The rise of the Roserka (RPG-Girl and an angel)

It had been ages. Literally ages since she last saw the sunrise and felt the moonbeams play on her skin and ages since she smelled the fresh dew in the grass or the rich smell of freshly slaughtered prey. It had been ages since she heard the voice of another or the thunder of a storm. And yet in those ages gone by she had witnessed the world age. Age slowly as it always did but without being able to interact with it.

What had happened when the world was still young was distant echoes in her memory. Faint visions of the animals that slowly gained intellect, but those memories was so distant and faint that she could hardly keep any of it in the grasp of her mind for long. But she remembered her lover and her queen. The dark unseelie queen that ruled half of the lands as it had been for ages before. But her queen had been betrayed by her daughter and killed. Her closest supporter were either killed or banished for eternity. Or so had they thought. Shalheira had not died. The demonic assassin that had been sent to kill her had been powerful. Very powerful indeed. They had battled for days on end and with the demons vile poison coursing through her veins Shalheira had tried to escape. But the demon had followed and they had ended up on a demiplane with no way out. There they had fought for what seemed like an eternity. She had finally overcome her foe only to find herself alone in a place where she could never escape.

The dead demon provided sustenance for her as she sensed the time passing in the prime plane. Shelheira felt the fall of the fey courts, felt how they retreated to realms between the worlds and to her disgust she felt how lesser races took the lands that had previously been the lands of the fey.

In her planar prison Shalheira waited and plotted for eons. And as she did she slowly consumed the demon. She realized that this demon was not of the kind that he queen had made most of her dealings with. This was one of the Ta'nari - foul but powerful beings and the enemies of the Roserka. The countless centuries of confinement was hard on Shalheira. When the demon was gone, the last bone gnawed away and the last droplet of blood consumed she was still trapped. She knew that she had to use her own soul as sustenance. Being a creature older than time she new that her soul would sustain her for all eternity but she also knew that those of her kind that did thus were diminished afterwards. But still she had no other choice.

What Shalheira didn't know was that even though she had consumed the demon a small part of it's soul still remained and as she began to slumber the two souls merged in forbidden and hideous ways.

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Shalheira awoke to someone calling her. At least that was how it felt. Calling her though the void to a place away from her accursed prison. She awoke as from a dream to find herself naked on a rough hewn stone floor. Around her was a circle on the floor painted with what looked like silver. She could feel that she was too powerless to even pass the line of silver as if it was an impenetrable wall. She looked up and realized that there was someone else in the room. It was a... a man? She had only seen one of these creatures living in caves and marveling at fire. This one seemed to command magic and it spoke to her in a language she couldn't understand.

Luckily he shifted to another language the tongue of the demons that Shalheira was familiar with. "Demon I command you. I want you to help me gather enough power to summon a mighty and powerful demon lord to slay my enemies."

She was a little puzzled but the man clearly mistook her for a demon. She might as well play him to get as much information from him as possible.......



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Two weeks later they were preparing the ritual that Shalheira hoped would conjure one of the true Roserka Fiends. With it's help she would take her first step in forging the alliances that would be needed to destroy any that opposed her, but most importantly Queen Tatiana and her Ta'nari allies.

From what little she could piece together the attack on the Roserka had been almost complete. Even this demonologist Thrakal had never heard of them. But she had assured him that a Roserka Fiend was just what he needed. Of cause her beautiful body had helped him believe whatever she said. It still sickened her to have sex with what she considered an animal. But it served it's purpose and would soon be dead.

The ritual began as it should and as a figure appeared from the swirling mists Thrakal said: "Demon I command you......" but was abruptly interrupted by a knife through his throat, "Shut the fuck up you ugly monkey." was all Shalheira had to add to his gurgling sounds as the blood spilled into his lungs.

Then she turned to the arriving figure as she knelt and destroyed the wards on the floor. "Welcome my lady I am Shalheira and I'm at your service."

