Mainland ||Aatgarus et Lagertha||

[Lagertha]

Annasalia was always a curious child that wished to travel and see the world. However being a noble had it's down sides. She was the only daughter to the Magitur family and her brother had done a good job of keeping their namesake life. It was her that her father worried most about, she was never far from trouble. Annasalia always watched the boats come into the dock and would instantly run to see what kinds of trouble she could find herself, and what kind of different people she might, be them human or something else seeking refuge from the impending war against the demons that were roaming free on the mainland, there she had met a merchant that was more than he had seemed and the man with his grimy friends had caught the girl in a ring of smuggling. She was only around ten when the young noble girl had joined the ring of Avasil, a large smuggling group. It was often her father would bail her out of jail, no matter how much trouble she caused from stealing from the refugees or nobles on the land, he even paid quite well to keep the silence of the guards and people she had stolen from as to keep their name sake. Her dear father had even tried so much as to lock the poor girl in their estate when she was fourteen, but it never took her long to figure out how to pick the locks, those seemed to change regularly now, but she was a force to be dealt with. The family tried as they might to keep her on track, to make sure she did not further sully their family name and tried to keep her on a leash...but Annasalia would have none of it, she was tired of being held down by her family and she was trying her best to find a way out...

It was never often that ships would leave for the mainlands and often she was boarded up in the estate or too deep in trouble with guards or stealing to even bother or care, but when she had turned 15 the worst of the demons had hit the mainlands and more and more mainlanders seemed to be coming to the large island. Still, there was one ship that braved to return to the mainland of the southwest side of the country where the savage people lived, the people her father and mother had told her most to stay away from. She had never so much as seen any of the mainland, or any of these savage ones but when opportunity called Annasalia was on board. She had managed not only to steal money from the family's safe, but off the man that had hired her into the smuggling ring, the guards seemed hot on her heels more than ever, but she could care less. It was easy enough for her to sneak past the hoards of people seeking sanctuary and slip onto the large ship making it's ways back to the mainlands to find more people to 'save' from impending doom, mainly the ship was full of guardsmen and warriors seeking to try to make an impact of the mass of death taking over the mainlands...however there were still a few below deck, besides slavers and slaves, that sought out family where the demons had taken over, Anansalia found her hiding place here amongst the poor and her journey had began. Only the Maker knew what she might find on the mainland and if the savage people might be kind to any of them boarding onto their lands...







The trip had been less than pleasant. Hiding below decks in nothing but rags she had gathered from the servants from her house had been one thing. Watching how the people here treated one another was thing. The slavers were less than pleasant to the slaves and the poor folk below. They would go through poking and prouding at the strong men and pretty women and children. Luickly, with the baggy clothing Annasalia had chosen, she looked more than a fat peasant girl than anything else, so the slavers left her alone. That and the fact she was hidden in the darkest part of the lower decks. Although when the ship halted and the captain called all the passengers that they had landed, she was the first to jump up, eagerly trying to run past the slavers as they distracted themselves. One of the slavers made his way to try to grasp her leg, seeing the scrawny little thing peek out from below the rags, but one of the slaves reacted punching the slaver to get his attention..Annasalia seemed to not notice as she ran up the stairs with the mass of bodies swarming behind her as the slaver turned to beat the slave that had just saved her.

She wasted no time to get off the ship as others swarmed onto the ship for sanctuary to the isles of her country land. She ducked down, crawling under people that were rallied around the ship, fighting with the guards and warriors that were trying to make their way off the ship.

Finally after about an hour of being pushed and shoved into, stepped onto, Annasalia has broken through the crowd. Now the crowd and the ship were at her back. In front of her were several things; The trees that were scattered slightly then the forest that spanned vastly behind, the society of mainlanders hat was to her right in the distance, a wall being built around them, figures fighting with one another in the distance..and the sight of flames and darkness along the mountains behind the trees, to her left their was beach and trees as far as the eye could see. She could see people in the distance to her left washing their clothes in the ocean, talking, or just walking around but this way seemed less clustered by people.


She went this way, to the left onto the beach. The mainland, the heat from the fires in the distance hit her as she began walking, causing sweat to pool over her creamy skin and roll down it. Finally when Annasalia was closer to some of the mainlanders, she started to remove the many layers of clothing she had put on to escape. First came the cowl that covered her porcelain face, though when she removed the top of it from her head she had to place it back on from the heat, being a ginger for the win. Then she removed the many undercoats she was wearing until she was in a loose dress with the cloak still around her body.

Annasalia moved over by the trees when the mainlanders gave her weird looks for exposing herself by removing clothing and discarding them on the beach. At first she stayed at the outskirts of the trees by the beach, but the shade and smell of them drew her further in. In all honesty, she had never really seen anything like this. The way trees clustered together, wildlife scurrying in the shadows away from her, the smells of flowers that surrounded her. The most she had seen in the city or the isles was the expanse of desert life they had. If anything the isles mainly got their food and supplies from the mainland, but they had stored enough over the decades that the capital would survive in the midst of a blight such as this was.

Still, as her golden hues fell on the sight of a single butterfly landing on a pink flower with the light from between the foliage of trees come into sight..she removed her cloak altogether. Revealing her shimmering mahogany colored hair, her fraile face, the beauty mark on her right cheek. She moved, as slowly as she could, closer and closer to the beautiful thing in awe. Every step was cautious, the sound of twigs breaking under her sandal made the butterfly flutter its wings in fright.

It took a tedious fifteen minutes for her to get close enough where she could cup her hands. Slowly she moved it forward, ready to try to get the butterfly with the flower. Just as she moved to grasp the stem of the flower, she could feel the ground shaking beneath her feet, causing the butterfly to fly away. "No!" Annasalia shouted in dismay as she watched it fly to the sky. However the butterfly was not the only thing to fly away, bird flew out of the trees blocking the little bit of sunlight she had, deers and elk, all such creatures of the forest were crying running from whatever was coming, and there was something coming with the way the ground shook beneath her. She stood there, watching the creatures run frantically past her and around her. Why were they running? Did she scare them all?

