Devil's Due (Deviant Desires & Pots)

[Pots]

Lithe fingers slid between folds of thick, red wool, the scratchy texture of the fabric in sharp contrast to soft skin. They clenched, scrunching the cheap cloak with a barely audible crunching – like walking on freshly-fallen snow. There was a tension in the woman, fleetingly relieved by the discomfort of the grip. Lydia's fine brow was creased in a light scowl at the feeling of the peasant wool. No matter how long she was forced to face the new circumstances of her existence, she could not forget what had once known. She pictured in the cloak's place, the luxurious fabrics of her past. Hand-woven, soaked with a fortune of exotic dyes and made of countless strands of silk so velvety smooth that they had slid over her body like liquid, as utterly comfortable as nudity. She remembered the sensation wistfully, her breath catching in her chest.

She remembered it all, the grandeur that had been hers - the grandeur of what she had been. Burned into her soul, her identity. She longed for the decadence and luxury she had fattened herself on. Ruby wines, almost syrupy with grape sweetness, emanating herbal, jammy bouquets. The cool weight of her clinking jewelry, heavy with dense, glimmering gold, clasped tightly to her skin as a priceless reminder of her majesty. Food - oh, the food - she had feasted on only the finest. Suckling pig, skin golden and buttery, basted with heather honey, the most exquisite breeds pillaged from the midderlands. The produce of far-reaching lands, gathered daily to service her most tenuous whims. And of course, more than just the grandeur, she remembered the power. The domination of all creatures and peoples that had succumbed to her ever-expanding dominion. She could hear the stamping of countless iron forms, in perfect lock-step, echoing throughout the ornate halls built as monuments to her grandeur. She remembered the wicked demons, malicious and sorcerous in their own right, but their devious manners subsumed into the purpose of her empowerment, as even these otherworldly creatures had come to know her as their mistress. Rivers of blood and tears had flowed in her name, and she had bathed in them without remorse - indeed, she had been euphoric as she had sunk ever-deeper into the evils of her vainglory.

All of it gone, and the scents and sights of her past that had danced before her violet eyes were blown away in the warm evening breeze. Her armies battered into submission, her towers crumbling and her image cursed throughout the realms as a thing both sinful and powerless. She had been defeated, and as the rampaging last crusade of the last countries not yet submitted to her had cleaved through her territories, the fear she had inspired, evaporated. The treacherous had begun to connive, demonic entities reverting to their instinctive rebelliousness. She had been forced to steal herself away, the indignity of being smuggled from the very seat of her power. Her entourage, slowly peeling away as her admonishments and plotting had fallen on slowly-deafer ears, till finally she woke one cold morning and found herself alone. Her tremendous magical potential had stayed the assassin's blades, but had not stayed their feet. A dark empress had little claim over her people's loyalties, instead they felt the burn of their many scars earned in her service. Now, even that was gone. She could not explain it but the writhing powers that had coursed through her had abandoned her, a last betrayal that left her numb and vulnerable. The charms she had cast on herself still had effect, and her physique remained untouched; the remnants of her magic still marking the world. She could no longer touch and change the world with the ease of a god plucking at the strings of reality. It was as though she was still part of the world, but had lost her language to communicate with it. She was hollow…

Worse, she reflected bitterly as she walked on, her timeless grace evident still even wrapped in cheap fabrics and as she did her fruitless utmost to blend her statuesque beauty in with the commoners who drowned out her surroundings with their ape-like simplicity. She had inflicted many cruelties, many careless slights, in the arrogance of her dominance. There were many powerful beings that would be thrilled by the opportunity to exact savage revenge. Many who would delight in seeing the depths of her despair. She slunk through the gathering gloom of eve, picking up the pace in an attempt to reach a settlement to provide her the slightest hint of security in for one more impotent night. This looming forest would only prove to be trouble come night. She tasted something in the air, there was an itching in the faint whispers of sorcery still in her. A threatening feeling, and her helplessness had her proud blood coursing hot with fury.

