The Feast

by Rowan Bree

  “He wasn’t,” you reply, trying not to think about the cum drying on your thighs. “Did I do well?”

  Vale lifts a gloved hand to your cheek. “You did perfectly, kitten.”

  His touch makes you weak, as does his praise.

  “He will make a perfect sacrifice.”

  Vale shouts something in Dorian and the guests clear to the edges of the room, revealing a large circular symbol carved into the center of the stone floor. The king shoes away the woman sucking his cock and tucks himself back into his robes.

  Vale stands in the center of the circle. “Dear guests, it’s time for the main event.”

  Two mages escort the duke from his seat to the center of the circle. He looks like he’s been drugged. There must have been something in the wine Vale gave him. The mages force him to kneel before Vale.

  “As a gift of good faith from Doria to Tyven, I have offered the king that which he most desires in this world. I will give him his wife, the very queen who sadly passed away years ago.”

  There are a few murmurs in the crowd, but not nearly as many as you would have expected. It seems the people of Tyven have come to accept the existence of dark magic ever since the creatures were let loose on their city. It is just as Vale planned.

  “She will return to life as if she never left. She will not remember the suffering of death, only a long and peaceful sleep. The laws of magic are strict, however, and for every life we bring back we must sacrifice another.”

  Vale removes a long dagger from the folds of his robe. He holds it out to you. The jewels on the pommel shine as if alive.

  “Go on,” he says. “Let his blood flow free. Give Tyven back its queen.”

  Sacrifice the duke.

  Refuse the dagger.

  You decide to find someone more worthy of Vale’s favor. You leave the duke and wander through the hall in search of a new target. You won’t be so careless this time, you tell yourself. You won’t be taken advantage of again.

  You spot the bare-chested man from before just past a table of rowdy guards. They look to be on the prowl, snatching at any serving girl who wanders too close and catcalling some of the younger female guests. They are still sober enough to choose wisely who to harass, and the more consequential guests are spared from their hounding. You wonder if you would be a target to them.

  Pass the guards’ table.

  Take the long way ‘round.

  You decide to find someone more worthy of Vale’s favor. You leave the duke and wander through the hall in search of a new target. You won’t be so careless this time, you tell yourself. You won’t be taken advantage of again.

  You spot the bare-chested man from before just past a table of rowdy guards. They look to be on the prowl, snatching at any serving girl who wanders too close and catcalling some of the younger female guests. They are still sober enough to choose wisely who to harass, and the more consequential guests are spared from their hounding. You wonder if you would be a target to them.

  Pass the guards’ table.

  Take the long way ‘round.

  You take the key from the Old One and unlock the cage. You step aside to let the shapeshifter walk free. He shifts into his hound form before bounding off into the night.

  The Old One claps his hands together slowly. You turn.

  “Well done,” he says. “The simplest and best choice you could have made. Now, my dear, our kingdom awaits.”

  He holds out his hand and you take it feeling a swell of pride.

  “You will need to learn to control your power, but that will come with time,” he says as you walk towards the castle doors.

  “Where are we going?” you ask him. “The castle is locked.”

  The Old One pays no mind and strolls right up to the doors. They open with a blast of wind, sending the guards on the other side sprawling.

  You walk together up the main stairs into the upper reaches of the castle until you arrive at a stone archway draped with black curtains. Beyond it is a room filled with robed figures, along with some guests from the feast in their fine clothes. Red candles are placed on different surfaces and in sconces. Many of the nobles are in various states of undress, occupying themselves with the shackled slaves both human and demonic that are apparently here for their entertainment.

  Your gaze falls on the king seated in a plush chair, a buxom woman bobbing her head between his legs. Beside him are several uncomfortable-looking guardsmen.

  “Kitten,” Vale says extracting himself from a couple of scantily clad slaves. The fingertips of his leather gloves glisten in the candlelight. You try not to feel jealous, knowing that you too have strayed tonight.

  “My lord.” The mage bows on one knee before the hoofed feet of the Old One. The Old One strokes his hair and then beckons him to stand.

  “I thank you for your service,” the Old One says, “of inviting me into your realm. And for gathering your human leaders into one place. It makes destroying them that much easier.”

  Vale blanches. “I’m sorry, my lord. I don’t understand.”

  The Old One smiles. “That is why you gathered them tonight?”

  Vale bows his head. “I apologize if I speak out of turn, but I don’t believe you understand the ways of men. We need the ruling class to bring the rest of the population in line. Destroying them would only bring chaos and rebellion. I don’t want to waste such valuable lives when we could use them to serve our magicks instead.”

  “There are other ways of getting what we need,” the Old One says. “And I grow bored.”

