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~Sins of the Mother ~ {Shen}
« on: December 08, 2012, 10:40:41 AM »
~Sins of the Mother ~

 {Shen} ~ {kimbra_ailis}






[float=left][/float]It is many years after the mad ride of Maloch's folly, the return of the dragons and the routing of the Snuffhounds. Kari has been, alternately, nearly a goddess and roughly used slave/breeding animal to gods and monsters. Several of them her own damned offspring. Now, she is... well, herself. The dragon has left her it seems, as oddly as it began, left her a "normal" human woman, well still bred of a demon father so perhaps not normal, but a far cry from the queen-mother of all dragonkind.
 
She is in a cavern, far too large of a sprawling complex for one person but filled with a mass of considerable wealth, weapons and personal effects. There are signs that her children, if they can still be called such are about, the kinder and gentler metallic of them of any rate. They keep a distance, seemingly unsure of what, but aware that something has changed. Kari herself is also aware, possessed of a keen but not entirely understandable awareness that her darker, nastier and more powerful children feel the change in her as well. Rath, and the others will be coming, for her wealth, for her, perhaps for both. Her other children will fight for her, that is sure, but not without losses.
 
You suddenly very small in this cavern, the glitter of wealth no comfort for the sort of storm you feel coming.
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Re: ~Sins of the Mother ~ {Shen}
« Reply #1 on: December 08, 2012, 11:05:06 AM »
Name: Karianna Judik
•   Age: Appears 30ish... due to the emergence of her dragon heritage, she is considered 150 year old dragon
•   Build: athletic curves
•   Species: Demon/ Gold dragon   
•   Eyes: Blue… ranges in color from dark to light pending mood
•   Hair: Deep red hair   
•   Dress: Black leather Leather, dresses, skirts/pants, shirts
(see picture for a good idea of his physical appearance)   
•   Occupation: An acquirer   

 


                                                                       
•    Strength:               Average         
•    Speed:                   Above Average                                 
•    Agility:                   Above Average
•    Stealth:                  High                                     
•    Social skills:            Poor                                     
•    Intelligence:            Above Average                                     
•    Magic capability:      Poor                               
•    Magical Defence:      Poor                                       


Weapons: Long dagger. Boot knife. Several throwing knives.



Items:  Travel pack, several changes of clothes, rope, medical kit





Background:
Karianna grew up in a small village with her mother. She never knew her father or even his name. Her mother refusing to talk about it. Later she would assume that her mother had been raped. Around her eight summer, her mother passed away from an unexpected illness. It left her alone with no father and no family. She grew up fast after that.

The early teen years were spent dressed as a boy, running with a pack of street kids. There she learned to surivive, learned to steal, learned a number of less than legal tricks and trades. There came a point that she realized that being a common criminal was not going to work for the long term.

Karianna spent two years in the army. Learning how to defend herself. Learning how to fight. She became adapt at the bow, as well as can hold her own with the sword. Her best weapon was the battle axe, though it was not a weapon she found useful off field. After the army, she spent a number of years traveling. Growing a reputation for acquiring items. The means of those acquirement was not always legit.

These last few years she has returned closer to her home town. Traveling in areas that are considered valuable but too dangerous for locals to go. Sometimes she would track down kids who went too deep into the forests. Other times she would be hired to find certain healing herbs. She seemed to a natural immunity against the small population of demons that plagued the area. At least they were reluctant to engage her.

Not long after returning this area she began to feel like she was being watched. Dreams and nightmares would haunt her. Giving her glimpses of things she did not understand. Often forgetting the dreams as she woke in the morning. It has turned her into something of an insomniac. The dreams have started during the day light hours. Catching glimpses of things during her daily work. Because it started when she returned home, she has made the decision to once again hit the road.

Within the year of escaping the dungeon found a safe cave and territory. Kari gave birth to 12 eggs. From which hatched. 10 Males and 2 females:

Black Dragon Cystenn.... Blue Dragon Ryvvik... Brass Dragon Jorildyn... Bronze Dragon Garrik... Copper Dragon Cheyrth.... Green Dragon Lyklor... Red Dragon Darcassan... Shadow dragon Donatien.... Silver Dragon Teirist... White Dragon Rathal... Female Gold Dragon  Caerthynna.... Female Gold Dragon Fierya....

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Re: ~Sins of the Mother ~ {Shen}
« Reply #2 on: December 08, 2012, 11:07:43 AM »
[float=left][/float]Kari stood, just feeling herself. Feeling as lost now as she felt all those years ago after the last dragon had claimed her. Back then, she had been screaming that she was not a dragon. She was not a demon. That she was human. Now, everything in her felt human. She should have been happy about that, but so much had changed.
 
So had the world around her. Because of her, dragons once again roamed the earth. Her children, she had given birth to a brood. Some of them had been intent on showing their gratitude, or carrying on the breeding. Against many of them, she had been strong enough to resist.
 
Now… Now she felt so stripped. Stripped of all her armor and defenses. It was a strange feeling. She had gotten use to being more, and to be so human again was startling. Human did not entirely describe her, she knew her demon blood was left. Her father’s legacy. A horrible legacy of its own. He largely remained in the shadows of her life. Something she was aware of, but never really saw outside her dreams and memories that were not her own.
 
Her white dragon, her black dragon, her red dragon, her blue dragon… Now she even feared her bronze dragon, the fool had mated with a sphinx and the female had done a number on him. She wondered if the female still held his attention or if he was free upon the world. At least she did not have so much worry for her pair of daughters, gold dragons like herself.
 
Kari moved slowly. Picking through the items she had accumulated as a dragon. Things that had seemingly made her happy. Now, now it was nothing or nearly nothing to her. There were a few pieces of amazing armor. A few weapons. Talismans or charms that she thought would come in handy. Gold that would finance her for a while, but she was not greedy now.
 
Without the dragon in her mind the gold meant nothing to her. At least nothing that she could not earn again. It would give the dragons one more distraction, give her a little more time. Let them divide up her horde, part of her recognized it would be safe that. Should her dragon ever return, she knew exactly who had it and how to get it back. She was not sure exactly what she was going, but she knew she would not make this little adventure easy on her wayward children.


You manage to find most of what you need among the trove, some are easy to understand and use, blades, armor, money, instinct bids you to take some more complex items of unknown function, a few rings, some bracers and a decidedly morbid necklace of finger bones that you cannot seem to let yourself leave behind, the bulk of it goes into a handy portable hole along with the coins and likely some other random objects invariably among them, potions and ointments. As you finish up the hastened packing, there is a rumble, thunderous and heavy and the air in the cavern stirs bearing a light sulfurous scent... someone has arrived.... could be a brass of bronze..... might also be red..... you shiver slightly,  Darcassan would be bad so soon. You simply are not ready for him.