The Roserka had been born before The Separation, before the abyss had been sundered and diminished, in the time that demons danced and reaped and laughed, slaying and butchering the mortal creatures that rose, even as the Great Mother, who in later ages would become Pale Night, shaped new children, taking some in inspiration from other places of the cosmos, twisting and weaving the essence and forms, adding them to the ever growing brood.

While Obyrith were the greatest children, born almost purely of the thought of their Voidborn queen, the Roserka had in some respects come close, born of the wild places of nature, of rutting and desire, of life's desire to spread itself and continue. Laughing, screaming and moaning, they ran, fleet footed, though the primal abyss, engaging in rape and murder, birthing new daughters, even as they used their fathers skins as gowns. For why would they not? Were they not greater then these mortal creatures, to whom they dealt with on behalf of their Obyrith Lords/elders?

When the great rebellion came, they fought and screamed, strangling and crushing the rebelling Tanari, staying loyal to their overlords, crushing many underfoot. But, as the war ragged on, and traitors in the highest ranks were revealed, many of their greatest died screaming, torn asunder, devoured or crushed, even as they made their own defeat a dear thing for the other demons. The predecessors of the Succubae, they would sneer and laugh and collar the pitiful things with living vines, drinking of tanari blood.

But, in the end, with the great of their number gone, all that remained were the Rosenari, the least of that brood of wild seductresses. Many where taken, and raped even as they were devoured, screaming. But at least one, one was sealed away. Not by a demon, but by a mortal man, an agent of the devils, meant to test some magic that the fiends of Battor had devised, but he was slain before he could report back unto his masters.

And with The Separation, as the Prime was sundered from the Abyss, so did her prison soon come to rest in a hidden vault.

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For countless years, she had been bound, the hated iron on all sides, tearing and twisting, burning, as she screamed and thrashed, cut off from the soil under her feet, the air on her skin, the water falling onto her flesh, and worse, countless ages without a lover, without sex and passion, without desire and sex. Had she been greater in the ages before the bounded prison? Before this madness of sterile nothingness? No smells, no sounds save for her own screaming, no feeling save for the flesh in her throat breaking, sweet blood trickling down her parched throat, no sight save for the most occasional flicker of her own thrashing body?

She may have been, at some far point, in the ageless mists of time. But, so long alone, in the endless nothing, cut off from everything she was and could be, she lost herself and her being. Broken and more then a touch mad, nearly feral, she felt..... something.

It was the smallest quiver, the smallest of sensations, but it served to silence her. Her focus latched onto the smallest of changes. For it was the first new thing for... time had lost meaning. Forever ago, a few seconds past or future, all the same.

Over the course of shivers and shakes, she could feel it creak and crack and leak, the smallest shivers and sensations, cool wind, rich with water vapor, the smallest traces of spoor and fungi, and her thrashing continued, reaching out, her own essence fighting and clawing, latching onto the cracks, and then....

Blood.

Salty, rich and sweet. Mortals life essence, pouring into her mouth, as she gave a great scream, loins leaking, flooding, shuddering in delight and ecstasy, even as around her, the prison shattered, and she emerged, blood around the edges of her mouth.

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As she emerged from the prison, into the chamber, she stood entirely still for a moment, mind lost to the world for a moment, freedom washing onto her, excitement building, as she breathes deeply, eyes closed.

At the words, her eyes open, looking at the figure with the intensity of a beast, as it seems to weigh her up, examining her, even as there is a smile breaking out. For the demon could smell it. Fey. Fey were good. Sex. Rape. Take. Good sex. Now.

Moving quickly, lips still slick with blood would seek out the fey womans, hands moving, exploring and touching, even as she moaned, the sensations, after so long with barely anything at all, causing pleasure to pulse and shudder inside of herself. Lips, eager, would claim and touch, tongue emerging and dancing, spearing inside, as fingers move down, towards her groin, as if to touch and explore and take everything she could.

As their mouths met and Shalheira shared the bloody kiss with the beautiful demon something changed inside her. Or rather it awoke. It had changed eons ago when she consumed the soul of her demon assassin. The demon essence began to show itself and subtle changes to her body began to manifest themselves along with one not so subtle change. From her crotch started to grow a cock..... A rather large and hard cock greeted the demon's hand as she was touched.

