by Rowan Bree
Outside you drink the tonic, feeling nothing to tell you if it is working or not. You wander through the town for a place to rest. There are no monsters, no members of the Order in their black robes. You think you might finally be safe.
Epilogue.
You rethink your choice and decide not to take the vial. You leave the apothecary wondering what happens next.
You wander through the town for a place to rest. There are no monsters, no members of the Order in their black robes. You think you might finally be safe. You find a room in the inn and offer to work in exchange for lodging as you have no money, but the innkeep is willing to let you stay on as long as you want in exchange for the necklace Vale gave you. As you hand it over you notice a deep crack running through the stone. The innkeep doesn’t seem to mind one bit. Even damaged, the stone is probably more precious than anything in this town.
Except, of course, the child of the forest god you carry in your womb.
Epilogue.
You pass the cabin to continue deeper into the forest. A fog emerges, making everything look ghostly. You try to follow a straight path as best you can. Getting turned around in a forest like this could be deadly.
A distant rumble shakes the forest, then another much closer. Trees shiver and topple. Whatever is coming—a forest troll, a giant—will be upon you soon. You run through the trees, your dress snagging on branches as you try desperately to outrun the creature.
You turn to look over your shoulder but see nothing in the fog. You stumble over a rock and fall flat on your stomach. A massive hoof comes within inches of flattening you. You feel yourself being picked up off the ground and your dress torn from your body. Something enters you, violating you. You feel a sudden, powerful arousal radiate through your body as if you have been drugged.
You are fucked roughly by the beast. You can hear it panting and grunting. The sounds remind you of a rutting stag. When it is done with you, it drops you to the ground. The world goes black for a moment when you hit.
You sit up slowly. The forest is silent. It as if all the sound has been sucked from the air. The only thing you can hear is the sound of your heavy breathing and the pounding of your heart in your chest. In the fog you can see something standing between the trees that looks like a large stag, or perhaps a man but with antlers sprouting from his head. The form seems to waver as you look at it, and tales of ancient forest gods come to mind. The creature turns and stalks off into the forest. Only when it is gone does sound return to the world.
You get up. Your legs are sticky and you feel a heaviness deep within your womb. Instinct tells you that you are bearing the child of whatever it was that forced itself upon you.
The horned demon finds you still lying on the forest floor. His face is serious. “Cernunnos,” he says. “Have you any idea what you’ve done?”
He grabs you by the wrist, his fingers threatening to crush your bones, and forces you to stand.
“When his children are born the primal, ancient realms that not even the Order can touch will be set free. The cities may be our domain but the wilds shall be theirs. Their only link will be you, the mother of both.”
He yanks you towards him and grasps you by the throat. Red flames dance in his eyes as he peers deep into yours.
“That is if I decide to let you live,” he growls. “Now, it’s time to show the kingdom who its new master is.”
Epilogue.
You tell Hawke to run, pulling him towards the trapdoor while the demon is distracted.
Hawke stops you. “You go, I’ll hold him off.”
There is no time to argue. You climb down the hatch, pulling the trapdoor closed after you. You hear a bestial roar and the clang of metal. Hawke won’t last long. You have to hurry.
You climb the ladder down into a narrow passage. The ship sways a little, making the passage seem to curve as you make your way down it. You pass the door to the galley, and the crew sleeping quarters. You need to find a porthole big enough to jump through and swim to shore.
Something wet drips onto your shoulder and you wipe it off. Your hand comes away slimy and covered in a translucent goo.
You look up at the ceiling. Thick globules of the stuff are oozing down from the wooden planks. You sidestep a jellyfish-sized drop that splatters onto the floor. You start to feel afraid. Whatever it is, you don’t want any more of it on you. Ahead to the left is a doorway. You hope it leads to a viable exit.
You hurry down the passageway, stepping in one of the puddles as you near the door. Your foot sticks. You scream. The gelatinous liquid starts moving up your leg, crawling like something alive. You try to wrench yourself away but the liquid is too fast. It is growing and bubbling out between the deck’s planks, moving steadily upwards past your knees and towards your waist. You lose your balance and fall over.
The ooze spreads up your thighs, slipping underneath your panties as it swallows you to your hips. It is warm and slippery against your most sensitive places. You can feel it pulsing there, then bulging like a finger to prod at your openings.
You scream louder, desperately kicking at the ooze though your legs barely move through the viscous material. It has moved higher now, gliding along your stomach and up to your breasts. The slippery warmth against your nipples makes you shudder. You fear it will suffocate you as it engulfs your shoulders, your neck. A single tendril of it creeps up your chin and into your mouth, stifling your cries.
You feel the bulges below your waist begin to lengthen and the ooze push itself inside of you. Your muffled cries only sound lewd as the ooze fills and fits to your holes. When you struggle it feels like your whole body is being massaged with warm oil. The stimulation is too much, and there is no use fighting anyway. The ooze pulses inside of you. You come, your whole body shuddering inside the gelatinous mass.