[float=left][/float]It was funny, many of these things had meant nothing to her beyond their rarity or the shiny look only days ago. There had been a deep satisfaction in collecting them. Years ago, she likely would have sold or ransomed them back to their owner. Instead she had horded them. Now she was walking away. In a sense she would be giving them to her children. That should have irritated her, but she had other things on her mind at the moment.

Darcassan and Rathal in the front of her mind. Darcassan was capable of getting what he wanted at nearly any time. He had been a struggle for her even when she had her dragon and had learned  how to use it. Rathal, she had kept him at bay, while cunning and ruthless, he lacked the power he needed to force her. It would not have surprised her if he had been the first one to come running, all she could hope was he was far enough away it would take a while. A similar prayer that her red son was as well. She had learned to deal with them as dragons, now she needed to figure out how to handle them when she was near human.

The rumble sent a shiver through her spine. Fuck she was out of time. Grabbing a few more items as she moved through the cavern. There was more than one way out. As well as she knew them, so did her children. She had raised them in this cave. After parting ways with her company she had searched for a safe place to raise her children, this had been the best she could find.

... Father... The impulse was still in her mind. Too many years of habit to pray to her father instead of proper gods.

There was a small consolation that none of her boys would kill her. No, that would end the fun for them. Unfortunately she no longer knew the limits of her body. Best to run and hide till she figured this and herself out a little better.


The instinctive entreaty to your dark father seems to have no response, a spike in your desire to flee that could be all too natural but also a small flicker of an impulse to go forward, to see which has come for you. The sounds echoing back to you from the caves forward are still ominous, cracks and groans, slivers of voice distorted by distance and reverb into a dissonant whispering that tugs at the edge of comprehension and goes no further.
 
Back deeper in the cavern is silent, and you know from the years that that way holds a grotto, a large pool of mountain water with twisting, submerged tunnels that lead out to the other side of the mountain. You have used them many times and know the way by heart, but as a dragon. You are not sure how your more human aspect would handle the long stretches. So forward, to possible fire and pain or back, to what might be a cold end or freedom.
 
As you consider these options, the voices twisting and bouncing about the cave become briefly coherent, a haunting sing-song cadence that is as chilling as it is unclear: "Come away little loss, come away to the water. To the ones that are waiting only for you. Come away little loss, come away to the water, away from the life that you always knew..." The voice is Garrick, but what is his song telling you?

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Re: ~Sins of the Mother ~ {Shen}
« Reply #3 on: December 08, 2012, 11:09:04 AM »
[float=left][/float]"...Garrick..." Turning to look at the entrance. She was a little surprised of all the siblings he was the first to come. Maybe she shouldnt be. He was always a little different. Maybe taking more after mom than dad. A free spirit and not entirely dragon like. To her knowledge shiny things and trinkets caught little of his attention until that sphinx.

She could not say she would be surprised if he had had known this was coming. Maybe that was cynical of her. Shaking her head slightly to dispel the thoughts and worries. She didnt have time for them.

His song lingered with her. The water was definitely the safest route. Or at least it use to be. She had to relearn what she was all over again. Sighing, she made the choice with him at the entrance, that was the fastest way to go. A last look around to see that she had everything. At nearly the tunnel, her eyes caught on a gold necklace, she stopped to pick it up. Something about it she liked, thought it would look good on his tanned skin.

"... Garrick, my son..." Soon she was greeting her bronze dragon.


He is there, in a human form albeit about 8 feet tall and utterly nude. His body is sun darkened, a deep gold-brown befitting his draconic nature, thick, muscled and strong. His hair is sun bleached and wild, hanging nearly to his buttocks, his fixes his gaze on you as you emerge, washed out green in hue at the moment, but intense and hard with a glimmer of madness.
 
"They will be coming.." he lilts, "They felt it, but I felt it first. The tunnel is darkening, mother, you should be in the water already, lungs burning. Running." He looks back over his shoulder, "Feir and Caer are going to cave it in, Jorildyn does not care for now, the rest of the metals are coming, but Rath, Lyk and Cyst will get here first, fighting each other as much as anyone else." He turns back to you, tilting his head. "Darc and Ryvvik come together and will pull the others in line. I see blood on gold if you remain, suffering and pain. The dark water and deeper darkness is the best now."
 
He looks at you, like a desert god and a lost child all rolled together.



[float=left][/float]There was a faint smile on her lips. She could not help herself as she took in her wild child. She wished she had more time. The fact that he came here first was likely the only thing that would save her a bit of of time. Kari hated to run, but there was little choice. While she had no qualms about killing she could not truly raise her hand against her own. Whether she was still dragon or not, these were still her young.

He told her what she already knew, but it was still chilling for the words to be spoken outloud. Rath, Cyst and Lyk could likely keep themselves busy for a while with their fighting. Violent and cruel, but they were selfish and did not share well. as much as she hated it, She thought she could keep them fighting amongst each other and away from her for a bit of time. Time she really did not have. It did not make her feel comfortable, but they would not kill each other. Time was the enemy, when her elder sons arrived. Darc and Ryvvik were leaders and logical as they were cruel in ways that were truly frightening.

Stepping forward, she went up on tiptoes to lay a kiss against his cheek. Stepping back a pace, she placed the necklace she had picked up around his neck. Looking at him a moment longer. Then she was gone

As much as she hated to, she turned to run back into the cavern. The Water would take her out of the cave, off the mountain and a good distance away. It was the fastest way for her to travel. Running, she was good at running. Her feet knew the way, carrying her over the ground. Mind made up, she didnt stop to think about it once the water was close. Mentally bracing herself, she drew a deep breath and launched herself into the water. Knowing it was not suicide, but praying that it was more effective than she dared hope.


The water is cold, chilled by the rock and darkness that you swim into. The water is clear and as you swim away from the light, color bleeds out of the world, switching into the grey shades of the dark sight, one of your paternal 'gifts' but a more useful one to be sure. You are not nearly as far along the tunnels as you would like to be before the burning starts, the need for air, you make yourself push back the sensation and press forward, skin numb already. It was not this hard before, trivial even and now you are not even halfway and already struggling. However, the fates seem to be at least slightly in your favor, as you reach the limit of your need to breathe one of the rings you selected flashes blue-green as you gasp in water and find it to be breathable, odd and not natural, but breathable.
 
You continue in the cold and monochrome world, the trip seemingly taking forever in human form, feeling cut off from the world: no sound, numb skin only grey rock and your own limbs sliding through shadow.
 


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Re: ~Sins of the Mother ~ {Shen}
« Reply #4 on: December 08, 2012, 11:12:07 AM »
[float=left][/float]Cold water... Cold water... Cold water... She didnt remember it being this cold, or this bad before. In minutes her body is going numb, feeling chilled to the  core. Rath made her feel a little like that sometimes, but never quite like this.

As she started to think that things could not get worse, they did. Her lungs slowly starting to burn. Starting to ache. A struggle almost impulse to get to the surface. The light drew her attention. Impulse reaching for it. Likely the difference between life and death. Although it did still feel a little bit like dying.

