Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

The Unknowing Sacrafice(Pyrolobus and I)

Star Pupil

Star Pupil

Old soul
Joined
Apr 30, 2011
Location
Valhalla
Karim's travels were cut short when she found an older man on the side of the road passed out from exhaustion. Being of woman of faith, she always wanted to help others. She got off her horse and laid her pale hands on him, bringing him out of his fatigue. He immediately woke up and realized who had found him and saved him. He begged the woman to help him. Of course, Karim couldn't say no to this desperate, hungry old man.

After giving him rations, she told him to continue to travel north where it was safer until three days had passed. She would escort him back home after taking care of the evil in his village. After he was on his way, she mounted herself on her horse and made a beeline to save the town terrorized by evils. Her horse was galloping so fast, that her long, red hair carried behind her, riding with the winds.

"May goddess Iomedae bless me today." She said as the village appeared on the horizon. Her horse was strong and easily could handle the ride over. She petted it's thick black mane and then closed her eyes. Just as quickly as she closed them, she opened them again as she locked onto the evil. This was the village. It was here.
 
Azazel sat in his cave, sitting on a throne roughly hewn from the living rock. Deep in the recesses of the cave, the room measured a hundred feet or so in diameter and was roughly circular, and a massive pentagram was burnt into the ground in the center. He was a handsome demon, or at least, took the form of a handsome man. His stature was preternaturally large at seven feet tall, his face thin but not gaunt, with dark red-brown eyes like smoldering coals. He stared into his crystal ball, watching as Karim rode to the village.
"Lovely," he said, showing his fangs in a toothy grin, "Just lovely."

Back at the village, an old man came forth and hailed Karim as she rode into the squalid village.
"Hail, friend," he said, noticing the sign of Iomedae on her armor, "What brings you here?"
 
Karim looked down at the old man in the village. She didn't know who she could trust right now. She had seen evil control others like puppets, and she didn't want to readily announce that she was here to slay the demon. Though, it might be possible he was already aware that she was here. She got off her horse and looked at the man. "I am here to rest. I have been riding since sunrise. Merrick is very tired and I wish to give him a break as well." She told him as she surveyed the village. There was evil remnants around this place, but the demon itself wasn't here. He was more than likely just on the outside village in his layer.

Karim looked at the old man and smiled at him. He was her height so she didn't have to look up like she often did to other people. "Do you mind giving me sanction?" She did notice earlier that he was staring at her armor. No doubt he had a clue as to what she was.
 
The old man nodded. "Indeed, a paladin of Iomedae is a good omen! There is a demon, just north of here, perhaps an hour's ride, who has plagued this village for nearly a decade. His name is Azazel. If you are brave, then perhaps Iomedae has sent you to slay him. Come with me. I'll take you to the inn on the north side of the village and vouch for you to the innkeeper. If you are here to help us, I'm sure he'll provide you with room and board for free."
With that, the old man turned and began walking north, toward the inn. When they arrived, the innkeeper looked up, and his face lit up with reconition of the sign on Karim's armor.
"Gods be praised!" he said, wide-eyed, "A paladin of Iomedae! Are you here to slay the demon?"
 
Karim followed the old man, only stopping to put Merrick into the stables and give him something to eat. She then went inside with the old man. She didn't plan to rest for very long, but she was certain that after battle she'd need a place to recuperate. Most of her battles with demons ended with her wounded. Upon seeing the inkeeper, she only nodded but then placed a gauntlet clad finger to her soft lips.

"Yes, but be silent. You never know who is to be trusted while a demon is around." She told him before looking at the old man. "I don't have time to rest for very long. I do not want to be caught by surprise. I will just place my things down and allow my horse to eat and rest for a bit. Azazel will die tonight."
 
Azazel watched his crystal ball intently, demon eyes burning with an ancient, malignant intelligence.
"Die tonight, eh? Well, we'll see about that," he said, turning the crystal ball in his fingers. He sat up and strode to the front of the cave. "Might as well give her something to occupy her," he said. Chanting and gesturing, he summoned two hellhounds. With a blast of red mist and hellfire, they appeared, slavering and howling at their master.
"To the front of the cave with you!" he said, pointing. The hellhounds obeyed, sprinting to the front chamber, just behind the cave entrance. Azazel smirked to himself. Karim was strong, and he saw in her an experienced warrior. But the hellhounds would make sure she was tired by the time she reached his chamber. He stroked his pointy, soot-black beard, still smirking. Perhaps he'd pretend to let her win first, then beat her down afterward. Suddenly, a most evil thought occurred to him. She was a beautiful creature - why not a little rape and desecration? The thought of it was enough to make one salivate.
"Come quickly, Karim," he said, looking back into his crystal ball, "I'm randy enough as it is. Don't tease me."