 

[Deviant Desires]

She was not wrong to be so paranoid. Within the taverns and alleyways or the city, rumours grew. Rumours of a once powerful queen now brought low, one who once made others cower in her presence, now reduced to petty theft and scavenging a living. Some talked of what had become of her wealth, others about what power she still held. They all had one thing in common though: whether it could be taken from her. Many wished revenge upon her, others sought out the remnants of what magic she may once have held and then there were those who sought other treasures.

It was no secret that the once powerful woman had been adored for her beauty and there had been many who had sought to court her. Within her courts, there had been many debauched gatherings and the tales of those hedonistic orgies had spread far and wide. Sickening visions of flesh, spread wide and rampant while the queen watched on as her subjects debased themselves in front of her. Many of these bards' tales were not true but many were and there were those who had survived them who would glady see her subjected to the same rites that she had inflicted on them. One of them watched her now, hiding in the shadows as the cloaked woman passed by.

"See, there she goes," whispered the mishapen figure, motioning to the hulking minotaur like figure that stood next to him. "The haughty stature, the regal stance... that's her alright. We get her at the right moment, she'll never be able to fire off any magic before we have our way with her."

The minotaur grunted, steam bursting from his nose as he twitched in anticipation. His muscular form twitched with anticipation and he smiled at the scrawny, insect like figure next to him. As the smaller one slipped into the street behind their quarry, he nudged the bulky minotaur.

"We play our cards right, she'll be sucking the cum out of our cocks by the end of the day..."

 

[Pots]

Lydia rubbed her pale hands together under the thick woolen cloak she had clasped around her body like a shawl. While it was a warm night, something was setting her to shivering, something she could not explain. The warmth of that lapped at her body did nothing to quench the unease that simmered within her, as her walk quickened into a gait carefully intended to be as unobtrusive as possible. Like she had so many times of late, she was fully prepared to swallow down her revulsion at the filth and baseness of human settlements, compromising her standards in favor of the safety of hopeful anonymity, despite her queenly stature. This was a country of great variety after all.

She locked her cold, gemstone brilliant eyes on a bend in the well-traveled road, and a faint hint of her former majesty shone through. Even hiking through the woods to escape possible pursuers, her breath-taking body hid beneath cheap peasant clothes and further obscured under a dust-thick cloak, there remained an aura about her of importance. A haughtiness too great to be ignored, that peasants and commoners had difficulty ignoring once the full force was inflicted upon them. They had a leash bred into their very soul, and Lydia knew how to take a hold of it.

The blackness nurtured a sense of claustrophobia inside Lydia as she stumbled along the faint outline of what had undoubtedly been a road some years ago. The narrow path had been made uneven by the knotted roots crisscrossing across it, branching wildly at intervals. The songs of the elders took her through, onward in a direction perfectly resembling those ignored by her advances, the uninterrupted woods around her stretching for miles on end. It was a gamble to slink through the thicket of the woodlands, but she was desperate, nervous, and the heavy serration of the branches surrounding her left hearing lightly numbed, and lines of sight obscured through the thick veil of bark and leaves. She hoped that it would aid her in her endeavors of staying low profile, but there was a despicable skepticism gnawing at the back of her head… maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have left the grid so recklessly.

 

[Deviant Desires]

As the road wound past a clutch of trees, the sounds of the city fell silent and the quiet of the forest took over. All seemed peaceful here, a far cry from the manic pace of civilisation. Alas, other things lurked here in the dark, only too willing to take advantage of the cover of night. Yanos, the shorter of the two men, was keen to take advantage of the situation and he had muscle on his side. Gord, the minotaur had served in the queen's army once and had told him of the many events he'd seen the queen preside over but not once had taken part in. Well, that was going to change tonight. He could feel his member becoming swollen in his pants as he watched the woman approaching, the many cloaks hiding her form. He was already fantasising about her body and how much she was going to squeal once he got his cock inside of her. He hadn't found many women who were willing to play with his strange genitals, even less who were willing to get knotted by him. Well this rich bitch wasn't going to get the choice.

"It's a dark night out here miss," he growled as he stepped into her path, moving to ensure that she couldn't get past. "You don't want to be out here on your own, bad things could happen to you."