Even with the new ability to breathe, she tried not to do it often. The unnatural feeling of it making her so deeply uncomfortable. Trying to stay calm, she did her best not to struggle in the strong current and wear herself out. Letting this ride finish its miserably long course. She cursed slightly in her own mind. As much as she had hated learning she was a dragon, she hated being so completely human again. No that was not entirely true, she was not entirely human, but then she did not entirely know hat she was anymore either.


Cold inside and cold outside now that the water has penetrated you, surrounded by a darkness, a stillness that seems to enter you as well with each vile breath. At first you chalk it to imagination, to fear perhaps, but you now realize that even the grey hues of dark vision are fading, slowly and inexorably blotted out by a hungry darkness, you swim faster as the sight fades, striving to find your way but nothing looks familiar anymore, landmarks you follow are not to be found and behind you only inky black even as the way ahead narrows to a pinprick of night and then even that is gone.
 
You cannot even feel the water, all is cold, all is black and then the monsters in your mind begin to chew, roused by the isolation your fears lurch upward in force and tear at you. At first broad and sweeping, loss, failure and then more vivid and visceral fears, the hounds, your offspring, even dark and nasty fears of Jess and Kimia....



[float=left][/float]In so many ways, the darkness had always been her friend, had always been her nightmare. She possessed dark vision which helped her to  hunt at night. Track demons, hunt animals, seek out artifacts. The night cloaked her actions and her intents.

On the other hand, the dark was also her enemy. She was prone to day dreams. Prone to nightmares. Sometimes at the worse possible moment. Almost as if her mind's control was rested away from her. They had been  less frequent with the pregnancy, but she should have known they would return with a vengeance.With the knowledge that she was not human, or entirely human, she wondered if that had something to do with it. She had never asked a demon before killing it. Somehow she thought this had something to do with the fuck job her father had done on her mother.

The blackness and coldness filled her. Fear she really hadnt felt since the snufflehounds. Those canines had done a number on her. Not in the same way the ancient dragon had, but it was no less devastating. No less destructive. It had been trying to kill her, if not for her dragon form, it would have too. If the fear hadnt spiked enough to allow her body to change, gods she prayed for that now. Even as she knew it was lost to her.

Somehow the dragon was lost. She was the mother of dragons, but she could no longer shift. That was a cruel joke. Her children chasing her. She had the knowledge that they would not kill her. They had waited too long for this day. Many of them she had been able to fight off for quite awhile now. Some of them, had found mates or fuck toys that were simpler than chasing her tail. It seemed that her weakness called them home. The home she had tried to run from.

... father... not the first time the thought crossed her mind. Gasping for a breath, she felt like she was drowning, even as she knew she was not. The charm was helping her to breathe, even as her mind and body rebelled. Casting herself deeper into the darkness and desperation. Trying to lift her hand to her mouth to stop herself from screaming suddenly.


Outside your body and mind, dark, cold and brutal silence, you cannot be sure you are even swimming anymore.
 
Inside your mind horror, fear and pain have their way with you. As though all the floodgates holding your innermost demons were wrenched apart all at once and the nightmares set loose to dance and frolic in your mind, and a bloody and horrid dance it is. The images and dark phantasms take all your fears and failures and magnify them a thousand-thousand times worse, even things you succeeded at appear, but twisted into failures or further depravities: a first kiss transformed into a violent and bloody shredding of mouths or the first tender explorations of affection changed into a brutal rape.
 
 
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[/float]Friends and allies hurt and betray you where they formerly helped, enemies and foes were larger, stronger and vastly more cruel and sadistic in their defeat of you. It becomes harder and harder to separate the truth of events from the horror-enhanced doppelgangers, the growing litany of defiling and predation of your psyche.
 
Then a voice breaks through, deep and cold and powerful, like ice-water on fevered flesh. "Karianna. Wake." The command irresistible or the desire to escape those thoughts so potent that you do, like a sleeper waking from nightmares, drenched in cold sweat, water or both. Every part of your body aching and raw, a puddle of watery bile next to you as though you had thrown-up a great deal. The place is very warm, quiet but not silent. Several paces away is a large form, a silhouette really. Male, more than twice your size, mostly humanoid. A cut-out of black velvet with seething-hot embers for eyes gazing directly at you
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Re: ~Sins of the Mother ~ {Shen}
« Reply #5 on: January 15, 2013, 03:57:40 AM »
[float=left][/float]There was no doubt that Kari’s mind was a horrible place. One that tormented her, tortured her. Twisted everything she knew. Every memory till the truth was so blurred and blackened. Unrecognizable. She had lived with this reality since she was a child. The fact that she had survived her childhood was a small miracle. Likely this was the price she paid for surviving. Vulnerable and a victim at a whim.

Gasping softly as she woke from the blackness, her eyes wild, searching around the room. Her eyes falling on the figure feet away for only a moment before another gasp and her body is trying to vomit again. Coughing softly as she pushed herself up to her hands and knees. It seemed  she had the worse of the water from her lungs, but her body was in protest. It didn’t seem like it new how to breath air again.

With the path of her life, a silhouette in the darkness was not all that uncommon. Although it was more common for her to fall into sleep rather than wake from a nightmare. Then again there was no way for her to know if she was truly awake. She could still be trapped. Her mind was a strange and shattered place. Prone to nightmares and daymares in the worse possible time. It was nothing for her to lose hours at a time, or for her life to change in the blink of an eye.

Instinctively her hand closes around her knife, yet she didn’t get off her knees quite yet.  There was a strange feeling of safety, but that never stopped her before from attacking him.  Strange she usually spent these moments trying to kill him. Strange because her life was usually being saved, not threatened. Breathing was still a little erratic for her, a reminder that she was once again human. Or at least as human as she could be.

… Father… The thought as much instinct as a prayer

Starting to push herself to her feet. A little weak, but it was fade with time. She expected the same with this. This never lasted long, a few minutes before she would wake up again. As if when she gained her strength, her mind would release her from this strange reality she found herself in.  Quietly watching the male, feeling dwarfed by the size of him. 


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[/float]"You may believe either, that you are here or that you are dreaming, and drowning, in a cave deep within the mountain, hunted and helped by the sons that would fuck you or the daughters that would take your place as Matron. It matters not." One voice, but with so many layers it makes your temples throb and bones ache. Perversely not entirely unpleasantly. "In either case, you will not be waking up from it, daughter." Since everything he has ever said to you has sounded as though there was threat in it, you cannot be sure if you are being threatened now.
 
