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Posted 10 years agoI've decided! I'm going to Speedfest!!!
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Oh wait... the title. XD My bad.
I'm going to continue and start new story-based RP's. I'm going to pick up my RP with
shadowkusa and I already picked up the one I had with 
Minty-Fivestar
As for the new ones, I prefer Star Fox-related RP's above anything. Realistic characters, real emotions, no stereotypical fanfiction nonsense. Comment down below if you are interested!
Extra: Some time ago I posted something kinda similar to this. I can't remember the name of the person that had a nice idea but who I left hanging (really sorry). If you could contact me~
...
Oh wait... the title. XD My bad.
I'm going to continue and start new story-based RP's. I'm going to pick up my RP with
shadowkusa and I already picked up the one I had with 
Minty-FivestarAs for the new ones, I prefer Star Fox-related RP's above anything. Realistic characters, real emotions, no stereotypical fanfiction nonsense. Comment down below if you are interested!
Extra: Some time ago I posted something kinda similar to this. I can't remember the name of the person that had a nice idea but who I left hanging (really sorry). If you could contact me~
Halp!!
Posted 10 years agoI need the help of my watchers for this. Particularly those who are into metal.
I found out that two festivals I wanted to go, Speedfest and 013, fall in the same month. I thought Speedfest fell in October but it turns out its on the 21nd of November. And 013 is on the 18th of November. And I can't possibly have both in the same week. That would kill me! Metal is great and all but an overdose is bad for you, mkay?
Why am I doubting? Cause both have three bands I really wanna see. Speedfest, costing €48, has the "Eagles of Death Metal" being Carcass, Napalm Death and Obituary. 013, costing €29,50 on the other hand has Lamb of God, Children of Bodom and Sylosis. So you see why I'm in doubt about this.
HALP!!!
I found out that two festivals I wanted to go, Speedfest and 013, fall in the same month. I thought Speedfest fell in October but it turns out its on the 21nd of November. And 013 is on the 18th of November. And I can't possibly have both in the same week. That would kill me! Metal is great and all but an overdose is bad for you, mkay?
Why am I doubting? Cause both have three bands I really wanna see. Speedfest, costing €48, has the "Eagles of Death Metal" being Carcass, Napalm Death and Obituary. 013, costing €29,50 on the other hand has Lamb of God, Children of Bodom and Sylosis. So you see why I'm in doubt about this.
HALP!!!
Symphonies of Sickness
Posted 10 years agoNo, this is not a Carcass album, it's me in a nutshell; I'm ill. Terribly ill. Headache, fever, nausea... you name it. And it all started as nothing but a cold too...
Oh and my Skype is dead so...
Oh and my Skype is dead so...
Goodbye Reane
Posted 10 years agoI neglected her... and for too long as well.
She had moved on... and left me.
Goodbye Kitty.
I'll miss you.
She had moved on... and left me.
Goodbye Kitty.
I'll miss you.
איחוד דמוני (demonic reunion)
Posted 10 years agoA whole new story chapter!! No one has ever read this except me. I have used Windows Word to check it but nothing else yet. So if you discover any mistakes, that's my bad. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!
Now on to the story. It isn't your standard story as it deals with controversial subjects. There is satanism, death, demons, bodily decay, treason, humiliation and love. If you still want to read it, go ahead. Don't say I didn't warn you~
( R )Act 7: איחוד דמוני
The feeling of something cold on her private parts and her naked breasts makes the blue vixen wake up. Slowly her empty yet still colorful turquoise eyes open up to witness upon the deceiving beauty Poisithen while she's fitting one of her outfits on her while Krystal is sitting on a rock with the red haze inside the circular room still forming the background. It seems to fit perfectly and when it's all in place it does feel rather comfortable and less like wearing metal plates coincidentally shaped like a bra and a loincloth. The insides of the bra feels silky and sits very relaxed around both breasts. And the loincloth actually has a slip behind the cloth which feels more like a second skin rather than something made from fabric.
Krystal herself isn't feeling that bad either. She feels refreshed, albeit with slightly moist and sticky undertone. Like recently chewed on gum got stuck on her and is only now removed, making it feel all yucky. The wet spots sit around her neck, in between her cleavage and in between her legs, close to her inner thighs. As for the rest, Poisithen kept her promise. She did clean her up and yes, she does feel a lot better in a new outfit. Though gold isn't really her taste. She's more of a bronze or copper kind of girl but this isn't half-bad.
Once Poisithen is done, she takes a step back to admire the blue vixen and see if the outfit really suits her. And she isn't in the slightest disappointed. With her hands on her knees, she bends over and faces Krystal with that sweet smile of hers.
“You look extremely sexy Krystal. You know that? I wouldn't mind taking a bite of your good-looking body. And certainly after having cleaned...” She bites her lower lip excited, utters a soft moan before she turns around. “Let's just say that you taste quite pleasant when you are afraid and desperate. But you shouldn't worry about how I know all that because it's all over for you. And by that I mean that you can get what you came here for.”
“W-what I came here for?”
Poisithen grumbles and sighs, feeling a little underappreciated by the blue vixen. Not counting she just woke up from a sleep only after being viciously raped by a demon. “Your one true love? Don't tell me I saved you from Dagon for nothing please.”
“No that's not it... I was just a little disillusioned by your kindness. I thought you were gonna... you know. Take over Dagon's role and torment me your own way.”
Understanding where Krystal is coming from, Poisithen looks behind her and gestures Krystal to come with her. “Walk with me. I'll tell you all about what is going to happen from here on out.”
As the she-wolf walks ahead with spread out wings like the feathers on a proud peacock. Krystal follows her a little bit wonky. The shoes she has been given have the thinnest fitting and the most uncomfortable high-heels ever conceived by anyone. How Poisithen can walk on those without any issues and still being able to rock her hips from side to side and not falling over is beyond her. But after some missteps, Krystal is able to keep up adequately.
“Before I start my monologue...” begins Poisithen quite curious. “... are there any questions you like me to answer first?”
Krystal certainly has a few of those and she's rather glad she can ask them now. And given the way she gotten to know Poisithen, the blond haired seductress doesn't stick to one subject for very long. And she exactly can identify with that. She fires her questions in quick succession at Poisithen and she replies to them accordingly. Both remain objectively throughout the exchange to allow for as much words to be said without emotions getting in the way too much.
“Why did you help me?”
“Simple. You looked like you needed help.”
“Why me?”
“Cause you are the oddity in this realm. And I am aware of the big plan. Your soul and everything.”
“How do you know about that then?”
“I was in the same room as the big man himself when I came up with it.”
“Okay. Clear. Now... what are you and what's your part in the big plan?”
“I am a fury, an Erinyes. Some say that I am a succubus but I prefer to be seen as a fury. A succubus is too much of a whore. As for my part in the big plan, I'm the receiving one.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that I am the one who is supposed to receive your soul. As a fury, my duties is to guard some sort of gate and hear upon the moans of the damned. Which is really damn boring you know. So I need to escape from that as much as I can. Something which is only possible one hour each of your Cornerian days. And once I had your soul, I would be free to roam on my own.”
“And what about Dagon? What is his part in all this?”
Poisithen fusses when she hears that name. “Don't you worry about him any longer. He was nothing than a miscalculation in the plan. An unstable factor so to say as evidenced by him raping you.”
“And where is he now?”
“He's close but he can no longer hurt you or get in my way. He's immobilized for the moment until I know what to do with him. Now, was that your barrage of questions? Did I paint the picture well enough?”
Krystal nods in agreement, having a much clearer picture now. Délarbé wanted Krystal's soul to free Poisithen from her boring existence as a fury and when he wasn't capable of that, he send Dagon to do it for him. However, Dagon became an unstable factor as Poisithen said and deviated from the plan to pursue his own plan.
“Yes you did. Thank you.” answers Krystal honest and thankful for some reason and logic in this twisted realm she's in. “You can gimme your monologue now.”
Suddenly Poisithen laughs. “Did I really say monologue? Oh forgive me dear Krystal for I got confuzzled. It isn't too complicated. It’s not like we are here to explain every aspect of every detail here are we? Oh please Satan no! I heard about a movie like that and only imagining it makes me shiver.”
Poisithen leads Krystal to the other end of the circular room, which was on her left when she came in here at first. Hiding behind the haze was something bearing resemblance to a door knob. However the textures written on it suggest something completely different. As they come closer to it, Poisithen stops to let Krystal get up to her. Once she stands next to her, able to see that the textures on the knob are scribbled all over the walls as well, Poisithen turns to her and tells her exactly what is going to happen in just two simple sentences. She does so a bit dramatic, holding both Krystal’s hands like she did before but now to tell her some good news.
“This is what we are going to do Krystal, We are gonna pay our big friend Dagon a visit to spit on his carcass and after that I'll bring you to your true love; Fox.”
The mentioning of his name lights a spark in Krystal's heart. Is she really going to be reunited with that red-furred vulpine of hers? Her hero of Lylat? What is she going to say to him? What is she going to do first? And how will his response be? Thoughts of the various outcomes dart unguided through a mind which for the first time in what seemed like centuries is being very positive. Enlightened her eyes become and a frown turns into a hopeful smile akin to Poisithen's. A vixen back in her former glory, standing as proud as the Cerinian princess she always has been. And this transformation doesn't go unnoticed by Poisithen.
“Looks like I struck the right accord with telling you about Fox not?” A giggle follows with a slightly flushed face to boot. “If you were to mention the name of my Prince... Ooooh dear! I think I would melt!”
Poisithen fans herself with her own hand to cool herself down and to contain her excitement. Seeing how heated the winged she-wolf gets over just thinking about her loved one, makes Krystal think of the impossible man. Some hunk with a huge pack of muscles, blocky face, a cleft chin and a majestic pack of black hair is something that instantly comes to mind given Krystal’s limited knowledge on what blond bimbo’s seem to like.
TV is good for something I guess. “You have a Prince Charming as well?” asks Krystal curious, unsatisfied with the fairly stereotypical image in her head.
“Oh yes Krystal I do! I cannot lie about him. He’s such a mighty man. He may not look like much at the moment but don’t you dare underestimate him.”
This gets Krystal even more curious, like she’s talking to a friend. It reminds her mostly of that yellow-furred girl Estelle, the treacherous bitch that went ahead and just nicked Panther away right in front of her. But since Poisithen is certainly not Estelle, Krystal is far more comfortable with it.
“Can you describe him then for me?” Krystal continues.
“No. That would ruin the surprise wouldn’t it?” she says with a wide grin as she places the palm of her hand over the knob and presses it. A rumble follows which shaking the whole room for maybe a split-second and after that nothing seems to happen. At least that is what Krystal thinks before she can hear sputtering and cursing above her. When she looks at the direction from where it comes, she is startled to see that it’s Dagon trying to escape from being crucified on an inverted cross. He’s held in place by multiple golden rings around his neck, wrists and ankles so at least there is nothing of bloodshed which is frankly good news for Krystal. She has the nauseous feeling that if she were to ever see another drop of blood again, she would feel like puking. Krystal’s expectations are even further diminished when it seems that Dagon doesn’t even notice her, instead having his entire focus on Poisithen.
“Poisithen how can you do this!?” he barks at her accusatory. “I know we aren’t always on the same train of thought… but I never thought you would betray me. Let alone your glorious to-be king.”
A twitch appears in Poisithen’s left eye as suddenly her demonic nature emerges from the shell of the blond haired she-wolf she was to Krystal at first. With an almost fire breathing anger, she screams “Leave my husband out of this!” as it seems that pure steam is spouting out of her nostrils followed by some embers. She’s truly seething and her stance gives away that she might wanna ascend with one flap of her wings and give Dagon some of her fury. But she can hold her own and takes a step back. The twitch is still not gone however.
Dagon certainly sees the withheld violent outburst and is actually praising Poisithen for her reticence. But he has his own pride and is not willing to swallow that just because the she-wolf is enraged with him. “He is not your husband yet. And if it’s up to me he will never be.” states Dagon venomous.
“That is not for you to decide. You are supposed to be on your knees and loyal to him. Instead, you are doing your own thing and shagging every girl you come across to satisfy your own needs. You were supposed to rip her soul out and that would be the end of it!” shouts Poisithen at him while pointing at an uncomfortable feeling Krystal. Whereupon the demoness looks behind her and ads “No offense to you Krystal but you know that it was the plan.”
“Yeah I know. But it’s still harsh to hear.”
“It’s okay Krystal. This is the last time I’ll fall out like that using your name.” assures Poisithen friendly before she turns to Dagon again. Almost instantly she transforms back into that more furious pose. “Because this little lamb is going to the slaughter for disobedience.” she declares with a hissing voice.
Dagon can only roll his eyes around. “As I said before you deaf moron, I was going to get it. But I came to terms with Délarbé and he was fine with me doing my thing.”
“Is coming to terms with me…” A hoarse male voice with a dark, raspy undertone comes from behind both ladies followed by a long and heavy inhale equal to someone with a collapsed lung and a very bad smoking habit. After that, a faint tap of something iron is heard followed by the tap of something wooden. A cane of some sort is expected. Someone has entered the room and is not feeling all too well judging by the high-pitched whistle passing for an exhale. The person then continues to speak to Dagon only.
“… Is it standing on top of my head…?” Another asthmatic inhale is heard before the person is coming closer. He speaks in short sentences followed by a mighty huff after every constituent “…pushing my own teeth into my… gums and humiliate me by… treating me like material for a t-trophy shot!”
With the exclamation on the end of his sentence, a groan is heard before the man collapses to his knees. The haze pulls away from where the man is with one flick of Poisithen’s wings and reveals it to be no one other than Délarbé himself, clenching on to a walking stick indeed constructed out of wood. But judging by the adornment, he has had this cane for a longer time.
However, the demon of old isn’t so impressive looking anymore. The darker grey tone that was his fur has been drained, replaced by a deadly pale with only some accents of grey. His skin is thin and crusty like papyrus paper, suggesting severe dehydration and exhaustion. The symbols he so proudly wore have been reduced to smutches composed of ash and coal. His veins are visible; every single one of them boil and bubble which creates a freaky sight. The flame on his index finger is nothing but a burnt-out campfire, only slightly sizzling once a small breeze blows by. The red snake with the horizontal opening mouth has its teeth no longer set in Délarbé’s neck, instead just hanging loosely and being close to death. A carcass walking, disgusting, rotting and somehow still standing up.
Though Krystal seems appalled by his presence for multiple reasons, she can see Poisithen gasp with horror and worry. Like a speeding bullet she sprints towards Délarbé and helps him back on his feet. The she-wolf shows her strength and care once more as she pulls him up with ease while at the same time dusting him off and taking a look for possible wounds.
“What are you doing here silly?” asks Poisithen with a lot of cream-coating around it. “You were supposed to save your powers and stay seated until I had sorted this all out. Remember?”
Délarbé just fusses like stubborn teenager and grudgingly admits that Poisithen is right. “I know that. But I couldn’t just leave you. You know I’m addicted to you.” he says with a smooth delivery as he leans in to kiss Poisithen only to lose his balance and fall into Poisithen’s catching arms who saw this coming.
“Take it easy my dear King!” she exclaims startled before setting him upright again. “Gosh… you could have hurt yourself real bad with that action.”
While Délarbé gets a good laugh out of that, simply because he knows that she wanted a kiss from him, Poisithen swings his right arm around the back of her neck and walks him towards Krystal and Dagon. Despite his laughter and dubiously positive attitude, it seems that he has pain in his legs or feet since he limps on, mostly supporting on the cane and the demoness.
Once they are there, Délarbé greets Krystal nicely and stands on his own feet again. It then reaches Krystal that Délarbé and Poisithen have a relationship. “Wait… your future husband and king is Délarbé!?”
Poisithen thinks it’s odd that Krystal didn’t come to that conclusion a lot earlier. “But of course. How could I possibly resist such incarnated evil and desperation?” She starts stroking Délarbé forehead and muzzle which he seems to enjoy a lot, murring contently. “No. It was impossible to ignore his attraction. And he caught me before I had any notion he actually caught me.”
“Oh stop it Poisithen. You are gonna make me blush! And you know that hurts in my condition.”
“My apologies. Here, let me kiss the pain away.”
Poisithen carefully holds Délarbé's head with both her hands and brings it closer to her. The lips of the both meet halfway as their eyes close. And he seems to be a pretty good kisser, judging by Poisithen's thick blush, muffled moaning, her tail swaying from side to sidside, her wings fluttering excitedly, the lovingly stroking of his back, her urge to come as close to him as she can and her lifting her lower leg in the air behind her. The kiss turns even more passionate when they start to go French on each other, eagerly exploring the insides of each other’s mouths. They completely forget their sense of time as they go up in the mutual love expressed by their kissing.
There is another big positive to them smooching; Délarbé seems to be getting better because of it! When things got more heated up, the flame on his index instantly ignited and burned intensely like it never did before. Some of his trademark grey color returns to him and his skin seems less made out of an ancient form of paper but instead some real and smooth skin.
After half-a-minute of sexy tongue wrestling, both realize they can't stay going like this, even if they wanted to. Business in need of finishing calls. Grudgingly their lips separate from one other as a small trace of saliva is the only evidence of them ever having kissed at all. Their eyes sparkle, suggesting they could fall back into each other’s love weren't it for the blue vixen and a traitor hanging on a cross.
“So my Prince of Darkness. How was your princess?” asks Poisithen curious as she holds her arms behind her back rather nervous and submissively. “Did I recharge you well enough?”
“Yes… I feel much better. Thank you.” speaks a much deeper and healthier voice coming from the same mouth which couldn't even produce low tones even if it tried. It makes Poisithen blush even more and even coo a little bit.
“A-anytime my darkness.” she says warmly to him along with a fiery wink, promising a happy end when nightfall comes. It gives Délarbé a big ol' smile on his face as he turns to Dagon to whom he has some harsh words to exchange with.
“Now… for the turd in the trifle…” He starts pacing around while talking to him to presumably keep the blood running. Despite the boost he got from Poisithen, he still seems sickly as he still speaks with pauses in between. And Poisithen wasn't the only one disturbed by his awful state of being; so was Dagon. He was the first person who looked straight into the eyes of the carcass. Being the closest thing to a friend as Délarbé could ever get, Dagon is quite worried about his condition. Even if he indeed did give him a stomp on the head, he never wished him this sort of agony. With astonished and slightly regretful eyes he looks at him as starts saying what he has to say.
“… We have… Dagon! The only person I… regarded to be as close to me as brother! But who in the end... did more harm than good for me when he... He defied my orders to in no way hurt her! Remember what that one note said?”
Délarbé leans in closer to hear what Dagon has to say. Murmuring, he does supply the right answer but it isn't very satisfying. He has to say it harder, so that all those present can hear it. He does however say something unexpected; that he's sorry for his condition. That he never wanted this to happen.
Fussing, he pulls away and shakes his head. “Sorry... but I'm afraid that not everyone can hear your whispering. Please say it louder! Louder!”
“Guide her and don’t hurt her unless she’s asking for it!” Dagon bellows without giving the apology he gave before.
“And she wasn’t asking to be raped… was she?” inquires Délarbé to which Dagon holds his mouth shut. It makes the carcass, whose health seems to be degrading at an exponential rate, sigh and hang his head in sadness. “Dagon... I’m afraid I have no use for you anymore. You were a... and don't get me wrong here... You were... a great, no!” he exclaims suddenly with a raised finger. “The very fucking best caretaker and partner to my cause... I could have wished for!”
With spread arms and a malicious grin on his face he walks back to Dagon and looks him straight into the eye. “But before I leave you with the satisfaction of getting away unharmed, let me tell you this. This place. Which you called home?” A chuckle escapes him like a hiccup as he continues on very sinister. “It will become your nightmare. You will be the witness to your plan and intention fall... to pieces before your eyes. As Krystal will be reunited with Fox and together they will leave my Hell.”
“You… you wouldn’t dare. You would cut your own legs off! Krystal’s soul is what you need to survive! You’ll fall to pieces yourself by the time Krystal can be lovey-dovey with that red fox!” exclaims Dagon trying get some sense in Délarbé’s head. Maybe he shouldn't have stomped so hard...
“Do not think of him as an idiot Dagon.” says Poisithen gently leaning on Délarbé's shoulder. “You see where it has brought you.”
“I think my plan’s through very carefully.” he adds rather carefree. “And with releasing Krystal… yes… I do cut myself pretty deep with that. But I believe this lil’ belly of yours is filled with millions of souls that keep you up and running am I right? So I’ll be using those. I’ll sap you dry and live on while doing so. And of course... Pfft!! How could I forget?”
He turns to his loved one Poisithen whose soft, velvet smooth hands he holds. “My dearest Erinyes. My torch, my fire and my inspiration. You will be free very soon. And then we can live together as I promised we would. And you would also get a competent husband. One who doesn't need to be nurtured like a baby.”
His praise leaves Poisithen with an intense blush on her as well as a faster beating heart. Every fiber screams out to kiss him, you fool! But she holds back, not willing to look so desperate in front of two mostly strangers. Resisting it is tough as nails but she does manage admit that she actually liked caring for her carcass.
“I don't mind helping my Darkness to get back on top. Not just because it has been my duty to listen to the moans of so many damned but because our love is unbreakable; you would care for me if I were in your condition. Sorry I couldn't give that a more passionate swing like you did...”
“It’s okay my blond-haired wonder. You are right. I of course would.”
While Délarbé and Poisithen are being intimate, Dagon is left with a confused and startled look on his face, not believing anything that has entered his ears. No matter how many times he lets the words run by him, he just can't a grip around it. Délarbé might indeed be angry that he was used as a floor mat but to chop down the whole foundation whereupon the plan stood is beyond insanity. It's just plain stupidity!
And then his plan to sap his power? He knows that is impossible! The power he has gathered over hundreds of years of wars and plagues is simply too much to extract anything from. Unless he himself wants to shed some souls, there is no way he will ever lose which he claimed.
But instead of questioning Délarbé, he just holds his tongue and looks away from the three. Seen as a sign of defeat and acceptance, the attention focuses again on Krystal. The blue vixen has been listening with much attention as for her the plan which spells out her escape is presented. She also couldn't help but appreciate the sight of the two demons in love praising one another, being humble about themselves and holding the other up high like a deity they do not deserve.
Memories of her and Fox having dates on Sauria fill up her mind. The scent of the green fields... The endless hills and mountains... The fascinating ruins... The flora and fauna... Solar in the background, half-way under the horizon coloring the skies yellow, orange and red. And next to her, sharing a picnic blanket with her, holding her hand as they watch day turn into the cloudless night sky filled with the most glittering and breathtaking stars... Fox McCloud. A tad juvenile in his appearance but underneath it rests a fearsome warrior and an experienced leader. And he has her to share the best date till the next one comes along.
These memories are however from long ago but they could become a reality once more. The love expressed by the demons has given Krystal hope for the future and subsequently reconciling with him. And as if Délarbé could read her mind, which he probably did the sneaky bastard, he turns his attention to her.
“Krystal!” he proclaims. “You must have many questions. Please do…” Suddenly his throat clogs up accompanied by a horrendous gagging noise and his condition worsens enormously. The fire on his finger dies and he nearly collapses, his cane being the savoir along with Poisithen's support. He swallows the clog down before exhaling and apologizing for this. “Excuse me... I think I need another portion of... Poisithen!”
“Right away my darkness.”
Happily she prints her lips against his as the regenerative process starts again, filling Délarbé with the energy to go forward again. This one too seems to with a passionate theme though it seems to be more focused on lust than romance. Délarbé imprisons the demoness within his arms and overtakes her completely. And Poisithen lets him do, leaning back and lifting up her knee so he can grab that. Once he's done, with regained energy, he finishes it up by spinning her around once like they were ending a dance with a flamboyant end.
“Ah yes! That is much better.” he bellows proudly, leaving Poisithen a bit dizzy while at the same time making her want more. “Oh yes, what I was saying. I would love it if you would accompany me while we walk to Fox together. Meanwhile, I will answer your many questions along the way. How does that sound?”
It sounds pretty good in Krystal's ears. She could use an escort and someone to talk to. Though she doesn't have that much questions, most are already answered by Poisithen and what has been unfolding before her, she could talk about the relationship between Délarbé and his Erinyes, which interests her a lot.
However when she wants to agree, something of a niggle suggests she has forgotten something. Or rather someone. One look up and Krystal's niggle is gone.
“I-is Dagon coming with us?” she asks more nervously than she intended. Dagon may be crucified but she knows very well what he has done to her. And that is still haunting.
“Certainly.” answers Poisithen. “You think we've been spitting on him this entire time? No no silly. That part lies just ahead.”
“You mean the door with the heart-lock?”
Poisithen frowns for a bit, having no idea what Krystal is talking about. But when it dawns to her that she's referring to the “pandam omnia ostia corde pur” lock, her expression turns a bit sour.
“Délarbé my dear... Why is that damned purity lock still on that door? I told you to switch with one of those אלף נשמות הארורות (elef n'shamot haarurot) locks? So no one could snap theirs fingers and reach the חדר הייסורים. (chadar yisuriym)”
“Baby, you know my Hebrew is terrible.” he sighs, knowing where this is going and not having the energy to cope with it. He tries to smother it by trying to give his demoness a hug from behind but she pushes him aside.
“Well maybe you should brush up on it.” she slates harshly with a frowned face.
“Are we really going to argue about that? In the state I am in?”
“Hmph... Fine! Just make sure it's done when Krystal is gone.”
For just a second, it’s quiet, only to have the silence disturbed by soft whimpering coming from the she-wolf. Her wings gently fold in and her hands are before her eyes, trying to cover up her sadness. A sudden switch in the tone, from her brash angriness to her vulnerable weak side. Knowing that she doesn’t like to be seen as that sort of someone, Délarbé approaches her and gives her the hug he intended to give earlier.
“Hey sweetheart. What is the matter?” he whispers in her left ear with a soothing and calming voice.
“I-I… I’m sorry Délarbé… I can feel the call. I have to go back fifteen minutes from now…” Poisithen weeps as she draws her love closer to her.
“It’s okay honey. I promise you that it will be the last time you go. And maybe you don’t even have to go. Let’s just rid ourselves of the excessive weight resting upon our shoulders first, okay?”
She nods in agreement, though still a bit shaken. She frees herself from his reassuring grasp and turns to him with a soft smile and ashamed blush, looking down at his feet only to look up on occasion. “Okay… thank you for putting up with my… my angst you know. I-I… I hate being a slave. Especially when doing such demeaning work… and then you came along and…”
“Shh shh shh!” he silences, putting his burning index finger on her lips. Nothing of her skin close to it melts or is scorched in anyway. Her lips remains perfectly fine as well. He then lifts up her chin and looks deep into her tearful eyes. “Poisithen. I made you a promise. And I don’t break my promise. I haven’t broken one I made, not even to Krystal. The hope I gave you is not false and will never be false so long as I have my eyes on you.”
“Dé…”
Both stare longingly at each other, not saying a word. Minutes pass by, which only feel like a blink of an eye for the duo. As for them, this moment couldn’t last long enough. They truly love and trust each other. They barely even move, only doing so when they feel like caressing the other. Wiping some of her blond hairs away in front of her face while also gently stroking her warm, flushed cheek. Her fingers and nails run across his back, playfully, with no intention to inflict bodily harm. She saves that for a moment more… private.
“Uhm… excuse me?” says Krystal after waiting for the two to stop holding one another on their own accord but she has become a little impatient and wants to move on. “I don’t like ruining romantic moments but this is not the time or the place for that.”
Délarbé is a little jumped by Krystal, being drowned inside of Poisithen’s golden eyes for the moment. And resurfacing takes some time. “Oh yes… of course it isn’t. My apologies Krystal. Shall we?”
“Yeah. We shall.”
Now on to the story. It isn't your standard story as it deals with controversial subjects. There is satanism, death, demons, bodily decay, treason, humiliation and love. If you still want to read it, go ahead. Don't say I didn't warn you~
( R )Act 7: איחוד דמוני
The feeling of something cold on her private parts and her naked breasts makes the blue vixen wake up. Slowly her empty yet still colorful turquoise eyes open up to witness upon the deceiving beauty Poisithen while she's fitting one of her outfits on her while Krystal is sitting on a rock with the red haze inside the circular room still forming the background. It seems to fit perfectly and when it's all in place it does feel rather comfortable and less like wearing metal plates coincidentally shaped like a bra and a loincloth. The insides of the bra feels silky and sits very relaxed around both breasts. And the loincloth actually has a slip behind the cloth which feels more like a second skin rather than something made from fabric.
Krystal herself isn't feeling that bad either. She feels refreshed, albeit with slightly moist and sticky undertone. Like recently chewed on gum got stuck on her and is only now removed, making it feel all yucky. The wet spots sit around her neck, in between her cleavage and in between her legs, close to her inner thighs. As for the rest, Poisithen kept her promise. She did clean her up and yes, she does feel a lot better in a new outfit. Though gold isn't really her taste. She's more of a bronze or copper kind of girl but this isn't half-bad.
Once Poisithen is done, she takes a step back to admire the blue vixen and see if the outfit really suits her. And she isn't in the slightest disappointed. With her hands on her knees, she bends over and faces Krystal with that sweet smile of hers.
“You look extremely sexy Krystal. You know that? I wouldn't mind taking a bite of your good-looking body. And certainly after having cleaned...” She bites her lower lip excited, utters a soft moan before she turns around. “Let's just say that you taste quite pleasant when you are afraid and desperate. But you shouldn't worry about how I know all that because it's all over for you. And by that I mean that you can get what you came here for.”
“W-what I came here for?”
Poisithen grumbles and sighs, feeling a little underappreciated by the blue vixen. Not counting she just woke up from a sleep only after being viciously raped by a demon. “Your one true love? Don't tell me I saved you from Dagon for nothing please.”
“No that's not it... I was just a little disillusioned by your kindness. I thought you were gonna... you know. Take over Dagon's role and torment me your own way.”
Understanding where Krystal is coming from, Poisithen looks behind her and gestures Krystal to come with her. “Walk with me. I'll tell you all about what is going to happen from here on out.”
As the she-wolf walks ahead with spread out wings like the feathers on a proud peacock. Krystal follows her a little bit wonky. The shoes she has been given have the thinnest fitting and the most uncomfortable high-heels ever conceived by anyone. How Poisithen can walk on those without any issues and still being able to rock her hips from side to side and not falling over is beyond her. But after some missteps, Krystal is able to keep up adequately.
“Before I start my monologue...” begins Poisithen quite curious. “... are there any questions you like me to answer first?”
Krystal certainly has a few of those and she's rather glad she can ask them now. And given the way she gotten to know Poisithen, the blond haired seductress doesn't stick to one subject for very long. And she exactly can identify with that. She fires her questions in quick succession at Poisithen and she replies to them accordingly. Both remain objectively throughout the exchange to allow for as much words to be said without emotions getting in the way too much.
“Why did you help me?”
“Simple. You looked like you needed help.”
