Rule in Hell (claret and Crow11)

[claret]

Known colloquially as the Fourth Prince, Marthim is not counted among the eldest of Hell's great Lords. Nor does he boast unmatched personal power. He does, however, command a united army the likes of which Hell has never before seen - a feat that has allowed him to seize control of one fourth of the Pit's great Layers. Though he possesses no legitimate claim to any of the Thrones of Hell, infernal politics are such that should he ascend to one, none would dare rise against him to take it back.

In fact, by the end of the night, he intends to become the Third Prince.

He largely owes this to Tapheon, a demon technically surpassing him in power and rank, though also in arrogance. Tahpeon's depredations in the mortal world, the theft and torture of innocent souls, have called down the wrath of the Celestial Host. Even now the angels are burning his stronghold. The defenses of which Marthim would not even deign call 'adequate'. As the Host presses forward, overconfident, his own armies are moving behind and above to cut them off.

At his word, they attack, falling on the angels with fire and slaughter. The Fourth Prince leads his armies from the front, and he is among them when they crash into the flank of the Host's forces. Privately, he thrills at the thought of the notoriety he will win for defeating another Prince and the Celestial host simultaneously (such as it were). Even as the first ranks break, more of his soldiers fall on them from above, and he's pleased to see his orders to capture as many of the angels alive as they can is holding.

 

[Crow11]

A simple angel, no high ranking or standing with a job unlike many other angels. Asigned along with 4 others to protect the heavens from the devesators below while keeping track over her own demering life. Know as Thana by few she is made to live in secret and hiding untill hell is upon them. With slightly more abilty then the average angel, she's known for her firey temper and unwillingness to give in to anything which is often what gets her into more deadly situations then it does safe ones.

A war is amoung them, brought on by the known Tapheon for his ruthlessness and cruelty. Forces were at his fort, brecking down what they could to get inside and to bring to trial the one and only. The rest of her soldiers were arriving to aid the others before a wave of terror tore down their efforts. Attacks from the front, back and above. Cornering the angels against the half broken fort. Thana would be with them, stricking back and down against the first row of weaker minion demons. The sounds that they man were blood curtling and horrific as more and more of them advanced onto the unprepared angels.

It was the one and only. The Fourth King, Marthim. One who had become silent over a couple of weeks for what is now a understanding reason. Preparing for war with an army ready for 2. The angels began to fall, others tried to escape with no avail. Things were falling to shit and Thana's angelic nature was soon deminished as she was slowly hit from what appeared to be every angle at once.

 

[claret]

Like all infernal armies, Marthim's forces drive the lesser Damned before them in a wave. Twisted mortal souls and wretched lesser demons spill into the city like a flood. Tapheon's forces and members of the Host alike are swallowed up by the tide, and the Fourth Prince knows they won't be recovered. No matter though, casualties are to be expected. Next come demon legionnaires in close rank, their faceless heads hidden behind red-iron masks and their grey-black flesh adorned with battle scars. Each standing half again as high as a mortal man. These creatures bear horrifying weapons, nets of woven glass and bows of black Stygian wood - and those angels that fall before them are seized and bound.

Finally, the are the generals and the officer cadres, and of course, the Fourth Prince himself. The battle is all but won when the demon Prince lays eyes on Thana, watching as the angel is beset from all sides. This is the one, he's sure of it. The lesser demons scatter before him as he approaches her, his clawed feet striking sparks of obsidian fire from the stones below. In a moment he's upon her himself, striking with his sword, trying to disarm and disable her so she can be captured.

 

[Crow11]

The angelic forces were soon diminished, leaving those who surived bound and taken away to god knows where. Almost all of their which cloaks and matching armor turned a deep crimson red, covered in blood that would have belonged to their own people. Bodies lay scattered across the city and field, most face down in a pool of their own holy blood while some were missing limbs.

The once quiet and peaceful city had now been ruined and dethrowned by a demon known to well for his brutalness. The Fourth Prince Marthim.