Back at the village, after Merrick was rested and had eaten, the old man went to the north of the village with Karim.
"There," he said, pointing to a valley between two high, spire-like peaks, "That is where his den is. Be careful! He is crafty and has been the bane of more than one holy warrior."
 
"I will be careful. Thank you for your assistance." Karim said before she tugged at the reigns of her horse. Merrick immediately broke out into a brisk trot as Karim began to pray. If she encountered any evils before she got to the demons layer, she would be able to handle them with borrowed strength from her goddess, hopefully keeping her in top condition for her battle with Azazel.

She then took out her sword, a long broad blade that looked as if it had been sharpened and polished daily. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as the evil became more condensed in this area.

Eventually she was close to the cave, and she felt not one evil creature, but three. One presence was strong, obviously her opponent. The others weren't as strong, however.
 
Azazel watched his crystal ball, waiting near the back of the cave. It was time!

As soon as Karim walked into the cave, the hellhounds set upon her. One attacked from the front, while the other circled behind her, using dog-pack tactics to try and overwhelm her.

Azazel watched the battle from the throne room, snickering to himself. His sinecure laugh reverberated through the cave. After Karim defeated the two hounds, he laughed louder, and then called out.
"Come! I long to lay eyes on you, Paladin of Iomedae!"
When she entered the throne room he stood, drawing himself up to his full height, grinning and spreading his arms wide in a mocking gesture of welcome.
"So good to see you!" he said, cackling.
 
It was a little difficult fighting the two hounds at once. She was mainly concerned about protecting Merrick despite him having armor himself. He was a brave, steed, and did not run away while she used her sword to vanquish the hounds. She came out of that battle with few injuries thanks to her armor, though it was not full plate. She had a nasty bite on her leg, one that she fixed easily by laying her hands upon it.

She told Merrick to wait outside of the cave. It was time to go in alone. Hearing the demon's words echo through the cave, she just glared at him, her sword drawn. "You look weaker than I imagined, but that's good for me. I will put a stop to your meddling tonight, Azazel. Know this, Karim, Paladin of Iomedae is the name of the woman who took your life." She didn't waste any more time. She charged at him, and then with one powerful swing she brought it down upon him like a lead weight.
 
Azazel took the brunt of the force against his demonic flesh. He winced. The sword cut deep, and was probably enchanted. With one hand, he wrenched the sword out of his body, his flesh beginning to regenerate as the sword came free. He slashed across Karim's armor, magical flaming claws extending from his hand as he raked it across the breastplate. Back and forth they went, sword singing and claws swiping, until Azazel was backed up against the wall of the cave. He decided, grinning inwardly, that this would be the time to feign defeat.
"Mercy," he said, panting and affecting struggle, "You are too strong for me, Paladin."
 
Karim was breathing heavily as her sword was pointing to Azazel's neck. She was tired and her armor was destroyed by this demon. The fact that she had bested him came as only relief to her considering she felt as though she was losing. She glared down at the demon as he begged for his life. "I do not give mercy to evil creatures. You are nothing but pure evil and will not change your ways. You are going to die here and now." She told him as she put her right hand behind the hilt of her blade. "The only mercy I will grant you is last words." She told him as she slowly began to press the blade against his skin. "Speak."
 
Azazel looked up at her with a falsely contrite face, then smiled sadly. His feigned sad smile soon became a mocking grin.
"You haven't won yet, Paladin," he said. And with that, he swept his hand and disarmed her, sending her sword clattering to the edge of the cave. He leapt to his feet and pounced on her, slamming her violently into the ground. He snickered as he heard her make a "Hnnngg" noise as the air rushed out of her lungs from the force of the slam. He held her down with one hand on her neck for a while, allowing her to struggle and tire herself out. When she was thoroughly exhausted, and could barely move, only laying there panting and feebly trying to pry his hand off of her neck, he touched her armor. With a few spoken words, it disintegrated, leaving her only in her plain brown tunic and hose.
"Now for the real fun," he said, leering down at her. Keeping his right hand on her neck, he took his other hand and began to gently fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples through the fabric. He slid the hand down, tickling her stomach a little bit, and began rubbing her crotch through her hose. Concentrating, he muttered a few words, casting a silent spell of lust. She wouldn't be willing, but she would feel pleasure, against her own will.
"Do you like that, Paladin?" he asked, still leering.
 