This was the first real intimate moment with a peer that Shalheira had experienced since before she was imprisoned and it felt like the very first time to her. The deep kisses and the hands touching her body. She wanted to give herself to this demon and do her bidding in whatever endeavor the demoness wanted. She put her strong and flexible arms around the demon and started to touch her as well. Though she was skilled in the arts of sex it had been too long since she had done anything and her movements and touches was not so gentle and proficient as the demon's. But still the fey had put sex into the young world in a time before the gods walked the earth and she knew one thing or another.

Her hands found all the sensitive spots on the demon's body and her tongue explored the blood filled mouth savouring in the taste. She breathed heavily as her new appendage felt like it was coming to life.

She moved in haste, tongue, slick wit saliva and blood tracing each toot, each crevice and trace of the woman's mouth, even as she burned and froze and was flayed by the sensation and the desire, hands griping and groping, almost roughly, as they made their way down, grasping into the growing shaft likes roots of a old tree putting forth new growth.

Even as lips and tongue claimed and wrestled, as she moaned and sighed from the touches on her own body, right into the others mouth. But, a hand wrapped around the shaft, pumping and yanking, as the other dipped and slunk, moving between the cracks of her rear, to test and probe at her back passage, even as she began to lean forward, a faint growl, as she tried to move Shalheira onto her back, to begin the pleasure ride. For Rose was almost as ancient, though guided almost wholly by instinct and desire at this point.

She would claim this one for herself, her toy, her fuck thing, hers to ride and taste and play with.

Shalheira felt the strong hand around the thick shaft protruding from her body. The sensations was unlike anything she had ever felt. So intense and intoxicating. She moaned into the demon's mouth and spread her legs to be rewarded by the feeling of the woman probing her rear entrance.

A haze of sexual lust was engulfing the fey. She had not felt anything this strong for countless years and her thought was a chaotic mess of sexual lust and desire. Her own fingers was also exploring the sex of the other woman. Her skilled fingers spreading the lips to the wet entrance that had been unused for too long.

She wanted to feel the demon around her throbbing hardness and she knew what she needed to do. Shalheira laid on the hard stone floor as her fingers played with Rose's pussy.

Fingers in her own sex, she moaned, muscles rippling and flexing, eagerly taking and massaging, even as she gloried in the smooth skin under her touch, soft as velvet, in the taste of blood and fey, even as her fingers in the rear pressed forward, moving into the tight moist hole, almost spearing into the anal ring, as she shuddered, and squeezed the shaft.

Perhaps a touch harder then intended, as she rushed, nearly soaked folds, smelling of the nectar of roses mixed with the copper tang of blood, a hint of lilac and soil parting, as she gazed over the fey.

Still, with a growl that was more of a groan and a howl, undulating with pleasure, the long imprisoned demon would impale herself, the petals of her flower open, taking as much of the wooden spear as she could into herself.

Watching in amazement and marveling at the intense feeling, Shalheira moaned out loudly as the demoness sunk down upon her strange hardness. The moans and howls from the fey was something out of this world. There was a strange melodic tone to the voice, something that spoke of a time long forgotten when the world was new. But at the same time there was something dark and forbidden in her voice, something tainted by the depths of the abyss, just like her soul.

Shalheira thrust her hips upwards to meet the soaked opening and with every thrust it felt like she got deeper and deeper into the dark and beautiful fiend.

Muscles rippled, clenched and massaged along the length of the shaft, as Rose howled, bucking, moving not entirely swiftly at first, but increasing and speeding up her pace, hips moving her swiftly, as her hair swayed behind her, a mask of almost feral rapture on her face, as she took and left and retook, impaling each time, the dampness of her sex increasing with each thrust, breasts jiggling, rippling, as hips slammed against hips.

There was a sheen of sweat on her body, dew drops coating her, dripping, as she continues her wild motions, taking and being impaled, her howls and groans giving bestial praise to pleasure and desire, to lust and life, though words? Words were neither needed nor used.

