The Feast

by Rowan Bree

  Jasper groans, his cock betraying him with a violent spurt of cum.

  “Just like old times,” Vale says, licking a drop of cum off his gloved finger. He gives Jasper a small kiss on the cheek then moves on to you.

  You feel the glass pressing into you, pushing against your body’s resistance.

  “Looks like you’re not as used to this as your boyfriend,” Vale taunts.

  You let out a weak cry as the dildo plunges deep inside you. Vale seems to be trying to cause you pain, but a shameful sort of pleasure wells up inside of you. You understand why Jasper couldn’t hold it in, why he so easily succumbed. But you didn’t come all this way to become a slobbering slave toy to the Order, you came here to save the kingdom.

  Beg Sybil for help.

  Endure.

  You avoid Vale’s gaze, not wanting to volunteer yourself for his torture.

  “I guess it’s Jasper then,” you hear him say.

  Vale removes something from within his robe. It is a smooth glass rod with a round bulb at one end. He smiles at you. “I would never let that thing touch my precious Jasper.”

  Jasper is silent as the mage kneels behind him. You look away, unable to watch as Vale presses the glass dildo against his ass.

  Jasper stifles a moan. Vale chuckles and taunts him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. From the sounds of it they know each other quite well. You try to ignore the obvious pleasure betrayed in Jasper’s voice as he begs Vale to show mercy. Maybe that’s why Jasper never made a move on you. You’re not his type.

  Sybil’s eyes have a faraway look as if she is imagining herself to be anywhere but here in this room. She is supposed to be a friend. She is supposed to be looking out for you and Jasper. How can she just stand there while Jasper is humiliated like this? Unless she knows being exposed as your ally would mean putting herself at the mercy of the Order.

  Jasper groans, his cock betraying him with a violent spurt of cum.

  “Just like old times,” Vale says, licking a drop of cum off his gloved finger. He gives Jasper a small kiss on the cheek then moves on to you.

  You feel the glass pressing into you, pushing against your body’s resistance.

  “Looks like you’re not as used to this as he is,” Vale taunts.

  You let out a weak cry as the dildo plunges deep inside you. Vale seems to be trying to cause you pain, but a shameful sort of pleasure wells up inside of you. You understand why Jasper couldn’t hold it in, why he so easily succumbed. But you didn’t come all this way to become a slobbering slave toy to the Order, you came here to save the kingdom.

  Beg Sybil for help.

  Endure.

  You avoid Vale’s gaze, not wanting to volunteer yourself for his torture.

  “I guess it’s Jasper then,” you hear him say.

  Jasper is silent as the mage kneels behind him. You look away, unable to watch as Vale presses the glass dildo against his ass.

  Jasper stifles a moan. Vale chuckles and taunts him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. From the sounds of it they know each other quite well. You try to ignore the obvious pleasure betrayed in Jasper’s voice as he begs Vale to show mercy. Maybe that’s why Jasper never made a move on you. You’re not his type.

  Sybil’s eyes have a faraway look as if she is imagining herself to be anywhere but here in this room. She is supposed to be a friend. She is supposed to be looking out for you and Jasper. How can she just stand there while Jasper is humiliated like this? Unless she knows being exposed as your ally would mean putting herself at the mercy of the Order.

  Jasper groans, his cock betraying him with a violent spurt of cum.

  “Just like old times,” Vale says, licking a drop of cum off his gloved finger. He gives Jasper a small kiss on the cheek then moves on to you.

  You feel the glass pressing into you, pushing against your body’s resistance.

  “Looks like you’re not as used to this as he is,” Vale taunts.

  You let out a weak cry as the dildo plunges deep inside you. Vale seems to be trying to cause you pain, but a shameful sort of pleasure wells up inside of you. You understand why Jasper couldn’t hold it in, why he so easily succumbed. But you didn’t come all this way to become a slobbering slave toy to the Order, you came here to save the kingdom.

  Beg Sybil for help.

  Endure.

  You look at Vale, too ashamed to say the words but he understands nonetheless.

  “It looks like we have a volunteer.” He smiles at you.

  He walks around behind you and kneels. He strokes your naked back with his gloved hand, the smooth leather gliding across your skin.

  Jasper begs Vale to stop, offering himself instead. But Vale ignores him.

  You can feel the cold glass against your backside, coaxing you open. You stifle a moan, though you can’t fully hide your reaction to Vale penetrating you there.

  He chuckles. “Do you hear that? Sounds like dear kitten here is enjoying all the attention.”

  Vale plunges the dildo deep inside you, fucking you without mercy.

  You can see the Vale’s cruelty reflected in the hungry eyes of the nobles watching you. Some encourage him, yelling out the atrocities they want to see done to you and Jasper in the name of “justice”. Your legs start to wobble. You can feel yourself coming. Your moans drown out Jasper’s pleading to Vale to show mercy.

  Your orgasm overwhelms you and you lose control of your bladder. As the warm puddle grows beneath you, you feel the dildo leave your ass.