 

[Aatgarus]

The clashing of metal can be heard in the distance. What little resistance the humans of the mainlands put up was quickly laid down by the might of the demon forces. Legions of grotesque lesser demons roamed the fields, striking down any people that stood in their way. Most of the soldiers did their best to hold off the demons while the civilians made their escape. Only few were successful in their escape, as the entire town's perimeter was cut off by the demon hordes. Although these lesser demons had little to no intelligence, they were well-coordinated.

Within the darkness of the flames, a devilish figure emerged. A large greater demon, standing at around 10 feet tall, watched his army unleash hell upon the population. One lesser demon approached him and knelt before him, preparing to speak before his lord. "Lord Zek'Aram, this town fell with little resistance. We have received words from other parts that other forces are victorious as well." The demons poke, his face never once leaving the ground. "Our invasion of the mainland has been successful thus far."

Zek'Aram nodded at the demon and slowly began to speak. "Perfect. And have we found it?" His voice was dark, rough, and harsh, commanding fear and respect.

"No...we have not had any sighting of it." The demon said, fearful of what may become of him from reporting such negative news. "It is not in this town and our other forces across the mainland have not reported any sighting of it either. Our scouts did report that a ship arrived not too long ago from an island not far from here. It may contain what we have come for." The demon finished, keeping himself still. There was a moment of silence, tension thick in the air while his lord took his words into consideration.

"Unlikely that it will be carrying what we came for. Nonetheless, there may be objects of value or servants that can be inducted to our cause." The demon general spoke, turning his gaze towards the lesser demon kneeling before him, "You will travel to the mountains. Report our victory here and have them send someone to begin further occupation of this town." He said, slowly turning to leave. "I will take a contingent force towards the ship you spoke of. Soon, the entire coast will be under our control as well."

Before Zek'Aram could leave towards his destination, he caught eye of a soldier rushing at the lesser demon. "Die you hellspawned wretches!" The soldier yelled, his sword raised high in the air as he prepared to strike. With a fearsome demonic speed, Zek'Aram quickly moved to intercept the soldier. The man did not catch eye of what was to come next and before he could react, he saw the demon general's form right before him. A carapace-like blade protruded from Zek'Aram's left elbow and switched out against his wrist. With one swift thrust, he impaled the blade through the man's heart, ending his life before he could tell he was gone.

"Watch yourself, soldier." Zek'Aram said, pulling the blade from the man's chest, switching the blade back so it was at his elbow once more, "Next time I won't be there to spare your life." He said to the lesser demon, before taking of his leave towards the shore. The lesser demon stood from where he knelt, giving his general a salute before heading out to perform his duties.

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It was not long before Zek'Aram braved through the dense forest with his small demon force. The town was not far away from the shore, so it won't be long until they reach the ship that he was informed about. This ship may not contain what his forces were looking for when they came to the mainland, but at least he will be able to further strengthen his hold over the place. Perhaps if it came to a harbor, the demons can launch further attacks from their and spread their search beyond the mainland.

The denizens of the forest seemed to have sensed their arrival. As him and his demon force made their way through the forest, several birds and animals could be seen scurrying about. They feared them, as they should. Him and his kind came from the depths of Inferno to terrorize this world, at least until they got what they came for.

Zek'Aram was skeptical upon being sent on this campaign. His lord told him that somewhere on the mainland, an artifact could be found that was essential in their ongoing war against Paradiso. He was unsure whether or not mortals were capable of forging such an artifact, nor was it possible for such an artifact to end up in the mortal realm. Regardless, it was not his place to question his lord. He will carry out his orders as commanded.

As his army trudged on, he took notice of a small figure within the forest. This figure did not budge, standing its ground, even though he knew it was aware of the approaching demons. Zek'Aram could only deduce that this most likely one of the soldiers of the settlements in the mainland, hoping to put an end to his campaign.

"Continue towards the ship, kill anyone that resists and capture any who try to escape." Zek'Aram commanded his troops, pointing them in the direction of where the ship was supposedly, "I will deal with the creature that does not fear us." With those words, his army dispersed in the direction he commanded them to, and he proceeded towards the unmoving figure.

Slowly, he approached the unknowing woman, making his presence more known to her. He was surprised to see that it was nothing more than a young girl that stood fearlessly in the forest as all the other creatures ran. "Well well...what do we have here." He spoke slowly, his voice commanding fear, as he looked over her with his bright, glowing, yellow eyes.

 

[Lagertha]

Annasalia watched as the deer moved quickly past her, a large hawk swooshed past her, causing her to fall to her knees, hands on her head as the force of it's large wings caused a large gush of wind to pass her. She opened her eyes as the beast had left her sight. Such power in such a fleeting beautiful creature. She wondered exactly what the forest might be running from. She had heard stories about the demons invading the countryside. At first the stories had started off as rumors, then over the years the stories had become more frequent. Still, she had never seen one, she had no idea why people feared them.

She moved closer to the edge of the small clearing by the trees. In the distance she could see the beach, where the animals ran towards and then away from. Dark figures seemed to be leaving the forests, she could hear shrieks and cries in the distance, shouting. The swooshing sound, the feel of wind blowing past her as from the corner of her eyes she saw the darkness move past her. Annasalia watched in curiosity. She was a bit frightened by the sight but also intrigued. Often she had seen murder scenes, but they were always covered up and boarded off by guards. In all her years of smuggling, she had never seen something so curious as this.

The voice sent shivers down her spine, causing her to freeze in fright. Possibly it was a guard whom, by seeing the color of her skin, knew who she was. Most likely they would not be too friendly to her before boarding her and sending back to the isles. Slowly, she turned her head towards the voice, only seeing the glowing of those yellow eyes. Annasalia gulped, backing up to a tree.

"M-My father won't give you any money if you harm me." She found herself muttering. She had never seen eyes like that before, but perhaps that was the color of some of the mainlanders eyes, a curious trait, at least she hoped it was so. At least her family had a good purse, enough to keep anyone silent. Still, something felt off about those eyes and the voice and Annasalia, found herself turning to run further into the forest, pulling the hood over her head to further blend her in with the darkness.

 

[Aatgarus]

Zek'Aram scoffed at her reply. "Money...you offer me something void of value." He speaks once more, approaching closer to her. This seemed to have frighten her because she immediately turned to run when he took a closer step. He was not sure who this girl was, but she was smart to finally start running from him. The thrill of the hunt...this will be fun. He grinned at the thought and pursued after her through the forest. Zek'Aram purposefully slowed his advances, increasing in speed at an interval rate to see just how strong she really was.