  “So do I,” Vale says. He shouts something in Dorian and all of the guests clear from the center of the room. A large circular symbol is carved in the stone floor right below where you and the Old One are standing. It must be a binding circle. The Old One is trapped.

  The Old One’s nostrils flare in anger. “You maggot. What are you doing? Did you not call us forth from the nether realm to make this world ours?”

  Vale steps out of the circle with a wry smile. “Mine,” he says. “I want the world to be mine. And hers.” He extends a hand towards you. “My kitten. Come rule with me. Not even the Old Ones can tell us what to do anymore. We will be gods unto ourselves.”

  “Destroy him,” the demon commands.

  Take Vale’s hand.

  Unleash your power.

  Asking yourself what you truly want, the only answer is to destroy the creature. And that you must do with magic.

  You take the key from the Old One and unlock the cage. You call upon your magic, visualizing a glowing ball of flame in your palm.

  Nothing happens.

  You try again. Still nothing.

  The Old One laughs behind you. If you can’t summon your magic, there is no way he will help you.

  You take a deep breath and relinquish control, simply imagining the flame again without trying to force it. As soon you do you can feel your palm burning hot. The night is illuminated by the angry red glow from the growing ball of flame suspended in your hand. You hold it up and let loose.

  The shapeshifter is fully consumed by the flame until nothing remains. You can’t believe your magic actually worked.

  You turn to the Old One expectantly. Surely he will help you now.

  “What a waste,” he says.

  “But I used my power,” you reply. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

  The Old One snorts. “To destroy something interesting? You may have power, indeed, but you have no instinct. You will be useless in this new world. Your part in it is finished.”

  No, you’re not done yet. You are special. This world exists because of you. You gave yourself to the Old One. You felt him inside you, entwined in your very being. You can’t be cast aside so easily.

  “Come,” the Old One says, grabbing you by the wrist. His grip is strong enough to crush your bones to dust. “It’s time to bring order to this world.”

  The castle.

 
; You take the key from the Old One and approach the cage. The naked man inside watches you with distrust, backing against the far end of the cage. Even so, you can see how aroused he is. You think you can soothe at least part of the beast.

  You unlock the door and step inside, closing the cage behind you.

  As soon as you do the man transforms into the hound again. He growls at you, baring his teeth and looking like he is going to attack. You turn to open the cage door. You’ve made a mistake.

  You feel paws against your back and hit the ground hard. The wind is knocked out of you. You feel disoriented. You can’t breathe.

  The shifter tears your dress to shreds with his teeth. You feel his wet snout against your thighs and then your panties being torn away. You try to get away but there is nowhere to go.

  The shapeshifter humps you, sliding between your legs after a few tries. He tries to push in further against the resistance of your body. You can feel your stomach bulging where he can go no further, and then an odd feeling of pressure as hi cock slips against something deep inside of you. The feeling sends tingles through your body like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

  The shapeshifter moves his hips the same way again, the tip of his cock brushing against that deeper part of you and making the pressure build more. You are being used by a beast. How can such a lewd act feel so good?

  You pant and moan like an animal as the shapeshifter moves on top of you. Your body is covered in sweat and you can feel the delicious building, building, building of pressure and then your body is tingling all over, vibrating as it never has before. You feel release from your head to your toes, coming in waves and patterns through your nerves. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this before.

  As the vibrations settle you feel a bulge at the base of the shapeshifter’s cock push inside you. He tries to pull away once, but is stuck.

  You wait there on the floor of the cage. Every time you shift even the slightest bit you feel a small aftershock of your deep orgasm.

  The Old One looms over you, peering into the cage. “This is what you expected to happen, isn’t it?”

  You feel a tugging and a pop as the shapeshifter pulls out, followed by a warm flow of liquid from inside you.

  You can’t even bring yourself to ask if you’ve passed the test.

  “Why don’t you stay here while I sort things out with Vale. I believe he is owed both an apology and a place by my side.”

  He opens the cage and tosses something in. It’s the spider-goblin from earlier tonight, the one attached to the woman at the castle gates. It’s muggy warmth makes your skin crawl as it humps against you, its many arms clinging to you.

  “Enjoy,” the Old One says, laughing as he locks the cage and leaves.

  You feel fangs sink into the skin of your neck and a tingling feeling flow downwards through your body as the spider-goblin’s venom paralyzes you. You can’t move but you can still feel as the creature’s slimy appendage pushes against your opening, its flat head failing to penetrate and instead bumping against your clit. You moan weakly.

  It 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 the spider-goblin’s poison is far too strong. You can only lie there as the creature breeds you. You hope the necklace around your neck does what Vale says it does, that it will protect you against bearing the creature’s demonic offspring.