Still the ooze keeps you prisoner, pushing you towards another orgasm. You wonder if Hawke was able to get away or if he is still fighting the demon. The ooze suckles at your clit. You lose control.
The demon finds you still consumed by the slime, dazed and unresponsive.
“That’s enough of that,” he says.
The ooze slowly seeps back down into the floorboards, leaving you slimy and shaken.
The demon takes your hand. You grasp it tightly to keep from collapsing. “We’ve left them waiting long enough. It’s time to bring order to this world.”
The castle.
You wait until the demon has finished watching the skies then tell him you will go with him.
He seems pleased.
Hawke tries to stop you, but you are already taking the demon’s outstretched hand.
“We can run,” Hawke tells you. “There’s a whole world across the sea. You don’t have to do this.”
But you know that’s not true. What is one man against an immortal?
The demon asks you, “What shall I do with the man?”
You ask him to spare Hawke.
He smiles. “He might wish I didn’t after he finds what happened to his crew.”
To the castle.
You cross the room and peek through the curtained archway.
The demon has Vale pushed up against the wall. He pulls aside the mage’s robes exposing his backside. His fingers dig into the pale flesh leaving red marks. Vale moans.
Vale braces his hands against the rough stone wall as the demon enters him. You unable to look away as the demon takes Vale from behind. Vale may have been your keeper, but the goat-horned creature is his master. There is none more powerful.
You back away from the archway and feel something grab your ankle. You fall backwards and hit your head hard. Everything goes black.
Epilogue.
You take the opportunity to run. You don’t need to know what will become of Vale. You have been tossed aside, your purpose fulfilled. You are glad to finally be free but terrified of the future. You have to get out of Tyven.
By now the smoke ha
s filled most of the room and is billowing out into the hall. You stay low and try to keep from being trampled as the guests stream out of the party. On your way out you yank down a portion of unburnt curtain and wrap it around you before stealing down the hall. No one seems to notice you in the chaos.
You have no idea where you are going and flee blindly through the castle. You think you see moonlight and find yourself in the garden Vale took you to at the start of the night.
“Kitten.”
You turn to see Vale exit the castle. His eyes shine red and you can feel the power coming off him. He wears a crown of scorched bones. Upon seeing it, you find yourself kneeling. Its power is absolute.
Epilogue.
The Order’s private party is being held in the upper reaches of the castle. It is filled with robed figures and guests from the feast in their fine clothes. Red candles are placed on different surfaces and in sconces, and many of the nobles are in various states of undress, occupying themselves with the shackled slaves both human and demonic that are apparently here for their entertainment.
Your gaze falls on the king seated in a plush chair, a buxom woman bobbing her head between his legs. Beside him are several uncomfortable-looking guardsmen.
“Kitten,” Vale says extracting himself from a couple of scantily clad slaves. The fingertips of his leather gloves glisten in the candlelight. You try not to act suspicious. Can he sense his spell of control over you has been broken? Not that it matters, you think. The Old One will have his own punishment for you.
“My lord.” The mage bows on one knee before the hoofed feet of the Old One. The Old One strokes his hair.
“I thank you for your service,” the Old One says, “of inviting me into your realm. I have a gift for you.”
The Old One is interrupted by a commotion in the room. Guests are screaming and fleeing in all directions. Something small and skittery with too many legs is running through the room, knocking down candles and grabbing at the guests. You hear the drawing of steel and a woman’s screech. No one seems to be able to stop the creature. In the confusion you dash for the exit.
You feel yourself pushed to the floor by an invisible force. Your muscles strain to fight but you fall to your knees then onto your back. The mage and the Old One stand over you, looking down as you struggle helplessly.
“I need to remove my power from her,” the Old One says, “so that I can grant it to you.”
Vale kneels by your head and strokes your cheek as the Old One tears your dress open. “I know you disobeyed me,” he says. “I could feel it as soon as our bond was severed.”
The Old One forces your legs apart and buries his long tongue in your pussy. You can feel the energy flowing out of you as he drains you of the power he transferred to you during the ritual.
“Poor little kitten,” Vale taunts.
He violates you as you lie there helpless, twisting your nipples in his gloved fingers and squeezing your breasts. He forces your mouth open and leans in close as if to kiss you, but instead of his warm lips you feel a thick string of spit fall onto your tongue.
The Old One makes you come draining the last drops of power from your veins.
His tongue leaves you and Vale lets go of you. You feel weak and you can barely stand. Your dress is left in tatters.
Naked, you stand amidst the chaos and confusion. You see Vale and the Old One disappear through a curtained archway. The Old One is going give Vale the power that belonged to you.
Follow them.
Flee while you can.
The Order’s private party is being held in the upper reaches of the castle. It is filled with robed figures and guests from the feast in their fine clothes. Red candles are placed on different surfaces and in sconces, and many of the nobles are in various states of undress, occupying themselves with the shackled slaves both human and demonic that are apparently here for their entertainment.