Shalheira moaned at the strange feelings along the hard shaft that was penetrating the deepest folds of the demon. She was feeling the wet juices running down her shaft and past her balls to mingle with the juices coming from her own moist sex. She grabbed the hips of the sex crazed demon and slammed harder still into her.

What she didn't realize was that her transformation was just beginning. Her were made of stronger and sharper material and they grew slightly and pierced the skin of Rose. The blood was beginning to tickle through five holes on each hip - but the few was oblivious to the changes or the damage she inflicted. She could feel her own climax approaching as she let out a bestial howl.

She felt the fingers dig into her flesh, ten seeking, penetrating, warm and delightful appendages, piercing and pleasuring her, blood like sap coating and pooling around the digits, as she howls. It would be drawn out, like a wolves keening cry to the moon, as her back arched, breasts thrust out, hair splayed wild.

Down below, as that demonic shaft plundered her depths, as her hips smashed and thundered, flesh hammering against flesh, blood dripping down to join the flooding, mixing juices, every one of the muscles lining her folds twisted and rippled and practically sucked, almost hungry for what was to come.

Shalheira could control herself no longer. The intense tightness around every vein and curve of her harness was proving too much for the fey to handle. With a roar that was the mixture of the demonic voice from her tainted soul and the eternal songs from times past, she began erupting deep within the demon. Her potent seed was filling the demon with spurt upon spurt.

She grabbed the hips and kept on fucking with all her might. If this was the last moments of her eternal life she would have died happy and content. She kept fucking hard and spewing forth cum as put her arms around the demon and pulled her in for a deep kiss as she could still feel her thick member pulsing.

As the cum erupts into her, seeding and painting her insides white, she moans and howls, greedy, needing flower sucking and slurping and taking, as she is pulled forward, kissing, lips against lips, seeking and moving and claiming, eager and sweet and forceful, tongue licking both woman's lips, as she purrs, hips still moving to meet hips.

Still, she would seem to relax, almost lounging like a large cat atop the fey, hips moving from the rapid pace of frantic need, to just some casual sex, as she kisses, hands moving to brush at her sides.

The fey was experiencing an orgasm like none before in her very long existence. It felt like her mind and body was failing her and she couldn't speak and hardly breathe. Even the continued movement of the demon's hips isn't enough to keep Shalheira's erection. However the kisses and caresses are keeping the fey in a state of intense pleasure even though she has filled Rose with her seed.

The sperm escaping from the hot hole was making the movement of their bodies even more slick. Shalheira moaned into the demonic mouth that was almost fucking her with it's tongue. But she could feel her sheer exhaustion taking over. Was this what males felt after an orgasm? No wonder they fell asleep. But it didn't seem like her demonic lover was ready to stop just yet. However she could feel the caresses and kisses and they brought another type of arousal to Shalheira. More like the arousal of a woman. Her male organ had been exhausted but still there was the female part of her that needed the touches and kisses of another. She stroked Rose's body with her hands as she felt her limp member slide out of the overflowing pussy.

She lounged atop the fey, a portion of her mind returned to her, calmed, at least temporarily sated, or at the very least, the edges of the hunger taken off. Granted, if she had several other partners, she would hardly complain about riding several of them, until her thighs were so slick and white she would seem pale, or somewhat like chitin, but she would hardly complain.

So, as lips and tongue moved away, her head looking down at the fey woman, who smelt just a touch like those filthy creatures, though what exact those filthy creatures were she was not entirely sure of at the moment. And so, she spoke, voice soft and sultry, as her hips ground against hips, even as the shaft slipped outside, hands moving up and down the creatures sides, seeking out the softer, more pleasurable spots.

"So my pet, what are you called?" She would punctuate this, leaning down, tongue flicking her ear, breath moving down the ear canal, teeth nipping the lobe as she said 'pet' and 'called'. All in Sylvan of course.

