A Princess for the Feared One {darkest_fate&Retsu}

[darkest_fate]

The Kingdom of Mirantha was in trouble. Actually, they had been for some time now. Everyone in the land knew that Mirantha bordered one of the darkest, foulest domains in all existence. The Paladins of Mirantha had spent years fighting off that darkness, keeping it from spilling onto the lands of light. They had succeeded for countless generations, breeding more heroes than the rest of the land could muster. Yet something had changed in recent years; a new demon lord had arisen.

Nobody knew much about this lord, beyond the fact that he clearly had power and charisma. The name was whispered in corridors, and even the staunchest general felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing that dark word spoken aloud. This being simply inspired that much terror within the forces of Light. To make matters even worse, the being apparently knew how to lead, and how to inspire ferocity in its minions. Border outposts had begun falling, and even a town had recently been felled.

The Counsel of the Wise had therefore pulled their great impressive minds. They needed something to satiate this lord's lust, something to stop his reign of terror. All knew that demons were slaves to their darker impulses, giving into their desires for violence, for murder, for debauchery, for lust. Several of the local village girls, and nearly every female soldier in the area, had experienced a demon firsthand. Thus, the Counsel believed they had a solution.

Princess Isabella til Mirantha was renowned for her beauty and grace. In fact, the princess was equally as famous as this foul demon lord, in exactly the opposite direction. The princess had the sort of beauty that inspired songs. Her skin had the color of porcelain, a white soft enough to look like fallen snow. It made the flushed red of her lips stand out all the further. Ebony curls fell about her, framing a face that looked stolen from angels. Expressive blue eyes looked out from that face, often showing the intelligence and empathy that shown within. As if this weren't enough, the princess's body inspired lust and jealousy. Her hips flared perfectly, her body curved deliciously, with just a hint of fat that came from a life of luxury. Said fat also went to improving her bust, which while impressive, was not obscene. Merely two orbs that jutted out from her chest, usually supported by dresses of the highest fashion, dresses that she wore now, as she approached the designated area.

The Counsel had contacted the demons, had established this exchange. The feared one was supposed to meet them here, to take the princess and cease hostilities. That was the hope. That was why the trembling princess was standing before a realm of darkness, pretending that horrific sights weren't just within her gaze. Murmurs passed around her, forming almost a cloud. The feared one should appear now, and all feared his coming, none so much as Isabella herself.

 

[Retsu]

Thule, or as the humans called him 'the feared one', didn't become the demon lord the kingdom of Mirantha knows him as today. He started out as a lowly demon whose only purpose was to do whatever -his- lord told him to do. It would always be steal this, attack him, kidnap her, and whatever else he wanted Thule to do. Thule always watched his other fellow demons go off into war with the silly humans, and that was what he dreamed of doing himself one day. He wanted to slash humans down to size, wanted to cut a human's throat as they begged for mercy, and wanted to rape and pillage villages.

Alas, he was confined to only being a petty criminal for his demon lord. That was until he grew tired of his monotone life. He had to live out his dream one way or another. First he tired speaking to his lord to ask if he can join his army, but he was quickly turned down. Then he tried proving his worth to his lord, but he was never noticed by him. Thule had given up on ever becoming the soldier he dreamed of being, but then something happened that gave him a chance once more.

His lord fell to a lucky shot to the eye by some stupid human, and fell immediately. There was a fighting competition to see who the new demon lord would be, and who was there as the first demon? Thule himself. He fought long and hard suffering many gashes and bruises, but he came out on top.

The new demon lord quickly went to work establishing his reign, and in just a few simple weeks. He was the strongest demon lord that currently lived, and he couldn't be happier.

The kingdom of Mirantha was on his list of particular villages he wanted to destroy, and he was getting close to taking the kingdom. That was until the humans had contacted him with a deal to stop harassing their kingdom. They would give him their princess in exchange that he would stop attacking their kingdom. Thule agreed to the exchange, and told the humans to meet him in a designated spot.

"So, you finally made it?" Thule appeared out of thin air to these humans with a couple of his demon soldiers guarding him. He was in his "human" form, if you will, and stood with his arms crossed. His hair was jet black and short. He carried a body that was lean with a bit of muscle.