Karim was taken aback when he was able to disarm him. He was faster than she thought, in fact, he had never moved that fast during battle. Her eyes went wide as she watched her sword fly to the other end of the cave, and before she could even think about going after it, she was on the ground with him above her, squeezing her neck. Karim was very strong, but fatigued. Having the air knocked out of her lungs also contributed to her downfall, as she could barely breathe enough to put up a real fight. She glared up at him as he touched her armor, and when it disappeared she realized that he was much stronger than she initially thought. The disintegration spell was a high level arcane spell. He had tricked her, and toyed with her until the very end.

Karim cried out when she felt his hand on her breast. As he played with her nipple it immediately reacted and hardened, poking out of the thin fabric of her tunic. She then heard him speak again, this time in a different tongue, and felt her body warm up and her arousal intensify. When he rubbed between her legs before, she could ignore it. Now however, she was getting quite hot down there.

She continued to attempt to fight back, but her body was weak and she wasn't getting enough air. She closed her legs in desperation to get away from his touch.
 
Azazel cackled with sadistic glee.
"What's wrong, Paladin? Getting a little turned on, are we?"
He allowed his weight to drop down on her, crushing his stomach so that she could barely breathe. He seized the fabric of her tunic in both hands and tore it asunder, watching her breasts, glistening with sweat, heave with her heavy gasps. He smiled and grabbed the fabric of her hose, likewise tearing it apart. Now she was fully naked and at his mercy.
"Let's play a little game," he said, taking her nipples in both hands.
"I am going to twist your nipples. When you can't take it anymore, you say, 'finger.'" And with that, he began pinching and pulling her nipples, causing her almost unbearable pain.
 
As Karim desperately tried to keep her consciousness, she could only watch in horror as he ripped off her clothes. Her cheeks flushed red as she was bare for him to see. Her breasts were larger than one would think underneath all that armor. As he squeezed her nipples, her eyes began to water. As much of a pain tolerance she had as a warrior, eventually she could not bear it anymore. She would play his game right now, because she had no choice.

"Finger!" She gasped, still breathless from his weight on her stomach. She was sure this demon would not give her the mercy she desired. For all she knew he would continue to torture her.
 
Azazel chuckled when she said the word.
"You said it, M'am," he said. He let go of her poor, sore, aching nipples and pried her legs open, exposing her now soaking wet snatch. He slid one long finger inside and curled it into a come-hither motion, rubbing her G-spot.
"Do you like that, Paladin?" he asked, using his other hand to fondle her clit. She was too weak to even crawl away now, and he was enjoying himself immensely. He continued fingering her until he felt her vagina contract around his fingers in orgasm. Then, with an evil grin, he continued fingering her, rubbing the spots now rendered immensely sensitive from her orgasm. The pleasure had to be unbearable. He continued tormenting her sensitive vagina and clit.
"When you want me to stop, you say 'twist,'" he said. When she did so, he returned to torturing her nipples.
"When you want this to end, you say 'finger' again!" he said, cackling again. Back and forth he went, between torturing her nipples and finger-fucking orgasms out of her tight snatch, exhausting her beyond even the point of battle.
When he'd had his fun, he stood up and tore off his robes, revealing a throbbing eight-inch erection.
"Now," he said, kneeling down and placing the tip of his cock against her aching entrance, "Tell me: have you ever been fucked before, Paladin?"
 
After so much sexual torture and forced orgasms, Karim had been reduced to a scared feeble women at the hands of the demon Azazel. She could not strugle or fight against him anymore because of the spell he had casted upon her. Her nipples were swollen and aching and she could feel herself twitching down there after being given so much pleasure. Karim felt disgusted with herself for enjoying his torture. When he pulled out his cock, her heart began to race as fear began to overcome her. As much as she wanted to run, she found herself trapped underneath his body as he positioned himself over her. She was shaking and panting as she felt the heat of his hard cock pressing against her wet entrance. Suddenly she felt the full realization that she was about to get violated by this evil creature. She had been fondled and molested before, but she had never been penetrated.

All of her courage fled at this realization. "Please...please...don't do this to me!" She begged, though she did not want to admit to this demon that she had never experienced the full pleasures of the flesh. That would only entice him more into fucking her.
 