Your gaze falls on the king seated in a plush chair, a buxom woman bobbing her head between his legs. Beside him are several uncomfortable-looking guardsmen.
“Kitten,” Vale says extracting himself from a couple of scantily clad slaves. The fingertips of his leather gloves glisten in the candlelight. You try not to act suspicious. Can he sense his spell of control over you has been broken? Perhaps the Old One will protect you from Vale’s wrath since you have surrendered to him.
“My lord.” The mage bows on one knee before the hoofed feet of the Old One. The Old One strokes his hair.
“I thank you for your service,” the Old One says, “of inviting me into your realm. I have a gift for you.”
The Old One is interrupted by a commotion in the room. Guests are screaming and fleeing in all directions. Something small and skittery with too many legs is running through the room, knocking down candles and grabbing at the guests. You hear the drawing of steel and a woman’s screech. No one seems to be able to stop the creature. In the confusion you are pushed away from Vale and the Old One.
You feel yourself forced to the floor by an invisible force. Your muscles strain to fight but you fall to your knees then onto your back. The mage and the Old One stand over you, looking down as you struggle helplessly.
“I need to remove my power from her,” the Old One says, “so that I can grant it to you.”
Vale kneels by your head and strokes your cheek as the Old One tears your dress open. “I know you disobeyed me,” he says. “I could feel it as soon as our bond was severed.”
The Old One forces your legs apart and buries his long tongue in your pussy. You can feel the energy flowing out of you as he drains you of the power he transferred to you during the ritual. You thought that he would spare you if you surrendered. Maybe you should have run, though he probably would have caught you anyway.
“Poor little kitten,” Vale taunts.
He violates you as you lie there helpless, twisting your nipples in his gloved fingers and squeezing your breasts. He forces your mouth open and leans in close as if to kiss you, but instead of his warm lips you feel a thick string of spit fall onto your tongue.
The Old One makes you come draining the last drops of power from your veins.
His tongue leaves you and Vale lets go of you. You feel weak and you can barely stand. Your dress is left in tatters.
Naked, you stand amidst the chaos and confusion. You see Vale and the Old One disappear through a curtained archway. The Old One is going give Vale the power that belonged to you.
Follow them.
Flee while you can.
The Order’s private party is being held in the upper reaches of the castle. It is filled with robed figures and guests from the feast in their fine clothes. Red candles are placed on different surfaces and in sconces, and many of the nobles are in various states of undress, occupying themselves with the shackled slaves both human and demonic that are apparently here for their entertainment. Your gaze falls on the king seated in a plush chair, a buxom woman bobbing her head between his legs. Beside him are several uncomfortable-looking guardsmen.
The Old One still holds your wrist in his grip, never letting you from his side.
“Kitten,” Vale says extracting himself from a couple of scantily clad slaves. The fingertips of his leather gloves glisten in the candlelight. You try not to feel jealous, knowing that you too have strayed tonight.
“My lord.” The mage bows on one knee before the hoofed feet of the Old One. The Old One strokes his hair and then beckons him to stand.
“I thank you for your service,” the Old One says, “of inviting me into your realm. You have proven yourself far more useful than I originally thought. The girl, however, is useless.”
He shoves you forward and you fall to you knees. He puts a hand on your head keeping you down.
Vale moves as if to help you before stopping himself. “What is the meaning of this?” he asks.
The Old One smiles. “I have possessed you once. I know what lies in the darkest
reaches of that mind. I can give you everything you desire. This new world needs a strong leader and I know you desire to rule.”
He shoves your head down. You stare at the stone floor, ashamed and furious.
“I tried to see if this one was up to the task, but she is not. Accept my power and I’ll make you a god.”
“I accept,” Vale says without hesitation.
You feel yourself pushed to the floor by an invisible force. The mage and the Old One stand over you, looking down as you struggle to get free.
“I need to remove my power from her first,” the Old One says.
Vale kneels by your head and strokes your hair as the Old One tears your dress open. “It will be over soon, kitten.”
The Old One forces your legs apart and buries his long tongue in your pussy. You can feel the energy flowing out of you as he drains you of your power, taking back what he gave to you in the garden.
Vale violates you as you lie there helpless, twisting your nipples in his gloved fingers and squeezing your breasts. He forces your mouth open and leans in close as if to kiss you, but instead of his warm lips you feel a thick string of spit fall onto your tongue.
“I’ll keep you as a pet,” Vale whispers as the Old One makes you come draining the last drops of power from your veins.
His tongue leaves you and Vale lets go of you. You feel weak and ashamed. Your dress is in tatters, no longer wearable.
Naked, you stand amidst the chaos and confusion. You see Vale and the Old One disappear through a curtained archway. The Old One is going give Vale the power that belonged to you.