a moment. He shakes his head.
“I think the wine is getting to me. I’d best call it a night.”
He leaves you to ponder your next move. You wander the feast, feeling a bit lightheaded yourself. Maybe you should have gone easy on the wine as well. You stumble through the hall thinking you migh
t need a bit of a lie down. A man grabs you from behind as you bump past him.
“Easy does it, girl.”
It is the fat duke you considered inviting before. His gut rubs against your backside as pulls you against him.
“It looks like you need some more to drink.”
You start to push him off you before recognizing the opportunity.
“I know where we can drink some of the best wine in the kingdom.”
You stroke his chest playfully. His cheeks go even redder than they already were from the wine.
You tell him about Vale’s party and he agrees to go with you. You take him by the arm and lead him out of the hall, enduring his talk about his dukedom and its fertile maidens.
Though Vale didn’t tell you exactly where the private party was being held, you seem to instinctively know where to go. You lead the duke into the upper reaches of the castle, through the quiet and secluded corridors that only those intimate with the castle would know.
You pass through a stone archway draped with black curtains. Beyond is a room filled with Order members and guests from the feast. Red candles are placed on different surfaces and in sconces, and an open space has been cleared in the middle of the room. A circular symbol is carved into the stone floor.
Vale emerges from another doorway and greets your guest. “Please, make yourself comfortable,” he says, guiding the duke to sit on a plush lounge chair and putting a drink in his hand. He beckons over a scantily clad woman with a chain around her neck to sit on the duke’s lap, then moves you away to talk in private.
“I trust he wasn’t too unruly,” Vale looks sideways at the duke who is already pawing eagerly at his new playtoy.