Thule studied Isabella, a sultry smile on his face "Come hither my lady, I'm going to bring you to your new home."

 

[darkest_fate]

Even in his human form, the feared one caused some terror and dismay among those gathered. It was fortunate that only the barest minimum of people had accompanied Princess Isabella on that fateful day, otherwise the panic might have been more noticeable still. Even then, several of the Counsel elders took steps backward, and those with finer senses might notice even more disgusting reactions occurring in a few of them. Even the guards seemed to flinch.

Isabella, for her part, remained more or less where she was. The beautiful princess swallowed, forcing herself to take a step closer to her soon-to-be-captor. The demon lord didn't look too bad; in fact, he looked more or less human. Isabella had seen the pictures of demons before, and had even seen one kidnapped. She knew that they could take on forms that would destroy the mind. To find that the one she had to deal with looked decidedly human was a relief, one that showed in those expressive eyes.

"Indeed we did," said the princess. She moved forward, bowing into a curtsy, using the formality to restore some of her confidence. "I am Princess Isabella til Mirantha, oldest daughter of the king and queen. I am the princess promised to you, demon lord."

It occurred to Isabella that they didn't know the demon lord's name, but she figured she would soon enough. Swallowing hard, she took a few more hesitant steps, stopping within arm's reach of her new... captor? Husband? Whatever the demon lord was to her, she was within his grasp now, obviously "willing" to go along with him.

 

[Retsu]

Heh, look at these silly humans cowering in fear of my presence. Tis a pity, I can't kill them anymore. Oh well, I get a beautiful princess, and I got other kingdoms I can destroy. Thule took Isabella by her waist and looked over towards the one human who seemed to be in charge "You have my word that your kingdom will remain untouched, -but- should any humans come attack me and I find that they are from your kingdom. That deal will be broken, and I will attack without mercy." Without another word, the demon just disappeared out of thin air to the humans.

But to Isabella and the demons, they were transported to hell itself "Welcome Isabella, to your new home!" Thule still remained in his human form for now, but she would see his true form soon enough. A quick snap of his finger and what looked like a dresser appeared in front of them "Now, I do like your clothes that you are wearing now, but I like my women to wear something more...revealing." he opened the dresser to show her all kinds of demoness clothing. Most of them were extremely revealing of her body "Go ahead, take your pick."

He smacked her ass quite roughly as he walked up to his throne; taking a seat "After you're done with that, come and sit on my lap. So I can officially make you my demon queen."

 

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The Counsel almost seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. Even Isabella couldn't resist showing some ease at hearing those words. The kingdom would remain untouched, unattacked. The word would go out, and any who dared infringe upon the demon lord's land would be dealt with quite harshly. The forces of Light would be saved. Before any other words could be said, from Isabella or otherwise, there was a shifting.

Isabella nearly lost her stomach as they appeared in what appeared to be hell. The princess's eyes swept the area, stunned at what she saw. Demons lay just beyond her sight: shadowy shapes just devoid of a solid form. Lava and fire seemed to dominate a landscape that was otherwise devoid of life and quite black. Isabella blinked, turning to her new companion. The demon lord was still human, thankfully. He snapped, and a dresser appeared. Isabella glanced at it, before looking to him.

"Yes, m'lord," she said, swallowing. Isabella moved to the dresser, pretending that she couldn't feel the presence of the lord. The stinging on her ass gave that away, however, and as she looked at the clothing, Isabella stopped doubting. Even the most conservative of clothes here made her most risque underthings from home look downright spinsterly. The princess held up a few, not believing her eyes.

Eventually, Isabella found something she felt would... suffice. She slid on what appeared to be a pair of lace panties, done in black and barely covering her sex. She tried to adjust, but found that the lace in back still mostly split her white globes. A matching bra, one that seemed to enhance her breasts, went atop, along with a pair of gloves and long stockings. She found what probably qualified as a dress: a black number with red lace fringe. It clung to her like a second skin, and the sides were essentially bits of string that went around to tie in back. The bottom seemed to barely cover, and Isabella had to struggle to keep it covering her own bottom. To finish: a pair of heels.

