The Feast

by Rowan Bree

  You are barely aware of your astral body becoming lighter until you find yourself drifting out from the room, through the stone walls and empty spaces of the castle. It was hopeless, you try to rationalize as you float closer to your physical body. You would have only gotten yourself killed.

  The impact of your soul re-entering your body makes you physically ill. You double over and retch over the side of the castle. When you straighten up you notice the night sky is covered in black clouds. Not storm clouds, but a roiling pitch black sea that makes you feel like you have been buried alive.

  You can see movement down below, but in the dark it is hard to determine what is happening. You hear screams, yells, and a loud grating sound like iron rending apart. Panic grips you and raw animal instinct awakens in your gut. You scramble back down to the castle grounds the same way you climbed up, sweaty hands slipping on the stones and feet struggling to find purchase.

  Somehow you manage to make it down to the courtyard without breaking your neck. There is no one around, but you can hear echoes like a war has broken out on the other side of the castle. You stay low and out of sight, hoping you can find the break in the wall Eli showed you. As you round a corner you see dark shapes coming your way. There is an animal sound coming from them, like growling mixed with heavy breathing, and instinct tells you they are not of this realm.

  You tuck back around the corner and press yourself against the wall.

  “Over here!”

  You look across the courtyard to see a knight waving at you from an open sewer grate. It’s one of the big ones that leads out of the castle grounds to the river that flows through the city. The knight isn’t in his full armor and his chainmail is askew, but his dark hair looks perfectly tousled. You are not used to seeing one of king’s sworn protectors, as they are only an elite few who usually spend their days training within the castle grounds. They are what every guardsman wishes they could be, and what every maiden dreams of at night.

  “Hurry!”

  You sprint across the courtyard. The knight pulls you in and shuts the grate. You find yourself in a small alcove in the wall of the castle courtyard. A narrow tunnel leads off it, most likely to the outside.

  “What’s happening?” You ask.

  The knight puts a finger to his lips.

  You crouch with him in the shadows as the shapes rush past. You get a whiff of fur and sulphur.

  “Demons,” the knight whispers.

  “Hundreds of them,” another voice adds.

  You start. You thought the knight was the only one hiding in here but there are others. It’s hard to make them out in the dark. They must have fled from the castle together. But why isn’t the knight out there fighting?

  A piercing shriek fills the air. A woman’s distressed cries echo through the castle courtyard then go silent.

  Demons, you think to yourself. The mage wanted to kill Eli to complete a ritual to bring his wife back from the dead, but is it possible the mage was tricking him? Did Vale instead open up the kingdom to these infernal creatures? Is all this your fault?

  You feel a hand pawing at the hem of your dress, finding its way underneath. A rough hand circles your calf.

  The knight mutters into your ear, “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

  Rare as they are, knights are the subject of many a maiden’s lust throughout the kingdom. Their image is that of perfect masculine beings, masters of combat but also noble and chaste. But right now the man whose hand is up your skirt is being anything but chaste.

  Let him touch you.

  Stop him.

  Sensing no resistance, the knight’s hand moves up your leg, his breath loud in your ear. He toys with the line of your panties, his finger sliding along the edge where the fabric meets your skin. You can feel yourself growing hot inside your dress.

  He mutters in your ear, “I saw you in the castle. You were with that elf.”

  His finger brushes your pussy, barely grazing the sensitive skin.

  “I could have raised the alarm then, but something about you caught my eye.”

  He teases your opening as streaks of torchlight pass the tunnel grate.

  “You’re lucky,” he says. “You know how many women would kill for a chance like this? The castle maids throw themselves at us. It’s sad, really. And none of them are ever my type.”

  He penetrates you with his finger up to the first knuckle, not enough to satisfy the growing ache inside of you. You involuntarily move against his hand to take him deeper.

  “How disappointing,” the knight says. “Desperate, just like the others.” He stops teasing you.

  “Please,” you whimper.

  “Say it again.”

  “Please,” you repeat, your voice sounding weak to your own ears.

  He chuckles to himself. “How can I resist?”

  You endure the knight’s taunting as he slips another finger inside you, his palm rocking against your clit. You hold back a moan.

  “Quiet now,” he says. “Can’t let the others find out.”

  His other hand slides up your body towards your breast. An ungodly wail pierces the night followed by a sound like a flock of crows all taking flight at once, then the crunch of something heavy hitting the cobblestones from a height. You start to shiver, both from fear and the arousal growing within you.

  “Don’t worry,” the knight says. “I’ll be just fine. In fact, I think I’ll be right at home in this new world.”

  He slowly pushes in another finger, testing your capacity. You let out a small moan as your body resists being stretched.

  “I’ve always had a taste for darker pleasures.” He massages you until you are dripping and then slips in a fourth finger. Your pussy instinctively tightens around his hand.

  “Is this too much for you?” he taunts. A whimper escapes your lips. “Or are you just like me?” He pulls at your nipple and begins to twist.

  You don’t think you can take much longer. Your body shakes. The knight bites your neck as you lose control.