Shalheira moaned as her most sensitive spots were touched and then she heard the demon's voice. It sounded strange to hear it pronounce the words of the sylvan people with a mouth from the deepest abyss. But that voice spoke of power and control. She gave a small moan as her lobe was nipped. "I'm Shalheira. I was once the servant of Queen Phyrellia of the Fey. " However strangely enough the words that came from her mouth was a mixture of the ancient language of the fey and the Abyssal speech of the demons - a language she had never spoken before.

She licked her lips, "I helped this mortal free you from your prison. He thought he summoned a fiend from the abyss. Instead I fooled him to free you my lady."

She stroked Rose's face with her hand, "I want to help you seek the vengeance against the usurpers of the Abyss. The demons that killed my queen and destroyed your people. In that and all other tasks I'm yours to command my lady. But what should I call you?"

She thinks the words over for a moment, not entirely sure, before she remembers, at least a small part of it. Yes, the Tanari.... And with that thought her eyes narrowed slightly, even as she purred, leaning forward, danger coiling around her, ready to strike, as she listened, the abyssal words echoing in her ears almost pleasantly. Still, her tongue, long and damp, would trace the inner ridges, as she leans forward, whispering directly into her ear.

"Oh, a morsel and toy?" She giggled, a hint of something sharp under it, as she considered the corpse, male, for a moment, before internally bemoaning the fact he was dead, before she could latch onto his soul. Pity really.

"But tell the one called Rose, if you seek vengeance, why do you smell and reek of them?" Her words were sharp as thorns, tinged with venom.

Trying to sort her words in the right order and to speak just one language, Shalheira continued, "I was my queen's most trusted right hand. But as the Ta'nari came for me we ended up in imprisonment. There I survived for aeons by consuming the foul beast both body and soul. But alas it must have done something to my own soul.... Even now I can feel the darkness and horrors of the Abyss being just as real as the horrors from the times before time."

"But You my Lady, My Rose. You don't seem as powerful or mighty as I would have expected someone of your creed and standing. Someone the usurpers would imprison rather than just kill outright." She licked the woman's cheek the taste of her new mistress was so luxurious. "But I can help you become powerful my Lady. Just command me."

She chuckles, not entirely sane, as tongues licked the others. "Alone in nothing, being nothing for no and all time." She chuckles, as a hand flexes, biting into flesh, as she stretches. "A fragment of a shadows fragment, how much lost to being nothing surrounded by nothing taken by nothing?" She shakes her head, even as she laughs, a crystal bell, wind rustling leaves, the branches rotten and creaking, the bell toning death and whispered terror.

"And yourself? Oh, you smell and taste and feel, and yet, not great enough to be one of the dancing courts. Not one that one of the queens would take, less they wished for a quick amusement." There is mirth and annoyance and acceptance in her words, in equal and contradicting measures. "Still, to make a fresh start, broken from nothing outside of a small something, one does require slaves."

Moving, so that golden, silted eyes look into the fey woman's own, she smiles. "You will tell me of the state of things, and the somewhere outside I find myself in, shall you not my pet?"

She didn't get up from the floor as Rose moved. She stayed in the pool of cum that had spilled from the demon. "Nothing and aloneness. Was my companions. And I gave them all to remain. I would not perish if it meant that I had to return to how I was before the gods themselves were infants in the time before time, in the age of the Titans. So a mere flicker of a flame is what you see before you. A flame once so strong that it entranced the queen."

Smiling at the demon, Shalheira looked at the dead human trying to remember what little she had gotten from him. "This one was not very useful in acquiring knowledge of your home My Lady. He told me that the Abyss had always been ruled by the Ta'nari. He also knew nothing about the fey, he kept thinking I was an elf." She shook her head, "To compare ME to an elf is like comparing him to an ant."

Slowly she sat up, "But he did know a little of the mortal world. We seem to be not far from a human city of Rahbaud. This demonologist was trying to summon a demon to help him slay the ruler of the city and assume the position of king himself. "

She chuckled at that, a dark thing, full of moonless nights, the stars devoured by flickering shadows, even as the wind howled. "They were not even the heirs of the Queen of Chaos, nor to her great children." There is some derision in her tone, as she stands, uncoiling like a sprout or serpent, to stand above the corpse of the foolish mortal demonologist.