From what he could tell from her, she was of noble birth. The clothes she wore were elegant with the exception of her cloak, which seemed ragged and not fit for one of her status. Not only that, she threatened him with coin, which was something only the wealthy could do. To his knowledge, most of the nobles left the mainland when they heard of the demon invasion. Seeing this girl here was definitely something different. Perhaps she had knowledge of the artifact he was searching for. If that was the case, maybe she came back here to find it. If this was so, he would be able to wrest the information from her. But, if he was wrong in such assumptions, then she probably was just a lost girl that was left behind. Most nobles were only out for themselves after all.

Within moments, he eventually caught up with her. Extending a carapace-like blade from his elbow, he quickly slashed at the air, aiming to shred her cloak from her as a means to scare her further. By now his forces were probably well moving forward with occupying the ship. He will have some time to kill and play with this girl for awhile. "It's pointless to run little girl. There is no escaping from me." He said to her, his voice devious and rough, as he slashed the air once more, aiming for the skirt of her dress this time. He stroke his blade in a way so that she would not come to harm and that only her clothes would shred. By now it was pretty obvious what he was to her and if it wasn't, she would soon find out.

 

[Lagertha]

Annasalia was a quick one, she had gotten used to running from guards in the city, jumping over things, climbing up walls and hiding...However she knew the city like the back of her hand, she did not knew the mainland like she knew her city. Here, she was tripping, stumbling over brushes and twigs. She could hear him behind her, coming up on her and it caused her heart to leap in her chest.

Her dress, and the ripped/stained cloak, flew behind her, catching on the trees and bushes, her skin tearing on the thorns of flowers as she made her way through. She could see light up ahead, and Annasalia ran as fast as she could to it, hoping for it to be more beach land. The teal of her dress flew, her sandals snapping in two from the running. Curses, she would have worn her 'peasant' shoes, which were poorly made compared to noble shoes.

She was limping, fee bloody from the forest floor as she emerged from the forest, grass soothing her wounds. She ran further up the small hill until she stopped, backing up as she looked down a cliff. She had ran herself into a corner, and turned around just in time to feel her cloak being torn off of her. She fell on her ass, looking up at the creature in fear and he moved his arm again, cutting her clothes from her body. She moved her hands, covering herself. As she tried to get to her feet to run back to the forest. "Go away you monster!"

 

[Aatgarus]

He had her cornered against the cliffs at this point. "End of the line, little girl." He grinned, tossing her clothing that was stuck to his blade aside. He switched the blade back against his elbow, as his eyes trailed across her nude body. Zek'Aram let out a low, sinister chuckle, seeing her attempt to cover herself as she fell. "It is futile to hide from me." He said to her once more, taking a step closer to her.

Her body was truly a sight to behold. Her skin was flawless, even if it was slightly marred against the thorns and vegetation from running through the forest. And her hair; beautiful scarlet locks flowed along the wind, free from being hidden from her cloak. The rest of her body matched up well with her features, with both her breasts and ass ample in proportion. Nobles were definitely a different breed. From her physical features alone, he could tell she was brought up well. During his time in the human realm, he has not met a girl with such lustful features before now.

Normally, he would dispose of such weak creatures. She was...different however. She was willed enough to stand up to his entire horde approaching her, and even after she had the audacity to give him a chase. A human like her would make a fine trophy for him.

"Go away you monster!" He heard her yell at him, preparing herself to run back into the forest. If he was in the mood for more fun, he would have let her escape from his grasp. The time for chasing was over now however, and he wanted a different form of fun. Before she could escape from him again, he reached out and forcefully grabbed her by the waist, effortlessly lifting her in the air. "You are at my mercy now, human." He said to her, his voice was firm and commanding, as he slowly moved her small form up towards him until her face was staring right at his. "Show me your fear...Show me fear unlike anything else you have ever feared before." He commanded her, a sinister grin plastered upon his demonic visage.

Slowly, he raised her slightly and stuck out his rough, reptilian-like tongue, then traced it along the form of her left breast. The taste of her skin was sweet to him, although he could imagine that her fear could be even sweeter. His tongue slowly moved across her nipple, kneading it softly, letting her feel just how rough the surface of his tongue was. After doing so, he roughly flicked her nipple repeatedly with his tongue. All the while as he was tasting her breast, his hands grasped firmly on her ass and thighs, with his clawed thumbs lightly caressing her inner thighs. He was careful not to damage her skin, knowing that he would want such a prize to last him...forever.

 

[Lagertha]

Annasalia had never met such a thing, and felt so violated in her life. She figured she could run fast enough to get past the beast. Easily enough he had caught her, picked her up off the ground. Her arms were free as she squirmed and kicked about her legs. Her large e cup breasts bounced in the light, her milky skin revealed. Her firm pink nipples were revealed to him as she squirmed around.

"L-Let me go!" Her brows were furrowed in fear, her face up against his as he grinned at her and then... He started licking her. Annasalia's skin crawled at the rough textured tongue, goose bumps forming as he touched her breasts and nipples. She cried in surprise, but she was unable to really react besides trying to cover her bare breasts up.

Her long hair had been weaved into many braids that sat on top of the back of her hair, a fancy design for anyone of noble blood. there was a birthmark below her left breasts, it resembled a spear. Now with her arms covering her breasts and pushing them together the birthmark was much more visible. The feel of his claw on her ass made her head lunge back as she cried in distress. "Stop!"

 

[Aatgarus]

Zek'Aram grinned, her screams of fear and distress only spurring him to continue his violation of her body. His lust for her only grew when he saw her try to cover her breasts from him. He immediately ceased tasting her nipple when he saw her hold her arms across her breasts to cover them, withdrawing his tongue back into his mouth. He took a long stare at her breasts as she attempted to cover them. To him, it was more like she was displaying them for him. With her breasts pushed together in this state, he took notice of the birthmark that rested below her left breast. "What's this?" He wondered aloud, his tongue protrudes from his mouth once more, moving closer to her birthmark. He then circled his tongue around the area of her birthmark, ensuring that she feels the roughness of his tongue against her soft, silky skin.