  “You are exquisite,” he murmurs into your ear, his hand still inside you. He pinches your nipple until the tingles grow into pain. The submissive part of you purrs in contentment.

  The weak light of dawn casts everything in shades of grey. You sit up achily, the cold ground not nearly as comfortable now as it was when you fell asleep exhausted the night before. The wall alcove is deserted, no sign of the knight or the others who had huddled here for safety. Did they leave you behind? Were they taken by something unholy?

  You follow the tunnel and find that it leads further into the castle’s waterways. Every once in a while you pass a grate that opens to the outside. Peering through the bars you can see the forest, but there seems to be nothing amiss. You can see no people or animals but the sky is no longer an oppressive black. There is no sign of the apocalypse you witnessed the night before.

  You reach the end of the tunnel system leading out to the forest. An open iron gate stands before you. Just as you are deciding whether to step out into the open, a creature comes bounding out of the trees straight for you. It looks almost like a naked man on all-fours, but with the head of a dog and half-human, half-canine limbs. Its long tongue lolls out of its mouth, its eyes two red darts.

  You turn and run for your life back the way you came. You don’t dare look back but you can hear the creature’s panting and know it is close. You round a corner and spot a low tunnel in one of the walls. Without thinking you dive for it and pull yourself in. You disappear just as the creature turns the corner.

  You squeeze your hands over your mouth to quiet your breathing, but it doesn’t matter because the creature has already sprinted past your hiding place. You wait an extra minute before descending further down the tunnel.

  Epilogue.

  The knight’s hand moves up your leg, his breath loud in your ear. He toys with the line of your panties, his finger sliding along the edge where the fabric meets you
r skin. You can feel yourself growing hot inside your dress.

  He mutters in your ear, “I saw you in the castle. You were with that bitch with the silver hair.”

  His finger brushes your pussy, barely grazing the sensitive skin.

  “I bet he’s getting his ass fucked by those monsters right now.”

  He teases your opening as streaks of torchlight pass the tunnel grate.

  “You’re lucky,” he says. “You know how many women would kill for a chance like this? The castle maids throw themselves at us. It’s sad, really. And none of them are ever my type.”

  He penetrates you with his finger up to the first knuckle, not enough to satisfy the growing ache inside of you. You involuntarily move against his hand to take him deeper.

  “How disappointing,” the knight says. “Desperate, just like the others.” He stops teasing you.

  “Please,” you whimper.

  “Say it again.”

  “Please,” you repeat, your voice sounding weak to your own ears.

  He chuckles to himself. “How can I resist?”

  You endure the knight’s taunting as he slips another finger inside you, his palm rocking against your clit. You hold back a moan.

  “Quiet now,” he says. “Can’t let the others find out.”

  His other hand slides up your body towards your breast. An ungodly wail pierces the night followed by a sound like a flock of crows all taking flight at once, then the crunch of something heavy hitting the cobblestones from a height. You start to shiver, both from fear and the arousal growing within you.

  “Don’t worry,” the knight says. “I’ll be just fine. In fact, I think I’ll be right at home in this new world.”

  He slowly pushes in another finger, testing your capacity. You let out a small moan as your body resists being stretched.

  “I’ve always had a taste for darker pleasures.” He massages you until you are dripping and then slips in a fourth finger. Your pussy instinctively tightens around his hand.

  “Is this too much for you?” he taunts. A whimper escapes your lips. “Or are you just like me?” He pulls at your nipple and begins to twist.

  You don’t think you can take much longer. Your body shakes. The knight bites your neck as you lose control.

  “You are exquisite,” he murmurs into your ear, his hand still inside you. He pinches your nipple until the tingles grow into pain. The submissive part of you purrs in contentment.

  The weak light of dawn casts everything in shades of grey. You sit up achily, the cold ground not nearly as comfortable now as it was when you fell asleep exhausted the night before. The wall alcove is deserted, no sign of the knight or the others who had huddled here for safety. Did they leave you behind? Were they taken by something unholy?

  You follow the tunnel and find that it leads further into the castle’s waterways. Every once in a while you pass a grate that opens to the outside. Peering through the bars you can see the forest, but there seems to be nothing amiss. You can see no people or animals, but there is no sign of the apocalypse you witnessed the night before.

  You reach the end of the tunnel system leading out to the forest. An open iron gate stands before you. Just as you are deciding whether to step out into the open, a creature comes bounding out of the trees straight for you. It looks almost like a naked man on all-fours, but with the head of a dog and half-human, half-canine limbs. Its long tongue lolls out of its mouth, its eyes two red darts.

  You turn and run for your life back the way you came. You don’t dare look back but you can hear the creature’s panting and know it is close. You round a corner and spot a low tunnel in one of the walls. Without thinking you dive for it and pull yourself in. You disappear just as the creature turns the corner.

  You squeeze your hands over your mouth to quiet your breathing, but it doesn’t matter because the creature has already sprinted past your hiding place. You wait an extra minute before descending further down the tunnel.

