Halflings search, and a Demons Pet

[Sacrahlicous]

Twin mountain peak stood proudly against the spectral painting of the sky, With the sun setting, ending the first day of spring it painted the once blue sky it multitude of colors. Ranging from all sorts of Pinks,reds,purple,orange, yellow to the darkening of blue as the night as it made its slow appearance. The cool breeze, ruffled the blooming tree buds, and leaves as it brought in the call of the rain that should be occupy the night. Bathing the lands with its refreshing kiss.

Standing upon a over cliff view the vast lands that led to those mountain beyond, stood a young Halfling who went by the name Harle. A young wolf human crossing on a long quest taking the time to relax for the moment before pressing onwards.

What quest? Well that of becoming a Full Demon, not something that was trapped in between both worlds. Something that didn't seem to belong. Ever since she was born, conceived be a human father and a demon mother, she had be the middle of talk and ridicule. Always being mocked and bullied. She was tired of it, and thus what has led her on this long journey which was finally getting somewhere.

According to locals of a village a two day travel from this forest, they told her to seek the Demon Lord. That he may be able to aid her in her search for power, whether it was true or not one would never know unless taking the risk in asking and seeing for one self.

Sighing softly Harle brushed aside strands of Dark as sin Black hair, Her ears twitching being irritated by the few strands that never seemed to remain at rest. Her wolf like ears stood alert, now being in the lands of this demon lord. She didn't want to be taken at a disadvantage if she hadn't heard him.

Giving a flick of her tail she turned on her heals and ventured forward, disappearing into the shadows of the forest, wanting to make more progress before stopping for the evening.

 

[Admiral Squish]

As she made her way deeper and deeper into the forest, it seemed to loom around her, the trees getting taller and closign tighter overhead until there was almost no light. Then suddenly, the forest came to an abrupt end. She stood at the lip of a crater, exposed stone and earth forming a deep dish, probably more than a mile across. She stood at a precipice, some three feet of grass and earth that hung over the lip of the pit, which dropped away at an almost vertical angle.

But though the terrain was impressive, it was perhaps the structure inside the crater that was more fearsome still. A tiered pyramid of sorts stood in the very center of the dish. It's walls were made of granite, polished to a mirror-like sheen, and decorated by elaborate carvings in contrasting white, which all seemed to center around stylized images of a penis. At the very top of the pyramid, there was a large, square structure with a yawning entrance. Atop that, there was a spire, a tapering obelisk of chalk-white stone, thrusting itself skyward. Connecting this monolithic structure to the edge of the crater was a exceptionally sturdy-looking rope bridge, with slabs of stone taking the place of planks on a normal rope bridge. Every ten slabs, one had a fist-sized gem embedded in it, which shed a pure white light, illuminating the path before her.

Crossing the bridge, the large entrance chamber held only more carvings, illuminated by more of those light gems, and a circular pad in the center some three feet wide. Stepping on said pad would make it descend, sinking into a tube-shaped pillar which carried her deeper and deeper into the ziggaraut. The light above got more and more distant until it almost disappeared entirely. It seemed to go much further than the bottom of the structure visible on the surface. Finally, a new light came up, with all the dancing warmth of firelight, but a green color she'd never seen like this before. The wall of the pillar she was descending through fell away, opening on a huge chamber of granite and gold. A crimson carpet led her eyes away from the pillar, flanked on either side by braziers filled with an emerald green flame. But what really drew your eye in was the horned god sitting on a golden throne at the end of the carpet.

He was huge, probably ten feet tall when standing. His skin was milky white, like an ivory statue. His brow bore four long, obsidian horns, pointing straight up and arcing gently backwards, looking like a natural crown on his head. His face was human, with incredibly rugged, handsome features, only marred by the sharp teeth he sported when he gave her a chilling smile. His yes were yellow, predatory. His shoulders were very broad, giving him a stocky, solid build, which was layered over with muscle on muscle on muscle. He was built like a bodybuilder, with biceps as large as her head. His hands were large and strong, bearing only three thick fingers and a thumb. His fingernails were black, and sharp like claws. He rolled them on the arm of his throne with a rhythmic tapping sound that echoed in the silent space. His chest and abs were ripped with thick, unyielding muscle. His muscles created a landscape of power on his body, ridges and valleys running this way and that. He had no less than twelve abs, two rows of four, flanked by two on either side. His legs were normal until the ankle, at which point the foot extended, forming into tyrannosaur talons at the end. But perhaps the most impressive thing was his cock. Even flaccid as it was, it was slightly more than a foot long, and almost as thick as her wrist, with a flared out mushroom head. It rested atop a pair of huge balls, the size of grapefruit.