"You're enjoying this." He states to her matter-of-factly, withdrawing his tongue once more. His thumbs continue to caress her inner thighs, slowly moving up them until he is just barely below her silky lips. "I wonder...have you ever felt anything in between your legs." He sinisterly chuckles, then forces her to the ground. Roughly, he grabs both of her arms and forces them away from her breasts, pulling them back behind her as he holds both of her arms behind her back with his left hand.

He made sure to restrain her in a way that would cause her light discomfort, but not enough that it would hurt her. Now that she lay before him, he slowly placed a clawed finger against her slit, running it along her tight lips. "I can taste your fear, little girl." He said to her, continuing to run his finger along her silky folds, feeling every texture of her outer lips. His finger then makes its way up to her clit, where he slowly, yet softly circles his clawed finger around it. He kept his slow pace, keeping her arousal state rising. He could tell her torment was rising with each time he touched her, driving his lust further more. "You want this...it is futile to resist these feelings." He said to her, deviously grinning. He then roughly begins to pleasure her clit, his finger rubbing against it as two of his other fingers slowly part her slit, making his intentions towards her clear.

 

[Lagertha]

Annasalia was definitely frightened by what this beast wanted. Even when his tongue recoiled, her flesh crawled. Still the question came to and echoed into her ears making them ring. What exactly was he talking about? What was he questioning? Annasalia was a girl if thats what he was asking. Then his tongue came out tracing on her sensitive skin, around her birthmark. She squirmed, displeased by this. She figured maybe he might stop, let her go..

Then again she had heard many stories in the city about noble women being rape. Still, Annasalia had no idea what the term met, and why her father was so frightened to let her walk the streets alone at night. Now, she had managed to not only sneak out of her estate, but out of the city on the mainlands. Disease was taking over the mainlands beauty, but she had wanted to see first hand what all the talk was about. Now..she regretted that decision more than ever.

He was teasing her, telling her how much she was enjoying this. Annasalia's face flushed as she growled at him. She tried to close her legs when she felt his thumbs caressing the inside of her legs, ever closer to her slit, her private areas. She moved her right hand away from covering herself up to smack against the hands that held her above the ground. "S-Stop! L-Let me go!" She kicked her legs in a futile way of trying to push him away.

Muscles and bones tightened at the feel of her arms being pulled behind her back and restrained. The way he did it, forced her breasts up into the air. Then his long clawed fingers moved and touched her slit, running along the undeniably wet mound. "Don't!" Annasalia cried in protest. She could feel his finger slowly and softly moving up the folds of her lips causing her to breathe heavily as his finger circled around one part of her lower half. Her eyes glared at him as he told her what she wanted. "You have no idea what I want!" She tried her best to protest more..and then his finger touched the little nub of her clit. The rough feel of his finger against the soft flesh and the hard way he rubbed it. At first Annasalia really felt nothing but him parting her lips, but as he continued to rub her body shuddered with soft tingling sparks of pleasure forcing a moan from her lips. "N-No! S-Stop that!" She pleaded as another shudder of pleasure filled the core of her body.

 

[Aatgarus]

The sweet sounds of Annasalia's torment and protest fueled the demon general's lust. His glowing yellow eyes stared down at her face, enjoying the expression she was giving him. Throughout the entire time he violated her, she would scream at him and tell him she only wanted him to leave her be, that the way he touched her was undesirable. Although this might be the case, he knew it was not how she truly felt. Her body was starting to react to his touch, as he felt it shudder in pleasure by his fingers. Her nether region was beginning to moisten, a clear sign that she was indeed enjoying his violation of her. His finger continued to roughly rub against her clit, which elicited a pleasure-filled moan from her. It seemed she was still attempting to hold onto her dignity, as she protested against his touch even though it was clear to him she was slowly losing herself to the pleasure. This only made him want to take the next step in defiling her.

"Yes...Scream for me, young one." He commanded her, moving his face closer to hers. His tongue protruded from his mouth once more, placing itself against her neck, as it slowly moved along the contours of her neck and along her chin until it reached her lips. The tongue traced along her lips, feeling and tasting her, as well as making her feel how her sensitive lips felt against its rough surface. It wouldn't let her get away from it, keeping itself placed against her lips if she were to try and turn away.

While he did this, his finger slowly began to halt its pleasuring of her clit. He let her believe that he stopped, keeping his fingers still against her wet slit. He let a good minute or so pass, keeping her silky lips parted with two of his fingers, but not making any movements to pleasure her. "How does this feel, young one." He asked her, his voice filled with the same deviousness as it always was, "A worse torment than before, isn't it..." His were fixated on her face the whole time he questioned her, enjoying the emotions she was expressing towards him.

Without any warning, he then thrust his index finger inside of her wet womanhood, letting go of her silky folds and allowing them to clamp down on his finger. He slid his finger deep inside of her pussy, exploring the inside of her nether region until he found her most sensitive spot. "It is unlikely any man has ever touched you here." He said to her, caressing her spot gently to let her feel how much it could pleasure her, "Allow me to bring onto you pleasure beyond your wildest imaginations." He grinned as he said this, then began to slide his finger in and out of her pussy roughly. Each time his finger would slide deep inside of her womanhood, the tip of his clawed finger would make contact with her most sensitive spot. He made sure to not hurt or damage her, going as far as softening the density of his claw so that she would feel just enough pain to pleasure her. "Scream for me, little girl." He said to her, his tone commanding, "Scream for me like the whore that you are!"

 

[Lagertha]

Annasalia was trying her best to squirm away from his hands and the tongue that came out to torment her face. Though, her efforts were futile since her arms and hands were behind her back. She turned her face to the right, then to the left with cries of protest. She shook her shoulders, tried to keep her lips closed but then the stroking of her clit caused her body to make a small sort of warning convulsion, her lips spreading with a moan she did not want to express.

Finally, he seemed to stop, letting her come down from the slight high of being pleasured, even against her will. Still she could feel his fingers holding her wet lips apart. The soft break gave her time to fight with his tongue, but her legs were shaking, her body was burning with a sensation she had never felt. Maybe, just maybe if she continued to ignore it, the feeling would go away. His tongue finally pulled away and then he was staring at her, questioning her. "Leave me alone!" Annasalia cried in protest to his talking.