Thana contined to fight on. Using 2 swords that she had taken from fallen angels in an attempt to hold them off. Things were quickly backfireing for the young angel, she was becomming exhausted and quickly advanced upon by more and more demons. They were strong, ugly and incredibly powerful. It wasn't long before everything around her seemed to fall quiet, the advancing demons backed off but blocked her means of escape untill the looming shadow of the Fourth Prince stood infront. Was she the last one standing? Why was he comming after her? She became panick stricken, frozen in her flats after gulping down a ball of saliva that had built up in her mouth. She was shocked, suprised and utterly terrified as he charged her with his sword. She dodged, rolling against the ground before jumping to her feet and holding up what felt like a pathetic guard. She took his continous attacks untill her own weapons snapped in two, leaving her defensless.

 

[claret]

The battle is over but it amuses Marthim to see the angels fight on in futility. Tapheon's own officers and generals have long since fled or change sides, such as it always is with infernal wars. He presses the guard of the angel he's duelling, and he's forced to admit that her style has a certain grace and art to it, even if it won't avail her of anything. The black edge of his sword flashes out and in a moment she lays unconscious at his feet. What a prize! A part of him wants to take her right here, with the blood and grime and lust of battle still on him, but stops himself. It will be better when she's aware, when he can hear her cries of fear and pain turn to cries of need.

So instead he gestures to his servants, who lift the unconscious angel and carry her away. In the wake of the battle there's much for him to do. Tapheon's palace must be looted, his wives and concubines and treasures divided up between Marthim's soldiers. The dead will be left where they fell, but for the fallen angels, whose armor and weapons will make fine prizes of war. In the meantime, Thana is taken to their encampment where Marthim's servants strip her of her weapons and clothing. A chain is fitted around her neck and her wrists are shackled, the red iron restraints secured to the ground so she can await the pleasure of the Fourth Prince. In fact, he arrives not long after she regains consciousness...

 

[Crow11]

She was lying on the ground of the tent, everything seemed heavy and her head hurt quiet a bit. She was used to being light, her weight resembling a feather at times but with the chains around her neck and wrists she was weighed down. Thana wasn't physically strong, she had skill in attacking and defence but give her a heavy rock to carry and she would struggle. She soon managed to sit up, her hand reaching up to rub her head before noticing the shackles. She looked at them, examining the red iron before noticing her naked body and immediately trying to cover up with no avail.

"Wh.. What.. Oh my god.." She said before looking up and seeing the Fourth Prince enter. "Let me go.." She began to demand but the size of him quickly intimidated her to quiet down. Her legs were closed shut and curled up to her chest to try and cover her body. Her arms were pulling against the restraints that gave her very little movement.

 

[claret]

Marthim's eyes rake over her naked form as he tries to hide it from him. The Fourth-- well, actually he's now the Third Prince, wears very little. It looks like his servants removed his armor, and now he's clad only in a loincloth. The outline of his cock, heavy and thick, is clearly visible. One might question if the demon Prince had any shame, which of course, he doesn't. His body is firm and muscular, his skin covered in fine red scales that seem almost uniform at a casual glance. Darker patterns within the scales form various blasphemous shapes, mostly across his back and upper arms. His polished black horns curl around his ears like a ram's, they've been elaborately carved, and the grooves filled with gold.

"So you're awake." He walks around her, to the far side of the tent, and reclines on the bed set up there. Few demon Lords travel lightly, and Marthim is no exception to that rule. This is a battlefield construction, but it's more like a set of apartments than a rude shelter. There's a table with food and wine, another area set up as a war room with tactical diagrams set up in various configurations. "Obviously as an angelic soldier you're in a position to appreciate my brilliance, waiting for the Celestial Host to engage Tapheon and then defeating both armies." He smiles thinly, "...and what a prize I have to commemorate crowning myself Third Prince."

 

[Crow11]

Never before had she seen the prince up close. In the position she was in she could see almost every little detail about him, the way his grooved hors were filled with gold, the patterns against his scales that followed a direction across his shoulders and arms. He was a sight, one that no one would ever want see nor witness while being shackled and held against her will.