  Epilogue.

  “No,” you tell him firmly.

  The knight’s grip tightens on your leg. “Do you want me to toss you out there with the monsters?”

  You can hear the shrieks of the castle guests, and the trample of hooves and claws and who knows what else on the cobblestones. It’s too dark to see what is happening. But you know you don’t want to be out there.

  The knight pulls your dress up over your waist, forcing your legs apart with his strong arms. He runs his finger up and down your slit through your panties, pressing at your opening. “I wasn’t going to hurt you but just I hate being told no.”

  He drags you away from the tunnel entrance and forces you to the ground. You feel mud seep up through the back of your dress and mat your hair. You can make out the shapes of the other people nearby. Will none of them they help you? Can’t they see what is happening?

  You cover your face with your arms, unable to bear the embarrassment as the knight tears at your dress. He grabs an exposed breast and twists the nipple, giving the sensitive flesh a slap after releasing it.

  You kick and struggle as he tries to pull your panties off you. You can feel the fabric sliding down your thighs and catching around your knees.

  The knight puts a hand over your mouth and nose, nearly blocking your breath.

  “Quiet,” he breathes in your ear. “Or I’ll leave you to the demons.”

  You struggle as he forces his cock between your legs. The bastard is smiling even as you continue to fight. You try to hit him but he grabs your wrist.

  “No no,” he tells you. “Can’t damage this face. You know how many women throw themselves at me?”

  You wrestle against his grip and he yanks your arm painfully over your head, pressing it into the mud. His face is inches from yours.

  “Too bad I only like the ones that put up a fight.” He growls the last word as he thrusts deeper.

  You stifle a whimper.

  “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

  He becomes rougher, trying to force you to make a noise. You bite the back of your hand to not give him the satisfaction. The rougher he gets, the more your stifled whimpers start to sound like moans. Is it possible some part of you is enjoying this?

  The idea scares you and you redouble your efforts to fight him off. He smiles a sadistic smile and fucks you even harder, pulling your hair and biting your chin, your jaw, any part of your flesh he can get his teeth on. His body clenches, his teeth threatening to break skin. After an agonizing few moments he relaxes and lets go.

  You quiver underneath him, your body in near shock.

  “And I thought I was the sick one,” he says with a grin.

  The weak light of dawn casts everything in shades of grey. You sit up achily, the cold ground not nearly as comfortable now as it was when you fell asleep exhausted the night before. The wall alcove is deserted, no sign of the knight or the others who had huddled here for safety. Did they leave you behind? Were they taken by something unholy?

  You follow the tunnel and find that it leads further into the castle’s waterways. Every once in a while you pass a grate that opens to the outside. Peering through the bars you can see the forest, but there seems to be nothing amiss. You can see no people or animals but the sky is no longer an oppressive black. There is no sign of the apocalypse you witnessed the night before.

  You reach the end of the tunnel system leading out to the forest. An open iron gate stands before you. Just as you are deciding whether to step out into the open, a creature comes bounding out of the trees straight for you. It looks almost like a naked man on all-fours, but with the head of a dog and half-human, half-canine limbs. Its long tongue lolls out of its mouth, its eyes two red darts.

  You turn and run for your life back the way you came. You don’t dare look back but you can hear the creature’s panting and know it is close. You round a corner and spot a low tunnel in one of the walls. Without thinking you dive for it and pull yoursel
f in. You disappear just as the creature turns the corner.

  You squeeze your hands over your mouth to quiet your breathing, but it doesn’t matter because the creature has already sprinted past your hiding place. You wait an extra minute before descending further down the tunnel.

  Epilogue.

  “No,” you tell him firmly.

  The knight’s grip tightens on your leg. “Do you want me to toss you out there with the monsters?”

  You can hear the shrieks of the castle guests, and the trample of hooves and claws and who knows what else on the cobblestones. It’s too dark to see what is happening. But you know you don’t want to be out there.

  The knight pulls your dress up over your waist, forcing your legs apart with his strong arms. He runs his finger up and down your slit through your panties, pressing at your opening. “I wasn’t going to hurt you but just I hate being told no.”

  He drags you away from the tunnel entrance and forces you to the ground. You feel mud seep up through the back of your dress and mat your hair. You can make out the shapes of the other people nearby. Will none of them they help you? Can’t they see what is happening?

  You cover your face with your arms, unable to bear the embarrassment as the knight tears at your dress. He grabs an exposed breast and twists the nipple, giving the sensitive flesh a slap after releasing it.

  You kick and struggle as he tries to pull your panties off you. You can feel the fabric sliding down your thighs and catching around your knees.

  The knight puts a hand over your mouth and nose, nearly blocking your breath.

  “Quiet,” he breathes in your ear. “Or I’ll leave you to the demons.”

  You struggle as he forces his cock between your legs. The bastard is smiling even as you continue to fight. You try to hit him but he grabs your wrist.

  “No no,” he tells you. “Can’t damage this face. You know how many women throw themselves at me?”