Then the finger shot into her without a word. She screamed in both surprise and protest. His fingers releasing her folds, allowing her to feel the soft stretching of her lower parts around just one finger as he explored and violated her more. Annasalia kicked her legs about crying. Only when he spoke, voicing something she already knew, and stroking that one yummy spot did she find herself shaking. Her head snapped backwards as she cried softly in an odd sense of pleasure. This spot inside of her was different than her clit being rubbed. To her it was a soft wave of pleasure forming over her body, whereas her clit was more prompt on letting her know what kind of pleasure it could give. Still, the grin on his face as tears formed in the corner of her eyes was killing her. "No!" Annasalia protested with a scream, but her scream was cut short as he started to move the finger in and out. Stroking in the same exact place that he knew was making her squirm. The roughness of his finger moving, the scratching on her g-spot, caused Annasalia's head to snap back and her chest to arch up before falling back down. She couldn't stop herself from making noise, at first it started out small before she was nearly screaming as her body was getting much tenser with each small convulsion.

 

[Aatgarus]

Zek'Aram leaned his head down towards her breasts when she arched her back to his pleasuring of her. His tongue curled around her nipple and roughly licked it before forcing his mouth upon her erect mound. He took this opportunity to suck on her nipple, playing with it with his tongue as he did so. While doing this, his finger thrust deep inside of her hungry, wet slit. It was placed against her sweet spot, softly rubbing it the whole time he was sucking on her nipple. He could feel her body react lewdly to his touch by the way she shuddered against his fingers.

He grinned, giving her nipple a rough nibble before pulling away, letting her fall back against the ground once more. "It seems you have not been exposed to such pleasures before." He said to her, preparing another finger against the entrance of her wet slit. "I would have thought a beautiful creature such as you would long be soiled by the touch of many despicable creatures. I'm lucky to be the first one." He grinned deviously at her as he said this, closing his face in towards her. "Give yourself to me, slut. After I am done with you there won't be a creature in this world that can pleasure you other than me." A low, sinister chuckle escaped his breath after he said this. He then stuck a second finger inside of her slit, it too making contact against her g-spot. With both of his fingers deep inside of her pussy, he roughly began to rub against her sweet spot.

He could feel her body tense against his fingers, making him only handle her more roughly. This was not the first human girl he defiled, it certainly won't be the last, but he had a feeling she was the perfect trophy for him. Even after his campaign in the mainlands was over he planned to take this girl with him back to the deep depths of Inferno, where she would be forced to endure countless sexual tortures for his pleasure. This thought fueled his lust more, as he continued to roughly rub his clawed fingers against her g-spot inside her sensitive sex. His hand which restrained her hands behind her back forcefully seated her up, and with his demonic strength, he lifted her off the ground with his fingers still deep inside her pussy, rubbing lasciviously against her most sensitive spot.

 

[Lagertha]

Annasalia was trying her best to calm herself, to relax. This creature had a way of making her skin crawl in ways she had never experienced before. The feelings were very delightful, but knowing who was giving her these feelings fueled her with fear. What was to say the beast would not break her then kill her when he was bored of her? She had heard many stories of that happening to women in the city. Being kidnapped, raped and then murdered. The thought caused her to be more fearful of this creature. She had never wanted to be touched in such a manner, no matter how good it felt, and yet here he was going against her will to torment her body.

"Stoppp!" Annasalia cried in protest once more. The creature mocked her about her virginity, about the lewd sounds she made. He must have known full well she was pure, she wasn't accepting of being played with so easily. Even though his rough tongue was over simulating her nipples, and his claw rubbing just right at her g-spot. She was still protesting, and her body was trying to follow as much as it could.

She tried closing her legs when she felt the second finger tracing one side of her lips. He wanted her to give herself to him, but she was shaking her head and crying in protest. "Noo! Just let me go!" This was not how she had ever intended to be. She had thought about maybe living in exile in the chantry, serving their Gods in atonement for her crimes, or starting her own ring of bandits for profit. She had swore to her mother she would never lay with a man, never produce children. That she would have rather cut out her ovaries than do so.

Without warning the second finger slid inside of her drenched mound, easily pushing up with the first finger and rubbing against her g-spot. Her stomach arched up, lifting off the ground. Her shoulders remained on the ground as her chest and stomach arched with a cry of distressed pleasure. Her legs kicked about, her body flailing in a childish tantrum, or the only one she could make at that moment. He was moving her, sitting her up. She thought maybe he was trying to help her up to let her go, but his fingers remained rubbing a that sensitive spot, and he lifted her up off the ground. Annasalia squirmed, but the constant pressure on her body was making her muscles tensed and she screamed for him to stop once more..it was starting like her muscles might tear at the rate they tensed.

 

[Aatgarus]

The demon general could feel her pleasure increase to new heights as his fingers continue to rub against her sensitive spot. Her sweet, sensitive sex let him know that her body was truly enjoying the pleasure he was giving to her. Even her vocal protests could not conceal her body's burning desire for release by his hand. He could feel her body tense ever more by his touch, twisting and writhing, attempting to fight off the feelings of pleasure against his fingers deep inside her sex. He knew this was useless however. She may protest all she wants, but eventually she will give herself to him.

Zek'Aram lifted her up so that her face met his once more. He held her up only by his fingers, which were curled deep inside of her wet mound, still roughly rubbing against her g-spot. This was sure to cause her much discomfort, so he let go of her arms to move his other hand down and support her. His free hand moved down along her back, feeling every curve of her soft skin against the texture of his rough hand. His hand eventually ended up at her ass, giving it a rough squeeze, as he supported her up from there. Normally seeing humans in discomfort brought great, twisted pleasure to him. He had to handle her with care though, since she was his trophy after all.

His bright yellow eyes gazed at her agony and pleasure-filled face, a sinister grin gracing his lips. "Your body betrays you." He speaks to her, his voice holding the same, sinister tone. He inched her closer to him and stuck his tongue out again, caressing the lobe of her left ear with it. "Soon...your mind will betray you as well. You will be mine." As he said this, he forced his lips upon her, moving her into a lustful, dominating, and intimate kiss. His free hand now moved up from her ass to the small of her back, holding her body close to his, while his fingers continued to pleasure her g-spot. Her arms were free now, so it was to be expected that she would struggle against his hold. Any form of struggling was futile, as she should have known by now.