There was a shadow and the feeling of movement from behind her as suddenly Gord appeared, looming over her and grasped her arms, pinning them to her sides. He snorted once and pulled her closer, the growing bulge between his legs growing larger and pressing into the small of her back.

"In fact, I'd say something bad is about to happen to you," continued Yanos with a smile, his canine fangs appearing over his lips. He rubbed his crotch, his cock growing larger at his touch. "You ever choked on a dog cock wench? Because you're about to..."

 

[Pots]

Startled by the sudden appearance and subsequent remark of a stranger in the woods, Lydia stopped abruptly in her path. Desperately, she hoped she might not have been recognized. She felt her hands subconsciously wringing her cloak in their clutches, as the knife-edge tension of the moment toyed with her self-control. She was ready to bolt through the wallowing woods to escape capture at any moment. Puzzling her emotions and a possible response to something an obviously fabricated concern, so had no intentions of playing ‘the unfortunate victim’, regardless of her current state.

A faint gasp then sudden slipped out from between Lydia’s plush, red lips as she felt calloused hands land on her body, sliding easily to clamp her through the roughly knitted peasant’s dress that had the far-above-its-station task of clinging to her curves. She hadn’t even had a moment to think… She felt an overpowering strength lock her in place, the coarse fabric of her attire melting away in her mind as this seeming stranger unhesitantly groped her in the middle of the forest. Shivers ran through Lydia, and she felt an annoying, humiliating swelling on the tips of her fleshy breasts poking little indentations against their enclosing fabric as she struggled lowly, explaining her apparent displeasure of the situation. She replied quietly, breathily, to try to disguise her voice. It was not a difficult effect to achieve, as she felt a distinct nervousness in her roiling guts that drained the power out of her, left her timid and tremulous. “I beg of you… I’m just a simple farmer looking to make ends meet. I have very little to offer, but you can have it…” There was some familiar darkness in him, something that tugged at memories that had Lydia’s toes scrunching inside her stale, leather travelling boots with nervous energy, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

She twitched in distress, her hands seeking purpose. Then she rummaged across something she could only assume to be muscular thighs, but much too hairy to be human, too broad. Eyes bulging in panic, body met the chiseled figure looming above her, trapped against something distinctly phallic – a cruel prison, but the former empress didn’t know the sinister soil from which these thorny vines grew. She strained against her captor, but their desirous strength held Lydia’s feeble, now just human physique tight with pitiful ease. “Anything, just not this, please…” A momentary boldness came through her pitiful plead then, but was quickly whisked away - taken aback by the vulgar suggestion and situation at hand, she opted instead for a sort of virtuous silence. In reality, she was at a loss for words. She had plenty to say, but it would undoubtedly fall on deaf ears.

 

[Deviant Desires]

"Aye miss," replied Yanos, taking a step towards her. "You're a simple peasant girl and I'm a well to do noble. Don't play stupid with me, you daft wench, Gord and I know exactly who you are."

A snort of agreement came from over her shoulder as the minotaur held her tight. He had already discarded his loincloth and his thick, horse like member was pressing into Lydia's back, its throbbing able to be sensed along the small of her back. His strong arms kept her tightly bound as the beast imagined how it would feel to plunge his monstrous cock inside of her. But Yanos wanted to have his fun first, he always did. With such a catch as this, he would want to take his time. The minotaur grinned and licked at Lydia's ear, his hot breath on her neck.

The shorter, more doglike man was advancing on her and went straight for her tits, his claw like hands groping and kneading them through her simple dress. He drooled a little as he felt her tender body under his paws, enjoying watching her suffer in discomfort. His cock swelling in his pants and its distorted shape was visible to her terrified eyes. He pawed at her, reaching underneath and running hsi hands down her body. Then with a growl, he grabbed the neckline of her dress and pulled hard, tearing it open and splitting it down the front. He used a sharp claw to rip the material, exposing her body to the twilight.

