Most painful thrust by far. Her speed has at least doubled.
"You like that" she whispers in your ear.
Your teeth are clenched to tight to answer. She begins to moan over you as she shortens her thrusts. Her lower abdomen presses onto yours. The change of angle causes it to impact some other obscure location inside. The dread of how each change of position might cause an infinite number of indistinct areas inside you to be harmed.
You are trying to shift your body, but the only way you could move your body would be to press further into her thrusts. You just surrender to her. She slows and presses her teeth onto your clavicle. Sucking, then tonguing, then sucking again, back to tonguing as her lips and teeth retreat.
All at once she stands up on her knees. Severing all contact amidst you too. You notice the sweat that coats you as it is allowed this moment to cool.
You feel a vacancy in your body from where she was probing inside you viciously. This reprieve not long enough as her right paw grabs your right knee and lifts it over and across. Rolling you onto your chest.
She spreads her right knee over your legs. Her paws grasp your hips, and raise them. You lift your shoulders to level height. Before you are stable in this position she begins her violation anew.
You are rattled and your arms slip forward. You collapse down, but your hips are held firmly. Dragging your upper body back. Her breath shortens to match her thrusting. You are entirely unsure how long this has persisted. As her moans soften, you expect the end draws near. She presses forward til she lies on top of you. Her thrusting stops in this deep stab. Her tail begins to twist and spasm. She lets out a strangely feminine purr as she seems to relax on top of you.
"Ssseemsss ssshesss worked out the effectsss of my gazsse." You hear Skuld from the direction of the door.
Hel's body traps you on the floor. Tender and filled with dull throbbing pain. Exhausted and defeated. Deflowered and Disparaged. You submit to sleep. Knowing a taste of the depravity you can expect to be subjected to.
You awaken to a haze. Warm, wet, and comforting. You feel a contrasting feeling inside. Where Hel had unwantedly explored, it felt strangely cool. Soreness seemed to come and go as you shifted. You focus less inward. You are back in the bath. Your back is resting on something soft. You feel gentle hands holding you. You jerk forward. You are caught in their arms as they cross over you.
"Calm down. Ssshe'sss not here. It'sss jussst you... and me." Skuld's voice is soft.
You remember just how pointless trying to fight your way out is. You relax back onto her. Your hands slowly drift to hold her arms onto you.
"You cssertainly ssseem to be a magnet for monssstersss. I'd never ssseen Hel even ssslightly ssshow an interessst in a member of the fairer sssex before. You mussst truly be one to behold. Perhapsss one worth me takng a peek at." Skuld ponders aloud.
At this point you've given up on getting away, but you aren't yet complicit. Silence fills the room. Her hands slide slowly back over you, until her hands rest on your shoulders. Her thumbs dig in gently. Rolling over your tense muscles. It feels calming.
A few minutes later, someone enters the room. You hear the large doors heave open, and your gaze is drawn. Eir arrives with Quarrie on her right, and Valda to her left.
"Sssyn mussst be ready for you. Bessst not to keep her waiting."
Skuld stops massaging your shoulders. Eir reaches the edge of the bath just as you finish slowly rising out. She has a silky black robe that she hands to you. You don it in quickly. The cool silk slightly sticking to your skin.
"If you'll follow me, these two will be here to catch you in case you trip." Eir says as she gently lifts your chin with her finger.
Her gorgeous eyes meet yours, and begin to glow. Your arms that are crossed over with hands on your shoulders stiffen as they petrify. You follow behind Eir as she leaves the room and heads back to the throne room. You give quick glances back at Valda and Quarrie. Both look excited, as if hoping for something. You notice looking back forward all of Eir's snakes are staring at you. The throne room is much less populated.
Yuriko is the first one you notice. She is standing beside the throne. On the other side is Sachiko!? Sitting on the top step. Eir moves to the side from in front of you. Finally you get to gaze upon Syn in all her splendor. Sitting upon her throne like the Queen she is. Eggshell skin contrasted by black form fitting clothes. Excentuating her splendid curves. Pinkish white wings sprout from behind her just above the hips. Obsidian talons tipping each. Similarly striking onyx horns sit upon her head amidst snow white hair. Her glowing red eyes the only vivid color.
"Eir, if you'd be so kind." Syn says.
Instantly you feel the petrification of your arms fade.
"I'm honored to have the infamous monster hunter in my presence. Now if you'd be so kind as to approach."