His tongue brushed against her lips, attempting to force his way into her mouth. He continued to rub against her g-spot with his fingers, increasing his pace. His fingers moved against the sensitive patch, circling it, scratching it, and caressing it. A moan will be forced from her in due time, and then he will be able to take her by the tongue.

 

[Lagertha]

Annasalia had always been a fighter, never quick to give up, never wanting to give up. This creature did not seem to really care about her fighting spirit, he was trying to get her to submit. Submitting had never been something Annasalia would do. Luckily for the beast her body was weak to such delicious temptations of pleasure. Which he seemed to be doing quite well despite her rejections of the lips.

He was still taunting her, trying to get her to beg for more, but Annasalia was refusing. The discomfort from him lifting her was apparent as she squirmed and cried, only he released her arms moving to hold her up better. Annasalia flailed her arms under she found her hands gripping his forearms to hold herself up. Annasalia was sloping forward, her body was shaking as she kicked her legs, grinding her teeth. His tongue had come out then, caressing her ear and tormenting her again telling her that her mind would soon stop fighting as well. She did not wish to believe it, not until her whole body started shaking, vibrating, convulsing, her eyes rolled back as she started to cry out in a forced pleasure. An orgasm had overtaken her, one she could no longer force back.

Of course coming down from the high of an orgasm left her a bit mindless, causing her not to exactly fight back when he kissed her. Her lips were parted, panting, as his tongue slide into her mouth. Her body was still shuddering slightly, trying to relax. Still, he was toying with her g-spot caressing it in such a manner she couldn't hold herself back from a moan. Her nails had dug into his forearms. Her body was overly sensitive from just releasing. Slowly Annasalia came back around, somewhat, to where she was and who was doing what to her. She moved her shaking hands up to his face, trying to pull his face away from her own, but it wasn't much of a push.

 

[Aatgarus]

Zek'Aram knew her orgasm came when he felt her tighten her grip against him. His skin was thick like most demons of his rank so he barely felt anything as she dug her nails into him. What he could feel, he knew she was being overwhelmed by her orgasm. He could feel her entire body shake and convulse against him, as well as her tight sex squeeze his fingers.

He took advantage of her faltered resistance when she reached her orgasm, deepening their kiss. His tongue entered her mouth when she moaned, violating her the same way he did the rest of her body. He explored her mouth with his tongue, tasting her, while running his tongue along her teeth. He then circled his tongue along the surface of hers softly, before wrapping her entire tongue in his.

His fingers began to cease their movements against her g-spot. For now, his objective was complete. He brought her to what most likely was the first orgasm she ever experienced. If it wasn't, he was sure it was the first orgasm she has experienced by the hands of another. A grin appeared on his lips as he thought this. Defiling a human girl was one thing, but defiling a human virgin, that was another. The latter was most definitely sweeter.

Not long after he felt her reach her orgasm, he felt her hands along his face. He could tell that she was attempting to break away from their kiss, although her resistance was still weak. As much as he wanted to torment her further, his time with her was at a close for now. There will be plenty of opportunities for him to play with her in the days to come.

Slowly, he pulled away from their kiss, granting her wish. "Tell me, how does it feel, little girl?" He commanded her, roughly prodding her sensitive g-spot with his fingers briefly, then pulling them out slowly. He now held her nude form in his arms, carrying her and holding her close to him.

By now his demon forces probably had the ship occupied. It was time for him to meet up with them and receive their report. "You belong to me now. Consider this night a taste of things to come. Before long, you will be begging for me." He said to her, a low sinister chuckle accompanying his statement, as he began to head towards the ship where his forces lay.

 

[Lagertha]

Annasalia figured he was going to take further advantage of her in her state. Much to her surprise, he teased her. By pulling away from the kiss he captivated her in to ask her a simple question. Annasalia was gasping, just staring at him with half closed eyes. Literally she couldn't respond to the question. That was the first time she had ever felt an orgasm and i was shaking her core, exhausting all energy in her body. He seemed to be taking in the glory of it all as he roughly caressed her sensitive g-spot again making her body arch forward with another moan before he pulled his fingers free.

She squirmed a bit as he moved his arms around her, moving her in an almost a cradling like position. Annasalia fought against him putting her in such a position. However when she was pressed against his chest, as out of it as she was, she rested her face there looking up at him. One of her hands was draped over her, touching his chest as well. For the moment she was not about to fight. In fact, she could feel her eyes getting heavy, ready to close as he started moving. His words were filling her thoughts, but she only sighed as she started to drift off with her mouth halfway open.

There really was no docks. Just the single ship shoved onto the sands of the beach. People were trying to force themselves onto the ship to run from the impending doom of the land. The soldiers and crew of the ship were trying to push them off ward them off, shouting punching, screaming. Only..it got worse as the darkness overtook the trees and they could see it; the demons were coming. The people grew mad with fright and stampeded onto the ship, easily crushing some below their feet. The captain was cursing, trying to get his men to star the sails to push the ship off the beach, but people were still trying to get on. Some were climbing up the side, holding on and breaking one another bones to try to seek out freedom from what was to come.

 

[Aatgarus]

The demons were not far from the ship. Upon Zek'Aram's command, they made haste towards the ship's position. The people saw the incoming demon horde and began to rush even more towards the ship, if that was possible. The ship's captain seemed to take notice of the demon horde as well, doing his best to recall his hands to the ship so they can leave for the isles. Some warriors voluntarily left the ship, standing fast to face the demon horde.

Demons descended on the populated beach. Those who were unlucky enough to make it on the ship either panicked or fought back against the invading demons. The ones who fought back had their fates sealed. Lesser demons were mindless grunts, devoid of any reasoning or remorse. Zek'Aram's command was to kill any who opposed them and capture the rest who were present, and so they carried out their orders without question. Instantly, the demons tore apart any who would raise arms against them.

Some of the demons tried to make it onto the ship, as their orders were to occupy it as well. Luckily, the warriors were able to hold off the demons in time for the ship to make it off the beach. They failed in that part of their order and the ship was able to make it back to the isles to travel another day.

Despite this failure, many people were still left behind. It was not long before all resistance died down at the beach, as they were no match for the ferocity of Zek'Aram's demon horde. The rest of the people who were too scared or weak to fight were rounded up by the demons and held captive while they awaited for their leader to arrive.