Azazel's eyes glinted wickedly.
"So, you're a virgin," he leered, pressing the tip of his cock against her opening. "That's just too bad. A Paladin, losing her chastity to a demon... Ha!"
With that, he slowly, torturously slid all eight inches of his cock inside of her, allowing her to feel every inch penetrating her tight hole. He grunted and placed his hands on her breasts, kneading and pinching them as he pumped his hips inside of her. She was well lubricated from all the fondling, but the intrusion was no doubt painful, being her first time. After enjoying her tight cunt for a few minutes, he propped her ankles up onto his shoulders and leaned forward, so that her knees touched her chest and her face was inches from his. He slid his unnaturally long tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply as he bounced his hips up and down, plowing her deep and hard.
"I can tell you like it," he said, running his fingers through her long red hair. He ground his hips against her, swiveling them to stretch her tight hole in all directions. He noticed her face turning red from embarrassment and arousal, and then decided it was time for more fun. After pounding her mercilessly for a few more minutes, he sat up and flipped her over. Pulling her up so that she was on her knees with her chest touching the ground in a face-down ass-up position, he spread her ass cheeks apart and flicked his tongue over her sensitive anus. Then he placed one finger against it and began rubbing it.
"Is it here, slut?" he asked, "Do you want it here?"
 
When Karim felt the demon beginning to penetrate her, she screamed and used the last of her energy to try and get away from him, but it was pointless. He held here in place as he slowly sunk inch after inch of himself inside of her, making her scream even louder. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she felt him rip away her virginity without so much as a thought. Even though she was in so much pain, she still felt pleasure thanks to the demon's blasphemous sorcery, especially when he played with her large breasts. She closed her eyes and tried so very hard to ignore everything, but she just couldn't. Especially when he began to position her and kiss her with his disturbingly long tongue.

Feeling him rub against her vagina and every direction possible was not only increasing the pain but her pleasure as well. She was scared that the pain would eventually stop and she would orgasm from his devilish tool. But before it did completely fade away, he pulled himself out and then forced her on all fours. She whimpered as she felt her pussy twitch painfully, the lips smeared with blood and slightly swollen from the abuse. Then she felt his tongue against the rosebud that was her anus, and she gasped, feeling completely humiliated. "No! You have defiled me enough! I want nothing there!" She cried out.
 
"Too late, slut," said Azazel, spreading her ass cheeks. He muttered another spell, one that would lubricate her for his raging hardon. He watched as she shivered as the cold magical lubricant spread through her anus. He then placed one finger against her asshole and slowly sank it in, watching her quivering hole open up to accept the intruder. He pumped the finger in and out, playing with her buttock with the other hand. After a few minutes of teasing her tight hole, he slid in another finger, giving her time to adjust. The time for painful torture was over, for the moment anyway - he wanted to make her cum hard from being fucked in the ass, wanted her to feel the shame of orgasming from being raped. He continued stretching her anus with two fingers, then added a third. Listening to her whimper fearfully, he slowly turned his fingers. As he did so, he leaned down near her ear.
"I'm going to fuck your ass, paladin," he whispered, flicking her earlobe with his freakishly long tongue, "And you're going to love it. I'm going to make you scream and drool."

After a few more moments of stretching, he rose from his knees and mounted her from behind. Placing the tip of his cock against her hole, he grabbed her waist with both hands, and slowly, torturously, buried all eight inches of his shaft inside of her. He laughed as she gasped and moaned and began slowly pumping her asshole, bringing his tool nearly all the way out, and slowly sliding it back in repeatedly. When he judged that she was ready, he increased his speed, rocking his hips back and forth. He sped up even more, pounding her asshole, listening to the sound of her buttocks slapping against his hips. He plunged all the way in and began grinding his hips in a circular motion. Reaching down, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, and began spanking her with the other hand, occasionally stopping to reach down and fondle her breasts. He angled his thrusts for deeper penetration and began to fuck her ass even harder.
"Cum for me, you little whore," he said, "I know you love it in your ass." He laughed maniacally as he felt her asshole contract around his cock, listened to her wail in pleasure as she came hard from being anally pounded.
He laughed, and then had a wicked idea. He slid out the retractable claws of his right hand and placed them at her jugular, still pulling her hair back with one hand.
"Tell me, my little anal slut," he said, "Do you want my cum in your mouth, or in your ass? Pick now, or I'll slit your throat."
 