"Let's see what you got hiding under here you little slut," he growled as he licked her exposed flesh. "Real good skin, bet it's never been splattered with minotaur cum has it? You ever thought about keeping down a load like that? Gord her likes to watch little sluts swallow it. Me, I like finishing inside, see how you like being knotted. Yeah... but first, I think you need to show me how you use those posh lips of yours." He nodded to the minotaur and the beast pressed down, forcing her to her knees. Yanos pulled at the drawstring of his pants and let his cock slip out. It was bulbous and purple, with a semi-swollen knot at its base. He took a hold of his shaft and stroked it, pointing towards her mouth.

"Now 'your highness'," he said with sarcasm, "....suck..."

 

[Pots]

An involuntary shiver ran through her and her mouth opened in a futile groan. She felt the warmth on her body, neck and ear, but it only fed fire to her dread, as she knew the lust of demons was incomparably intense – a cold and malicious thing. Her eyes darted around, looking for any advantage to escape, but with the current man-handling, she had no say in the matter. Her body went taut as a bow string, instinctively lengthening, as though to draw the away from the oncoming assailant, only to find her back rubbing against the massive leather-wrapped sheath of whatever hulking brute would wrestle her so effortlessly to the ground moments later.

To Lydia’s own bafflement her plump, pink nipples stiffening to their full peak under the rough handling. She gasped, soft as the whisper of a night breeze through the woods, yet deep with dread, like the shifting branches and stark moonlight twisting the shadows into something loathsome.

Her back arced against the forceful undressing, every nerve-ending within her in uproar at what was currently taking place outside her own jurisdiction. Full figured and attractively proportioned, she possessed a narrow waistline that tapered off into flared hips, rounded off by a fleshy, fun-sized and heart-shaped backside which healthy perk accentuated the plumpness of her thick, juicy thighs. The grand swell of her bountiful cleavage knew no bounds in their simultaneously perky defiance and deliciously weighty collusion with gravity. Resting heavily upon the perfectly unblemished complexion of her pliable curvature, with two fat, metal-clad nipples adorning their alluring middles, she was smooth and slightly glossy - the properly precious coloring of her rich skin standing out like the first snow of winter upon the darkening imprint of the forest.

With pudgy, lust-laden flesh spilling left and right, she strained pointlessly to pull away; skin crawling in the cold of night, but her muscles had barely begun to burn before she felt the figurative punch of being forced downwards. Her adrenaline surged through her with enough tenacity to cause a violent retch - saliva thickening in her throat, beads of sweat trickling down her brow. No longer was her voice lined with the pleading tinge of innocence, but rather the furious wrath of eons, and no longer was she silent. “You will regret this when I disassemble your molecules one by one, you filthy mutt…” Eying the shorter of the two, her pupils lit up with a rapturous shade of gold. Her pupils narrowed into slits, as horns grew pronounced upon her forehead, and wings sprouted upon the small of her back. Her blood drained and heart hammered erratically as she shed her disguise, and she responded to the implications of her rapist with a cruel sneer. “You believe me a fool if you think I will let that thing anywhere remotely close to my mouth, much less suck it…”

 

[Deviant Desires]

Just as her words of defiance left her mouth, she felt one of the minotaur's large hands grasp one of her horns and pulled it back hard, catching some of her hair with it. As her head jerked backwars, Yanos thrust forwards and shoved his girthy member into her mouth. He howled with glee as he entered her, feeling her resistance as she tried to pull away.

"Nice one Gorth, I was sick of listening to her talk shite," he laughed, "Let's see how this little bitch queen sucks cock!"

His huge companion grunted in agreement and started jerking Lydia's head back and forth, aiding his friend in fucking her mouth. His own member had become swolen and hard and now rose up against her back, stroking her wings as it popped into view over her shoulder, the broad, flat head only a few inches from her eyes. Its tip already drooled with semen as the beast manipulated her head.

"Yeah, that's it, suck my dog cock," growled the feral man, smiling as he violated her mouth. The knot at the base of it was an angry shade of red and it was already swolen. It looked too big to fit into her mouth but there was little doubting that he intended to make it fit somehow. "You wait till I blow my load in her Gorth, then you can have a go. Might need to break her jaw to make yours fit though... unless there's somewhere else you'd like to put it.

There was no way to see the minotaur's expression behind her but the gleeful grunting she could hear made it clear that he had plenty of places he wanted to stick his enormous member.