The form turns, ruddy light and shadows shifting to gleam or backlight details for your hungry eyes: horns, claws, muscled flesh under stretched leather in places, exposed in others but clearly designed with opposite values than the surface world in that the leather covers the innocuous flesh of the chest, arms, thighs while showcasing the sexual characteristics, taut ass, pierced nipples and, intimidating even while languid, his calf-thick cock and softball-sized sac. You feel yourself flush, embarrassed or aroused or both in measures best not contemplated too closely. Beyond him, hard to focus on, is a large table set for two, covered in lavish fare of food and drink fit to tempt and delight the richest of palettes. Like him or hate him, he always knew how to host a get together.
 
"Come, sit, eat, drink. Then we may talk of your fate in this." You lay there, staring, warm and cold from this place and the echo of the icy waters. You know that you can have new dry clothes here with but a thought, or even dry those you wear. But you also know they will be... influenced.. by the rules of this place into garb of the fetishistic, sex and violence flavor so cherished here.





[float=left][/float]His voice had always deeply effected her. Feeling the tone and words to her core. As if he can touch things inside of her body and mind. It was almost impossible to believe that she was not dreaming. Considering she had spent more than three decades waking from these kind of situations, only to find they were dreams.

... Daughter.... The word sent a shiver down her spine. Gasping softly.

He turned toward her. Getting her first good look at him. Him stepping out the shadows in her mind for the first time in her memory. Giving her, her first look of what exactly she was descended from. Her mind frantically trying to place what kind of demon he was. She had hunted demons for much of her life and had much experience. although no experience with the likes of him.

Kari had spent more than thirty years waiting to come face to face with her father. The man whom had always been in the shadows of her life. Whom had saved her life numerous times over the years. The one her mother had given her life so that Kari would be free of him. Yet she was never free of him, even as this was to be their first true face to face since her childhood.

It was hard for her mind to wrap around that this was reality.

"... father..." Barely whispering. Acknowledging him aloud.

Slowly, Kari pushed herself to her feet. Her off hand pressing her mess of red hair out of her face. The red length was still waist long and heavy with water. Her eyes were a dark blue in shade. Dancing over his impossible large form.

While the logically question might have been, where was she? Or how did she get here? Yet the experiences in her life had taught her the briefest moments they were together, it was always he that had pulled her too him. In one way or another, she knew it to be the true. She also had a sense that he might be the only one able to shield and protect her from her sons.

Karianna stepped forward, her hand not quite leaving her blade. While he had spent much of her life protecting her, she knew her mother had run for a reason. The father of her children had entertained her with tales of her father and mother. The torture and abuse he had subjected her to. Breeding her. That was what it had been too, some kind of breeding program. For years without end. Kari being the last in the line.

Wishing herself and clothes dry. At least willing to put that much behind her. Tentative in her approach of him and the table, even as the sight and scent of the food was calling to her. Making her stomach growl softly. 



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[/float]The being that the rest of the world knows as Graz'zt, whom you know as a father, twisted and cruel, note merely a lord of Demons, but nearly a God in power and reach, most assuredly here in a realm that is his and his alone. His domain that of Tyrants, despots, guile and debauchery. All of them in high evidence in his, relations, with your mother and his cultivation of you in visions, dreams and nightmares. He seems to pay you little attention as he moves to the great table and pulls out a chair, gesturing with a taloned hand for you to take that place.
 
Your mental prompt for dry skin and clothes works, albeit at the cost of any modesty, not that you have had much use for that emotion in this life. The material shifts and tightens as it dries, smooth and supple leather drawn taut across your belly with quarter-cups that lift and separate your breasts while covering nothing of them, the soft hide of your breeches also tightens, parting in front and back to reveal and frame your sex and ass, the bands left up the hips merging with the top becoming a sort of skin tight, supple leather bustier and leggings. Your comfortable boots also are affected, shifting into a nearly hazardous pair of stiletto boots that while more than a little painful to stand in you seem to have no trouble balancing in. You are thankful for the dim lighting and heavy shadows, even though you know he can see in it just as clearly as you can, it grants you a bit of delusional obscurity. On the other hand, the pain of the boots does make it much more difficult to resist the lure of the offered chair and by proxy, the food.
 
The seat is as comfortable as you expected, in this realm of wicked contrasts, the food and drink heady and rich and decadent in the extreme. A heavenly table spread in the depths of hell, it warms you in ways food alone should not do.
 
He sits across from you, still and silent, content to allow to eat and drink as you will before expecting discourse. While he undoubtedly knows of the food and drink having other effects, his posture and expression display none of it, seeming to have other, more serious thoughts occupying his mind for the time being. So the raw, hellish waves of sensuality flowing off him are passive at the moment. Hopefully you can get out of here before his more somber concerns are satisfied. Well, sort of hopefully, which is a bad sign.



[float=left][/float]Any sense of modesty that Kari might have had in her life, had been finally and thoroughly destroyed after the rapes of sons. While she was raised as human and had many of the human's sense of morals and ethics, those compasses had eroded over time. At first it had been the knowledge that she was not entirely human. Later it was the knowledge that she was not human at all. Neither of her parents had any human in their lineage.

As her clothes changed, she felt a slight flush but little else. Maybe before the birth of her children she would have been more uncomfortable by the exposure in front of her own father. After the incest with her own children, her father was of little consequence to her. Or at least that was what she tried to tell herself as her eyes struggled to stay above his hips.

The discomfort of the boots drove her to the table as much as his invitation or the food. Needing to get off of her feet. She was use to comfort and the pain was a little discerning. While she was not a stranger to pain or afraid of it, her mind naturally avoided discomfort if it could be helped. Tentatively, she moved to sit down. 

While she had dined with nobles and kings before. Numerous times over her life in order to gain an item or information or finish a job. The food had always been amazing... The food served now, in comparison was mind blowing. Truly rich and amazing. Making her realize how long it had been since she had such food. such a meal. Moaning softly at the first bite. Eating in silence for several minutes.

"... why now?" Asking softly.
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Re: ~Sins of the Mother ~ {Shen}
« Reply #6 on: February 03, 2013, 10:32:25 AM »
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[/float]You know he is watching you eat, listening, but he says nothing nor does he partake of the meal himself. When you finally speak, his multi-layered voice replies "Because you are still a useful pawn in the game, ill used either in drowning or being killed by your brood." He reaches out to take a goblet from the table, drinking deeply of it. "Now, why the Powers opted to strip you of the Primal Dragon, that is a mystery even to me. For now. Dragons are loose in the world again, they spread and breed and meddle in many affairs, the Gods of old have been silenced leaving a power vacuum save for a single unknown upstart, Quick witted beings like myself have seized the reins in many places formerly held by those Gods, the realm is still in chaos, discord and confusion as those domains are fought over and carved anew. As I understand it, several mortal being have even entered the game, either by design or by accident grabbing up the mantle of some fallen god or another, but then Nature does abhor a vacuum."
 