Karim shuddered as she felt his magic deep in her anal cavity. The lubrication tingled at her tight walls and it was quite warm. The fingering was intense and strange as she had never felt any sensation like this before. But she knew that begging would be extremely pointless right now. He was going to use her the way he pleased, and he would show her no mercy. Since he was allowing her to get used to this new feeling, it was much more pleasurable than she thought it would be. The lube allowed his fingers to easily slide in and out, and she couldn't help but moan as her pussy began to feel hotter too despite him not even touching it. When it started to feel so good she couldn't stand it, she pulled out all three of his fingers and then she felt his cock against her ass. She moved her head as she felt his tongue play with her ear, but it was pointless. His threat of making her love this earlier was not ludicrous. If she enjoyed his fingers, maybe she would enjoy his cock, Karim thought. But those thoughts were pushed down to the back of her mind. No. This was wrong and she refused to enjoy it.

Then he pushed himself in, or rather he pulled her towards him. He was going just as slow as he did when he took her virginity, but in this case it was less painful. "Ahhh!" She groaned as he finally bottomed out, his hips pressed against the soft, plump globes that were her ass. His fingers felt nice, but now he was so deep inside of her she didn't know either or not she could enjoy it. Not that it mattered. After a little while she relaxed her body, knowing it would only hurt more if she remained tense. The second she had that realization, she began to feel more pleasure than she did pain as he began to increase his pace. She knew that she was about to cum, even when he pulled at her hair and slapped her ass.

"No! No, I don't want this!" Karim moaned, just as she was brought onto the brink of her orgasm. She then felt it overcome her, and her body stiffened up slightly as her pussy began to ooze her precious love juices down her thighs. "I..." She began as more tears streamed down her flushed face. "My..ass..." She answered, completely humiliated.
 
Azazel howled triumphantly as he came.
"Good enough, bitch!" he said. He stepped over with one leg and placed his foot on the side of her face, showing his dominance. He pinned her head down with his foot and pumped wad after wad of thick cum deep into her ass, watching her moan and shiver at the spreading warmth of his cum deep inside of her. He pulled his cock out and watched with satisfaction as she collapsed in a panting, sweating heap.
"Now," he said, conjuring a small leather strap from thin air, "Let's get you nice and trussed up." He used the strap to tie her hands behind her back. He rolled her onto her back and spread her legs, exposing her smooth pussy to the air. He slid his still-hard tool into her vagina once again. Laying down, he pulled her on top of him, grabbing her hips roughly with both hands.
"Now, whore," he said, "Listen carefully. If you do what I say, I will let you leave this cave alive. What you are going to do now is ride me until you're ready to cum. When you do, you're going to beg me to let you have an orgasm, and you'll hold it until I say you can. Understood?"
 
Karim kept sobbing as she felt him release his seed into her ass. It was even hotter than the lubrication that he had conjured inside of her, and it stung a bit. She whimpered as he eventually pulled himself out, losing her strength momentarily. She just let him tie her hands behind her back, as she was in no condition to struggle against him. In reality, he could kill her whenever he wanted, and as a warrior she was beginning to think death was better than what he was putting her through. However, when he had threatened to slit her throat, she couldn't bring herself to resist him. Unless she was suffering agonizing pain, she would not ask for the release of death.

She whimpered as he pushed himself back into her pussy, her heart sinking as she realized he still wasn't done with her. She listened to his words and she looked down at him. He was promising her freedom as long as she did as he asked. But what he wanted was so humiliating. Still, she didn't want to die like this...then he would continue terrorizing the village until someone stronger appeared...

Reluctantly, Karim began to move herself up and down his long, thick cock. Her cheeks were still flushed and she was tired, but she needed to survive this. Eventually she began to feel the pleasure rising until she was about to cum. "P..please...let me cum..." She breathed softly. It was a genuine want. She wondered if she was still under his spell, or if she just enjoyed feeling his cock inside of her.
 
"Hold it," he said, watching her tight body bounce up and down on his cock for a moment. He began bucking his hips, meeting her halfway with a loud slap each time. Eventually, he decided he'd had enough.
"Cum, bitch," he said, and watched with satisfaction as she cried out, a blush spreading across her face and chest. He pulled out and moved her down to her face, hands still bound behind her back. He conjured another leather strap and used it to bind her ankles together, then bound her ankles to her wrists. She was now hogtied tightly, wrists to ankles with her back arched.

Without saying a word, he forced his cock into her mouth. He began pumping in and out, fucking her throat and watching her gag and sputter on his cock, trying to make her eyes water. He continued raping her mouth, until finally he'd had enough. Pulling out, he masturbated himself to orgasm and sprayed cum all over her face. When he was done, he smiled at her.

"I promised I'd let you leave this place alive," he said, "And I'm a man of my word." He touched her and used a teleport spell, sending her back to the nearest temple of Iomedae, naked and hogtied with his cum all over her face.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom