The cracking echo of a whip ricochetted through the damp cellar. Whimpers and soft yelps followed those sounds and chains rattled against the stone wall. A single, small candle lit the confines of this space and cast haunting shadows across the walls and floor. "You were told multiple times..." a gravely voice growled. The shadow of an arm rose on the wall with a whip in hand before it cracked down. Another yelp escaped. "Not to take food without permission!" Another crack followed by another yelp. "I haven't eaten in four days... Please..." a young child's voice protested weakly. "That's because you were being punished for mingling with the other children when told not to." his voice thundered in the small room. Blood bubbled and streamed down her back. Old scars were now layered with new open wounds as he reached back with the whip once more. "I won't do it again!" she shouted as she wa
He ran his tongue over his lips, his pupils slowly shrunk back to their original size. He had tasted Humans before, but her, there was something more about her taste that stood out against the rest. Zalakai shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the stone wall as he inhaled deeply.Delectable.The single word crossed his mind quickly, and his leather pants felt tight around his crotch. He ran his hand over his growing length. Even for a short and quick taste, his body had a strong reaction to it. His cock throbbed against the leather and a soft pant left his lips. A sharp pain flashed in his temples, but he pushed it aside. He needed to calm down. Needed to assess the situation further before he jumped to conclusions.As predicted, it didn't take long for the red-head to escape her restraints and attempt to flee the confines of the room. He waited, his arms folded across his chest, while he leaned up against the wall on the other end of the corridor where an intersection caus
Humiliation. She could feel his eyes on her back, etched into her skin just as her scars were. For a moment, she thought she heard a sharp intake of breath from him, as if taken by surprise by what he exposed. Her hands gripped at the chains, but there was no use. Chained. Unveiled. Vulnerable. In the hands of a Demon, no less. "What are you waiting for?" She snapped. "Wrap up with the gawking and get this over with already." She hung her head, the lukewarm stone against her forehead as she shut her eyes. "Who did this to you?" The coldness in his voice shocked her. She lifted her head to peer back and became astounded by what she saw. His eyes were completely black. The irises. The pupils. All of it, coated in a thick blanket of pitch black darkness. At his temples were minor bumps protruding forth from his skin that had also darkened to a light shade of red. She turned her head away. "It doesn't matter." She said. "Tell me." He demanded. His shadow cast on the wall around her a
She practiced. Day and night. Most days go by without a single ounce of food. Yet, she continued as if death couldn't touch her. She was aware of the stares, though. The narrowed, judgemental gazes of her fellow brothers and sisters. There were murmurs among them. Tainted words that lingered in the back of her mind. They would echo. Bounce from one side of her mind to the other. On those days, she would disappear to her makeshift shack in the forest. Her haven. The scent of damp grass filled the small space. The early morning rain finally ceased and the grey clouds gave way to the first rays of morning light. However, the forest was silent. Eerily so. No birds sang their morning tunes. No rustle under the brush from rabbits, or the scurry of squirrels up trees. The forest was still. Karmina took a dagger and rested the tip of the blade into the small flame of a candle. She watched as the heat warmed the steel little by little until the edge gave off an orange hue. She pressed the b
It was brutal. Torture. Not just for Rayleigh, but for himself as well. He listened to her pant and moans. As much as she fought to keep herself silent, her body screamed otherwise. Naked before him now with a small, black vibrator on her clit held there by hands that extended out from the wall behind her. Two more hands tainted in black sulfur caressed her thighs, and another pair fondled her breasts. Zalakai sat on the edge of the bed and watched on. His cock practically pleaded to be freed from his pants and to be buried inside of her. He still hadn't a clue what his body was trying to tell him. The Exorcist he was to take care of, in his father's sense, annihilate her; burn her in the lava lake and watch her melt. Any proper torture and murder to suffice the Prince of Lust. And yet... "S-Stop this..." she panted. Zalakai's eyes narrowed as he looked her over again. Scars covered her body, but not as dark as the ones on her back. She had said nothing else about admitting her "Fat
The thread woven between her fingers dripped with ichor. Dense, black mist hovered around it, extinguishing any shred of light that dared to pass through it. She heaved an exhausted and remorseful sigh . "Does she not bode well?" A soft voice asked from her left. "No." Hecate replied as the thread faded from her grasp. "I am afraid this child is lost." "Every child becomes lost, but in time her feet will bring her back to the proper path." Another voice chipped in, slightly deeper in octave and stronger than the other. "I believe this time she is gone for good." Hecate said. She broke away from their formation and peered around her dimly lit temple. Sconces flared softly on either side of the aisle that lead to the stone steps of her altar. "What power does she wield?" Hecate turned to the soft tone of voice that belonged to Artemis. Two hounds sat at her feet. Still as statues, but their eyes shifted about. "It is Necromancy." Hecate informed her. Artemis looked away with disda
She waited. Her heart pounded in her chest from the built up anxiety and panic. Her body felt feverish, as if someone put her in an oven to roast her alive. And yet, she waited. Her thighs still trembled from the orgasmic aftermath. Juices still streamed down in her inner thighs. Still, she waited. If not for her loud heartbeat, the silence would have left her ears ringing. She shifted her heavy gaze left and right, but to no avail. As long as she was in chains, she would never feel freedom again. Footsteps on stone sounded from beyond the door and she held her breath. Soft, yet annoyed murmuring caught her ears as whoever approached the door stopped before it. Rayleigh strained to hear it, vaguely catching Zalakai's annoyed tone and another voice. Softer. Concerned, even. The door creaked open, with Zalakai the first to enter and the silver-haired man in the doorway. Now that she could focus after what happened between her and Zalakai earlier, she took in the details of the new De
Power surged through his veins. Dark and sinister magic sparked his nerves. His temples ached painfully as his horns protruded forth from them. The flesh over his shoulder blades tore apart as wings sprouted from them. Black and shimmering like a raven's. His leather pants grew tight as his cock hardened. He pulled himself away sharply and pushed Rayleigh back as he crawled backward until he pressed up against his bed. Rayleigh looked confused, if not a bit dazed, after the kiss. Once her eyes cleared up, they widened and looked him over. "What?" she asked breathlessly. "Don't come near me." he warned her, surprised at himself to hear a tremor in his voice. "No. What happened to you?" She said more sternly after she found her voice again. "I don't know." He told her honestly. "This doesn't normally happen." He said as he got to his feet and gave her distance. Rayleigh got to her feet next. "It happened before, though." She reminded him. He recalled the delectable taste of her