The demon let out a bored sigh. "No, no, let me guess. You're the half-breed offspring of one of my many trysts, and you've come to kill me, seeking revenge for abandoning you and ruining your mother." He said in a deep, resonating voice, gesturing in a circle with his hand, dismissively. "Am I right?" He asked, his eyes clearly bored with the topic.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

Harle stood in awe of the fortress before her, unsure what she should call the structure unlike any she had ever seen. Even as she made her way through it many times she had stopped to gawk in awe at the intricate designs of the decor, the designs. Her steps were quiet, each step carefully place as she tried sensing out any traps that could be hidden. One never knew. Her ears rotated on the tops of her head. Alert and well tuned in case of any attacks. Though what reason would the lord of her mothers people have for attacking in silence.Hidden in the shadows. When stories portray him to be the all powerful. And has yet had anyone best him for his title.

Her tail swayed gently in a rythmic pattern, side to side giving a soft flick every so often,a sign of her nervousness she felt flow through her being. Fear of this demon lord, even the never ending silence got to her. Sighing softly she paused at the final marking. the pillar taking her the final edge of the way. Tearing a small gasp from her lips as it rushed down. Lodging her heart in her throat.

Dizzily she stepped away from the pillar and began to follow the crimson carpet that led to the throne room. Her mind whirl with questions, needs, wants. Everything that she was sure many would of thought as the made there way up the last stretch. She paused at the door before entering it. There he was the Lord of Demons. Her eyes grew wide as her steps faltered. Her eyes were large as she stared in both awe and fear of him. He was nothing like she expected. She could feel the power flow from him, making her choke on the essence as she stood before him.

Her eyes Looked at the pale skin of his, the horns, to the chest that was so finely chiseled and cared for. Then his over sized shaft that laid limp between his thighs. She was speechless as she tore her eyes from his sex, her cheeks flaring a brilliant pink across her cheeks in embarrassment.

Clearing her throat she went to speak, before he cut her off. Her mouth closed, her ears rotating and pinned forward. Gazing at him. He jumped to assuming, had many accused him of such. Shaking her head she answered him. Before bowing her head.

" No your Lordship, tis not the reason I have come to seek you. Harle paused for a moment, her eyes rolling up along his body before resting on his eyes.

I have come to seek aid in become a full blooded demon,For power. My mother is The wolf demon Androstay, my father a human chieftain of the west" She finished, closing her eyes as she id a half bow to him. Her heart racing like a pray running from a predator.

 

[Admiral Squish]

((Sorry for the long delay. Work is trying to kill me in new, interesting ways.))

As the girl explained herself, the demon's expression slowly shifted. First, from extreme, dismissive boredom to minor surprise. Then, toward casual interest. He shifted in his throne, leaning forward now, his head resting on one huge hand. As she finished her explanation, his features had settled into a curious, albeit detached interest.

He pondered her words for a moment as he sat in his chair. While he was physically rather impressive, even by demon standard, he was among the weakest of the demon lords, at least physically. His real power was in magic, magic fueled by the power of devotion, the power granted him by his armies of half-breed children and the thousands upon thousands of mortals he had mated and bred. Such a transformation, from half-demon to full would be simple for him.

But why should he just give it away? He smirked to himself as an idea occurred to him. Let's have some fun with her. He might be able to use her to even further extend his control. "Well, I can help you. The process is slow, and involved, but the change can be made. But surely you haven't come before a demon lord expecting charity? Tell me, half-breed, what do you have to offer me that would make such a task worth my effort?" The demon asked, eying her up and down with his yellow, predatory eyes.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

Harle gave a small flick of her velvet black wolf ears. Her eyes moving slowly to once more gaze upon the Lord Demon. unease washing through her as she watched him, silence looming uncomfortably around her. Her heart reacted like some threatened creature, trapped and scared. Heart pattering fast in her chest as she awaited his decision. She would do almost anything to become full, but what to extant did she mean by anything. Her eyes noted the bored within his eyes, etched across his features, then smoothed to something more of curiosity.


She thought herself patient as he began to explain that the process was slow, and would come with great effort. She exhaled a breath that came slow and shaky. A breath she hadn't been aware she had held


Her tail flickered slightly from one side to another, what had she to offer him? Biting her lower lip, her fangs pressing against the smoothness, cutting slightly, enough to draw a small amounts of blood which spiced up the air. I have nothing to offer but myself."She murmured softly. licking up the small prick healing the nervous wound .