He stops, having said the most words you ever recall hearing from him and the most open information you have heard in a while that bears more weight than hearsay or fireside musings of travelling companions. You know he has an agenda as well, one you may not even be able to comprehend, but nothing shared so far has the ring of a lie. Many layers are hidden, you know, but still. It means something. His black eyes gaze deeply into yours, measuring somehow. "What will you do next?" Such a simple sounding question, but you feel the crossroads in it, that your words will resolve his role in some way, you may be damned no matter the choice but you seem to at least free to choose which road to hell you will take, but then, you mused inwardly, sitting here, you are already there.




[float=left][/float]His words confirm what she had always known. He would not easily allow her to die. Not from causes, not from beasts. His hand was far reaching and he had always kept his eye on her, at least in the peripheral. She did not believe that it was out of paternal instinct or love. She never had illusioned that he had truly loved her. She was useful to him, as her mother had been.

It was a surprise to her to hear the confirmation that she truly had been stripped of her dragon. In the past she might have been happy about it, but those was naive times. She had long learned to rely on the amazing beast and the power that came with it. Its absence was strange and difficult for her to mentally deal with it.

Long Kari had known the consequences of their time in the dungeon maze. That their choices had essentially stripped the land of the old gods. In theory six months had passed in the real world while her companions and she attempted to survive the trials and rapes of that place. When faced with a choice, they had made it, not for good or bad, but for change. Maybe if they had stopped to think, they would have realized that Nature would never allow a vacuum. Although after everything they had been through, change and shift had seemed a good outcome.

.... Now was the time to see if they had made the right choice....

"... survive..." Kari responded easily. Actually smiling for the first time in his presence.  "... as I have always done..."

Taking a small sip from her own glass. "... I want my dragon back..."

Never had Karianna been one to covet power or position. Even her life long job had mad her a pawn for others. She had been at the mercy of others whims for her. She coveted her life and her sense of freedom. Even now she did not aspire to become one of those powers or fill an absence. Was that why her dragon had been stripped? That she had refused to truly fulfil the role of Matron of Dragons. She had birthed the brood, protected and raised them. Sent them out into the world to breed. And breed they had, although she was not yet certain any had taken to leaving their own brood alive yet. The fickle males more inclined to rape and kill than breed and multiply.


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[/float]"Survival..." he lets the word trail off, you speak of wanting the dragon back. "Ambition, albeit watered down. daughter, to merely survive. Tsk. You had many brothers and sisters that merely wanted to survive, the saddest of which got what they wanted." He gives a look again, part measuring and part smoldering passion that makes you squirm in your seat before you even process it, in a deadpan, "How badly do you want it back? I need not remind that your offspring, the ones that thrive anyway, have very strong passions for what they want. I think you understand, so I will not beat this horse for you."
 
He turns then in the chair, splaying his cloven-footed legs more than a little and showcasing the formidable assets you have been trying to not look at. "You can be pulled along with the tide and the passions of others will carry you onward with little control of your course and none of your destiny, you can show some want, some naked need and gain control of how you get there if not where you go. Or, you can want, need and give up some control of how in exchange for a change in destination."
 
On this last option, if it can be called that, he gestures to the floor between his legs and no doubt in your mind that he refers one of the oldest displays of submission and deference. A lewd smile, "I see only three paths Karianna. Choose before time chooses for you."



[float=left][/float]Kari moved to stand  up. In the shoes, it was painful. Maybe if she had thought it through, it would have been simpler to slide out of the chair and drop to her knees, but then, she had never been one for the easy route. The shoes ensured that she could not be on her feet for long, but that was fine. Moving to close the scant distance between her father and herself. To stand in the place he had indicated she should drop to her knees for him.

Instead of dropping to her knees in submission as he so gestured to. Her butt caught the edge of the table. Pushing herself up on the table edge, the dishes scattering behind her. One booted foot coming up to rest on the leather of his thigh. Working to keep her eyes on his face and not glance down at the precarious position of their bodies. While there was no doubt that she had played the good little pawn in her life, she did not play an easy victim... Even for her father...

Her father was not the only demon or power that had coveted her over the years. There were those that caused her pain. Those that raped and used her. Each of them, she had made them pay for their transgression. Often in death, or so they wished they had died. Her sons had felt her wrath from time to time, albeit a bit watered down as she could not possible contemplate truly hurting them.

"I... have... survived... quite well..." Pointing out her voice soft, edgy.

Maybe saying survive was a modest word for her. It was true, even before the dragon, she had done very well for herself. Had she retried from her wondering, she could have lived a good life among nobles of one kingdom or another. Yet she was a restless soul. Looking for her next job, choosing the small village life to the constraining city. When she fled from her sons, she gave up much of her fortunes and mass to her young, but even now she was in position to live a good life.

"What do you know about getting my dragon back?" Trying to control her voice enough that it did not sound like she was purring, even if he did have an unexpected effect on her body and mind.
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Re: ~Sins of the Mother ~ {Shen}
« Reply #7 on: February 24, 2013, 07:20:53 AM »
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[/float]He watches you move toward him, his handsome face stern and disciplined but his eyes glittering with an unwholesome interest and despite himself, his massive horse-shaming maleness pulses and shifts at what he sees, thickening and lengthening visibly in the few seconds it takes you to close the distance.

As you reach that spot, your ass taking the place of the served food on the table, an incendiary smile spreads across his face. Your booted foot on his thigh, legs thus splayed slightly giving him a lewd display of yourself. "I see you have survived, my Karianna. And developed quite sweetly for your efforts, though you do seem to have many holes, aching to be filled." You cannot help but wince slightly, if only inwardly at this comment so obscene on the surface but displaying a deeper meaning and referring clearly to the things missing within. Holes still gaping and raw where your life has roughly torn them out. "I imagine I can stuff to bursting, one or two."

"Your dragon." He lunges forward suddenly, His powerful left thigh pushing your booted right leg into a deeper splay, the foot caught tight against his leathers while his right arm clamps powerfully about your left leg, just above the knee and spreads you further. His height thus that even with you on the table his cock nearly hits you in the face, the proximity of it stuns you as though it actually had as it triggers a myriad of involuntary responses.

He crouches then, his other arm taking the place of his thigh to keep you spread and pinioned as he shifts positions with a fine grace belying his size, his large face now tantalizingly close to the apex of your splayed legs. His eyes are on your face, those deep dark dangerous pools locked with your own. "I know that power, the mantle of what defines Godhood for dragonkind my daughter. The will that bound it to you has finally faded, leaving that power un-anchored and drifting. You could seek it out, get it back. With my help, finding it will be swift. Binding it requires a select pedigree, yours and your brood. Once they arrive and sort out what has occurred, I figure it will take several days for even the canniest of them to track the unbound shard."

"Time passing so much faster here, that gives you..." He pauses in mock calculation for a figure he clearly already knows. "Some 9 months to find some suitable means of payment for me helping you become a God, before one of your offspring does, the most ambitious and aggressive of them having the advantage over the others in that race."