  Your eyes seek out Sybil’s, but she won’t return your gaze. She is supposed to be a friend. She is supposed to be looking out for you and Jasper. How can she just stand there while Vale fucks you? Unless she knows exposing herself would mean putting herself at the mercy of the Order.

  Beg Sybil for help.

  Endure.

  You look at Vale, too ashamed to say the words but he understands nonetheless.

  “It looks like we have a volunteer.” He smiles at you.

  He walks around behind you and kneels. He strokes your naked back with his gloved hand, the smooth leather gliding across your skin.

  Jasper begs Vale to stop, offering himself instead. But Vale ignores him.

  You feel the creature mount you. It’s muggy warmth makes your skin crawl as it humps against you, its many arms clinging to you. Its slimy appendage push against your opening, its flat head failing to penetrate and instead bumping against your clit. You moan weakly.

  Vale chuckles. “Do you hear that? Sounds like dear kitten here is enjoying all the attention.”

  The thrusts again and again, still failing to squeeze inside of you. Your body grows hot, preparing to be bred. The creature seems to sense this change in you and pauses to properly line up for one last thrust. You can feel its large member pushing you open, your pussy actually inviting the infernal appendage inside you inch by inch. The creature chitters as it enjoys the feeling of your warmth.

  You will your body to move, but Vale’s magic is far too strong. You can only bear it as the creature breeds you.

  You can see the Vale’s cruelty reflected in the hungry eyes of the nobles watching you. Some encourage him, yelling out the atrocities they want to see done to you and Jasper in the name of “justice”. Your legs start to wobble. You can feel yourself coming. Your moans drown out Jasper’s pleading to Vale to show mercy.

  Your eyes seek out Sybil’s, but she won’t return your gaze. She is supposed to be a friend. She is supposed to be looking out for you and Jasper. How can she just stand there while Vale lets the nightmare creature fuck you? Unless she knows exposing herself would mean putting herself at the mercy of the Order.

  Beg Sybil for help.

  Endure.

  You look at Vale, too ashamed to say the words but he understands nonetheless.

  “It looks like we have a volunteer.” He smiles at you.

  He walks around behind you and kneels. He s
trokes your naked back with his gloved hand, the smooth leather gliding across your skin.

  Jasper begs Vale to stop, offering himself instead. But Vale ignores him.

  You feel the creature mount you. It’s muggy warmth makes your skin crawl as it humps against you, its many arms clinging to you. Its slimy appendage push against your opening, its flat head failing to penetrate and instead bumping against your clit. You moan weakly.

  Vale chuckles. “Do you hear that? Sounds like dear kitten here is enjoying all the attention.”

  The thrusts again and again, still failing to squeeze inside of you. Your body grows hot, preparing to be bred. The creature seems to sense this change in you and pauses to properly line up for one last thrust. You can feel its large member pushing you open, your pussy actually inviting the infernal appendage inside you inch by inch. The creature chitters as it enjoys the feeling of your warmth.

  You will your body to move, but Vale’s magic is far too strong. You can only bear it as the creature breeds you.

  You can see the Vale’s cruelty reflected in the hungry eyes of the nobles watching you. Some encourage him, yelling out the atrocities they want to see done to you and Jasper in the name of “justice”. Your legs start to wobble. You can feel yourself coming. Your moans drown out Jasper’s pleading to Vale to show mercy.

  Your eyes seek out Sybil’s, but she won’t return your gaze. She is supposed to be a friend. She is supposed to be looking out for you and Jasper. How can she just stand there while Vale lets the nightmare creature fuck you? Unless she knows exposing herself would mean putting herself at the mercy of the Order.

  Beg Sybil for help.

  Endure.

  You look at Vale, too ashamed to say the words but he understands nonetheless.

  “It looks like we have a volunteer.” He smiles at you.

  He walks around behind you and kneels. He strokes your naked back with his gloved hand, the smooth leather gliding across your skin.

  Jasper begs Vale to stop, offering himself instead. But Vale ignores him.

  You can feel the cold glass against your backside, coaxing you open. You stifle a moan, though you can’t fully hide your reaction to Vale penetrating you there.

  He chuckles. “Do you hear that? Sounds like dear kitten here is enjoying all the attention.”

  Vale plunges the dildo deep inside you, fucking you without mercy.

  You can see the Vale’s cruelty reflected in the hungry eyes of the nobles watching you. Some encourage him, yelling out the atrocities they want to see done to you and Jasper in the name of “justice”. Your legs start to wobble. You can feel yourself coming. Your moans drown out Jasper’s pleading to Vale to show mercy.

  Your orgasm overwhelms you and you lose control of your bladder. As the warm puddle grows beneath you, you feel the dildo leave your ass.

  Your eyes seek out Sybil’s, but she won’t return your gaze. She is supposed to be a friend. She is supposed to be looking out for you and Jasper. How can she just stand there while Vale fucks you? Unless she knows exposing herself would mean putting herself at the mercy of the Order.

  Beg Sybil for help.

  Endure.

  You tell the mage to go choke on his glass dildo.

  He grabs you by the hair, pulling you painfully upwards. “It looks like we have a volunteer,” he spits.

  Your whole body screams in pain as his magic surges through you. You can feel the cold glass against your backside, forcing you open.