Swallowing, the princess walked up to the demon lord, moving to curtsy in front of him. "I hope this pleases you, m'lord," she managed, her voice only quivering slightly. She had never felt so exposed. A few more steps, and she paused just short of his throne. Surely he had been jesting about actually perching on his lap.

 

[Retsu]

Thule studied what Isabella was wearing for him, and was quite happy with the results. While it wasn't the most revealing outfit that was in the dresser, it still gave him excitement to see his new queen like this "I love it, gives you a certain sexy look. Now I do believe I told you to sit on my lap, and I expect my orders to be followed without question." the demon lifted her up with ease as he made her straddle him.

His long demon tongue went up to lick up her neck before he planted a kiss on her cheek "Now my queen, tis time to officially give you such a title; however, I must ask if you are a virgin. Don't worry, unlike other demons I can control myself quite well." a gentle smile appeared on his face as if that would make all her bad feelings go away.

Slowly, but surely, Thule began transforming into his true form. Long horns grew out from the top of his head, his eyes began completely bright red with no pupil to speak of, tentacle grew from his back and jerked about endlessly, and his teeth took on a sharper look "I hope my true form doesn't scare you too much my queen, but Thule will treat right."

 

[darkest_fate]

Sexy was a compliment, to be sure, though it was one that Isabella didn't receive very often. One simply didn't inform a princess that she was an object of sexual desire, even if one's pants were already showing precisely that. Hearing it from the demon's lips just made Isabella squirm. She heard the order, and opened her mouth to protest. Instead of words though, a squeak left Isabella's mouth. She struggled to dug the short dress low as the demon situated her upon his lap.

Something long, wet, and muscled dragged along Isabella's neck, making the girl tremble. A kiss that followed soon after confirmed her suspicions regarding what had touched her: the demon had licked her. She turned slightly, looking over her shoulder at the creature that had her pinned.

"Of course," she managed, swallowing again and wishing that her voice didn't tremble. "My innocence needed to be kept, as is tradition."

Because a virgin princess was worth more than a deflowered one, as everyone knew. Isabella shifted again, and felt something shifting. She turned, and those eyes went wider still as she watched horns beginning to glow, and what appeared to be long, strong appendages growing from his back. Her mouth fell open in shock, and words failed the princess as she watched the humanity fade from the man who declared himself her lover.

 

[Retsu]

Thule chuckled at her reaction to his true form, and kissed her cheek once more "I see my true form has left you speechless. No worries, words are not needed right now as it is time for action." the demon's hands went for her breasts as he gently began massaging them in his hands. His lips were pushed against hers to bring her into a kiss Now, please don't try to escape from my grasp. I get rather testy when a female tries to pull from my grasp, and I really don't want to hurt my queen. he spoke into her brain. He was quite aware that she wouldn't be able to respond; at least, not unless she turned demon herself.

Because of her demoness dress, it was quite easy to snake his hands inside they immediately began her bra clad breasts. A single tentacle flowed out of his back as it moved down to her maiden womanhood. It inserted itself inside her panties as he began gently rubbing her pussy Feel the twitching Isabella? It means that my tentacles must like you, and I think you'll find they are quite gentle with those they like. his tongue came out again as it forced its way inside her mouth. Letting their tongues dance around in her mouth.

 

[darkest_fate]

Another kiss to her cheek, one that snapped Isabella's attention back to the demon lord. "I just--" she began, trying to find words. However, all was caught up, instead replaced with a sharp gasp. Those warm hands had shot for her breasts as if guided there. They gently massaged the mounds, sending a momentary shot of pleasure through the princess's body. Before she could fully realize it, however, Isabella found her lips seized in a kiss.

The princess gasped into the connection, feeling his lips pry at hers. They were hot, and demanded attention. Her lips yielded to him, the plump softness being almost made for such attention. The bodily reaction, the kissing back, was all Isabella could manage at the moment. For words crept into her mind, insisting that she shouldn't squirm. Again, those eyes went wide, and a moan echoed into their closed lips. The demon spoke into her mind, invading her thoughts as he invaded her unwilling body.

Hands touched her breasts, seeming to bring an unwanted heat as they moved. Isabella pulled back as she felt the fingers drag along the sensitive skin. The bra seemed almost designed to enhance the friction, the lace dragging across a sensitive nipple with each tug of those needy hands. Isabella again moaned, half in frustration, half in a mounting desire. She squirmed again, trying to move away.

instead, she found anther limb prodding her. A squeal shot from her still smothered lips as the prehensile thing prodded her most secret space. The tiny slit seemed almost girlishly small. Legs tried to close, only to find that the tentacle could work around, twitching and rubbing against the lips, bringing yet more unwanted sensations. Mental words assured Isabella of what was happening.

The princess tried to pull away, to resist, yet she found a tongue invading her mouth, demanding attention and seizing her tongue. Isabella struggled, but it was mostly weak, a show more than a reality. That tongue was dragging against hers, lashing about it and dancing within her mouth, staking a claim just as much as the lashing tentacle and demanding hands.

 

[Retsu]

Your moans are cute my queen. Thule chuckled into her mouth as he spoke into her mind once more. All his movements kept up at the same pace for what seemed like ages until Thule un did her entire dress. Lucky for him, Isabella didn't notice a small hook in the back of her dress. This hook was connected to every part of her clothing, and one simple snapping would send them all dropping to the floor. Both his hands and the tentacle momentarily moved away from the piece of clothing they were at so it could fall; however, they quickly moved back to her bare body before she could react.

More tentacles emerged from his back as they coiled around the two. This was to stop Isabella from pulling away from Thule too much Tell me my queen, why is this, the tentacle inserted itself into her virgin hole for only a second before pulling out Becoming so wet already? he asked as he pulled away from her lips "Perhaps you are finally ready for me to make you my queen."

 

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Cute? Moans? Isabella wanted to protest, but her mouth was too busy dealing with an invading tongue to manage much in the way of protest. The various limbs continued their assault upon the innocent princess's lush body. Hands teased breasts, squeezing and rolling them. Isabella could feel blood rushing to her nipples, forming the little rose-buds into stiff peaks that begged for attention. Each little touch there would make her jerk, as if she needed more.

For a brushing along her sex made Isabella squirm. it brought forth much unwanted moisture in her nether regions, and forced the princess to rotate her hips in a matter that bespoke all kinds of feelings. Much against Isabella's will, she felt her temperature rising, coaxed higher by the manipulations. A flush showed upon that telling white, and even the slightest hint of sweat began to appear.

The hands shifted, and Isabella felt something catching at the dress. She gasped as she felt it falling away, leaving her wearing only the very skimpy underthings and a flush. The girl squirmed again, pushing away and trying to force distance between them. As she did, the tentacles moved, pushing her tighter against the demon. More words resounded in Isabella's mind, just as a tentacle prodded at the entrance of her sex. Another gasp, and Isabella stiffened, feeling her tight sex parting momentarily for an invader. The hole was quite hot, almost as if she were melting there. The princess simply wasn't used to this feeling, having even been advised against such unseemly practices as pleasuring herself. The new sensations made her hotter still.

Lips parted, leaving Isabella panting, her swirling mind struggling. "What? No, I'm--" she sputtered. "I--I'm ready for what you desire, m'm-lord."

She had no idea what he planned, but between the tentacles and other indicators, she was pretty sure she had an idea.

 

[Retsu]

Again Thule chuckled at her response and gave her one last quick kiss "Then I shall take your maidenhood now." his tentacles released themselves from her body, and he took his hands off her body "I do also want you to be as comfortable as possible, so I shall do this just for you," another quick snap of his fingers and a bed appeared behind her. It was quite comfortable and made from the finest materials hell had to offer. He picked her up wedding style as he carried her onto the bed, and climbed on top of her as he did.

He had already taken a slightly more human form, yet he kept his horns, bright red eyes, and sharp teeth "This is only to make you a little more comfortable for your first time my queen. I lose a human male appendage, I believe they are called cocks in your tongue, when I transform into my true form." only a single hand went to her breast while his other went to continue rubbing her virgin pussy "I know you aren't a slave my queen, but I do tend to like it when my women beg me. Even my demoness slaves beg me for sexual favors, but that is just in their nature I guess...nevermind that, the point is you have to beg me to make you into a woman."

 

[darkest_fate]

Another kiss, which took Isabella by surprise. It was soon followed by promises, and, to an even greater shock, a release of the tentacles. The princess turned, not sure what he was planning. One moment, he was molesting her, utilizing his dark powers. The next, he was speaking as though they were lovers on their wedding night. The confused girl looked to him, her confusion only enhancing as he snapped. She turned to look, only to find herself scooped up in arms. Again uncertain, Isabella gasped, flinging her arms about the demon lord.

Fear and anxiety had frozen her tongue, though Isabella still managed to get it out and let it run along her lips. A little more comfortable... loss of male appendage. Then what would he... Isabella didn't want to think about it. She didn't have that luxury, as soon he returned to molesting her body. The hand went to her breast, squeezing it, dragging the flimsy fabric of her bra against her nipple. Another dragged along her untouched sex, again dragging more fabric, making the girl suck in a breath through teeth.

"Beg?" she repeated. She blinked, looking up at him again, thoroughly confused. First, he molested her, then he picked her up and spoke as though they were married, then he insists on her begging? The girl was too confused to do much besides gape for the moment, her lips working. At the forefront of her mind was one clear thought though: princesses don't beg.

 

[Retsu]

"Yes Beg. I know that being a princess and all, you didn't have to beg for anything or anyone; however, you are my wife now. I always expect my women to do what I tell them to, and you being my wife doesn't change that." Thule stared into her eyes lovingly and almost with a sort of pleading look in them as well. Of course he had ways to make her beg him un-willingly, but he didn't want to use any of those unless it was one hundred percent necessary. Which he hoped it wouldn't come to doing that, but he was ready just incase.

"If you don't want to beg me then that is fine, but please know that means I have to resort more unconventional ways to make you beg. Please Isabella, I don't want to be forced to use those methods on you." his lips went for her neck as he began kissing along the base. It was an attempt to make her do as he asked, and he had more tricks up his sleeve to make her do it before he resorted to his demon powers.

 

[darkest_fate]

The words were true, and they rang ominously. He expected her to do what he said, irregardless of her position. He called her his wife too, which made her shiver despite herself. She'd known, to some degree, what her position in this whole mess was. Yet hearing it from someone like this, said in such a commanding way, added a whole new dimension. The strangest thing though, was seeing that look in his eyes.

More kissing, and Isabella found herself shifting, almost as if to bare her throat to him. He certainly seemed to know what he was doing, seemed all too experienced in pleasuring the female body. Isabella had a feeling that he was playing with her, toying with her, which was precisely what she expected. Still, she couldn't prevent her body from arching as those kisses ignited fires within.

The princess's eyes rolled to his, those eyelashes blinking as she looked into him. He seemed... almost sad, as though uncertain. This didn't gel with what she knew of demons, and Isabella almost felt a pang of unease and sympathy. However, all this didn't change one very important fact:

"Princesses don't beg," she said, almost not realizing the words were leaving her mouth. She shifted, trying to push herself further up the bed. "I'm sorry, my--" what did she call him? Isabella found words sticking in her throat, and she swallowed instead, merely repeating: "I'm sorry."

 

[Retsu]

The demon let a sigh escaped from his lips "Why do you keeping insisting that princesses don't beg? You are no longer a princess Isabella. You are my queen, and I want nothing more than for you to be happy; however, in order to do that. You need to follow any order I give you," his eyes turned more menacing and his tone fo voice grew more angry and demanding "Now you better beg me to make you into a woman, or I will forget about making you comfortable." that was a lie, this whole tone of voice was really just a way to try and make her beg as a last-ditch effort before using his powers. Like stated before, he didn't want to use them unless it was absolutely one hundred percent necessary to do so. He wanted his wife willingly do what he asked of her. Not force her by using his powers against her.

Thule continued kissing her neck, but he would also nibble on her earlobe after giving attention to her neck for a while. His hand on her sex also inserted a finger inside her as it tickled the moist inside walls. The hand on her breast started giving extra attention to the pink buds that came from her hardened nipples. All of these were ways he was trying to make her see things his way, and beg him to make her a woman.