"But now, we two that have stood outside, have been invited in to play with the games of squabbling mortal princes?" She laughs, a hunters laugh, having scented blood and truth. "To play with castles made of sand, filled with creatures of dust, for the moment?" Truly though, she seemed to be amused, as she leaned down, a slim, almost delicate looking hand over his jewels and scepter.

"Tell me, are we in his place of residence?" There could be information here, if it were so, things to help her plan her next moves, to plot and scheme. For she would require essence, if she was not inside of the abyss, and could not return. With a tear, she yanked, removing his manhood, a smile still on her face.

Shalheira smiled at the gory display that Rose made of the hapless demonologist. Served the stupid human right to end his existence with his corpse desecrated like that. "Yes this is his residence. It's a crude stone building. Not far from here is a small village with just over one hundred souls. They traded food and supplies with this man for simple magic and alchemical compounds."

She pointed at one of the doors leading from the summoning room, "In there he does have a library I believe. But many of his tomes are written in a crude dialect spoken by these primitives." She pondered for a second, "But strangely it seems like I do understand their foul language."

"And he also spoke of a small chapter of knights that had been looking to imprison him. We might be forced to deal with them very soon if we don't want to attract attention to ourselves." She added with an afterthought.

Lifting the organ to her mouth, blood dripping from the stones, red lips would close over the forever soft shaft, before teeth closed down, shearing off a length of meat. She would roll the man-meat around in her mouth, as she hummed, eyes closed in pleasure, before she smiled and spoke. "Like this?" The words, while in the common tongue of the land, were delivered in the mans voice, in his speech, coming from the demon's throat.

Rubbing her throat again, she hums. "Or rather, like this my pet?" Common yes, but in her own voice now, blood dripping down her chin, most of the length of the mortals cock in her hand. Still, moving the length back up, she would march towards the library, a small gesture telling her to come.

"We shall gather all the information we can, to temporarily blend in, and arrange for it to look like a summoning gone wrong, which is not far from the truth, is it not my pet?" That way, the knights would come to the conclusion that whatever it was he summoned managed to kill him, but the general lack of mayhem in the surrounding area would make them think it left.

By the time she reached the door, there would be nothing left of the fools manhood.

Shalheira grinned, "No mistress you are right. A summoning gone very wrong. With his slashed throat and dismembered body and the destroyed pentagram on the ground it already looks like that."

They stepped into the library. It was a mess of books, scrolls and even a few stone tablets. However most of the texts was more or less useless theories on how the planes worked or how to preserve leaves of the nightshade. There was very few facts about the outside world and even less about the demons of the abyss. It seemed like this man was more or less useless as a demonologist, only working from hunches and faint hints in a few books.

As they were looking through the ancient texts and tomes the sun began to rise outside.

Overall, the knowledge presented inside of the books was... lacking, Really, it made her wonder how the mortal fool even managed to call forth her fey pet. Really, if this was the standards for mortals these days... well, to would hardly be any worse then some savages that seemed to find sticks and stones to be the height of development.

As the sun began to rise, Rose quickly came to a decision. "Well then, I cannon return to the Abyss for the moment, and until I am strong enough, the local creatures, while viable sources of souls and materials, have to be regarded as potential threats, that we cannot simply crush underheel." She looked almost sour after saying that, as she looks at her, eyes showing her distaste.

"Where does he keep his clothes, and where is the closest mortal settlement?"

Shalheira nodded, "Yes mistress. I believe you are right. The mortals might pose a threat. But I'll defend you with my life should it come to that."

She then pointed at the door leading away from the library. "I believe he sleeps in there and there might be some clothing. Though guess it's rather lacking for both our tastes." She looked almost disgusted at the thought of wearing that man's clothes. She would rather continue to go naked than stooping to such a low.

"And for the closest settlement I do believe that there's a small human village just an hour walk to the west. And there we would also find a road that leads both to the knight's fortress and to the city of Rahbaud." She added to her mistress.