---

Zek'Aram and Annasalia were not far from where the ship was. With how fast he moved, it did not take him long to meet up with the rest of his forces. He was elated to see that there were many people rounded up by his forces, but disappointed when he did not notice any remains of the ship.

One of his demon soldiers informed him that the ship was able to escape before they could take it for themselves. The resistance that did try to stop them was wiped out however and the ship did not take many people with it.

This at least was a victory for Zek'Aram. He now had even more mortal slaves now. He will have to consult with the other generals on the mainland and his Lord in order to figure out what to do with them. For now, he ordered his forces to head back to the Obsidian Spire; his own base of operations within the mainland.

His forces departed first, taking the captive humans with them. Zek'Aram stood at the beach for a moment, looking down at the girl cradled in his arms. She had lost consciousness by now, peacefully asleep against his body. So many possibilities ran through his mind as he admired his trophy's body. A truly flawless creation, one that was so pure until this night. Perhaps her mind was not always pure, but her body was until he defiled it with his own hands. Much lay in store for her; he imagined all of the fearful thoughts that will run through her mind, as well as her face lighting up in pure agony and ecstasy the moment he takes her virginity, filling her with his demonic seed.

"Your torment, as well as your pleasure, is just beginning..." He said to her, unsure if she could hear his words or not. With one hand, he lightly caressed her pale cheek with a finger, before following the rest of his forces back to their headquarters.

---

Zek'Aram sat in his throne room, which was empty for the time being. He held Annasalia on his lap, laying her against him. He eagerly waited for the moment she woke, eager to see her reaction. Leaning his left arm on the rests of his throne, he lifted his arm up, resting his chin against his hand. His right hand lightly caressed her right breast, taking in the feel of the soft skin of her bosom, as he waited for her to wake.

 

[Lagertha]

Annasalia did not budge at all when he moved around, to exhausted by what he had done to even open her eyes when the breeze of the ocean hit her skin. Simply, she nuzzled her face against his chest, turning her back to the ocean as she curled up in his arms. Her thumb slipped into her mouth, and she sucked on it, calming herself in the process. In fact, she was dead asleep in his arms the entire time he moved her about keeping her close to him.

An hour or so had passed with them being in the throne room before Annasalia started to stir. She moved her thumb out of her mouth, pressing her lips and cheek against his chest. Her brows started furrowing in discomfort as he caressed her right breasts. In her sleep like state she tried moving around, to wiggle from of the hand on her. His touch kept her nipple rock hard, despite her waking body's protest. Her legs kicked, rubbing together as she whined rolling onto her back. Her thumb sliding back in her mouth to suck on it. Annasalia laid like that for a few minutes before rolling to her right, handing over the side of his arm as she continued to suck on her thumb.

The people from the beach had been playing in her mind, echoing throughout her dreams. At first she had nightmares now..now her body was trying to edge her awake. Discomfort between her legs and her nipple was throbbing for more attention as she grunted and whined. Slowly her thumb sucking go slower, softer. Heavy lids revealing her waking golden hues. Her eyes slowly adjusted, taking a hold of the view of the throne room. This room was different from her bed, the one she had dreamed she had laid down in. Her left arm stretched as she sighed before opening her mouth to yawn. She blinked several times, adjusting her eyes to where she was. This was a throne room, she got that, but this was not the king's throne room. The room was too dark, too..creepy. That only meant...Annasalia rolled on her back, looking up to see the creature still holding her. Her eyes looked down to the hand caressing her breast. She squirmed smacking it as she screamed. Finally she was awake and recharged, but waking to him was frightful.

 

[Aatgarus]

Zek'Aram grinned, seeing his prize awake. He moved his hand away from her cream-colored breast when she smacked it away and rested his hand on the other arm of his throne. By the way she woke, he could tell she was startled to awaken to such a strange place. As long as she was with him, it was unlikely she'd ever catch glimpse of any familiar territory again.

"Welcome to my seat of power." He began, placing his hand on her shoulder lightly, "I have been waiting for you. I hope you find these accommodations...suitable." He said to her, slowly moving his hand from her shoulder and down to the rest of her body. He traced his hand along her arm, then moved it down her sides, ending up along her hips, where he slid his hand further down until they rest at her thighs, with his fingers placed close to her slit. Softly, his fingers caressed her inner right thigh. He wasn't rough like he was before, rather his touch was meant to comfort her this time, perhaps arousing her as well.

"You should be thankful towards me. Most weak creatures that I come across end up dead. I made an exception for you, little one." He continued, straightening up his posture so he could sit straight against his throne. He then placed his left left hand on her shoulder and caressed it softly. "Tell me, what is it the mortals call you." He commanded her to answer him, his voice firm. As much as he enjoyed calling her a little girl and all manner of indecencies, it would be much more satisfying for him to identify her by name when he took her.

 

[Lagertha]

She was frightened of awaking to the creature that had so ruthlessly defiled her in the woods. Now, he had captured her. Annasalia shivered at the thought of being someone's property. To be forced into submission. She flailed her arms and legs a bit. No. There were no chains keeping her here. Although..she was definitely still naked.

He told her where they were and it was overwhelming. So this was a throne room, his place of power. Annasalia gulped as she moved to start to sit up in his lap. At first she did not notice the hand on her shoulder. Not under it began to slide and touch other parts of her. She tensed, her small hands moving to pry the hand off her. "Stop!" She protested..she did know by now there was no point in the matter still she tried. His hand stayed on her inner thigh just caressing it. The feeling of him being so close to her sex and remembering on what he had done to her earlier..it caused her body to shudder. Even though she didn't want to, him just being so close there was arousing her.

Annasalia looked up at him as he told her she be thankful for her life. Her brows were furrowed, she tried to squirm off his lap. Then his other hand came, caressing her tensed shoulder. The commanding question came as she looked at him both with fear and resentfulness against him. She was starting to wonder if being dead would have been better. She really didn't want to answer him. She didn't want this...this thing to call her by her name. He didn't deserve to know it. "That's-! That's none of your business!" Annasalia looked away from him rolling halfway off his lap.