Thana simply stared, her light hair reaching down to her shoulders and down her back in a messy fashion while very human blue eyes stared at the demon. He was huge, a figure that blocked whatever light there was from reaching the angel and causing her to tilt her head up to look. Her now dirtied white wings appearing in an attempt to fly away, it was a defence mechanism for the angel, one that she was able to control and will when summoning her wings to appear. Wings that resembled those of a large owls only large in size and attached just off her shoulder blades.

She shook her head listening to the demon speak of his victory. She didn't want to believe it no, more soldiers would have come to their aid and helped them out, angels would have swept in and saved them from the devastation. Her gaze followed him as he reclined in his bed. "appreciate your brilliance? Your no Third Prince, this is a dream in which my mind is playing some cruel trick on me. Nightmares must have escaped from your realm and found their way into ours.. Yes that's it." She came to the conclusion, her gaze dropping to the floor as she pulled at the chains with the extra power of her beating wings.

 

[claret]

Marthim watches her, amused. The chains, forged from the same red iron as the great City of Dis, aren't going to budge - even when tested against the considerable might of an angel. "Please," he says, "stop struggling. You're only going to wear yourself out." The Third Prince stands, crossing the space between them until he stands before her.

"...and it's very real." As she struggles, her reaches out, tracing a fingertip along the hollow between her breasts and then taking one of her nipples between his fingers and pinching it sharply. His body is close enough to feel the heat and power radiating off him, and with his other hand he pulls the loin cloth free, his impressive cock already half erect. As it rises out of his sheath and brushes along her thigh, she can see that the member is black - the same color as his horns - and covered in raised ridges of softer cartilage. At its base is a thick, muscular knot. He leans down, closer to her, "I have so many... uses for one such as you."

 

[Crow11]

"Let. Me. Go." She demanded, her gaze resting on the Prince as he spoke. She stopped struggling but stayed in a position that had the chains at full lock against where she was bound to.

Feeling his fingure across her chest, in an area that was seen to be private. She frowned putting up with it as it definetly wasn't the worse thing to worry about, what came next had her squirming. As he took one of her nipples inbetween his fingures, squeezing and pinching at the sensitive flesh left her trying to move away but to no avail once more. She was chained down like a dog with very little amount of area granted for her to move in. When he present his cock, the huge, dark member that stood half erect infront of her with the knotted base catching her eye. She knew what it was and was no terrified of it. No way was that going to fit in her.. "What do you mean?.." She asked, her harsh tone deminishing to one that was quiet and scared as she felt the sheer power raidiating off his body from the small distance apart they were.

 

[claret]

"I have no intention of letting you go." The demon Prince moves behind her, winding his arms around her waist and drawing her to him, holding her so she can't pull away. His hands explore her soft flesh, tugging at her nipples and thumbing over them, tracing down her stomach and sliding lightly over her pussy lips. Marthim's flesh is warm, almost hot to the touch, and his cock - now fully erect - presses into the small of her back. His hand eventually comes to rest on her lower abdomen near her womb, and he strokes over it thoughtfully.

His teeth graze over her flesh where her neck joins her shoulder, "You would be a fine prize even if I had no other purpose for you. Which I do, I have many enemies in Hell, and with your angelic powers I can eliminate them... permanently." What he says is true, after a fashion. Powerful demons can sometimes re-form, even if they've been brutally killed - though not if they've been slain by an angel.

 

[Crow11]

"No.." She murmmered, her head spinning around as he began to walk behind here. He was now in a position that made it hard for Thana to see him, she was unaware of what he would do and everything was now a suprise.

His body was hot and with the simple act of being close left the angel heating up dramatically. As his hands found her waist and she was draw back she struggled again, her wings batting like a trapped bird before simply disapearing at the touch as they were useless. Her small frame under his as he pulled and played with her sensitive nipples and then down to her pussy lips where her legs instantly shut around his fingures. She felt bared, having his massive cock resting against her back and a hand pushing against her lower abdoment as he stoked it oddly. The teeth against her neck as if a dog being held down by something larger, she winced at the movement and at his words.

"I'm no prize and i have no purpose for you. Then take my powers and let me go." She begged once more, feeling completely trapped in the position he held her in.

 

[claret]

"Now, now," he practically purrs as he holds her in the obscene parody of an embrace. His fingers dip back down as he speaks, intruding between her pussy lips, the tip of a callused finger rubbing over her clit. He strokes up and down with agonizing slowness, looking her over for any reaction. "You know your powers are useless to me. Unless, of course, you were willing to use them on my behalf."

He sighs, "Which I suppose, if you aren't, I can't force you to." His other hand comes to her nipple again, tugging at the delicate pink bud and rolling it between his fingers. "...but if you were, I could make some considerations." The demon Prince lets the words hang in the air for a moment while his hands toy with her body. "I could free some of your captive allies, and the souls that Tapheon took unjustly. Of course, if you're so eager to get away from me, I could give you to my officer cadre..."

 

[Crow11]

She closed her eyes as she felt his hand slowly travel back down to her sex, dipping between her pussy lips while one of his rough fingers rubbed against her clit. She began to squirm once more, her hips moving every so slightly but to no avail in the embrace she was held in. Her stomach seemed to churn and tense as she swallowed a ball of saliva that had built up in her mouth. His voice, so dark and sinister yet teasing her with her back still planted against his black cock. She thought for a moment, as best she could with the rubbing she was receiving from him. "H..how many did you take?.." She asked, biting down on her lip. She was quick to become wet as his touch, the build up of arousal and being teased spilling over.

What would she have to go through to let her allies be released? Were they even alive? And the souls.. The prince had done a huge number on the city in which she resided in. His attack seemingly completely out of know where as they attempted to defeat someone else, the number of soldiers or demons he had at his disposal was unbeatable. "No.. I wont use them on your behalf.. Your crazy.." She finished as her hips slowly tilted upward.

 

[claret]

Marthim grins at the feel of her wetness as her hips tilt against his fingers. His breath is hot against her ear. "How many angels were captured? I would say a hundred survived the battle. About half of them will survive the night. My officers are not gentle," at the word, his fingers tighten around her nipple, squeezing hard enough to cause her a bit of pain. "...and even less so after a war. Bloodlust is a powerful thing among demons."

"Of course, you could save them..." As he speaks, the Prince's fingers keep exploring the sensitive flesh between her pussy lips. Occasionally he teases his fingers over her passage, as though he's going to plunge them into her, but he never does. He wonders if she's ever had a man before, and he resists the urge to force her to the ground, mount her, and rutt himself until he's satisfied. "You could serve me... I mean, killing demons, it really wouldn't be all that different than what you normally do."

"...but of course, you won't. I understand." Almost without warning, he withdraws his hands and steps away, leaving her to stumble and fall back to her knees if she was depending on him for balance. He licks at his slick fingers idly, both of his tongues curling around them, his mouth curving into a dark smile at the taste of her. Then he goes back to his bed, reclining with a yawn.

 

[Crow11]

His hot breath against her ear left a tingle to race up spine, leaving her shuttering with a heavy exasperated pant. "I would never have thought.." She managed to be sarcastic, her jaw clenching as she spoke before opening to softly pant. As he tightened around her nipple she could feel herself unintentionally back up against him while leaning forward ever so slightly. It was hurting, her nipples never being treated in such a matter left them sensitive to touch let along squeeze and pinch.

"Could..Heh." Se huffed, figuring he was being sarcastic as well. She had that split second to speak before returning her thoughts to the hand that felt as though he was about to enter. His hands alone were enough to leave her whole pussy hot and now wet, the way his figures moved or explored left her legs trembling. She managed to listen long enough to hear his proposition. Killing demons.. That didn't sound to bad. He mind ran through to possible outcomes.. No she couldn't, it would go against everything she lived for. She didn't reply.

As he replied, reading her mind before moving away. The sudden warmth radiating from his hands and body no replaced with a brisk breeze against her naked flesh. She fell to her knees, her hands being held out ever so slightly at the strain of the chains. She looked up to watch him, seeing his back and all of the detail in his scales and the tips of his horns. He was definitely a sight, she knew that already but his sheer size was enough to leave soldiers quivering in their boots, no wonder they lost so quickly. She landed with an 'umf' obviously uncomfortable now that she was once again completely exposed and helpless. She watched on as he licked his figures, looking down between her legs to see just how wet she hand become and with a dismay closed them shut with cheeks that turned a rough red. "Are you just going to leave me here?.." She asked in a matter of being frightened and cold.

 

[claret]

Marthim leans back on the bed, considering the situation. Perhaps she needs some 'persuasion', or perhaps she'll never serve. The latter seems likely, though his officers may react... poorly if he takes one of their captives. Half of being a demon lord is really just making sure your subordinates don't betray you, and he still has so much conquering to do. There's Abbadon, who rules in the Obsidian Reaches, and Caim who holds the shores of--

When she speaks, he pauses and looks up. "Leave you there?"

The Third Prince shakes his head with a smile. He snaps his fingers and says a word in the language of demons. She he does, glowing red glyphs flare up on the chains. Uprooting themselves from the ground like writhing, twisted snakes, they pull her over the floor of the tent. It looks like the restraints are one terrifying interconnected device. She's lifted into the air and dropped unceremoniously onto the bed.

Marthim seizes her, pulling her on top of him and holding her hips, claws pricking at her skin and his cock sliding along the sensitive wet slit between her legs. His manhood is rock-hard and very warm, almost hot enough to be uncomfortable. "There, that's much better. I'm sure you're much more comfortable now." He leans up, seizing her nipple between his lips and sucking at it firmly both tongues flicking back and forth over it.

 

[Crow11]

"Yes." She said in response, nodding her head before swallowing while watching him shake his head.. What had she gotten herself into. Hearing him speak she closed her eyes, praying that it wasn't for something worse to happen that could cause her serious injury or death. Opening one eye at a time as the chains began to glow red, they became hot as well while around her wrists which caught her complete attention. Within what seemed like seconds she was lifted off the ground and brought over to the demon. Her legs hanging or occasionally kicking about before finding herself on the bed. She immedietly began to try and scamper away but was siezed and placed on his lap. With chains still attatched to her wrists she found herself weighed down against the Prince, her legs in a open sitting position over his huge cock as his claw dug into her delicate fleash.

She was in a worse positon now, she regretted ever speaking or asking for anything. She was annoyed with herself, she should have known that something worse would have come from it. She was alittle more comfortable though, arm wise. Her pussy, that had slowly cooled down, was now boiling hot, she was begining to sweat just from the raidiation of his cock onto her still wet slit. She was gliding along it as she was moved. Her hands hand mvoed to his abodoment or besides the head of his huge cock as she tried to push away, her arms not being long enough ment that only her fingure tips were able to touch the odd skin of the demon underkneath her.

She didn't have to much time to think before his double tongue worked on her nipple. She cried out "Ah...No." She managed, trying to push his huge figure away but ofcourse nothing happened and her puny and weak efforts went un noticed.

 

[claret]

Marthim's tongues swirl around the hardening pink bud of her nipple. He takes it between his teeth, nipping and tugging at it. If anything, her struggles only seem to encourage him, and the ridges on his cock scrape back and forth over the sensitive flesh between her pussy lips. He can feel the cool purity of her angelic powers as her fingers press against his abdomen in protest. It's a thrilling feeling, to have a member of the Host so completely at his mercy. His mouth releases her breast, and he tangles one hand in her hair, pulling her closer to him.

"I'm going to take you now, angel." His breath is hot against her ear. "We'll see how defiant you are when your womb is heavy with my spawn." The demon's hand tightens in her hair, and he uses his other hand to pull her into position, the head of his cock pushing eagerly against her entrance. Then he fills her with a sharp, violent thrust. The ridges on his cock scrape against the tight walls of her passage, even as he fills her, he pulls back and thrusts again.

 

[Crow11]

Things began to roughen up, biting down on her nipple left the angel cringing in pain. Things began to hurt and heat up all over her body, she was panting quietly while keeping her gaze adverted from the demon. Hands clenching into fists that tried to ward off the demon with hits, all doing nothing against his hard and scaly bodice. Being pulled down closer to him frightened her, it was painfull and she was scared of what was to come.

"No.. You wont fit.." She pleaded, feeling the head of his cock position itself to enter, she tried moving her hips to be in a different position but its sheer size made no difference. "Dont.. PLease." She was wet, hot but unprepared for his size and as he tightens his hold on her hair she winces and whines. His sharp thrust left her crying out, the ridges scraping across her tight and pure pussy sending all sorts of sensations including pain throughout her body. "It hurts... Please" She cried, closing her eyes as her body tensed around him, making matters worse for herself with the discomfort. She felt impalled on him, stuck now that he was inside her, filling her once pure pussy.

 

[claret]

The demon lord makes a pleased noise as he takes her virginity. Her pleas going unheard as his cock invades her tight, protesting flesh. Even better that she's never had a man before - she will truly belong to him. He imagines all the ways he'll have her, on his throne, in his bed, perhaps even with one of his concubines or shared with a particularly loyal officer. Her body is cool compared to his, and the pre-cum spilling inside her is almost uncomfortably hot. His claws prick against the flesh of her hips, pulling her down further each time, the thick swell of muscle at the base of his cock stretching her further, trying to force it's way in.

"I would have let you serve me willingly." He lets go of her hair, his hand sliding down her body. His thumb finds her clit and rubs against it as he thrusts in and out of her tight pussy. He doesn't worry that her arms are free, she's not strong enough to push him away in any case, and he wants to feel her struggle against him. "...but instead, this is how you'll serve."

 

[Crow11]

She was gasping uncomfortably with every thrust, she couldn't believe that it was inside her and that she couldn't do anything about it. She squirmed, fighting against the force thrusting into her tight hole. She could feel her pussy lips expanding more as his knot try to force its way in and implant inside her, she would truly be stuck then. She felt as if her insides were melting as the she could feel her insides coated in a thin layer of his pre, she was sweating and shaking all in at once.

"Urgh..Urgh..Please..No" She grumbed, hitting at his chest again and again with a clenched fist. Her head turned to look at the roof of the tent as she felt his thumb against her stimulated clit, she groaned closing her eyes and swallowing hard. She was his slave, a angel made to bare his child.. Was it possible? She questioned, running the idea over through her head while receiving the rough pounding. She was still in quiet a bit of pain, her insides literally stretched around him while trying to cope with his size.

 

[claret]

In truth, it would be easy to hold her down and subdue her completely, but part of the enjoyment the demon is clearly getting out of this lies in watching her struggle against him. Her fear, pain, and distress; even her fists striking him as he uses his hands and hips to drag her up and down on his massive cock are all intoxicating. Each thrust drives a little deeper than the last, stretching her wider, dragging the ridges of his cock back and forth over her tight walls, threatening to bury his knot within her.

It happens suddenly, his fingers dig into her hips as he pulls her down against him. His cock fills her to the hilt - the head of it pressing against her womb, the knot swelling inside her until pulling away is impossible. The demon practically roars in triumph as he cums. His corrupt seed is hot and thick, so much of it filling it her that it would quickly leak out were they not tied together, and each powerful pulse of his cock spills more of it into her womb. He lets go of her hips, allowing her to struggle as freely as she likes now, admiring the sight of her impaled helplessly on his cock as he spends himself inside her.

 

[Crow11]

She tried everything while trying to get away, pushing against him, hitting and crying but nothing worked. She was being pummelled on the inside with every moment he was inside. Her sides clenched around him, trying to push him out but the ridges on his cock almost guaranteed he wasn't going anywhere. Every time she tried she was scraped against them, made to hurt and sending a chilling pain through her body. The scraping of her walls left her wet, it triggered something in her body that made her produce such juices when impaled on his cock.

She had fallen forward, looking down and panting as she was pulled down against his hips and implanted with the huge, black knot. She groaned, her stomach revealing the huge knot that was implanted tightly inside. Her hands rested on his abs as she heaved, immediately feeling full and heavy with the amount of cum being shot inside her. She was struggling to cope with the hot seed, her body glistening with sweat that trailed down her naked body. She didn't bother moving, being knotted to him meant that any movement meant more discomfort for her and she was already to sore. She could feel her body clench and unclench around him in objection to the spewing amounts of cum entering her tiny body. "I cant.. I cant... " She mumbled looking down to see her slowly growing abdomen.