- Disclaimer-
This story involves forceful sex, unconsensual, whatever you want to call it. And it involves chicks with dicks, so if you're not interested in that, please kindly go read something else! Thanks.
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With the eerie silence that had fallen on the dark, sullen forest, that seemed un-natural, the only sound that was heard was the quick, frantic pattering of a girl's footsteps, crushing the dead and dried leaves as she hurried through a faded and beaten path.
Panting echoed from the relatively small girl as she hurried her way through the seemingly dead woods, hopping over broken roots and ducking under the low-hanging branches, clutching a thick book to her chest. The girl's head twisted and turned as if looking for something, occasionally looking over her shoulder behind her before darting back to focus ahead of her.
After nearly twenty minutes of exhausting running, she came across it. An abandoned hatch, dug into the ground and covered by muck covered leaves and sticks which were quickly brushed to the side and the doors were flung open, the young lady almost tumbling down the rickety staircase and slamming the doors shut behind her, throwing the lock together from the inside to ensure a little more safety.
She took a deep breath into her burning lungs and fell flat on her ass, panting heavily and letting the book she had clutched fall to her side, gulping down air as if it was going out of style. Slowly calming herself down, one deep breath at a time.
Once she had sufficiently let herself relieve her mind and aching body from the panic that had a firm hold of her she slowly rose back to stand and extended a hand, a flame starting to flicker in the palm before shooting off in five different directions, each child flame licking at the wick of a different candle which would soon illuminate the room, and the girl.
She looked decent, her long, crimson hair draping messily over her shoulders and onto a tattered black robe which covered her down to her ankles.
Her scarlet eyes shimmered like two bright gems as she took to her knees, bringing the book in front of her and darting the cover open, ignoring the warnings scribbled on various notes on the pitch black cover. The page she turned to automatically having red writing in a foul, wretched looking language.
"Azzir... Methar... Colda... Y'tra..." The girl chanted, slowly and repeatedly, her voice still recovering from the sudden work-out she put herself through, getting more confident with each syllable she spoke until she had it down to a firm chant in her soft voice.
Minutes past of her chanting and nothing happened, she sighed, disappointment clear in her face as she moved herself over to the nearest moss covered wall to get herself some desired rest, slumping against it she soon found her eyes crushing themselves closed and, against her strongest fight, sleep would eventually claim her, causing her to fall to the side.
With the night passing on and the restful slumber of the girl went undisturbed by the howling screams of animals on the outside world, unable to find her in her steadfast cellar. Something started to stir in the dimming darkness, the candles flickering with their last breaths as the shadows of the room seemed to converge on one single point and started to take shape, shooting upwards in a pillar which spread itself out and took form.
The shadows started to turn to smoke, and smoke to flesh. Soon, in their place stood a being unnatural to the human's realm.
The demon stood easily at seven and a half feet tall, with long, raven hair that contrasted her delicate looking pale red skin and flowed elegantly down her back and traced past the wings that protruded from either side of her spine, folded in on themselves with white flesh between the bones. The tips of the wings rested gently above the long, whip-shaped black tail that curled around her hoofed ankles.
She wore minimal clothing to cover her more 'private' areas, even they didn't help much. Her breasts practically pushed out of the tight corset that constricted her flesh, and a long leather drape fell down her crotch. She certainly fit the description of a Succubus, with the gorgeous beauty to fit, her lips full to fit any description of loveliness that any man or woman would give. And the dark emerald colouration of her eyes seemed to have a way of entrancing those who stared too long.
The demoness growled a low growl, looking around the room that she had been summoned to and catching sight of the slumbering girl, causing her to narrow her eyes to slits, a grin slowly sneaking it's way onto her lips.
She slowly made her way over to the girl, reaching a long, clawed hand out to take a rough hold of the girl's hair and yank her up into the air "Wakey wakey!"
The girl yelped loudly and shot a hand up to hold her pained hair, groaning before setting eyes on the demoness and opening her mouth to scream, but was cut off by a large hand covering her mouth.