 

[Aatgarus]

Zek'Aram held fast onto her. He quickly pulled her back onto his lap so that her ass was against his pelvis. "It's pointless to escape me." He said to her, his voice firm but void of its sinister tone that he had carried with her, "Beyond this room is demon territory. Legions of demons await beyond my chambers. Let's just say...they do not appreciate you like I do." He moved his left hand from her shoulder up to her left cheek as he said this, brushing a finger against her face and caressing it softly.

Unlike before, he was gentle with her this time. The way he acted towards her almost seemed like he worshiped her in a way. His touch was soft against her silky skin, not rough and violating like before. As his left hand caressed her cheek, his right hand continued to run along her inner thigh. By the way she was reacting to his touch, he could tell she was getting aroused.

It seemed like she was not going to be cooperative with him. Her name, her origin, who and what she really was; it was clear to him that she was not going to tell him. She was going to deny him any and all satisfaction if she had the chance, which only made him desire her more.

"It is my business to know, little one." He said to her, continuing to softly caress her skin, "You belong to me, after all." His voice had a possessive tone to it as he said this. His right hand, which was caressing her inner thigh, swiftly brushed against her exposed mound for a brief moment, making contact with her silky outer lips and soft clit, before resuming to caress her inner thigh once more. The next question he was going to ask was one he did not expect an answer from. Nevertheless, he wanted to fill her mind with her new experience with him, and this will do just that. "Tell me, how did it feel." He began, his voice commanding like before, "How did it feel to experience such feelings for the first time."

 

[Lagertha]

He wasn't letting her get away from him. At least not right then. Easily he had pulled her back onto his lap. She shivered when he put her directly on top of his lap. Annasalia had see many women do this act before but, well her mother and father had told her it was a lewd act. Only whores sat like this. At least in public. They however were not really in public. They were alone in his throne room. That must have meant..this creature was important to his people. Then he was caressing her cheek, his claw grazing the corner of her lips as he warned her what was outside. Her head pulled back looking up at him with her large golden eyes. The creature was being gentle with her this time, she would give him that, but she was still trapped.

"What about food?" She looked away from him, angry. "Am I going to starve?" These were legit questions, she wouldn't have expected anything less than a no from him. She was expecting to be his toy, something he was into at the moment but would easily toss aside when bored with. Plus..her asking these questions gave her time to pull him away from doing other things. Then came his possessive tone as he told her it was his business. She huffed. Annasalia could care less what he said about owning her. If she could keep any knowledge of her a secret from him she would. She was not about to give in. Not now, not ever. Although when his finger moved up, touching her outer lips that were already slightly moist from her sleep and her clit she squirmed. She let out a breathe she did not realize she was holding as he went back to caressing her inner thigh. She relaxed her back against his chest. Then her muscles tensed once more as he asked her what it was like, her orgasm for the first time. Annasalia's face was bright red as she turned on him, teeth barred and smacking his hand on her inner thigh. "S-Shut up! It's none of your business!"

 

[Aatgarus]

A grin appeared on his lips, seeing her squirm on his lap. Her reaction to his question was something he expected. He could tell she was flustered to be asked about such an intimate feeling, one that was caused by him. She was a human and he was a demon, any union between them was unholy to begin with. Considering that her first sexual experience was with a demon, the purity of her body was defiled.

She protested to answering him and smacked his hand, which was between her legs. He decided to indulge her, moving his hand away when she slapped it. A low chuckle was heard from him, hearing her protests. "Whether you tell me or not, I know the answer." He deviously moved his hand to her womanhood as he said this, tracing his finger along her wetness. "You long to feel it again. The bliss feeling of pure ecstasy between your loins by my hand..." As he said this, his finger found its way to her clit, giving it a soft fingering. He decided to give her a taste of what it felt like again, giving her that sense of arousal briefly to remind her how it felt to build up to her feelings of orgasm.

He ceased pleasuring her after a short moment, moving his hand away from her sex entirely and rested it against the right side of her hips. She then inquired him about concerns about her well-being. To this, he responded rather simply. "I will ensure you are fed, bathed, and rested well." He said, his left hand softly caressing her cheek, "You are my most prized possession and I will make sure you are well taken care of." His left hand then traveled down her body, roaming across her neck, moving down her shoulder, and tracing across her breast until it too rested at the side of her hip.

Slowly, he leaned his had down closer to hers. He spoke once more, except his voice was a little more affectionate this time, in addition to its usual deviousness. "I will give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. So far you've only had a taste...there is much more to come." He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek as he finished his statement, then trailed kisses down her neck.

 

[Lagertha]

He knew. He always seemed to have an insight on to how she was acting. Knowing exactly what her body wanted. Although this was so wrong, unholy. How could she ever show herself in the isles again? Even if she was tarnished without her consent, the people would not look at her kindly anymore. The feeling of him tracing her wetness made her flustered. She pushed back at his hand, moving it away. She could feel him coating his fingers in her wetness and Annasalia was not prepared for round 2. Then again she had not been ready for round 1. "S-Shut up!" Him teasing her again, telling her she'd want it again. Then, despite her protest, his finger found that little sweet nub of hers. At first Annasalia did not truly react. It only took a few thrums of her clit for her body to shudder at the feel. That feeling was there again, that delicious curious feeling surged lightly through her. Still, she tried to fight back even despite how much her body was aching for more.

Huffing heavily was partly what she did when he finally stopped. Her hands rested in between her legs, flat on his as she leaned forward. Thankful for him stopping her body from betraying her at that moment. At least, for once he had listened to her protest. The caressing of her cheek didn't bother her it was different. Mostly her mother or father would caress her cheek, showing her their affection. The action was slightly different having someone else do that to her, someone she knew nothing about. "You don't own me..I won't let you." Annsalia muttered under her breath at his words. She didn't move to shove his hands away when they rested on her hips. Despite him stopping her wetness had still managed to make a little pool on his lap.

Annasalia shivered, caught off guard by his head coming closer to hers, him whispering hotly into her ear. Her cheeks turned bright red again for some reason, embarrassed he was being so intimate with her. "I-I don't want your pleasure!" Annasalia said hotly, although her voice trembled. She was expecting the roughness, her muscles tensed and..he kissed her cheek genty like her brother did. Then the kisses continued down her neck making her shake from the sensitive flesh being touched in such a manner.