At that question, your devilish daddy licks your sex in a slow languid motion. The one lap enough to make your body buck and spasm in thought-destroying paroxysms, a pleasure so sharp and intense it actually hurts exquisitely even as it delights relentlessly. Sounding muted and strange through the blood pounding in your head: "Any ideas what you can offer me?"




[float=left][/float].... my Karianna.... The words cause her to shiver. Feeling it deep in her mind and soul.

"Father!!!!" Screaming, the name ripped from her throat.

Kari cried out as she felt her fathers tongue stroke her. Her body was racked by the unbelievable pleasure. Intense, thought destroying, toe curling. Her arms moved to catch on the edges of the table, bracing herself. It arched her back and breast, further displaying her breast. Spreading her thighs wider for him, although she kept her feet somewhat together in front of her. Maybe her boots still seeking the leather of his pants. Maybe a nearly forgotten lesson that her mother always told her a lady crosses her ankles.

Slowly she became aware of his demand for payment. Demand an exchange for his help. There was no doubt in her mind that he could help her. That his help would be valuable. Likely it would be costly too. Still panting, she couldnt help the moan that escaped her lips. Chest rising and falling quickly in a soft pant. Feeling herself getting wetter that single touch had nearly drove her insane. As sick as it was, she wanted more.

"... I am your daughter... " The voice should have conveyed outrage and disgust at the taboo, yet there was nothing but wanton lust.

That should have been reason enough for him to help her, and sometimes in the past it had been enough. Kari could  not deny that he had often been there for her. Whether she had wanted him to or not. He had leant his help often over the years, even in small ways. If she had nothing to give, she knew he would likely do it again. At the moment, he surely had something in mind.


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[/float]His black eyes gaze at you, suddenly cold and empty making another sort of shiver ripple through you, his lower face obscured by your body his words come from between your legs, close enough to feel the breath of them. "Yes. My Daughter. Always Mine. Lost and drained and powerless. More Mine than ever it seems."

That cold, now icy and biting seems to spread through your body making it dull and insensate, gross movement difficult and painful, heated needles dripping acid spearing through muscle, and fine motion, graceful motion is impossible. Perhaps most horrible, that lust does not abate, rather the helplessness seems to make it stronger, sharper. The want grows into need even as your body pales and stiffens, a visible patina of frost spreading across your breasts even as your cunt gushes anew with another orgasmic discharge, The spasming and contracting of mostly frozen muscles causing hellish agony even as the pain seems to make you more aroused, cum harder. Your own breathe fogs the warm air as your body both freezes and racks in endless orgasmic release. The violence of the conflicting stimulous twists you around to face down on the table, you cannot feel your limbs save for pain and yet know your are spreading yourself, silently begging to be fucked, some primal level insisting that a cock, that the cum of another might warm your freezing core.

The new view of the table, once covered with fine foods, fills you with horror that does nothing to inhibit the icy-lust. The table is covered in frozen shards, frothy pink spears of ice as though bloody water was used to make them. Atop the table and along the edges are other people, men and women of all ages. Frozen in the ice, penetrated in mouths, asses, nostrils, sex and urethrae with he pink ice. Their eyes are wide and tortured, showing only pain, lust and utter madness from untold years, or centuries of such torment. You somehow know, hard as it is speak, that you have perhaps only moments to express yourself before the growing cold lust fills you with ice, pain and endless carnal need.



[float=left][/float]"Daddy!!!" Crying out. Only in the deepest part of her mind had she ever uttered the so much more intimate name for her father. The sound was ripped from her throat.

The endless orgasms drove her insane. Highly sensitive even as her body was completely failing her in any meaningful way. It was  unlike anything she had ever been through. Her son's had exotic tastes. Strange kinks. Harsh demands. Nothing quite like this.

"Iiii..." Her body arching painfully as another orgasm rolled through her. Stealing her breath and mind. "Daddy... wait... wait...."

Another violent shiver went through her body. Closing her eyes. Already physically exhausted, she was desperate to catch her breath. "... please..."

The self assertion she had started to feel was completely destroyed. Mewling softly, submissive. Begging for her father's help, even as she knew it was him that was tormenting her. He was the reason her body was exposed and waiting for him. She knew he could give her relief. H was the only one that could. In man ways he was the only one in her life that had ever watched out for her. Maybe in her own way, she trusted him. Likely fool hardy to trust a demon, but it didnt stop her this time.

"oooohhh god!!!!" A low rumbling as she rode the next orgasm, her thoughts eroding away.


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Re: ~Sins of the Mother ~ {Shen}
« Reply #8 on: April 01, 2013, 03:21:07 AM »
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[/float]As the bitter cold takes root, the mind shattering orgasmic sensations ebb, no, not ebb they stay but never peak, holding raw and vicious on the edge of release but never tipping over. It is like hanging upon the very edge of release, quivering for it, desperate for it, but not quite getting it. This would be hell, hanging upon the precipice of orgasm, unable to move, to breath, knowing the next touch be it loving caress, the back of a fist or even the edge of a blade, in tenderness or in rage would bring that release.

But it does not come, and you do not cum. He watches you through the ice that both glazes and penetrates your face and body, filling holes both intrinsic and new and thrumming horribly in the eternal near-orgasm. His voice is still flat, "Daddy. Wait. Please. God. My dear, you are a God no longer and thus I need not please you to get what I want from you."

Time blurs, your assertion fades, sometimes he is there watching, others he is gone, the mewling submission is worse when he is not in sight or when other beings come around, monstrous and awful demons that rape those near you, letting you watch, feel the vibrations and the hear the struggling gasps, feeding your torment but not taking you. The lust and the time and the bitter edge of no release conspire, making you want things that would likely otherwise disgust you if only be allowed to cum.

Events slide, your frame of reference drifts, you are sure you go utterly mad again and again, It should ease, or peak or do... something... you scream, cry, beg, curse, think of sexy things, horrible things, nothing changes that foul raw edge and it hurts on so many levels. What feels very much like a thousand thousand years passes, then you are looking into His eyes again, you know you cannot but speak, but that he will hear you think... now if only you can stay lucid amid the ecstatic pain and agonizing pleasure.




[float=left][/float] In her life Kari had been raped in a lot of ways by a lot of creatures. a few were even her sons. She had been, tortured, raped, killed once. Never anything like this had occurred to her. To sit on this edge for hours and days and months.

... Daddy....   The desperate tone to my thoughts.

Daddy... touch me... Daaaaddy... Please just touch me... Mewling. The thought came nearly unbidden. Desperate.

Kari was painfully aware of the lesson her father was teaching her. He had given her the chance to submit to him. To crawl to him, to settle in at his feet. To give herself over to him. In some ways she was her mother's daughter.

Vision swimming black.

Thoughts scattering to the winds. Sex. rape. Violence. Her dragon. Father. Dragons. Pleasure. Daddy. Fuck. Pain.

Trying to hold onto her thoughts. Desperately needing to cum. Needing fucked. Needing her daddy. Needing her dragon. Willing to do just about anything to get her dragon back. eve if it meant fucking her own father. Fucking her sons. It didnt matter. She couldnt live this mortal anymore


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[/float]He is sitting before you, you have no sense of motion or change, just one breathe you are transfixed and impaled on cruel ice of endless lust without release and the next you are on a hard chair, sex and ass deeply impaled by thick wooden phalloi holding you transfixed in a different way and forcing a very straight posture, your feet not quite reaching the floor and your arms hang, limp and numb at your sides. It hurts, but that raw brutal edge of lust is still there, throbbing and coiling violently inside your body, looking for any way out, any way to express.

"You hold onto that desire, it consumes you utterly, and I approve of such devotion to a cause. I will help you get what you seek, but there is a price as there was before, but one more steep to reflect your powerlessness of this time. I will have your soul and you will offer it freely that I might control you even after you become a Goddess again. Refuse and you will remain at the table of unfulfilled desires. You may speak."

Your stiff throat releases, lips, tongue and face are freed from whatever horrible paralysis bound them, your mouth is dry, and the muscles ache and the unbidden certainty comes that you have been sitting open mouthed in a posture of wide mouthed, tongue extended offering for who knows how long, silently begging for nearly any sort of penetration. You are sure you will only be able to muster a rasping whisper as things are. He waits, watching, dressed as before and the details are as irresistible as water to one dying of thirst, you are a near-mindless animal of need by this point, but only only able to move the head and speak with difficulty while gazing raptly at such an example of what you ache for.



[float=left][/float] He was demanding her soul as payment. It was a bit of a shock. Or it would have been if she could have thought straight. It was a steep price. A high price. She didnt think it was because it was what he really wanted, but because he could make the demand. make her give it to him.

The first sound that escaped her lips was a moan of plain, or was that a whimper of pleasure. Her mouth was finally free, although that was only more pain. Feeling so stiff. Everything so slow to respond. Struggling to respond, to try to think

... Half... The thought whispered through her mind.

"....half..." Barely whispering.

Kari had no idea how they would split a soul. Still she felt her father had played her like a puppet most of her life. Whether that was true or just her perception, it was difficult to say. There was a flicker of awareness that she did not have a choice. Not really. He held her at the edge. An edge she desperately needed to come off of, whether she fell or was rescued. All she could try to do was negotiate for a bit of freedom, knowing that it would only be by his mercy... if her father had any mercy. In the back of her mind she always knew she would give him the whole if that was the only way to escape.


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Re: ~Sins of the Mother ~ {Shen}
« Reply #9 on: April 17, 2013, 04:45:47 AM »
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[/float]"Half. Your lips say half, but you know the lie of that." his velvet acid voice pauses. "But perhaps you do not fully understand just yet how long it has been, how much closer those others are to your prize... how much you need my aid." He gestures, the careless splay of fingers loosing a swirling dark disc of black with hazy edges to float before your eyes. At first there is little to see, just rippling blackness, but then a hazy form suspended in the dark, humanoid, dead pale flesh torn and eaten away in places to reveal the bones beneath, hair floating in a dark nimbus about the obscured face that gradually comes into view: Even magical lust, no matter how pervasive is beaten back albeit only temporarily by the sobering and horrible moment of gazing into ones own dead face, pale and cold and still, one eye wide and clouded the other a cave in ragged tissue and revealed bone, a flicker of silvered motion as small, toothy cave fish emerges.

"My way is the only way back, unless you have a necromancer on call." He goes silent, either moving away in some respect or more likely it is that retreats within for a time, grappling with inner demons and the question, is he showing you what is, or what suits? No easy answers, the damned ice-lust begins to creep back in, well, more lunge and muddy your thinking once again, it is almost a boon from the painful thoughts and images, tempting to drop into the more immediate torment of sexualized pain. But what is chosen, what is true?

As if hearing the debate, "Karianna, I have found that lies never quite cut as deep as the truth. You, the mere human girl, were not strong or swift enough to escape through the caves. Give me what I demand, and I will see to it that you get a second chance in the flesh."




[float=left][/float]Blinking slowly as she he called her. Half would never be enough. He had her where he wanted her and there was nothing she could do but agree. Still she hesitated. Hesitated enough that he began to reveal something to her. Something that shocked her to her core.

... demons lie... The thought drifted to her. Even as she knew her father didnt. At least not to her. Granted their conversations in the past had been few and infrequent. It was an almost instinct, a voice in her mind that whispered. His own words echoing that last thought.

It was funny... she had fought so hard to be human. Had denied the dragon to the very end. Refused to believe it until her stomach had started to swell with the pregnancy. She wanted to be human. Couldnt be dragon, couldnt be demon.

... Now... she refused to believe she was just human. She was her father's daughter.

... That was why he had come.... all of her life, her father had stayed in the fringes of her life. Only appearing in her darkest hours. She didnt think her losing her dragon alone was enough to bring him face to face with her... Her sons catching her... Catching her as only human...

"... Yes.... Daddy...." Barely whispering.

She didnt deal in magick. Didnt know any necromancer. Without her father, there was no coming back. Honestly she was not sure how long he could hold her spirit here either. He had brought her back from death before with the help of gods. She knew he could do it, and she would pay a heavy price.


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[/float]"That a girl..." The icy chill gripping you ebbs suddenly, as though some unseen anchor has fallen away to be replaced with a nearly overwhelming enervation, once again dangling upon the precipice of release, the rippling and rising pulses of sensations again blinding and disorienting you, scattering thought like leaves in a tempest.

It is nothing, a mere footnote to what comes next. Your pre-orgasmic travails are suddenly ended in a cataclysmic surge of sharpness, heat and penetrating wetness, your near frozen sex flanked by hard, sharp hardness and molten metal flowing and writhing inside your spasming cunt. Nearly as a single burst of information you realize you are orgasming, like each and every one during your torment had somehow been stored and released now in surging and overlapping waves, some place in the flood, you also are aware that your father is between your legs as they splay across his shoulders, he is holding you aloft, his mouth clamped to your nether lips, teeth framing them and tongue playing deeply in places no mortal being could reach, something slides up your ass, intensifying the rampaging feelings that tear at you.

You are getting warmer and warmer, hot to the touch even as though a fire has been lit inside and is spreading through you, things are changing, shifting, awaking and expanding. Something is happening, but you cannot sort out all the signals burning and searing across your awareness at the moment, there is only the release and a screaming, gibbering voice half-mad with pleasure that you eventually identify as your own.




[float=left][/float]It was a little sick that she got a warmth and a thrill as her father praised her. Those simple words going straight through her body. Eyes blinking as she looked up at her father. A face she had seen a hundred times over the years. Always in the shadows. Now she saw him in his full glory in his domain.