 

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No longer a princess? "I will always be royal," insisted Isabella. Her voice was choked, her arousal quite evident from the rasp. His words did ring in her ears, the promise that things would go much worse for her. Isabella also knew full well that the first sexual encounter would set the tone for the rest of their "marriage," as it were. This she had received instruction on quite well.

"I will service you, if you like," she offered, shifting. A hand had pressed against her sex, and she gasped as she felt it inside her. Isabella's pussy seemed to welcome the invader, wrapping about him, a velvet vice. The walls trembled and juices coated the invaders, defying the words and insistence that kept coming from those parted lips. As if that weren't enough, Isabella felt fingers touch her breasts, teasing the tender nipples so that they surged forward. The fabric of the provided bra had shifted, baring most of her. Indeed, all the undergarments had been pushed aside by insistence.

"I will serve you as a wife should," intoned Isabella, as if reading from a script. "My sex stands at your service."

though her body had already made that abundantly clear. She trembled yet again, biting her lip hard to suppress noises of joy, though even those escaped through clenched teeth and tightened jaw.

 

[Retsu]

A smile appeared on Thule's face "Thank you," he whispered into his ear. The demon first removed any clothing that was on him; again telling her that it was to make her comfortable. Then he removed all her remaining clothing so that she was completely naked below "Get ready my queen, your husband shall make you into his woman." he intertwined their fingers together as a tentacle slowly penetrated her until it was blocked by her hymen "Just squeeze my hand, and I promise you the pain will subside quickly." the tentacle burst through her hymen, and while it wanted to move, it stayed there to let Isabella get used to the foreign object inside her.

It would be quick however, because Thule decided to use a bit of his powers in order to dull the pain for her. He did this for two reasons. One, he really wanted to just have his way with her now. Two, because he didn't like the idea of giving his wife immense pain "You tell me when I can move my love." his lips again went to her neck to kiss along the base once more.

 

[darkest_fate]

The clothing fell, and Isabella's confusion ascended with it. What was this demon planning? What was his scheme? She didn't understand how a creature that lived on pain and suffering would be gentle to her, or so it appeared. Was that all he'd wanted? Saying she was ready didn't equate begging for it. To further enhance her confusion, fingers laced with hers, while an appendage prodded at her.

The princess looked down, seeing the strange tentacle twisting along her sex. It penetrated into her sex, and she gasped, her body stiffening at the sudden invasion of something foreign. But it didn't enter very deep, despite parting her tight lips and pushing aside tender folds. Instead, he spoke to her, and she looked to him, that confusion reigning supreme upon her features.

Before she could ask or do anything, he penetrated her. Isabella arched, a sharp cry escaping her lips. Inner folds closed tight, squeezing the invader and rippling around it. Arousal made the entry more easy than it would be otherwise, but the tendril was still quite large, and Isabella's sex was quite small. For some reason though, she felt the pain quickly subside, much quicker than she felt it should have.

Panting, she lay there, her chest heaving as her mind swam. He... he called her... Was he deranged? She was a prize that had been handed to him by a government in exchange; chattel, nothing more. She certainly didn't love him. He was a demon.

 

[Retsu]

Thule waited for what seemed like ages for her reply to know he could move, but she never spoke s word. She just continued giving him that confused look that he had apparently grown fond of. This face slightly angered the demon because he wanted her to look up at him with love. It was true, the concept of a demon being gentle with a human was quite strange; however, Isabella no longer held a human status any longer. She was now made into Thule's demoness queen when he penetrated her sex, and broke her hymen. Demon lords are typically quite gentle with their queens. Yes there comes times when be must assert his authority over her, but they are still quite gentle.

"Isabella, would you please stop looking at me with that confused look? I am starting to get slightly annoyed by it, and you don't want to get me angry," the tentacle inside her began moving; thrusting a little than you would with a virgin due to him using his powers dull her pain "I would love it more if you looked at me with a look that said 'I love you Thule, with all my heart.' not a "what the fuck are you saying" kind of look."