“Why me?”
“Cause you are the oddity in this realm. And I am aware of the big plan. Your soul and everything.”
“How do you know about that then?”
“I was in the same room as the big man himself when I came up with it.”
“Okay. Clear. Now... what are you and what's your part in the big plan?”
“I am a fury, an Erinyes. Some say that I am a succubus but I prefer to be seen as a fury. A succubus is too much of a whore. As for my part in the big plan, I'm the receiving one.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that I am the one who is supposed to receive your soul. As a fury, my duties is to guard some sort of gate and hear upon the moans of the damned. Which is really damn boring you know. So I need to escape from that as much as I can. Something which is only possible one hour each of your Cornerian days. And once I had your soul, I would be free to roam on my own.”
“And what about Dagon? What is his part in all this?”
Poisithen fusses when she hears that name. “Don't you worry about him any longer. He was nothing than a miscalculation in the plan. An unstable factor so to say as evidenced by him raping you.”
“And where is he now?”
“He's close but he can no longer hurt you or get in my way. He's immobilized for the moment until I know what to do with him. Now, was that your barrage of questions? Did I paint the picture well enough?”
Krystal nods in agreement, having a much clearer picture now. Délarbé wanted Krystal's soul to free Poisithen from her boring existence as a fury and when he wasn't capable of that, he send Dagon to do it for him. However, Dagon became an unstable factor as Poisithen said and deviated from the plan to pursue his own plan.
“Yes you did. Thank you.” answers Krystal honest and thankful for some reason and logic in this twisted realm she's in. “You can gimme your monologue now.”
Suddenly Poisithen laughs. “Did I really say monologue? Oh forgive me dear Krystal for I got confuzzled. It isn't too complicated. It’s not like we are here to explain every aspect of every detail here are we? Oh please Satan no! I heard about a movie like that and only imagining it makes me shiver.”
Poisithen leads Krystal to the other end of the circular room, which was on her left when she came in here at first. Hiding behind the haze was something bearing resemblance to a door knob. However the textures written on it suggest something completely different. As they come closer to it, Poisithen stops to let Krystal get up to her. Once she stands next to her, able to see that the textures on the knob are scribbled all over the walls as well, Poisithen turns to her and tells her exactly what is going to happen in just two simple sentences. She does so a bit dramatic, holding both Krystal’s hands like she did before but now to tell her some good news.
“This is what we are going to do Krystal, We are gonna pay our big friend Dagon a visit to spit on his carcass and after that I'll bring you to your true love; Fox.”
The mentioning of his name lights a spark in Krystal's heart. Is she really going to be reunited with that red-furred vulpine of hers? Her hero of Lylat? What is she going to say to him? What is she going to do first? And how will his response be? Thoughts of the various outcomes dart unguided through a mind which for the first time in what seemed like centuries is being very positive. Enlightened her eyes become and a frown turns into a hopeful smile akin to Poisithen's. A vixen back in her former glory, standing as proud as the Cerinian princess she always has been. And this transformation doesn't go unnoticed by Poisithen.
“Looks like I struck the right accord with telling you about Fox not?” A giggle follows with a slightly flushed face to boot. “If you were to mention the name of my Prince... Ooooh dear! I think I would melt!”
Poisithen fans herself with her own hand to cool herself down and to contain her excitement. Seeing how heated the winged she-wolf gets over just thinking about her loved one, makes Krystal think of the impossible man. Some hunk with a huge pack of muscles, blocky face, a cleft chin and a majestic pack of black hair is something that instantly comes to mind given Krystal’s limited knowledge on what blond bimbo’s seem to like.
TV is good for something I guess. “You have a Prince Charming as well?” asks Krystal curious, unsatisfied with the fairly stereotypical image in her head.
“Oh yes Krystal I do! I cannot lie about him. He’s such a mighty man. He may not look like much at the moment but don’t you dare underestimate him.”
This gets Krystal even more curious, like she’s talking to a friend. It reminds her mostly of that yellow-furred girl Estelle, the treacherous bitch that went ahead and just nicked Panther away right in front of her. But since Poisithen is certainly not Estelle, Krystal is far more comfortable with it.
“Can you describe him then for me?” Krystal continues.
“No. That would ruin the surprise wouldn’t it?” she says with a wide grin as she places the palm of her hand over the knob and presses it. A rumble follows which shaking the whole room for maybe a split-second and after that nothing seems to happen. At least that is what Krystal thinks before she can hear sputtering and cursing above her. When she looks at the direction from where it comes, she is startled to see that it’s Dagon trying to escape from being crucified on an inverted cross. He’s held in place by multiple golden rings around his neck, wrists and ankles so at least there is nothing of bloodshed which is frankly good news for Krystal. She has the nauseous feeling that if she were to ever see another drop of blood again, she would feel like puking. Krystal’s expectations are even further diminished when it seems that Dagon doesn’t even notice her, instead having his entire focus on Poisithen.
“Poisithen how can you do this!?” he barks at her accusatory. “I know we aren’t always on the same train of thought… but I never thought you would betray me. Let alone your glorious to-be king.”
A twitch appears in Poisithen’s left eye as suddenly her demonic nature emerges from the shell of the blond haired she-wolf she was to Krystal at first. With an almost fire breathing anger, she screams “Leave my husband out of this!” as it seems that pure steam is spouting out of her nostrils followed by some embers. She’s truly seething and her stance gives away that she might wanna ascend with one flap of her wings and give Dagon some of her fury. But she can hold her own and takes a step back. The twitch is still not gone however.
Dagon certainly sees the withheld violent outburst and is actually praising Poisithen for her reticence. But he has his own pride and is not willing to swallow that just because the she-wolf is enraged with him. “He is not your husband yet. And if it’s up to me he will never be.” states Dagon venomous.
“That is not for you to decide. You are supposed to be on your knees and loyal to him. Instead, you are doing your own thing and shagging every girl you come across to satisfy your own needs. You were supposed to rip her soul out and that would be the end of it!” shouts Poisithen at him while pointing at an uncomfortable feeling Krystal. Whereupon the demoness looks behind her and ads “No offense to you Krystal but you know that it was the plan.”
“Yeah I know. But it’s still harsh to hear.”
“It’s okay Krystal. This is the last time I’ll fall out like that using your name.” assures Poisithen friendly before she turns to Dagon again. Almost instantly she transforms back into that more furious pose. “Because this little lamb is going to the slaughter for disobedience.” she declares with a hissing voice.
Dagon can only roll his eyes around. “As I said before you deaf moron, I was going to get it. But I came to terms with Délarbé and he was fine with me doing my thing.”
“Is coming to terms with me…” A hoarse male voice with a dark, raspy undertone comes from behind both ladies followed by a long and heavy inhale equal to someone with a collapsed lung and a very bad smoking habit. After that, a faint tap of something iron is heard followed by the tap of something wooden. A cane of some sort is expected. Someone has entered the room and is not feeling all too well judging by the high-pitched whistle passing for an exhale. The person then continues to speak to Dagon only.
“… Is it standing on top of my head…?” Another asthmatic inhale is heard before the person is coming closer. He speaks in short sentences followed by a mighty huff after every constituent “…pushing my own teeth into my… gums and humiliate me by… treating me like material for a t-trophy shot!”
With the exclamation on the end of his sentence, a groan is heard before the man collapses to his knees. The haze pulls away from where the man is with one flick of Poisithen’s wings and reveals it to be no one other than Délarbé himself, clenching on to a walking stick indeed constructed out of wood. But judging by the adornment, he has had this cane for a longer time.
However, the demon of old isn’t so impressive looking anymore. The darker grey tone that was his fur has been drained, replaced by a deadly pale with only some accents of grey. His skin is thin and crusty like papyrus paper, suggesting severe dehydration and exhaustion. The symbols he so proudly wore have been reduced to smutches composed of ash and coal. His veins are visible; every single one of them boil and bubble which creates a freaky sight. The flame on his index finger is nothing but a burnt-out campfire, only slightly sizzling once a small breeze blows by. The red snake with the horizontal opening mouth has its teeth no longer set in Délarbé’s neck, instead just hanging loosely and being close to death. A carcass walking, disgusting, rotting and somehow still standing up.
Though Krystal seems appalled by his presence for multiple reasons, she can see Poisithen gasp with horror and worry. Like a speeding bullet she sprints towards Délarbé and helps him back on his feet. The she-wolf shows her strength and care once more as she pulls him up with ease while at the same time dusting him off and taking a look for possible wounds.
“What are you doing here silly?” asks Poisithen with a lot of cream-coating around it. “You were supposed to save your powers and stay seated until I had sorted this all out. Remember?”
Délarbé just fusses like stubborn teenager and grudgingly admits that Poisithen is right. “I know that. But I couldn’t just leave you. You know I’m addicted to you.” he says with a smooth delivery as he leans in to kiss Poisithen only to lose his balance and fall into Poisithen’s catching arms who saw this coming.
“Take it easy my dear King!” she exclaims startled before setting him upright again. “Gosh… you could have hurt yourself real bad with that action.”
While Délarbé gets a good laugh out of that, simply because he knows that she wanted a kiss from him, Poisithen swings his right arm around the back of her neck and walks him towards Krystal and Dagon. Despite his laughter and dubiously positive attitude, it seems that he has pain in his legs or feet since he limps on, mostly supporting on the cane and the demoness.
Once they are there, Délarbé greets Krystal nicely and stands on his own feet again. It then reaches Krystal that Délarbé and Poisithen have a relationship. “Wait… your future husband and king is Délarbé!?”
Poisithen thinks it’s odd that Krystal didn’t come to that conclusion a lot earlier. “But of course. How could I possibly resist such incarnated evil and desperation?” She starts stroking Délarbé forehead and muzzle which he seems to enjoy a lot, murring contently. “No. It was impossible to ignore his attraction. And he caught me before I had any notion he actually caught me.”
“Oh stop it Poisithen. You are gonna make me blush! And you know that hurts in my condition.”
“My apologies. Here, let me kiss the pain away.”
Poisithen carefully holds Délarbé's head with both her hands and brings it closer to her. The lips of the both meet halfway as their eyes close. And he seems to be a pretty good kisser, judging by Poisithen's thick blush, muffled moaning, her tail swaying from side to sidside, her wings fluttering excitedly, the lovingly stroking of his back, her urge to come as close to him as she can and her lifting her lower leg in the air behind her. The kiss turns even more passionate when they start to go French on each other, eagerly exploring the insides of each other’s mouths. They completely forget their sense of time as they go up in the mutual love expressed by their kissing.
There is another big positive to them smooching; Délarbé seems to be getting better because of it! When things got more heated up, the flame on his index instantly ignited and burned intensely like it never did before. Some of his trademark grey color returns to him and his skin seems less made out of an ancient form of paper but instead some real and smooth skin.
After half-a-minute of sexy tongue wrestling, both realize they can't stay going like this, even if they wanted to. Business in need of finishing calls. Grudgingly their lips separate from one other as a small trace of saliva is the only evidence of them ever having kissed at all. Their eyes sparkle, suggesting they could fall back into each other’s love weren't it for the blue vixen and a traitor hanging on a cross.
“So my Prince of Darkness. How was your princess?” asks Poisithen curious as she holds her arms behind her back rather nervous and submissively. “Did I recharge you well enough?”
“Yes… I feel much better. Thank you.” speaks a much deeper and healthier voice coming from the same mouth which couldn't even produce low tones even if it tried. It makes Poisithen blush even more and even coo a little bit.
“A-anytime my darkness.” she says warmly to him along with a fiery wink, promising a happy end when nightfall comes. It gives Délarbé a big ol' smile on his face as he turns to Dagon to whom he has some harsh words to exchange with.
“Now… for the turd in the trifle…” He starts pacing around while talking to him to presumably keep the blood running. Despite the boost he got from Poisithen, he still seems sickly as he still speaks with pauses in between. And Poisithen wasn't the only one disturbed by his awful state of being; so was Dagon. He was the first person who looked straight into the eyes of the carcass. Being the closest thing to a friend as Délarbé could ever get, Dagon is quite worried about his condition. Even if he indeed did give him a stomp on the head, he never wished him this sort of agony. With astonished and slightly regretful eyes he looks at him as starts saying what he has to say.
“… We have… Dagon! The only person I… regarded to be as close to me as brother! But who in the end... did more harm than good for me when he... He defied my orders to in no way hurt her! Remember what that one note said?”
Délarbé leans in closer to hear what Dagon has to say. Murmuring, he does supply the right answer but it isn't very satisfying. He has to say it harder, so that all those present can hear it. He does however say something unexpected; that he's sorry for his condition. That he never wanted this to happen.
Fussing, he pulls away and shakes his head. “Sorry... but I'm afraid that not everyone can hear your whispering. Please say it louder! Louder!”
“Guide her and don’t hurt her unless she’s asking for it!” Dagon bellows without giving the apology he gave before.
“And she wasn’t asking to be raped… was she?” inquires Délarbé to which Dagon holds his mouth shut. It makes the carcass, whose health seems to be degrading at an exponential rate, sigh and hang his head in sadness. “Dagon... I’m afraid I have no use for you anymore. You were a... and don't get me wrong here... You were... a great, no!” he exclaims suddenly with a raised finger. “The very fucking best caretaker and partner to my cause... I could have wished for!”
With spread arms and a malicious grin on his face he walks back to Dagon and looks him straight into the eye. “But before I leave you with the satisfaction of getting away unharmed, let me tell you this. This place. Which you called home?” A chuckle escapes him like a hiccup as he continues on very sinister. “It will become your nightmare. You will be the witness to your plan and intention fall... to pieces before your eyes. As Krystal will be reunited with Fox and together they will leave my Hell.”
“You… you wouldn’t dare. You would cut your own legs off! Krystal’s soul is what you need to survive! You’ll fall to pieces yourself by the time Krystal can be lovey-dovey with that red fox!” exclaims Dagon trying get some sense in Délarbé’s head. Maybe he shouldn't have stomped so hard...
“Do not think of him as an idiot Dagon.” says Poisithen gently leaning on Délarbé's shoulder. “You see where it has brought you.”
“I think my plan’s through very carefully.” he adds rather carefree. “And with releasing Krystal… yes… I do cut myself pretty deep with that. But I believe this lil’ belly of yours is filled with millions of souls that keep you up and running am I right? So I’ll be using those. I’ll sap you dry and live on while doing so. And of course... Pfft!! How could I forget?”
He turns to his loved one Poisithen whose soft, velvet smooth hands he holds. “My dearest Erinyes. My torch, my fire and my inspiration. You will be free very soon. And then we can live together as I promised we would. And you would also get a competent husband. One who doesn't need to be nurtured like a baby.”
His praise leaves Poisithen with an intense blush on her as well as a faster beating heart. Every fiber screams out to kiss him, you fool! But she holds back, not willing to look so desperate in front of two mostly strangers. Resisting it is tough as nails but she does manage admit that she actually liked caring for her carcass.
“I don't mind helping my Darkness to get back on top. Not just because it has been my duty to listen to the moans of so many damned but because our love is unbreakable; you would care for me if I were in your condition. Sorry I couldn't give that a more passionate swing like you did...”
“It’s okay my blond-haired wonder. You are right. I of course would.”
While Délarbé and Poisithen are being intimate, Dagon is left with a confused and startled look on his face, not believing anything that has entered his ears. No matter how many times he lets the words run by him, he just can't a grip around it. Délarbé might indeed be angry that he was used as a floor mat but to chop down the whole foundation whereupon the plan stood is beyond insanity. It's just plain stupidity!
And then his plan to sap his power? He knows that is impossible! The power he has gathered over hundreds of years of wars and plagues is simply too much to extract anything from. Unless he himself wants to shed some souls, there is no way he will ever lose which he claimed.
But instead of questioning Délarbé, he just holds his tongue and looks away from the three. Seen as a sign of defeat and acceptance, the attention focuses again on Krystal. The blue vixen has been listening with much attention as for her the plan which spells out her escape is presented. She also couldn't help but appreciate the sight of the two demons in love praising one another, being humble about themselves and holding the other up high like a deity they do not deserve.
Memories of her and Fox having dates on Sauria fill up her mind. The scent of the green fields... The endless hills and mountains... The fascinating ruins... The flora and fauna... Solar in the background, half-way under the horizon coloring the skies yellow, orange and red. And next to her, sharing a picnic blanket with her, holding her hand as they watch day turn into the cloudless night sky filled with the most glittering and breathtaking stars... Fox McCloud. A tad juvenile in his appearance but underneath it rests a fearsome warrior and an experienced leader. And he has her to share the best date till the next one comes along.
These memories are however from long ago but they could become a reality once more. The love expressed by the demons has given Krystal hope for the future and subsequently reconciling with him. And as if Délarbé could read her mind, which he probably did the sneaky bastard, he turns his attention to her.
“Krystal!” he proclaims. “You must have many questions. Please do…” Suddenly his throat clogs up accompanied by a horrendous gagging noise and his condition worsens enormously. The fire on his finger dies and he nearly collapses, his cane being the savoir along with Poisithen's support. He swallows the clog down before exhaling and apologizing for this. “Excuse me... I think I need another portion of... Poisithen!”
“Right away my darkness.”
Happily she prints her lips against his as the regenerative process starts again, filling Délarbé with the energy to go forward again. This one too seems to with a passionate theme though it seems to be more focused on lust than romance. Délarbé imprisons the demoness within his arms and overtakes her completely. And Poisithen lets him do, leaning back and lifting up her knee so he can grab that. Once he's done, with regained energy, he finishes it up by spinning her around once like they were ending a dance with a flamboyant end.
“Ah yes! That is much better.” he bellows proudly, leaving Poisithen a bit dizzy while at the same time making her want more. “Oh yes, what I was saying. I would love it if you would accompany me while we walk to Fox together. Meanwhile, I will answer your many questions along the way. How does that sound?”
It sounds pretty good in Krystal's ears. She could use an escort and someone to talk to. Though she doesn't have that much questions, most are already answered by Poisithen and what has been unfolding before her, she could talk about the relationship between Délarbé and his Erinyes, which interests her a lot.
However when she wants to agree, something of a niggle suggests she has forgotten something. Or rather someone. One look up and Krystal's niggle is gone.
“I-is Dagon coming with us?” she asks more nervously than she intended. Dagon may be crucified but she knows very well what he has done to her. And that is still haunting.
“Certainly.” answers Poisithen. “You think we've been spitting on him this entire time? No no silly. That part lies just ahead.”
“You mean the door with the heart-lock?”
Poisithen frowns for a bit, having no idea what Krystal is talking about. But when it dawns to her that she's referring to the “pandam omnia ostia corde pur” lock, her expression turns a bit sour.
“Délarbé my dear... Why is that damned purity lock still on that door? I told you to switch with one of those אלף נשמות הארורות (elef n'shamot haarurot) locks? So no one could snap theirs fingers and reach the חדר הייסורים. (chadar yisuriym)”
“Baby, you know my Hebrew is terrible.” he sighs, knowing where this is going and not having the energy to cope with it. He tries to smother it by trying to give his demoness a hug from behind but she pushes him aside.
“Well maybe you should brush up on it.” she slates harshly with a frowned face.
“Are we really going to argue about that? In the state I am in?”
“Hmph... Fine! Just make sure it's done when Krystal is gone.”
For just a second, it’s quiet, only to have the silence disturbed by soft whimpering coming from the she-wolf. Her wings gently fold in and her hands are before her eyes, trying to cover up her sadness. A sudden switch in the tone, from her brash angriness to her vulnerable weak side. Knowing that she doesn’t like to be seen as that sort of someone, Délarbé approaches her and gives her the hug he intended to give earlier.
“Hey sweetheart. What is the matter?” he whispers in her left ear with a soothing and calming voice.
“I-I… I’m sorry Délarbé… I can feel the call. I have to go back fifteen minutes from now…” Poisithen weeps as she draws her love closer to her.
“It’s okay honey. I promise you that it will be the last time you go. And maybe you don’t even have to go. Let’s just rid ourselves of the excessive weight resting upon our shoulders first, okay?”
She nods in agreement, though still a bit shaken. She frees herself from his reassuring grasp and turns to him with a soft smile and ashamed blush, looking down at his feet only to look up on occasion. “Okay… thank you for putting up with my… my angst you know. I-I… I hate being a slave. Especially when doing such demeaning work… and then you came along and…”
“Shh shh shh!” he silences, putting his burning index finger on her lips. Nothing of her skin close to it melts or is scorched in anyway. Her lips remains perfectly fine as well. He then lifts up her chin and looks deep into her tearful eyes. “Poisithen. I made you a promise. And I don’t break my promise. I haven’t broken one I made, not even to Krystal. The hope I gave you is not false and will never be false so long as I have my eyes on you.”
“Dé…”
Both stare longingly at each other, not saying a word. Minutes pass by, which only feel like a blink of an eye for the duo. As for them, this moment couldn’t last long enough. They truly love and trust each other. They barely even move, only doing so when they feel like caressing the other. Wiping some of her blond hairs away in front of her face while also gently stroking her warm, flushed cheek. Her fingers and nails run across his back, playfully, with no intention to inflict bodily harm. She saves that for a moment more… private.
“Uhm… excuse me?” says Krystal after waiting for the two to stop holding one another on their own accord but she has become a little impatient and wants to move on. “I don’t like ruining romantic moments but this is not the time or the place for that.”
Délarbé is a little jumped by Krystal, being drowned inside of Poisithen’s golden eyes for the moment. And resurfacing takes some time. “Oh yes… of course it isn’t. My apologies Krystal. Shall we?”
“Yeah. We shall.”
Rollercoaster of emotions [STORY CHAPTER]
Posted 10 years agoSome of you have probably read this one already but I figured I might post it as a journal entry so that some who missed it can read it anyway. I need you guys to read it and enjoy of course! And if you come across any mistakes and such, please let me know. Thank you!!
Now on to the story. It isn't your standard story as it deals with controversial subjects. There is satanism, dead, demons, bodily decay, female submissiveness (for the femini-nazis out there), humiliation and a rape scene where things go into the details with the intention of impregnating the victim. If you still want to read it, go ahead. Don't say I didn't warn you~
( R )Act 6: Rollercoaster of emotions
A loud bang and then nothing else she can hear. Her eyes are wide open from the shock, staring straight ahead. Oddly enough she can still perceive but nothing registers inside her grey mass. Perhaps because it now has a bullet in it. Deaf as an adder, she falls to the ground. With a thud she can’t hear and with pain she can’t feel, her numb body hits the stone on its left side. Krystal has some unpleasant looking last spasms to experience before death really kicks in. A beheaded chicken would be jealous at her persistency.
But persistency has nothing to do with it; she isn’t dead. It was just adrenaline rushing through her body that made her spasm. After only seconds, her deafness slowly disappears. Albeit in only one ear but it’s better than nothing. She knows this because she can hear someone close to her mumble while pacing to and fro.
Since that person is seemingly too occupied to help her out, she starts to move her eyes around her eye sockets behind closed lids to check if everything is still okay with her. Blurry vision isn’t nothing new to her but she would be delighted if it would sod off for a long time. Despite that everything is at least working. That is not what she can say about the rest of her body.
She must be in a severe shock to have her body not respond to anything. Her muscles don’t do as they are told. Once more trapped in a skin she can’t control yet should be able to. It’s infuriating to her, almost making her wish that whoever did this to her would have finished the job.
Her memories have gone a little bit of a reorganization so to say. Krystal might just have the same scrambled eggs for a brain she accused Sciltch of having the whole time.
Sciltch! That was him! He pointed the gun at my head! she realizes. That bastard betrayed me and tried to kill me as well... I will never forgive him for this! Maybe a second tongue-cutting session will get him back on track!
Impure thoughts going back to her phase as the Tyrant of Cerinia. Provoked by betrayal and fueled by a willpower that is unmatched by even the bravest heroes. They would have pissed their pants at this point in time but Krystal has been stumbling on. This might be the only few times that stubbornness deserves a reward.
“Alright! I’m doing this.” she hears Sciltch’s voice encourage himself after she connects the dots, figuring that it was her former servant that was mumbling. He always needed an extra slap on the bum or verbal support to do something. Therefore it is nothing new to Krystal but as she hears the sound of a knife being drawn from one’s belt she starts to get concerned.
Sciltch stomps towards her, clenching the knife in his fist. Bloodlust and persistence are burning in his eyes like sparkling stars in the night sky. His raised lips reveal his bare, crystal-white fangs clamped shut onto each other. With the dense atmosphere and dusty red lightening, it looks like the approaching maw of a hideous monster straight out of a horror movie.
Krystal is unable to defend herself as she helplessly watches how Sciltch’s shadow is now standing over her with the knife in his fist. Without any pause, Sciltch grabs a hold of Krystal’s shoulder and pulls her onto her back. With the blade held up high and ready to stab her where it kills her the fastest, time is up for the blue vixen. Not before the cuckoo has chimed however.
A sharp whistle, followed by the sound one makes to chase an annoying cat out of the backyard attracts Sciltch’s attention; negatively. It degenerating for someone of royal blood to be called out like that. And whoever it was, he or she will know what mistake was made. It’s a lifesaver for Krystal as she can exhale and live for maybe another few minutes or so. Sciltch walks towards where the sound came from but a black haze has appeared out of nowhere. It confuses and infuriates him and hearing that relieved sigh makes him even more pissed. With a steaming expression on his face, he looks back at Krystal.
“You are going to be next!” he shouts before stomping of into the distance looking for the impudent dirt bag that dared to degenerate him. His free hand moves towards his gun that he didn’t use to finish Krystal off because it’s too impersonal. And when someone he hates must die by his hand, it better by very personal.
In the position Krystal is in, she can see Sciltch disappear into the black haze. Why it is here is no concern to her. If anything, she is thankful for it suddenly appearing. It saved her life and that of whoever whistled and drew Sciltch’s attention. Strangely enough though, she could hear a certain melody in the sharp whistle. A melody she recognizes but she’s unable to place it anywhere.
Then, shots are fired from inside the black haze. The echo that lingers makes it sounds like thunder strikes with each fired shot. At first, there is just one that is being fired. A small spot of orange, yellow and red, the colors of fire signal the discharging of the gunpowder in the bullet. Where it lands is anyone’s guess at this point. It falls silent after that before three more shots are fired in quick succession after one another. After that, she can distinctly hear a whimper.
Did someone get shot?
She secretly hopes that Sciltch isn’t hurt. She might have death wishes against him at this moment but they would mean nothing if someone does it. Besides, if her anger would subside, she would still have her former servant. In other words, more possibility to break him out of the illusion he lives in.
To her relief, she sees Sciltch emerge from the haze. But in no way victorious or prominent with pride. Something she would expect from the way he entered the haze. Instead, his back is the first thing to come from the haze. He stands cringed with an arched back and walks backwards. Holding the gun with shivering fingers, each covered in a coating of freshly spilled blood. He pulls the trigger again, the recoil sending a shock through his body. Still, it doesn’t satisfy him as no sigh of relief has struck him. Instead, he proceeds to pull the trigger again.
CLICK!
That is not the sound Sciltch wanted to hear. A loud bang, the discharging of another bullet would be much more satisfactory. Even if it didn’t kill whatever he was firing at. The clicking noise makes him shiver even more. So severe, that he nearly drops the gun on the floor. He can hold his grip around the gun at the very last second. However, seeing how it’s useless being empty, Sciltch sees no other way than to throw it at the approaching danger.
He misses; the iron from which the gun is constructed hits the floor. Unarmed and frightened to the very core, Sciltch is now at the mercy of whatever emerges from the haze. And what comes forth, is someone Krystal never wanted to meet again.
The fog disappears by a gust of wind the moment he as much exhales. His head is bowed down slightly, perhaps looking over the bullet holes in his chest. They bleed only a little bit and insides is nothing but darkness. Pitch black. He has an angry demeanor around him so strong, it almost seems to materialize into a swarm of flies around his head. That is how it looks like at least. Around his feet, his shadow seems to be mutilating into a concoction of tentacles. It’s none other than Dagon. The bringer of most of Krystal’s misery in this place so far. A pair of unbelieving vixen eyes stare upon him approaching Sciltch, while having his gun aimed for the wolf’s head.
“W-who are you?” asks Sciltch while at the same time looking behind him to see how much room he has left to stumble back before he has his back against the wall. “I-I am not looking for trouble. I was just... angry you know?”
But Dagon isn’t taking any excuses right now. This is how he deals with so-called angry people that take their anger out on him. “Silence your pathetic excuses! You shot me. That is reason enough to have you put down here and now.”
At that moment however, just a mere second before his finger pulls the trigger, he notices Krystal on her back on the floor. His eyes drift off towards her, to make sure that it’s really her and not some random blue vixen that happened to be here. But it’s Krystal for sure. No one he knows is wearing something that tight and made of latex. Ripped, wounded and dirty-looking. A walking pile of garbage, constructed from broken dreams and beaten emotions. Only held from collapsing by sheer stubbornness and an unhealthy dose of talking bravery into herself. This is how he left her behind and finding out that she’s looking slightly worse is something that makes him pretty happy.
“Wouldn’t you look at that?” he says to Sciltch as he nods to Krystal. The gun is lowered for a while, making Sciltch feel a little bit less anxious about receiving a bullet where it might extinguish his light. Not coming to him that he threw the gun away because he found out it was empty.
“I had lost track of this. And you lead me right to her.”
The usage of the word “this” to describe Krystal makes the vixen in question growl a little bit, just quiet enough so that Dagon doesn’t have to hear it. However, the word also receives a positive reaction coming from Sciltch in the form of a nervous chuckle. Sciltch has never seen Krystal has a real person, just a walking husk that has lead him to where he needs to be. The fact that Dagon acknowledges that makes Sciltch feels a bit more secure.
“I suppose it was meant to be." he then concludes. "Welcome back Krystal. I'm glad to have you back. You." He pauses for a moment to lean in towards Krystal, to look her deep in the eyes. To make sure that she knows he has plans for her. "I'll make sure... You will know suffering like none other could ever inflict you. Délarbé's plan will be altered from now on. It's mine now. And before you get the pleasure of dying... well, I suppose I have to wait and see your reaction."
He stands up and turns to Sciltch, who's still shivering somewhat. Pointing at the bullet holes, that are slowly closing down in what look like a liquid boiling with the color of one's skin, he asks whether he's sorry about it. Of course Sciltch isn't sorry about it. His intention was to kill Dagon. Pop a few caps in him and leave his body behind. He isn't going to apologize to someone he regards less worthy of living than a worm. But driven into a situation in which his life is on the line, he has to set his pride aside. Humbly, he bows his head and mumbles an apology.
Dagon hears enough of it to take it into consideration. Not taking a lot of time for it as he has set up a schedule already. In a few moments, he will make sure it was Sciltch's last excuse. From simply hanging beside him to being aimed at Sciltch's upper body goes in a flash. Dagon's latest is about to made and Krystal is the helpless witness. The wolf has just enough time to look up and see the blackness of the gun barrel's insides before a bullet lodges itself in his sternum. Sciltch grunts and groans, struggling to keep himself standing up while covering the freshly made wound with his hand to stop the bleeding. But the shot proves lethal in a matter of seconds. In the midst of Sciltch's struggle to stay balanced, his life slips away. The dead body falls its knees under the satisfied watchful eye of Dagon.
"Next time, check if your weapon hasn't jammed instead of deeming it to be empty you superficial fool." With a grin and snigger, he kicks him down to the ground. The demon stares at the corpse for a while to make sure he's actually dead before realizing he's still holding the gun.
"Ugh... mortal weapon." he fusses disgusted, tossing the gun away like it's boiling hot. He looks over his arm to see if this filthy weapon left any traces but other than a bit of blood that spattered on the fur, nothing horrible stands out. "Hm. Good. I'd hate to perform a skin-fur transplant at this hour. I have other things to do."
He turns himself to Krystal, whom has been paralyzed since the gunshot. Her body is trembling and her eyes are wide open. Full of disbelief, silently praying that this is the most complicated nightmare in history, she sees Dagon come closer. An awful grin graces his face and the environment make his attire look a notch more intimidating. And the closer he comes, the more desperate Krystal becomes. Collecting whatever strength she possesses, she tries to stand up and run away. But her attempt falls flat as her body doesn't cooperate. Most limbs still feel numb and moving them is impossible. At this point, Dagon is already standing above her, slightly bend over to emphasize him looking down on her. Not even one second goes by before she is grabbed by her shoulders, lifted up into the air and flung across the room. Krystal lands flat on her chest but she feels little of it.
Whimpering and groaning in a rising fit of panic, she tries again to crawl away. In vain as Dagon catches up with her and grabs the vixen's blue hair. She screams out loud as he drags her over the floor towards the nearest wall. He pushes Krystal against it and holds her wrists together and behind her back with just his left hand. He doesn't stop there though as he presses his belly against the arms on her back--allowing his hand to be free again--and his lower half against her backside. There Krystal feels something hard in between her buttocks.
"Is that...?"
Before she can finish her sentence, Dagon pushes the right side of her face against the wall to silence her. The jagged rocks make it very uncomfortable as it pokes and pricks against her skull and her cheeks. She tries to squirm her way out of it but Dagon’s hand covers the entire back of her head. She hisses and curses at him, uttering the vilest words she knows off. But her aggressor is not at all impressed by it.
He brings his face closer to her, getting more inappropriate and creepy. He then closes his eyes and starts to sniff on the vixen’s hair while also placing his left hand on her inner thigh. Krystal petrifies when she feels this. She now knows exactly what is going to happen; he’s going to rape her. Her anger from before is completely gone. Washed away by the impending humiliation and shame of being desecrated by a demon. Her whimpering returns as soon as Dagon starts to gently rub his left hand on her inner thigh, moving cheekily closer to Krystal’s private parts. And there is nothing she can do about it without enduring more pain and suffering. If she escapes, Dagon will just find her again. If she fights back, Dagon will fight back twice as hard.
Stricken by the reality of the situation--there is nothing she can do to make it better--she so desperately tries to hold back her tears. Dagon would only enjoy hearing her sniffle and cry. While he would watch her tears flow over her white cheeks like it was a teasing softcore porno. Biting his lower lip like a freak.
Then, he’s finally done with sniffing her hair. He pulls his head back and starts to analyze the scent. “I smell something fresh in your hair. You must be using some very fine shampoo if it survived all the heat and dirt. I detect a hint of lemon and... Aqua?”
Hearing that description makes her shudder; those were in fact Délarbé’s words when he became very intimate with her, sniffing her hair as well. But Dagon corrects himself. He says it’s not aqua, but instead it’s mint extract.
“I have an incredible nose for details. But on to business now. I hate being disturbed when I'm busy. Especially when it comes to you.” he says with a soothing tone as to hammer the last nail into her dire situation. “And to finish your sentence, that I so rudely interrupted by pressing your face against the wall... yes. It is exactly what you think it is!”
After his exclamation, he pulls her head towards him only to ram it against the wall again. With the sounds of bones crushing and a weak grunt from Krystal, Dagon knows that she’s about to pass out. No mortal can withstand a blow that hard after such a force made her smash into a wall. And indeed, Krystal isn’t feeling very optimal. Her vision is blurry and her whole world seems to be upside down and spinning around. The perfect condition for her to be in.
Dagon lets go of Krystal’s head, which now hangs on her neck like a useless and oversized lump against the rocks. Slowly falling into the darkness of unconsciousness, she barely notices that Dagon starts ripping her suit’s lower parts. At first they are nothing but small scratches and rips made to test how well the fibers would be able to be torn apart so it’s logical that Krystal in her weakened state doesn’t notice much of it. However once Dagon gets the hang of how to effectively rip the fibers, he grabs the suit just below Krystal’s tail and rips downwards until her gentiles are exposed. This, Krystal definitely notices.
She screams “No!” at the top of her voice only to have her muzzle grabbed and held shut by Dagon. “I have waited too long for this to let you ruin it!” he barks at her. “I was never interested in getting offspring because I am immortal. But I know this will ruin you more than any convoluted plan Dé or I could come up with.”
She can feel his penis gently drag itself along the length of her labia and she’s disgusted that it actually feels nice. She bites her tongue, hoping it will be over fast. He will probably keep her conscious as long as possible so that he can hear her whimper, cry, plead and so on. Preparing for the worst, she might as well try to get the best out of it, no matter how wrong and degrading that sounds. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, holding it back for four seconds--counting the numbers in her head--before exhaling.
And it works somewhat. Her head feels less heavy and she seems more realistic. Even when Dagon starts to prod the head of his penis against her vaginal orifice, getting ready to enter her, she doesn’t feel any more panic or humiliation come over her. Just as she is ready to let it all wash over her however, she gasps very softly; she has one last ace up her sleeve now that she thinks about it.
Amazing what a breather can do for you.
Even with her muzzle clamped shut by Dagon, she still tries to articulate. She mentions Délarbé a lot, hoping that Dagon will hear it. And he does.
“What did you say?” He lets go of her muzzle and repeats himself more harshly. It makes her whimper and cower but not out of fear; he has a loud voice and having that barked at her in her ear is just painful and annoying.
“I said... Délarbé. H-he would never approve of this. Y-you made a promise to him.”
A cheeky and sly smile appears on Krystal’s face. A moment of smugness that Dagon will not stand for. He grabs her muzzle and clamps it shut again. And to add even more injury, he takes a step back and goes for a knee to the perineum. Krystal cries out as Dagon’s knee causes one of the worst physical pains she has felt in a long time. It makes her legs quiver as she slowly collapses through them. She’s only held upright when Dagon forces himself against her again.
“A simple rape will not squander the innocence nor the purity of your soul. No… if anything… you have lost those two essential things a long time ago. I wonder… did Fox ever notice that you weren’t a virgin anymore? As you had sex with your very own servant, who lies here, dead on the ground.”
“Hm!? How did you... Ack!” A swift knee to the same spot silences her and finally brings out the tears Dagon has been hoping to see roll over her cheeks. So with a soothing voice, content that Krystal obeyed him unconsciously, he breaks through the protection the labia forms around her clitoris and the opening of her vagina. The feeling is disgusting and awfully satisfying at the same time. She can’t help but feel pleasure as that’s how her gentiles were build.
“If anything…” murmurs Dagon with a deep voice, almost Panther-like voice right into Krystal’s ear. “I think becoming the mother to my offspring, will be beneficial for your soul.”
And then it’s in. No more explaining. No more distractions or tricks. No more postponing in any form. With one push from Dagon, Krystal’s world stops completely when she feels his sausage-like flesh enter her. It slips in with little trouble, suggesting she is not unaroused. She utters a short, startled gasp and completely petrifies. The fists she had clenched tighten even further, making her nails puncture the skin of her hand palm slightly. Her mouth stands wide open. So are her eyes and her tear ducts.
No... Please no... Anything but this...
Dagon growls contently as she seems to feel pretty comfortable on the inside. He wants to enhance the feeling some more though as he knows he can definitely get more out of this. Krystal is a toy in his hands but to really humiliate her, he has to make sure that she can feel it all, not just the top half. He grins cocky and thrusts his hips forward some more until his whole length is inside Krystal, whimpering and softly pleading as drool and tears drip from her chin onto the ground.
He has her standing like this for some time before the real thing begins. Full control doesn’t mean that he has to start right here and now. That would mean he is showing desperation or that he is in a hurry. Instead, his victim has to wonder when he’s going to strike. That way they sort of what to get it; they want it over with. That sort of humiliation is what Dagon needs to proceed, to make this truly the worst and most embarrassing experience for Krystal ever. That... and of course Délarbé’s plan. Breaking her down to the bare bones is the best way to have her surrender her soul voluntarily. Two birds with one stone.
And it seems that Dagon’s plan is working. After maybe two minutes of having Dagon’s erect penis inside of her and nothing happening, she gets in the state Dagon wants her to be. Shivering and shaking, she turns her head towards her left. She can look over her left shoulder but it strains her neck when she does. There she can see Dagon’s grin growing larger as he got what he wanted. He pulls his hips back along with his penis, stops and thrusts forward. Now he’s really raping her.
For Krystal it has been a rape from the start, now reaching its peak. She begins to whimper louder as Dagon mercilessly picks up the pace. He doesn’t seem to care at all anymore about dragging this out to make it as abashed as possible and instead wants to finish the job as fast as he can. In the back of his head, he replays the times he has been interrupted by someone. It gets him agitated and he gets careless because of that. He lets go of his grip around Krystal’s wrists and instead holds her curvy hips. A very risky move as it allows the vixen to retaliate.
But to his own surprise... Krystal doesn’t do that. Not even when Dagon stops out of surprise. She seemed to have accepted that she can’t do anything about it anymore. Out of pure curiosity, he asks her why she isn’t slapping, kicking or at all squirming to escape. One simple and clear answer manages to astonish him: “Resistance is futile.” answers Krystal with a soft and shivering voice. “I know when I’m defeated Dagon... just finish me off already.”
“As you wish.” is the last thing Dagon says before he proceeds. Krystal puts her hands against the wall and lets it happen. The feeling is a double-edged sword however: should she be happy about that it’s going to be over soon? That everything will wash away with the semen Dagon is going to spill inside of her. She would have to give up her stubbornness, her pride and most importantly her life for that... but in this situation, the longer it takes and the faster Dagon thrusts his manhood inside of her, it doesn’t seem like a bad thing. At least then... she would be able to make two men happy with her presence.
Délarbé would get her soul and Dagon will receive offspring from her. As long as her soul is taken first, which knowing Délarbé will most likely happen, she doesn’t mind giving it up. She won’t feel a thing or emote at all when the demon’s offspring sprouts from her womb. And who knows? Maybe she won’t even have to see it. Maybe she’ll just be below ground. Dead.
But then she hears a disturbing sound she hasn’t heard before; the sound of someone choking and gagging. She knows it isn’t herself who’s choking; she’s breathing fine. When she notices however that Dagon has completely stopped thrusting his manhood inside her and is actually slowly pulling out, Krystal realizes that Dagon is choking on something. Or by someone.
And then with one mighty pull it’s out! She utters a sigh of relief like she finally got rid of that bugging constipation and looks behind her to see what is going on. There, she sees Dagon having his hands clenched around a golden ring that uncomfortably clamped around his neck, slowly chocking him. The gurgling sounds coming from his opened mouth and hissing of his anger towards his incapability to retaliate are just disgusting. And after a few seconds, one last sputter and one last gasp for air knocks him out. Unconscious, he falls to the ground with an anti-climactic thud.
A shadowy figure is revealed to be standing behind Dagon. The figure is slim, curvy and more feminine then all the other things she has seen her. The click, click of metal heels announce the presence of this creature. Golden eyes glow in the darkness and beneath some long, blond hair before the body can be seen. The shape is clearly that of a female she-wolf but it's the other features that make it clear what she has become. Dark chocolate fur covers over half her body while red fur covers her face and abdomen while traces can be seen on her legs and shoulders. Her ears are pointed like spikes and a pair of long golden horns just upwards from her head like that of a dragon. Large leathery wings stretch out behind her, golden membranes stretch between the segments of the wings. Her attire or lack thereof is barely enough to be considered clothing at all as it leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination; a skimpy breastplate and loincloth of gold and red is all that she wears. Her tail is bushy but has a spaded tip, whether or not it is just fur or is more solid is unknown. It sways back and forth behind her. As she moves forward her posture and grace portrays an individual who is very confident in their beauty. The expression she wears is one of somewhat boredom while her eyes portray a cunning and manipulative side.
The dragon she-wolf bends over Dagon, fusses and shakes her head. "Poor Dagon. Been around for a thousand years and still he doesn't know how to properly address a woman." Her voice is as smooth as silk and as sharp as a blade. She grabs the golden ring around Dagon's neck which for some reason expands upon her touch. "If only you would have bought her flowers and dinner first..."
The intention must have been humorous but the delivery is bland and tends more towards hatred then anything remotely funny. This is reinforced when the creature stomps her heel in Dagon's eye and the rest of the sole on his forehead as if she wanted to crush his skull. Certainly she could given the expression "Hell has no wrath like a woman scorned" but this seemed more an act of insult to injury. No intend to finish him... yet.
With the ring enlarged, she can easily pull it from Dagon's neck. Only then does she lift her heel from his face. The ring seems to hers and should be fitting somewhere on her body. Her arrow-headed tail comes closer and looks attracted to the ring. The spade goes through the ring, showing it's just fur and nothing solid. Once the whole of the spade has gone through it, the ring shrinks at the base and assures that it will never be separated from the tail. Unless the blond-haired she-wolf wishes to.
"Well... that is that." she says casual like it's an everyday thing to knock someone out with a magic golden ring that fits around a spade on the end of a thick tail. She shakes off her hands with a disgusted sigh, aiming to get rid all the hairs from Dagon that got onto her when she choked him.
Only then does she turn to the blue vixen, shivering and whimpering all by herself. Her whole world is shaken and her body feels empty. Unwanted fluids of pleasure leak from her recently raped orifice onto the ground, forming a small puddle. Even when she has surrendered herself, hoping it will be over, the nightmare still continues. Though her biggest fiend has been floored, she cannot tell if the new girl won't try the same thing. She looks like a fearsome hunter and certainly not someone who would let her prey go.
But it isn't all blackened skies, hate, pain, death and soulless monsters. When Krystal looks up from her cringed and depressed position, she only sees a hand which reaches out at her. The helping hand she has been seeking for? Her back against the wall and yet a way forward is presented to her. Perhaps a rosy prospect in her messed mind but this might just be her only shot at escaping this madness.
"Hi cutey." speaks the she-wolf very softly. "My name is Poisithen. And yours is?"
Dry-mouthed and with a shivering paw, she tells Poisithen her name and grabs her hand at the same time. In one pull, Krystal stands on her feet again. A bit of a rough jerk given but the warm smile and genuine expression on Poisithen's face shows she didn't mean it like that. It could be that she doesn't know her own strength.
Once standing, Krystal looks upon Dagon just lying on the ground. The expression on his face is one of pure outrage, etched upon his face. His hands close to his neck, holding on to a suffocating ring which is no longer there. Though knocked out, it seems as if he could just jump up and attack her. Or it isn't the real Dagon, but instead some clone. She can't imagine that a creature with the likes of him would be downed by simply choking out some air.
"I-is... he...?"
"Dead? No. He's just sleeping. Despite him being such an almighty and powerful "man" he is still formed with a neck. And I think that my ring has something to do with it as well." Poisithen makes herself think about it as well. She has seen Dagon appear out of what looked like a sea of shadows before. Could it be that it was just a dramatic entrance or...? But know she's just making herself paranoid. She places her hands on Krystal's shoulders and stands in between her and Dagon to change the subject.
"Anyway, let me look at you cutey." says Poisithen more commanding than asking for a favor. Krystal obeys unconsciously; if this is the worst that this, whatever it is can do, then Krystal can allow it. Poisithen takes a step back and observes the vixen from top to toe. She frowns and shakes her head at how beaten Krystal looks.
"Oh dear, oh dear. What did he do to you?" The she-wolf comes a step closer and holds Krystal's chin with only two fingers. She rotates it in various directions to take a very in-depth look at the state of the vixen's face, hair, muzzle and neck. The same frown appears and puts Poisithen in an off mood. "I can't believe you got through all of that. I actually feel sorry for you dear. I really am."
She squats down to observe her belly and lower parts of her body as well as her legs and feet. And what she sees there makes her a tad sad. A girl who came here against her will to undergo punishment. But now standing here, being pushed far beyond her limits. Far beyond what the punishment should have been. Poisithen meets Krystal at eye-level and looks at her with the greatest compassion she can muster.
"... I'm quite frankly out of words to describe what he did to you... But honestly, I don't need to anymore. What you need is some love and care, okay? Now... I don't have a beauty case or extra suit with me but I do have an extra set of my own attire." she offers kindly. "It doesn't cover much but it's fresh and I bet it will feel so much better to wear."
Poisithen doesn't have to continue on as Krystal has already nodded a thousand times before, now with her looking down. It makes her chuckle as she holds both of Krystal's paws, giving the vixen a warm and welcome feeling. "I'll make sure you'll get it then. But first, we need to clean you up. And again, since I have nothing with me, I'll have to clean you up myself. This will mean I'll touch you in uncomfortable places. Do mind that very much?"
Krystal gasps at first and looks up with the most startled look. "I... I... don't... know..." she stutters terrified of being touched there again. She clenches her legs together and quickly covers her private parts with one of her hands. "... Do you p-promise to be...?"
"Careful?" finishes Poisithen for her. "Oh but of course cutey. I'll give you the gentlest treatment. You won't even feel my touch. Instead, it will be like a uhm... a light feather softly caressing your skin. Is that okay with you?"
Her question is strengthened by her rubbing her thumbs over Krystal's hand, giving a preview of what she means. And indeed, Krystal barely feels a thing and yet she can. The feeling isn't forcing itself but instead carefully present. This sort of gentle, loving touch has been so rare for her; it's impossible for her not to allow it.
"O... okay then." Krystal nods again, giving Poisithen what might be her last bit of trust. The she-wolf returns a warm, assuring smile and gestures Krystal to literally open up. The hand which covered her womanhood slowly withdraws and her legs relax more.
"Thank you cutey. Now, I'm gonna dust you off first. Then I'm gonna tend to your wounds and burns and only then will I touch you where... well you know what I mean."
"Y-yes..."
"No reason to panic. As I promised, I will be careful. This means I won't do anything that feels too wrong to you. Not even to tease you. There is a time and place for everything." she says giggling before encouraging Krystal to spread her arms and legs so she can reach every spot. But Poisithen quickly realizes that with Krystal's outfit on, it won't work.
"Krystal honey. I'm afraid I have to ask you to remove your uhm... "outfit" or whatever is left of it. I can't fix you unless you get rid of that rag. I realize that I come across as a bullying bitch but you do trust me right?"
The blue vixen stands petrified, suddenly feeling light-headed and wheezy. She is unresponsive to Poisithen's words as she stares at the floor. Then, her eyes enlarge as suddenly a million thoughts and dozens of feelings flood her mind. A churning whirlpool forms in her stomach, making her sick to the very core. A shock wave goes through her entire body. Her body temperature fluctuates, overheating her one second and the other she's freezing cold. A rollercoaster of emotions which relentlessly drills through her numbness and messes her up completely.
I had surrendered... wasn't that enough...?
I was ready...
Why would you put me through more?
Why am I back at square one?
This... Poisithen... her deceiving smile and beauty...
She is the demon Sciltch must have been looking for...
and I fell into her open arms without knowing...
I was blinded...
I was deaf...
I was weak...
I am weak...
I will always be weak...
Just as I always have been...
But if I always have been...
Then... I survived through quite a lot...
The question is...
Can I keep it up or will I falter before whoever torments me most?
I guess... I'll live another day to find that out...
The last thing Krystal witnesses before she blacks out, is Poisithen's grinning expression. So vile in its message yet so innocent in its appearance. Truly wishing her hell, though sealed with a sweet, loving kiss on her lips. The faint flavor of roasted pork with a strawberry finish can be tasted before a fiery wink turns off Krystal's lights. But not before, even if quite brief, she spots two red dots gazing at her from afar.
Now on to the story. It isn't your standard story as it deals with controversial subjects. There is satanism, dead, demons, bodily decay, female submissiveness (for the femini-nazis out there), humiliation and a rape scene where things go into the details with the intention of impregnating the victim. If you still want to read it, go ahead. Don't say I didn't warn you~
( R )Act 6: Rollercoaster of emotions
A loud bang and then nothing else she can hear. Her eyes are wide open from the shock, staring straight ahead. Oddly enough she can still perceive but nothing registers inside her grey mass. Perhaps because it now has a bullet in it. Deaf as an adder, she falls to the ground. With a thud she can’t hear and with pain she can’t feel, her numb body hits the stone on its left side. Krystal has some unpleasant looking last spasms to experience before death really kicks in. A beheaded chicken would be jealous at her persistency.
But persistency has nothing to do with it; she isn’t dead. It was just adrenaline rushing through her body that made her spasm. After only seconds, her deafness slowly disappears. Albeit in only one ear but it’s better than nothing. She knows this because she can hear someone close to her mumble while pacing to and fro.
Since that person is seemingly too occupied to help her out, she starts to move her eyes around her eye sockets behind closed lids to check if everything is still okay with her. Blurry vision isn’t nothing new to her but she would be delighted if it would sod off for a long time. Despite that everything is at least working. That is not what she can say about the rest of her body.
She must be in a severe shock to have her body not respond to anything. Her muscles don’t do as they are told. Once more trapped in a skin she can’t control yet should be able to. It’s infuriating to her, almost making her wish that whoever did this to her would have finished the job.
Her memories have gone a little bit of a reorganization so to say. Krystal might just have the same scrambled eggs for a brain she accused Sciltch of having the whole time.
Sciltch! That was him! He pointed the gun at my head! she realizes. That bastard betrayed me and tried to kill me as well... I will never forgive him for this! Maybe a second tongue-cutting session will get him back on track!
Impure thoughts going back to her phase as the Tyrant of Cerinia. Provoked by betrayal and fueled by a willpower that is unmatched by even the bravest heroes. They would have pissed their pants at this point in time but Krystal has been stumbling on. This might be the only few times that stubbornness deserves a reward.
“Alright! I’m doing this.” she hears Sciltch’s voice encourage himself after she connects the dots, figuring that it was her former servant that was mumbling. He always needed an extra slap on the bum or verbal support to do something. Therefore it is nothing new to Krystal but as she hears the sound of a knife being drawn from one’s belt she starts to get concerned.
Sciltch stomps towards her, clenching the knife in his fist. Bloodlust and persistence are burning in his eyes like sparkling stars in the night sky. His raised lips reveal his bare, crystal-white fangs clamped shut onto each other. With the dense atmosphere and dusty red lightening, it looks like the approaching maw of a hideous monster straight out of a horror movie.
Krystal is unable to defend herself as she helplessly watches how Sciltch’s shadow is now standing over her with the knife in his fist. Without any pause, Sciltch grabs a hold of Krystal’s shoulder and pulls her onto her back. With the blade held up high and ready to stab her where it kills her the fastest, time is up for the blue vixen. Not before the cuckoo has chimed however.
A sharp whistle, followed by the sound one makes to chase an annoying cat out of the backyard attracts Sciltch’s attention; negatively. It degenerating for someone of royal blood to be called out like that. And whoever it was, he or she will know what mistake was made. It’s a lifesaver for Krystal as she can exhale and live for maybe another few minutes or so. Sciltch walks towards where the sound came from but a black haze has appeared out of nowhere. It confuses and infuriates him and hearing that relieved sigh makes him even more pissed. With a steaming expression on his face, he looks back at Krystal.
“You are going to be next!” he shouts before stomping of into the distance looking for the impudent dirt bag that dared to degenerate him. His free hand moves towards his gun that he didn’t use to finish Krystal off because it’s too impersonal. And when someone he hates must die by his hand, it better by very personal.
In the position Krystal is in, she can see Sciltch disappear into the black haze. Why it is here is no concern to her. If anything, she is thankful for it suddenly appearing. It saved her life and that of whoever whistled and drew Sciltch’s attention. Strangely enough though, she could hear a certain melody in the sharp whistle. A melody she recognizes but she’s unable to place it anywhere.
Then, shots are fired from inside the black haze. The echo that lingers makes it sounds like thunder strikes with each fired shot. At first, there is just one that is being fired. A small spot of orange, yellow and red, the colors of fire signal the discharging of the gunpowder in the bullet. Where it lands is anyone’s guess at this point. It falls silent after that before three more shots are fired in quick succession after one another. After that, she can distinctly hear a whimper.
Did someone get shot?
She secretly hopes that Sciltch isn’t hurt. She might have death wishes against him at this moment but they would mean nothing if someone does it. Besides, if her anger would subside, she would still have her former servant. In other words, more possibility to break him out of the illusion he lives in.
To her relief, she sees Sciltch emerge from the haze. But in no way victorious or prominent with pride. Something she would expect from the way he entered the haze. Instead, his back is the first thing to come from the haze. He stands cringed with an arched back and walks backwards. Holding the gun with shivering fingers, each covered in a coating of freshly spilled blood. He pulls the trigger again, the recoil sending a shock through his body. Still, it doesn’t satisfy him as no sigh of relief has struck him. Instead, he proceeds to pull the trigger again.
CLICK!
That is not the sound Sciltch wanted to hear. A loud bang, the discharging of another bullet would be much more satisfactory. Even if it didn’t kill whatever he was firing at. The clicking noise makes him shiver even more. So severe, that he nearly drops the gun on the floor. He can hold his grip around the gun at the very last second. However, seeing how it’s useless being empty, Sciltch sees no other way than to throw it at the approaching danger.
He misses; the iron from which the gun is constructed hits the floor. Unarmed and frightened to the very core, Sciltch is now at the mercy of whatever emerges from the haze. And what comes forth, is someone Krystal never wanted to meet again.
The fog disappears by a gust of wind the moment he as much exhales. His head is bowed down slightly, perhaps looking over the bullet holes in his chest. They bleed only a little bit and insides is nothing but darkness. Pitch black. He has an angry demeanor around him so strong, it almost seems to materialize into a swarm of flies around his head. That is how it looks like at least. Around his feet, his shadow seems to be mutilating into a concoction of tentacles. It’s none other than Dagon. The bringer of most of Krystal’s misery in this place so far. A pair of unbelieving vixen eyes stare upon him approaching Sciltch, while having his gun aimed for the wolf’s head.
“W-who are you?” asks Sciltch while at the same time looking behind him to see how much room he has left to stumble back before he has his back against the wall. “I-I am not looking for trouble. I was just... angry you know?”
But Dagon isn’t taking any excuses right now. This is how he deals with so-called angry people that take their anger out on him. “Silence your pathetic excuses! You shot me. That is reason enough to have you put down here and now.”
At that moment however, just a mere second before his finger pulls the trigger, he notices Krystal on her back on the floor. His eyes drift off towards her, to make sure that it’s really her and not some random blue vixen that happened to be here. But it’s Krystal for sure. No one he knows is wearing something that tight and made of latex. Ripped, wounded and dirty-looking. A walking pile of garbage, constructed from broken dreams and beaten emotions. Only held from collapsing by sheer stubbornness and an unhealthy dose of talking bravery into herself. This is how he left her behind and finding out that she’s looking slightly worse is something that makes him pretty happy.
“Wouldn’t you look at that?” he says to Sciltch as he nods to Krystal. The gun is lowered for a while, making Sciltch feel a little bit less anxious about receiving a bullet where it might extinguish his light. Not coming to him that he threw the gun away because he found out it was empty.
“I had lost track of this. And you lead me right to her.”
The usage of the word “this” to describe Krystal makes the vixen in question growl a little bit, just quiet enough so that Dagon doesn’t have to hear it. However, the word also receives a positive reaction coming from Sciltch in the form of a nervous chuckle. Sciltch has never seen Krystal has a real person, just a walking husk that has lead him to where he needs to be. The fact that Dagon acknowledges that makes Sciltch feels a bit more secure.
“I suppose it was meant to be." he then concludes. "Welcome back Krystal. I'm glad to have you back. You." He pauses for a moment to lean in towards Krystal, to look her deep in the eyes. To make sure that she knows he has plans for her. "I'll make sure... You will know suffering like none other could ever inflict you. Délarbé's plan will be altered from now on. It's mine now. And before you get the pleasure of dying... well, I suppose I have to wait and see your reaction."
He stands up and turns to Sciltch, who's still shivering somewhat. Pointing at the bullet holes, that are slowly closing down in what look like a liquid boiling with the color of one's skin, he asks whether he's sorry about it. Of course Sciltch isn't sorry about it. His intention was to kill Dagon. Pop a few caps in him and leave his body behind. He isn't going to apologize to someone he regards less worthy of living than a worm. But driven into a situation in which his life is on the line, he has to set his pride aside. Humbly, he bows his head and mumbles an apology.
Dagon hears enough of it to take it into consideration. Not taking a lot of time for it as he has set up a schedule already. In a few moments, he will make sure it was Sciltch's last excuse. From simply hanging beside him to being aimed at Sciltch's upper body goes in a flash. Dagon's latest is about to made and Krystal is the helpless witness. The wolf has just enough time to look up and see the blackness of the gun barrel's insides before a bullet lodges itself in his sternum. Sciltch grunts and groans, struggling to keep himself standing up while covering the freshly made wound with his hand to stop the bleeding. But the shot proves lethal in a matter of seconds. In the midst of Sciltch's struggle to stay balanced, his life slips away. The dead body falls its knees under the satisfied watchful eye of Dagon.
"Next time, check if your weapon hasn't jammed instead of deeming it to be empty you superficial fool." With a grin and snigger, he kicks him down to the ground. The demon stares at the corpse for a while to make sure he's actually dead before realizing he's still holding the gun.
"Ugh... mortal weapon." he fusses disgusted, tossing the gun away like it's boiling hot. He looks over his arm to see if this filthy weapon left any traces but other than a bit of blood that spattered on the fur, nothing horrible stands out. "Hm. Good. I'd hate to perform a skin-fur transplant at this hour. I have other things to do."
He turns himself to Krystal, whom has been paralyzed since the gunshot. Her body is trembling and her eyes are wide open. Full of disbelief, silently praying that this is the most complicated nightmare in history, she sees Dagon come closer. An awful grin graces his face and the environment make his attire look a notch more intimidating. And the closer he comes, the more desperate Krystal becomes. Collecting whatever strength she possesses, she tries to stand up and run away. But her attempt falls flat as her body doesn't cooperate. Most limbs still feel numb and moving them is impossible. At this point, Dagon is already standing above her, slightly bend over to emphasize him looking down on her. Not even one second goes by before she is grabbed by her shoulders, lifted up into the air and flung across the room. Krystal lands flat on her chest but she feels little of it.
Whimpering and groaning in a rising fit of panic, she tries again to crawl away. In vain as Dagon catches up with her and grabs the vixen's blue hair. She screams out loud as he drags her over the floor towards the nearest wall. He pushes Krystal against it and holds her wrists together and behind her back with just his left hand. He doesn't stop there though as he presses his belly against the arms on her back--allowing his hand to be free again--and his lower half against her backside. There Krystal feels something hard in between her buttocks.
"Is that...?"
Before she can finish her sentence, Dagon pushes the right side of her face against the wall to silence her. The jagged rocks make it very uncomfortable as it pokes and pricks against her skull and her cheeks. She tries to squirm her way out of it but Dagon’s hand covers the entire back of her head. She hisses and curses at him, uttering the vilest words she knows off. But her aggressor is not at all impressed by it.
He brings his face closer to her, getting more inappropriate and creepy. He then closes his eyes and starts to sniff on the vixen’s hair while also placing his left hand on her inner thigh. Krystal petrifies when she feels this. She now knows exactly what is going to happen; he’s going to rape her. Her anger from before is completely gone. Washed away by the impending humiliation and shame of being desecrated by a demon. Her whimpering returns as soon as Dagon starts to gently rub his left hand on her inner thigh, moving cheekily closer to Krystal’s private parts. And there is nothing she can do about it without enduring more pain and suffering. If she escapes, Dagon will just find her again. If she fights back, Dagon will fight back twice as hard.
Stricken by the reality of the situation--there is nothing she can do to make it better--she so desperately tries to hold back her tears. Dagon would only enjoy hearing her sniffle and cry. While he would watch her tears flow over her white cheeks like it was a teasing softcore porno. Biting his lower lip like a freak.
Then, he’s finally done with sniffing her hair. He pulls his head back and starts to analyze the scent. “I smell something fresh in your hair. You must be using some very fine shampoo if it survived all the heat and dirt. I detect a hint of lemon and... Aqua?”
Hearing that description makes her shudder; those were in fact Délarbé’s words when he became very intimate with her, sniffing her hair as well. But Dagon corrects himself. He says it’s not aqua, but instead it’s mint extract.
“I have an incredible nose for details. But on to business now. I hate being disturbed when I'm busy. Especially when it comes to you.” he says with a soothing tone as to hammer the last nail into her dire situation. “And to finish your sentence, that I so rudely interrupted by pressing your face against the wall... yes. It is exactly what you think it is!”
After his exclamation, he pulls her head towards him only to ram it against the wall again. With the sounds of bones crushing and a weak grunt from Krystal, Dagon knows that she’s about to pass out. No mortal can withstand a blow that hard after such a force made her smash into a wall. And indeed, Krystal isn’t feeling very optimal. Her vision is blurry and her whole world seems to be upside down and spinning around. The perfect condition for her to be in.
Dagon lets go of Krystal’s head, which now hangs on her neck like a useless and oversized lump against the rocks. Slowly falling into the darkness of unconsciousness, she barely notices that Dagon starts ripping her suit’s lower parts. At first they are nothing but small scratches and rips made to test how well the fibers would be able to be torn apart so it’s logical that Krystal in her weakened state doesn’t notice much of it. However once Dagon gets the hang of how to effectively rip the fibers, he grabs the suit just below Krystal’s tail and rips downwards until her gentiles are exposed. This, Krystal definitely notices.
She screams “No!” at the top of her voice only to have her muzzle grabbed and held shut by Dagon. “I have waited too long for this to let you ruin it!” he barks at her. “I was never interested in getting offspring because I am immortal. But I know this will ruin you more than any convoluted plan Dé or I could come up with.”
She can feel his penis gently drag itself along the length of her labia and she’s disgusted that it actually feels nice. She bites her tongue, hoping it will be over fast. He will probably keep her conscious as long as possible so that he can hear her whimper, cry, plead and so on. Preparing for the worst, she might as well try to get the best out of it, no matter how wrong and degrading that sounds. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, holding it back for four seconds--counting the numbers in her head--before exhaling.
And it works somewhat. Her head feels less heavy and she seems more realistic. Even when Dagon starts to prod the head of his penis against her vaginal orifice, getting ready to enter her, she doesn’t feel any more panic or humiliation come over her. Just as she is ready to let it all wash over her however, she gasps very softly; she has one last ace up her sleeve now that she thinks about it.
Amazing what a breather can do for you.
Even with her muzzle clamped shut by Dagon, she still tries to articulate. She mentions Délarbé a lot, hoping that Dagon will hear it. And he does.
“What did you say?” He lets go of her muzzle and repeats himself more harshly. It makes her whimper and cower but not out of fear; he has a loud voice and having that barked at her in her ear is just painful and annoying.
“I said... Délarbé. H-he would never approve of this. Y-you made a promise to him.”
A cheeky and sly smile appears on Krystal’s face. A moment of smugness that Dagon will not stand for. He grabs her muzzle and clamps it shut again. And to add even more injury, he takes a step back and goes for a knee to the perineum. Krystal cries out as Dagon’s knee causes one of the worst physical pains she has felt in a long time. It makes her legs quiver as she slowly collapses through them. She’s only held upright when Dagon forces himself against her again.
“A simple rape will not squander the innocence nor the purity of your soul. No… if anything… you have lost those two essential things a long time ago. I wonder… did Fox ever notice that you weren’t a virgin anymore? As you had sex with your very own servant, who lies here, dead on the ground.”
“Hm!? How did you... Ack!” A swift knee to the same spot silences her and finally brings out the tears Dagon has been hoping to see roll over her cheeks. So with a soothing voice, content that Krystal obeyed him unconsciously, he breaks through the protection the labia forms around her clitoris and the opening of her vagina. The feeling is disgusting and awfully satisfying at the same time. She can’t help but feel pleasure as that’s how her gentiles were build.
“If anything…” murmurs Dagon with a deep voice, almost Panther-like voice right into Krystal’s ear. “I think becoming the mother to my offspring, will be beneficial for your soul.”
And then it’s in. No more explaining. No more distractions or tricks. No more postponing in any form. With one push from Dagon, Krystal’s world stops completely when she feels his sausage-like flesh enter her. It slips in with little trouble, suggesting she is not unaroused. She utters a short, startled gasp and completely petrifies. The fists she had clenched tighten even further, making her nails puncture the skin of her hand palm slightly. Her mouth stands wide open. So are her eyes and her tear ducts.
No... Please no... Anything but this...
Dagon growls contently as she seems to feel pretty comfortable on the inside. He wants to enhance the feeling some more though as he knows he can definitely get more out of this. Krystal is a toy in his hands but to really humiliate her, he has to make sure that she can feel it all, not just the top half. He grins cocky and thrusts his hips forward some more until his whole length is inside Krystal, whimpering and softly pleading as drool and tears drip from her chin onto the ground.
He has her standing like this for some time before the real thing begins. Full control doesn’t mean that he has to start right here and now. That would mean he is showing desperation or that he is in a hurry. Instead, his victim has to wonder when he’s going to strike. That way they sort of what to get it; they want it over with. That sort of humiliation is what Dagon needs to proceed, to make this truly the worst and most embarrassing experience for Krystal ever. That... and of course Délarbé’s plan. Breaking her down to the bare bones is the best way to have her surrender her soul voluntarily. Two birds with one stone.
And it seems that Dagon’s plan is working. After maybe two minutes of having Dagon’s erect penis inside of her and nothing happening, she gets in the state Dagon wants her to be. Shivering and shaking, she turns her head towards her left. She can look over her left shoulder but it strains her neck when she does. There she can see Dagon’s grin growing larger as he got what he wanted. He pulls his hips back along with his penis, stops and thrusts forward. Now he’s really raping her.
For Krystal it has been a rape from the start, now reaching its peak. She begins to whimper louder as Dagon mercilessly picks up the pace. He doesn’t seem to care at all anymore about dragging this out to make it as abashed as possible and instead wants to finish the job as fast as he can. In the back of his head, he replays the times he has been interrupted by someone. It gets him agitated and he gets careless because of that. He lets go of his grip around Krystal’s wrists and instead holds her curvy hips. A very risky move as it allows the vixen to retaliate.
But to his own surprise... Krystal doesn’t do that. Not even when Dagon stops out of surprise. She seemed to have accepted that she can’t do anything about it anymore. Out of pure curiosity, he asks her why she isn’t slapping, kicking or at all squirming to escape. One simple and clear answer manages to astonish him: “Resistance is futile.” answers Krystal with a soft and shivering voice. “I know when I’m defeated Dagon... just finish me off already.”
“As you wish.” is the last thing Dagon says before he proceeds. Krystal puts her hands against the wall and lets it happen. The feeling is a double-edged sword however: should she be happy about that it’s going to be over soon? That everything will wash away with the semen Dagon is going to spill inside of her. She would have to give up her stubbornness, her pride and most importantly her life for that... but in this situation, the longer it takes and the faster Dagon thrusts his manhood inside of her, it doesn’t seem like a bad thing. At least then... she would be able to make two men happy with her presence.
Délarbé would get her soul and Dagon will receive offspring from her. As long as her soul is taken first, which knowing Délarbé will most likely happen, she doesn’t mind giving it up. She won’t feel a thing or emote at all when the demon’s offspring sprouts from her womb. And who knows? Maybe she won’t even have to see it. Maybe she’ll just be below ground. Dead.
But then she hears a disturbing sound she hasn’t heard before; the sound of someone choking and gagging. She knows it isn’t herself who’s choking; she’s breathing fine. When she notices however that Dagon has completely stopped thrusting his manhood inside her and is actually slowly pulling out, Krystal realizes that Dagon is choking on something. Or by someone.
And then with one mighty pull it’s out! She utters a sigh of relief like she finally got rid of that bugging constipation and looks behind her to see what is going on. There, she sees Dagon having his hands clenched around a golden ring that uncomfortably clamped around his neck, slowly chocking him. The gurgling sounds coming from his opened mouth and hissing of his anger towards his incapability to retaliate are just disgusting. And after a few seconds, one last sputter and one last gasp for air knocks him out. Unconscious, he falls to the ground with an anti-climactic thud.
A shadowy figure is revealed to be standing behind Dagon. The figure is slim, curvy and more feminine then all the other things she has seen her. The click, click of metal heels announce the presence of this creature. Golden eyes glow in the darkness and beneath some long, blond hair before the body can be seen. The shape is clearly that of a female she-wolf but it's the other features that make it clear what she has become. Dark chocolate fur covers over half her body while red fur covers her face and abdomen while traces can be seen on her legs and shoulders. Her ears are pointed like spikes and a pair of long golden horns just upwards from her head like that of a dragon. Large leathery wings stretch out behind her, golden membranes stretch between the segments of the wings. Her attire or lack thereof is barely enough to be considered clothing at all as it leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination; a skimpy breastplate and loincloth of gold and red is all that she wears. Her tail is bushy but has a spaded tip, whether or not it is just fur or is more solid is unknown. It sways back and forth behind her. As she moves forward her posture and grace portrays an individual who is very confident in their beauty. The expression she wears is one of somewhat boredom while her eyes portray a cunning and manipulative side.
The dragon she-wolf bends over Dagon, fusses and shakes her head. "Poor Dagon. Been around for a thousand years and still he doesn't know how to properly address a woman." Her voice is as smooth as silk and as sharp as a blade. She grabs the golden ring around Dagon's neck which for some reason expands upon her touch. "If only you would have bought her flowers and dinner first..."
The intention must have been humorous but the delivery is bland and tends more towards hatred then anything remotely funny. This is reinforced when the creature stomps her heel in Dagon's eye and the rest of the sole on his forehead as if she wanted to crush his skull. Certainly she could given the expression "Hell has no wrath like a woman scorned" but this seemed more an act of insult to injury. No intend to finish him... yet.
With the ring enlarged, she can easily pull it from Dagon's neck. Only then does she lift her heel from his face. The ring seems to hers and should be fitting somewhere on her body. Her arrow-headed tail comes closer and looks attracted to the ring. The spade goes through the ring, showing it's just fur and nothing solid. Once the whole of the spade has gone through it, the ring shrinks at the base and assures that it will never be separated from the tail. Unless the blond-haired she-wolf wishes to.
"Well... that is that." she says casual like it's an everyday thing to knock someone out with a magic golden ring that fits around a spade on the end of a thick tail. She shakes off her hands with a disgusted sigh, aiming to get rid all the hairs from Dagon that got onto her when she choked him.
Only then does she turn to the blue vixen, shivering and whimpering all by herself. Her whole world is shaken and her body feels empty. Unwanted fluids of pleasure leak from her recently raped orifice onto the ground, forming a small puddle. Even when she has surrendered herself, hoping it will be over, the nightmare still continues. Though her biggest fiend has been floored, she cannot tell if the new girl won't try the same thing. She looks like a fearsome hunter and certainly not someone who would let her prey go.
But it isn't all blackened skies, hate, pain, death and soulless monsters. When Krystal looks up from her cringed and depressed position, she only sees a hand which reaches out at her. The helping hand she has been seeking for? Her back against the wall and yet a way forward is presented to her. Perhaps a rosy prospect in her messed mind but this might just be her only shot at escaping this madness.
"Hi cutey." speaks the she-wolf very softly. "My name is Poisithen. And yours is?"
Dry-mouthed and with a shivering paw, she tells Poisithen her name and grabs her hand at the same time. In one pull, Krystal stands on her feet again. A bit of a rough jerk given but the warm smile and genuine expression on Poisithen's face shows she didn't mean it like that. It could be that she doesn't know her own strength.
Once standing, Krystal looks upon Dagon just lying on the ground. The expression on his face is one of pure outrage, etched upon his face. His hands close to his neck, holding on to a suffocating ring which is no longer there. Though knocked out, it seems as if he could just jump up and attack her. Or it isn't the real Dagon, but instead some clone. She can't imagine that a creature with the likes of him would be downed by simply choking out some air.
"I-is... he...?"
"Dead? No. He's just sleeping. Despite him being such an almighty and powerful "man" he is still formed with a neck. And I think that my ring has something to do with it as well." Poisithen makes herself think about it as well. She has seen Dagon appear out of what looked like a sea of shadows before. Could it be that it was just a dramatic entrance or...? But know she's just making herself paranoid. She places her hands on Krystal's shoulders and stands in between her and Dagon to change the subject.
"Anyway, let me look at you cutey." says Poisithen more commanding than asking for a favor. Krystal obeys unconsciously; if this is the worst that this, whatever it is can do, then Krystal can allow it. Poisithen takes a step back and observes the vixen from top to toe. She frowns and shakes her head at how beaten Krystal looks.
"Oh dear, oh dear. What did he do to you?" The she-wolf comes a step closer and holds Krystal's chin with only two fingers. She rotates it in various directions to take a very in-depth look at the state of the vixen's face, hair, muzzle and neck. The same frown appears and puts Poisithen in an off mood. "I can't believe you got through all of that. I actually feel sorry for you dear. I really am."
She squats down to observe her belly and lower parts of her body as well as her legs and feet. And what she sees there makes her a tad sad. A girl who came here against her will to undergo punishment. But now standing here, being pushed far beyond her limits. Far beyond what the punishment should have been. Poisithen meets Krystal at eye-level and looks at her with the greatest compassion she can muster.
"... I'm quite frankly out of words to describe what he did to you... But honestly, I don't need to anymore. What you need is some love and care, okay? Now... I don't have a beauty case or extra suit with me but I do have an extra set of my own attire." she offers kindly. "It doesn't cover much but it's fresh and I bet it will feel so much better to wear."