The pure violation was slightly less in her mind, if only because she had been raped or fucked by each and everyone of her sons. Her own children had taken their pleasure and her pain with her body  over the years. She had given and shared her daughters with their brothers. the fact that it was her father raping her, fucking her, driving her insane was a drop in her life.

An amazing drop at that. It was his name on her lips. Screaming for him, begging, babbling for her daddy to continue. Not wanting him to stop Praying he would fuck her brains out. Nothing else mattered for a moment. The lust and pleasure had such control of her mind and body. She would not have sold her soul for the pleasure, but she would have given him just about anything else.
 
Now she was nearly worshiping him. Pleading and mewling like a whore. Offering herself to him. Anything to continue this. For a time in heaven with him. Later, later she could think about her dragon, about her fallen body.  Offering herself as long as he would take her.
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Re: ~Sins of the Mother ~ {Shen}
« Reply #10 on: May 14, 2013, 12:25:26 AM »
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Re: ~Sins of the Mother ~ {Shen}
« Reply #11 on: May 20, 2013, 06:49:48 PM »
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[/float]And take he does, more and more. Shifting, thickening, twisting on, in and around til you lose track of what part is penetrating and what penetrated. The physical sensations are raw, powerful and overwhelming, very solidly falling into the realm of brains fucked out when something else happens, something both familiar and wholly new. Another replay of your life happens, more accurate and true than the horror-show tortures of the ice prison but with a profoundly awful twist to them: the memories arise with the emotions and sensations, smells, colors and textures vibrant and then the whole thing drained of such life. Becoming ruddy-sepia stained and empty of emotive content of both extremes, as though the soul of memory were removed leaving only the body of it, experience after experience flashing upward and being raped of it's deepest most valuable essence.

Mind screaming and body contorting with depraved ecstasy, you are held helpless and fucked mindless as bit by bit the soul of you is consumed, taken. Each bite leaving you to feel more and more empty, gutted and stripped even as you are filled and stretched in the physical sense. It is an utterly devastating sensation, but one you have no idea how to stop.






[float=left][/float]Kari screamed over and over again. Giving herself over to him with abandon. Writhing on the table, she held nothing back. Offering herself up. Not sure that she ever gave herself over so thoroughly to anyone.

There was a slight distraction to have her memories play out in her life. It took her a bit of time to realize that the memories were draining. She was aware of the change in them, but what exactly that was, was a little slow to dawn on her.

As she realized that, she became desperate to save a few memories. Not all of them, not even many. But as they flashed before her, she realized some memories were so precious, she could not bear the thought of them being dimmed and raped. She had no idea how save them, or stop him. Crazily she tried to hold them or hide, screaming at him. Begging and pleading.

There were two memories of her mother that she was desperate to hold on to. Maybe a bit strangely, her first memory of seeing her father back when she was a child. It was a brief memory and heavily shadowed but she had always held it precious to her. There were a few memories from her teens or twenties, maybe three. The most recent and likely the last memory was the hatching of her eggs.

There was a deep destroying devastation. She did not entirely understand what was wrong, all she could compare it to would be physically having her body cut in half. Shaking her head in denial. Crying tears of depression as much as she screamed her physical pleasure. Feeling like she was losing something she never realized she had.
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Re: ~Sins of the Mother ~ {Shen}
« Reply #12 on: June 25, 2013, 04:22:28 AM »
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[/float]Grasping, you are screaming, pleading and trying to hold onto something, but they are like sand in your grip, or water and very much like losing something you were never even aware of til it was gone. Cold emptiness suddenly looms large, you are you, intellectually at any rate, you recall all you are, or were but feel nothing save for a horrible void, a near mindless need to be filled. You twitch and shake like a junkie in need of a fix, but the drug is passion, emotion and you cannot feel anything but that horrible emptiness and you are lost in it, mindless and cold with only swirling dark and noise around you.

Then, something, like a siren call you see/sense a light, a beacon in the storm ravaged ocean that you are lost in, you lunge at it, it quivers and writhes in your grasp as though trying to escape, but you hold firmly, gazing into it and then it opens, and begins to fill you. Ambrosia, nectar of the Gods, you feel complete again, as that shivering lightness flows into you, the hues and feelings flow back into your memories as that light beacon begins to dim as your pull it into yourself, as that light fades you feel better and better, the world coming back into view, ceasing to be dark noise and confusion, you gain clarity and full focus just as that candle flame flickers out, the last of it swallowed by you, now laying as a fading warmth within that empty place inside you.

You feel something, cooling, wrinkled and small between your lips and you open your eyes as you spit it out; a small withered cock connected to the withered and very dead body of the man you are astraddle, his clothes mark him as a priest, the robes open where you were evidently suckling his manhood, his desiccated face a mix of agony and ecstasy. Some motion before you draws your eyes upward into the gave of a young girl also straddling a corpse and with traces of semen upon her lips and innocent face. Then the image ripples and you realize it is a mirror as you see some of your features appear, with the additions of overt horns, fangs, claws, leathery wings, a tail and a very sated/hungry demonic twist to them. Some part of you knows somehow that the young girl was how this former priest saw you, a manifestation of his own sins to lure him that is revealing of his less-than-pure impulses. Point of fact, you can read clearly in that fading warmth of his consumed life force that he has frequently indulged a lust for young girls before his encounter with your soul-starved self, usually not with so eager a participant as now.

More clear-headed now that you have, well, eaten, you take in your surroundings. You are in a small private room, the door and window bolted, the dark outside and the cool air shows that it is night, the sparse and simple furnishings speak of a modest living, there is just the bed you are on, the mirror you saw yourself in, a wooden chair and a small trunk along one wall. The floor is bare wood and each of the furnishings has a rough hand-crafted look to them favoring function over form. You are utterly naked, and save for the features mentioned previously look mostly as yourself, perhaps a large bit more voluptuous and sultry, an over-sexualized version of yourself if you will.



[float=left][/float] Slowly drawing a breath through her lungs. Feeling somewhat disoriented. A familiar feeling. She had spent large parts of her life fading in and  out of a dream like world. A world of shadows. The world that demons dwelled in.

... Father... The soft prayer was almost instinctive.

Not for the first time she was left questioning her sanity. Barely aware what is reality and what was madness. Looking at the mirror again. Almost not recognizing the eyes that looked back at her. For the first time, her body matched her demon heritage. She had seen her dragon form, seen what her mother had given her, this was the first seeing her father's heritage. And she took it better than she had when the dragon first emerged.

.... her dragon...

Her father had promised to help her get her dragon back. There was a brief thought that maybe she did not need it any longer. That was a brief thought. She had seen the handy work of her sons. What her dragons could do to a multitude of exotics.

Climbing off the bed, her eyes flicking around the room. Partially looking for clothes. Not sure what happen to her own, it was possible she was going to end up with a priests robe. Trying to get a bearings for what felt like a new body. Testing if she could change her appearance as she had with her dragon.







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