You timidly take steps forward. Your reluctance seemingly left behind, shyness sneaking in its place.
"Ladies, her familiarity with you seems to be tempering her boldness, or perhaps simply your number. Clear the room, even you my pet." Syn says gesturing to Sachiko.
Seems she was adopted by Syn. A worrying development, as having met Sachiko's previous 'owner', you couldn't help but wonder if this one was similarly cruel. You reach the bottom of the steps to the throne. There are only a dozen or so, but her figure seems so imposing from this position. She leans forward in her throne. Her hand slightly forward, curls and releases gently motioning you closer. The gesture stirring something inside you.
You glance off to the side and slightly downward as you begin your final approach. The only thing you hear is your heart pounding. You cheeks flush as you are certain she can hear it as well. You reach one step down and halt. Your gaze drifts forward again, then slowly rises.
Her legs spread just a bit, and her forward hand extends. You cautiously reach out to grasp it. Your right hand in hers. Her skin is soft and warm. You realize your own is a little sweaty. Your eyes finally drift up to see hers.
"A pleasure, Autumn. I'm Syn." She smiles.
Your cheeks burn.
"Nice to meet you, too" you stumble through, before continuing "I have been saved by your group several times. Though I think I may not be so lucky this time."
"Oh, if everything I've heard is true, I'm the one in greater danger." giggles Syn.
"That said there is something I must insist on checking."
She pulls you forward carefully landing you in her lap. Your arm held close over your chest by hers. You firmly in her right arm. Her left hand grips your face. Her thumb and forefinger on either cheek. Squeezing gently they forcibly pucker your lips. Her lips lock onto yours. Your heart flutters like it is your first kiss. Your jaw relaxes as you reflexively lean in. Trying to continue the kiss, she is already withdrawing from.
"Hmmm, I see. That is quite an interesting development."
She gently shakes your head with her left hand, before sliding her thumb from your cheek to your lower lip. Instantly you draw it into your mouth. Gently sucking on it.
"It would seem the reason you are so appealing to most of us, and why you have yet to be tainted into turning, are one and the same. A swirl of several kinds of monsters touch within you seems to have increased your mana and made it so you can metabolize ours. At least that of most monsters, I'm curious to see how more powerful forces effect you. Do you think you'd like to try?" she asks.
You can hear and understand her words, but you are feeling somewhat intoxicated by her atmosphere. Her question elicits desire within you. You slide half of her thumb out of your mouth. Then lightly teeth it.
A barely audible "uh huh" is your compliance.
Her fingers curl under your chin and drag your head down. Her lips give a peck on your forehead.
"Wonderful. Let's first see how much temptation you can take."
Her right hand releases yours and slides a finger up your mid line. Drawing a small loop atop your clavicle before tracing up further. Sliding away from center to the right, on your neck. Sliding around the end of your jaw, to tap the bottom of your ear. Then it dips stroking your neck nearer the back. You reflexively dip your head slightly to the side. Her thumb still in your mouth twists and presses lightly against your right canine. Tilting your head up and away a bit.
Her tongue then graces the left side of your neck. Starting near the base it slithers up the left side. Tickling you near the back of the neck up to your other ear. Her right hand slides into your robe and gently rolls her ring finger over your nipple.
Her Tongue upon reaching the base of your ear starts to extend. You feel its warmth and wetness constantly at the base of your ear, yet the tip is snaking its way along the back of your ear and hooking over the top. The tip traces the top of your ear before sliding back the way it came.
Her hand in your mouth withdraws, as does her other from your shirt. Her left hand slides under your knees. Her right wraps around you under your bust. She gently lifts you slightly as she turns you.
You now sit in her lap facing the empty throne room. Her difference in height now more pronounced as her knees extend past yours. Her soft thighs under yours. Her bust upon your back. It presses you to lean slightly forward. Her mouth at the level of your ear, so close you feel her breath upon it.
She whispers "Does sitting on a throne excite you?"
Her right arm still under your bust shifts slightly. Her right hand cups your left breast. Her left hand grasps your left knee gently, before sliding at a glacially slow pace inward. Her right hand gently squeezes.
"Would you want to be my queen? Have your desires serviced amidst such lavish surroundings? Cushioned and..." Her tongue slithers forth to trace the outer part of your ear, before she continues. "... catered to, by those of my domain."