Poisithen doesn't have to continue on as Krystal has already nodded a thousand times before, now with her looking down. It makes her chuckle as she holds both of Krystal's paws, giving the vixen a warm and welcome feeling. "I'll make sure you'll get it then. But first, we need to clean you up. And again, since I have nothing with me, I'll have to clean you up myself. This will mean I'll touch you in uncomfortable places. Do mind that very much?"
Krystal gasps at first and looks up with the most startled look. "I... I... don't... know..." she stutters terrified of being touched there again. She clenches her legs together and quickly covers her private parts with one of her hands. "... Do you p-promise to be...?"
"Careful?" finishes Poisithen for her. "Oh but of course cutey. I'll give you the gentlest treatment. You won't even feel my touch. Instead, it will be like a uhm... a light feather softly caressing your skin. Is that okay with you?"
Her question is strengthened by her rubbing her thumbs over Krystal's hand, giving a preview of what she means. And indeed, Krystal barely feels a thing and yet she can. The feeling isn't forcing itself but instead carefully present. This sort of gentle, loving touch has been so rare for her; it's impossible for her not to allow it.
"O... okay then." Krystal nods again, giving Poisithen what might be her last bit of trust. The she-wolf returns a warm, assuring smile and gestures Krystal to literally open up. The hand which covered her womanhood slowly withdraws and her legs relax more.
"Thank you cutey. Now, I'm gonna dust you off first. Then I'm gonna tend to your wounds and burns and only then will I touch you where... well you know what I mean."
"Y-yes..."
"No reason to panic. As I promised, I will be careful. This means I won't do anything that feels too wrong to you. Not even to tease you. There is a time and place for everything." she says giggling before encouraging Krystal to spread her arms and legs so she can reach every spot. But Poisithen quickly realizes that with Krystal's outfit on, it won't work.
"Krystal honey. I'm afraid I have to ask you to remove your uhm... "outfit" or whatever is left of it. I can't fix you unless you get rid of that rag. I realize that I come across as a bullying bitch but you do trust me right?"
The blue vixen stands petrified, suddenly feeling light-headed and wheezy. She is unresponsive to Poisithen's words as she stares at the floor. Then, her eyes enlarge as suddenly a million thoughts and dozens of feelings flood her mind. A churning whirlpool forms in her stomach, making her sick to the very core. A shock wave goes through her entire body. Her body temperature fluctuates, overheating her one second and the other she's freezing cold. A rollercoaster of emotions which relentlessly drills through her numbness and messes her up completely.
I had surrendered... wasn't that enough...?
I was ready...
Why would you put me through more?
Why am I back at square one?
This... Poisithen... her deceiving smile and beauty...
She is the demon Sciltch must have been looking for...
and I fell into her open arms without knowing...
I was blinded...
I was deaf...
I was weak...
I am weak...
I will always be weak...
Just as I always have been...
But if I always have been...
Then... I survived through quite a lot...
The question is...
Can I keep it up or will I falter before whoever torments me most?
I guess... I'll live another day to find that out...
The last thing Krystal witnesses before she blacks out, is Poisithen's grinning expression. So vile in its message yet so innocent in its appearance. Truly wishing her hell, though sealed with a sweet, loving kiss on her lips. The faint flavor of roasted pork with a strawberry finish can be tasted before a fiery wink turns off Krystal's lights. But not before, even if quite brief, she spots two red dots gazing at her from afar.
Roxy.exe is still not responding... optimally + TMI
Posted 10 years agoTwo days ago I mentioned that laziness had overtaken me. Of course this is nothing new to any watcher who has been here longer than the average "oh look a naked vixen so I'll watch" type of fellow but I just had to mention it.
Now there are some things I need to do. I have various commissions to upload and a story chapter to finish. I also have to establish contact with
Reane, 
RC-001 and 
Zintarloc who haven't gotten to talk to me in weeks. I don't know when I'll be doing the commissions and the contacts but the chapter will be done today, just for one person who said liked my chapter I previously showed.
And for this journal I want you guys to ask me stuff! I'm curious what kind of weird, naughty questions you all have :3
Now there are some things I need to do. I have various commissions to upload and a story chapter to finish. I also have to establish contact with
Reane, 
RC-001 and 
Zintarloc who haven't gotten to talk to me in weeks. I don't know when I'll be doing the commissions and the contacts but the chapter will be done today, just for one person who said liked my chapter I previously showed. And for this journal I want you guys to ask me stuff! I'm curious what kind of weird, naughty questions you all have :3
Roxy.exe is not responding
Posted 10 years agoBleeeeeerrrrrghh!! I feel like a fat blob sewed to the couch and my bed... I'm waaaaaay too lazy and slow and unresponisive.
Just had to get that out of my system. Just so you know why I haven't been very active :3
Just had to get that out of my system. Just so you know why I haven't been very active :3
Fire it up!!
Posted 10 years agohttps://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Jct3HKRYU2A
You wanted Disturbed to innovate? Well here you go. A song about firing one up. And with that I mean weed.
You wanted Disturbed to innovate? Well here you go. A song about firing one up. And with that I mean weed.
Narrowing the scope of my activities
Posted 10 years agoOr to put it more simple: I'll be doing even less than before to focus on one particular subject. Therefore sacrificing some very important (to me) activities. One of those is RP'ing which I already didn't do much of anyway but still.
The reason for this is a rush when it comes to story-writing. I got so much inspiration I simply need to put it all on paper or I'll lose the drive I was craving for!!
This break will probably take 2-3 days depending on how I do and how the rush lasts. So see you all very soon~<3
The reason for this is a rush when it comes to story-writing. I got so much inspiration I simply need to put it all on paper or I'll lose the drive I was craving for!!
This break will probably take 2-3 days depending on how I do and how the rush lasts. So see you all very soon~<3
ASK ME STUFF!!
Posted 10 years agoDamn am I bored!! So please ask me stuff~
My apologies
Posted 10 years agoI'm very sorry for my earlier journal. I was pretty piqued at that moment which made a few people cringe a bit. That's not who I am and not who I want to be.
Secondly, about the content of the chapter in question. I feel horrible for not letting any of you know about the rape scene in it and someone I consider to be a very close friend was offended by this. Never was that my intention but it happened anyway. I hope you can forgive me.
Again, I'm so sorry for the previous journal. It'll be deleted after I'm done writing this journal along with the journal with the link to the first draft of the chapter.
Secondly, about the content of the chapter in question. I feel horrible for not letting any of you know about the rape scene in it and someone I consider to be a very close friend was offended by this. Never was that my intention but it happened anyway. I hope you can forgive me.
Again, I'm so sorry for the previous journal. It'll be deleted after I'm done writing this journal along with the journal with the link to the first draft of the chapter.
Vacation!!
Posted 10 years agoYup! Going away for 2 weeks. I'll be residing in the Czech Republic close to the Austrian border. Don't worry; I will have Wi-Fi so I won't leave you all <3
Day after Dynamo
Posted 10 years agoShort version: Mosh pit, circle pit, busted neck, cheeseburgers, Pepsi, beer and Metal.
Wanna know how my day went aka the long version? Be giving you that soon. As long as my head doesn't pop off
Wanna know how my day went aka the long version? Be giving you that soon. As long as my head doesn't pop off
Good news and Bad news
Posted 10 years agoLet's start with the good news: DYNAMO METALFEST IS A GO!!!! Tomorrow will be the first time I'll be going to a metalfest all by myself! I already printed my ticket and my bus ticket so I'm ready to bang my head to some motherfuckin' METAL!!!
The bad news is that I'll be taking a break from all RP'ing expect the story-based ones. The reason for this is that, for me, RP'ing is coming a lot closer to work than actual relaxation or fun; something it should be. So I'll be taking a short break from RP'ing till Monday or Tuesday, we'll see. Be aware that I'll be having a vacation the Czech Republic but I was promised that Wi-Fi will be there so no worries about that
Love you all honnies <3
The bad news is that I'll be taking a break from all RP'ing expect the story-based ones. The reason for this is that, for me, RP'ing is coming a lot closer to work than actual relaxation or fun; something it should be. So I'll be taking a short break from RP'ing till Monday or Tuesday, we'll see. Be aware that I'll be having a vacation the Czech Republic but I was promised that Wi-Fi will be there so no worries about that
Love you all honnies <3
No Dynamo Metalfest for me [RANT!!!]
Posted 10 years agoSometimes I really hate myself. My mom and I argued about me going alone to Dynamo. She, as a mother should be ofc, was paranoid that metalheads would kidnap or some shit. So she forced my father to go with me.
Now... yesterday, the 5000th ticket was sold. In other words: sold out! And guess what I didn't do? I didn't manage to get a ticket for my dad. And guess what that triggered? If you guessed an argument... you are goddamn right.
So!! Now I feel too guilty to go and all the excitement has fallen flat and the throbbing metal erection has turned into flubber. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!
And also cut my hand on a glass shard today. Thanks Obama... fuck!!! *bangs head against the wall* Uuurgh... that hurts...
Now... yesterday, the 5000th ticket was sold. In other words: sold out! And guess what I didn't do? I didn't manage to get a ticket for my dad. And guess what that triggered? If you guessed an argument... you are goddamn right.
So!! Now I feel too guilty to go and all the excitement has fallen flat and the throbbing metal erection has turned into flubber. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!
And also cut my hand on a glass shard today. Thanks Obama... fuck!!! *bangs head against the wall* Uuurgh... that hurts...
I need some help!!
Posted 10 years agoJust like last time, I'm stuck while writing my story. This time, I need to describe one of my characters but every draft ended up in the garbage can cause it just didn't feel right!! AAAARRGGGHHH! ~!@$~!@$
Erhm... so! I'll ask my watchers to help me do it. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14412061/ This is the girl I want you describe as best as possible. As detailed as you possibly can~<3
Comment or note me what you came up with
Erhm... so! I'll ask my watchers to help me do it. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14412061/ This is the girl I want you describe as best as possible. As detailed as you possibly can~<3
Comment or note me what you came up with
PRE-RAFFLE WINNER ANNOUNCEMENT!!
Posted 10 years agoI was thinking about picking one I liked the most but I figured that this might stir up some emotions like "Oh it's because he's your pet" or "Cause you know her better than you do me" and all that stuff. So! To counteract that, I used www.random.org to generate a number. The number corresponds with your comment. Were you first? Number 1 for u!
And the number picked was: 8
Congrats to Minty-Fivestar! You just received 5 extra points for the upcoming raffle!!
All those who did not win, don't worry. You still got a shot. I'll make sure there will be enough points to distribute like with posting journals and such :3
And the number picked was: 8
Congrats to
Minty-Fivestar! You just received 5 extra points for the upcoming raffle!! All those who did not win, don't worry. You still got a shot. I'll make sure there will be enough points to distribute like with posting journals and such :3
LAST CHANCE!!
Posted 10 years agoI'll decide the winner of the pre-raffle today! This is your last shot at getting 5 points extra on the upcoming raffle! Follow the linky link below and maybe you'll win!!
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6878019/
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6878019/
OMG 1-year anniversary!! (RAFFLE ANNOUNCEMENT!)
Posted 10 years agoWell... 3 days after but still. 7th of July, 2014 was the date on which I was created along with Ryan by 
Melangetic
So! In celebration of this great occasion, I'll be organizing a raffle!! Dunno about what or when, but it will be a coming! :3
You can already enter through this journal! Have a shot at at least 5 numbers extra on top of the points you'll get in the actual raffle~
Comment below with a link to what you think is my sexiest picture :3 Dig through my gallery and pick one! (My other characters are allowed as well.) Then, when all are chosen, I'll choose randomly. And winner will get 5 points extra
Good luck!
Melangetic So! In celebration of this great occasion, I'll be organizing a raffle!! Dunno about what or when, but it will be a coming! :3
You can already enter through this journal! Have a shot at at least 5 numbers extra on top of the points you'll get in the actual raffle~
Comment below with a link to what you think is my sexiest picture :3 Dig through my gallery and pick one! (My other characters are allowed as well.) Then, when all are chosen, I'll choose randomly. And winner will get 5 points extra
Good luck!
Uhm... did I do something wrong?
Posted 10 years agoI've noticed a significant decrease in the comments I've been receiving. Barely anything I've posted lately managed to generate 1 comment. This also goes for my journals.
My question is: what did I do wrong? I'm really nice ;w; I swear
My question is: what did I do wrong? I'm really nice ;w; I swear
Hold up... 215?
Posted 10 years ago215 watchers... damn!!! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCHLY!! <3<3<3<3<3<3 I appriciate all of it and your support!!
Also a reminder: I'm still offering 5 metal albums. Check this: https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6860306/
Also a reminder: I'm still offering 5 metal albums. Check this: https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6860306/
Feeling very generous again
Posted 10 years agoDynamo Metalfest is coming closer and closer with each passing day. It's 14 days, 23 hours and 1 minute away from me to enjoy. 12:30 GMT +1 is when the party starts and it ends at 22:45 with ARCH ENEMY!!
So to celebrate this, I'm gonna give away more albums. Last time I had five albums and this time it'll be 5 albums :3 Taken straight from the albums in MP3 format and with 320 Kbits p/s (highest quality).
Caliban:
Ghost Empire (full album, 2014)
Rammstein:
Sehnsucht (full album, 1997)
Machine Head:
Unto the Locust (Deluxe album with 3 bonus tracks, 2011)
Dimmu Borgir:
Abrahadabra (Deluxe album, 2010)
Trivium:
Ascendancy (full album, 2005)
Interested? Comment below with what album(s) you would like and I'll note you~
So to celebrate this, I'm gonna give away more albums. Last time I had five albums and this time it'll be 5 albums :3 Taken straight from the albums in MP3 format and with 320 Kbits p/s (highest quality).
Caliban:
Ghost Empire (full album, 2014)
Rammstein:
Sehnsucht (full album, 1997)
Machine Head:
Unto the Locust (Deluxe album with 3 bonus tracks, 2011)
Dimmu Borgir:
Abrahadabra (Deluxe album, 2010)
Trivium:
Ascendancy (full album, 2005)
Interested? Comment below with what album(s) you would like and I'll note you~
Just an idea
Posted 10 years agoSeeing my sweet twin-tailed Princess declaring herself "Queen of the dance floor", I decided I should do something as well. So I got this crazy idea: I should become a Queen of Metal!!
And I already have a few ideas of what will be featured :3
Disturbed: The hoodie and the chains around the wrists and ankles
Trivium: The sword featured on the album "The Crusade"
Machine Head: A shield in the shape of their logo.
Carcass: Not sure yet
Dying Fetus: The throne featured on the album "Reign Supreme".
Exhumed: The chainsaw featured on the album "Gore Metal".
Behemoth: Not sure yet
Dimmu Borgir: Something with the mask of "Abrahadabra"
Death: Not sure yet
Venom: Not sure yet
Any suggestions?
And I already have a few ideas of what will be featured :3
Disturbed: The hoodie and the chains around the wrists and ankles
Trivium: The sword featured on the album "The Crusade"
Machine Head: A shield in the shape of their logo.
Carcass: Not sure yet
Dying Fetus: The throne featured on the album "Reign Supreme".
Exhumed: The chainsaw featured on the album "Gore Metal".
Behemoth: Not sure yet
Dimmu Borgir: Something with the mask of "Abrahadabra"
Death: Not sure yet
Venom: Not sure yet
Any suggestions?
My thingy is done~
Posted 10 years agoHope you all enjoyed the sexiest and cutest my pets could offer. Give them some love and a watch if you want. Each deserves much more love than they could ever get from me. :3