  The creature’s cock pulses and you brace for the feeling of its cum pumping inside you. Instead, you feel more rhythmic pulses and then an odd heavy feeling like a weight has been placed inside you. Then another, and another. Eggs, you think with horror as the spider-goblin’s ovipositor slides out of you.

  The next thing you feel is another appendage pushing its way between your legs. This one has a more bulbous, tapered tip that slides into you with little resistance. Your body quivers uncontrollably as you feel the orbs shift inside you to make room for the new violation. The creature thrusts hard and fast, and instinctively you know what is happening. It is going to fertilize the eggs it just filled you with. And there is nothing you can do.

  You come as the creature fucks you, silent tears streaming down your face from the intensity. Everything below the waist feels warm, sticky, melted. The spider-goblin finishes and leaves you with its fertilized eggs sitting inside you.

  Just when you think it’s over, the shapeshifter comes back for seconds. You feel his wet snout against your butt cheeks as he licks at the spider-goblin’s slime. You try to move but your body is still paralyzed. His cock bumps the eggs that are already inside you, causing them to shift and stimulate different parts of you all at once.

  The paralyzing poison overwhelms your senses making your vision blur. The shifter cums all over the eggs inside you, this time causing a cascade of them to plop out when he pulls out of you. You lie in the filth, unable to move. Surely Vale will come to save you once he finds out what has happened.

  Epilogue.

  With Vale you were only his toy, his precious little bauble to keep safe and twirl around his finger. With the Old One, you feel strong.

  You dig deep to feel the power swirling inside of you. All it takes is a simple letting go to unleash it.

  Vale screams as a black flame engulfs him. As he burns, a large dagger falls from his robes. You pick it up and strike it into the stone circle, severing the binding spell that kept the Old One trapped.

  The nobles and Order members stand in shock, unsure of what to do. Then one by one they too are consumed by black flame. The demon drapes his arm over your shoulder as you watch them all burn.

  When the flames die down, there is nothing left of them. Not even ash. You ask the demon what happened to them.

  “They’ve been sent to my realm. It will be a long eternity for them.” His hand tightens on your shoulder. “But all this fighting has left me excited.”

  He takes you right there on top of the broken binding circle, in the empty room that only moments ago contained the most powerful people from all over the kingdom. You scream out in pleasure, knowing there is no one to hear you.

  When you finish, the demon gives you a choice—to restore your memories from your life before, or let them fade away forever.

  Ask for your memories.

  Tell him the past doesn’t matter.

  You take Vale’s hand. He smiles smugly.

  “My kitten, I knew—“

  The mage is interrupted by a commotion in the room. Guests are screaming and fleeing in all directions. Something small and skittery with too many legs is running through the room, knocking down candles and grabbing at the guests. You hear the drawing of steel and a woman’s screech. No one seems to be able to stop the creature.

  In the commotion, Vale is pushed into the binding circle. He turns to tell you to run and the Old One grabs him from behind, wrapping an arm around the mage’s neck. The other holds tight around his waist.

  “Men cannot make themselves gods,” the Old One growls. “But I can.”

  Vale’s face is turning red as he struggles against his captor. You try to get to him to help him, but are pushed back by the panicked crowd.

  The Old One squeezes Vale tighter. “I have possessed you once. I know what lies in the darkest reaches of that mind. I can give you everything you desire. I’ll even let you keep your pet king and his nobles. Set me free and accept my power.”

  “I accept,” Vale says.

  The Old One releases him. The mage takes a black dagger from the folds of his robe and strikes it against the stones, marring the carved symbols. The Old One flexes as if invisible chains have been taken off him. Vale bows before him. You are
shocked at how easily Vale is swayed.

  The Old One bids him to stand and then starts in your direction. You feel yourself pushed to the floor by an invisible force. The mage and the Old One stand over you, looking down as you struggle to get free.

  “I need to remove my power from her first,” the Old One says.

  Vale kneels by your head and strokes your hair as the Old One tears your dress open. “It will be over soon, kitten.”

  The Old One forces your legs apart and buries his long tongue in your pussy. You can feel the energy flowing out of you as he drains you of your power, taking back what he gave to you in the garden.

  Vale violates you as you lie there helpless, twisting your nipples in his gloved fingers and squeezing your breasts. He forces your mouth open and leans in close as if to kiss you, but instead of his warm lips you feel a thick string of spit fall onto your tongue.

  “Poor little kitten,” Vale taunts, as the Old One makes you come draining the last drops of power from your veins.

  His tongue leaves you and Vale lets go of you. You feel weak and ashamed. Your dress is in tatters, no longer wearable.

  Naked, you stand amidst the chaos and confusion. You see Vale and the Old One disappear through a curtained archway. The Old One is going give Vale the power that belonged to you.

  Follow them.

  Escape while you can.

  You cross the room and peek through the curtained archway.