  Jasper tells Vale to stop, threatening him with all manner of unpleasant death. But Vale ignores him. The mage plunges the dildo deep inside you, fucking you without mercy.

  “And this, my friends, is what happens to traitors.”

  You can see the Vale’s cruelty reflected in the hungry eyes of the nobles watching you. Some encourage him, yelling out the atrocities they want to see done to you and Jasper in the name of “justice”. Your legs start to wobble. You can feel yourself coming.

  Jasper’s threats have turned to begging for Vale to let you go. You can barely see him through the tears in your eyes, but you can tell that he is broken.

  Between the pain and the brutal assault you lose control of your bladder. As the warm puddle grows beneath you, you feel the dildo leave your ass.

  “It looks like it’s time,” Vale says. His eyes have taken on a red glow.

  He removes his robe, then forces you to lie on your back in the center of the circle. The carved symbols feel hot against your skin.

  “My dear kitten,” he whispers. “You’re going to help me bring great changes into this world.”

  He thrusts into you violently. You scream out in protest but are unable to move. You can hear Jasper calling out to you, telling you to fight Vale’s magic. But you are powerless to do anything but lie there as Vale takes you.

  Your eyes seek out Sybil’s, but she won’t return your gaze. She is supposed to be a friend. She is supposed to be looking out for you and Jasper. How can she just stand there while Vale fucks you? Unless she knows exposing herself would mean putting herself at the mercy of the Order.

  Beg Sybil for help.

  Endure.

  You tell the mage to go choke on his own cock.

  He grabs you by the hair, pulling you painfully upwards. “It looks like we have a volunteer,” he spits.

  Your whole body screams in pain as his magic surges through you. He walks around behind you and kneels. He strokes your naked back with his gloved hand, the smooth leather gliding across your skin.

  Jasper begs Vale to stop, offering himself instead. But Vale ignores him.

  You feel the creature mount you. It’s muggy warmth makes your skin crawl as it humps against you, its many arms clinging to you. Its slimy appendage push against your opening, its flat head failing to penetrate and instead bumping against your clit. You moan weakly.

  Vale chuckles. “Do you hear that? Sounds like dear kitten here is enjoying all the attention.”

  The thrusts again and again, still failing to squeeze inside of you. Your body grows hot, preparing to be bred. The creature seems to sense this change in you and pauses to properly line up for one last thrust. You can feel its large member pushing you open, your pussy actually inviting the infernal appendage inside you inch by inch. The creature chitters as it enjoys the feeling of your warmth.

  You will your body to move, but Vale’s magic is far too strong. You can only bear it as the creature breeds you.

  You can see the Vale’s cruelty reflected in the hungry eyes of the nobles watching you. Some encourage him, yelling out the atrocities they want to see done to you and Jasper in the name of “justice”. Your legs start to wobble. You can feel yourself coming. Your moans drown out Jasper’s pleading to Vale to show mercy.

  Your eyes seek out Sybil’s, but she won’t return your gaze. She is supposed to be a friend. She is supposed to be looking out for you and Jasper. How can she just stand there while Vale lets the nightmare creature fuck you? Unless she knows exposing herself would mean putting herself at the mercy of the Order.

  Beg Sybil for help.

  Endure.

  You tell the mage to go choke on his own cock.

  He grabs you by the hair, pulling you painfully upwards. “It looks like we have a volunteer,” he spits.

  Your whole body screams in pain as his magic surges through you. He walks around behind you and kneels. He strokes your naked back with his gloved hand, the smooth leather gliding across your skin.

  Jasper begs Vale to stop, offering himself instead. But Vale ignores him.

  You feel the creature mount you. It’s muggy warmth makes your skin crawl as it humps against you, its many arms clinging to you. Its slimy appendage push against your opening, its flat head failing to penetrate and instead bumping against your clit. You moan weakly.

  Vale chuckles. “Do you hear that? Sounds like dear kitten here is enjoying all the attention.”

  The
thrusts again and again, still failing to squeeze inside of you. Your body grows hot, preparing to be bred. The creature seems to sense this change in you and pauses to properly line up for one last thrust. You can feel its large member pushing you open, your pussy actually inviting the infernal appendage inside you inch by inch. The creature chitters as it enjoys the feeling of your warmth.

  You will your body to move, but Vale’s magic is far too strong. You can only bear it as the creature breeds you. You hope the necklace around your neck does what Vale says it does, that it will protect you against being impregnated with the creature’s demonic offspring.

  You can see the Vale’s cruelty reflected in the hungry eyes of the nobles watching you. Some encourage him, yelling out the atrocities they want to see done to you and Jasper in the name of “justice”. Your legs start to wobble. You can feel yourself coming. Your moans drown out Jasper’s pleading to Vale to show mercy.

  Your eyes seek out Sybil’s, but she won’t return your gaze. She is supposed to be a friend. She is supposed to be looking out for you and Jasper. How can she just stand there while Vale lets the nightmare creature fuck you? Unless she knows exposing herself would mean putting herself at the mercy of the Order.

  Beg Sybil for help.

  Endure.