The mirror began the same way, showing them panning out to her homecoming. However, this time, she was on his horse with him, nude, bound, and collared. He however was in full black plate mail, his helmet made into a dragon's head likeness. He had a different, larger staff that he carried, so long that it would touch the ground even if he were mounted. He held it forward like a lance with one hand, and held her to him with the other.
In truth her body responded to this image, tightening in places that had so recently been touched by him. She was ashamed of that.
He shouted attack, and portal after portal opened surrounding the walls of her kingdom. Hordes of demons pushed through the gates.
Her kingdom fell.
He rode his horse forward, to survey the damage they had caused. Everywhere there were bodies of men who'd taken up arms against them, and had no chance. Fires raged across the city.
Ignoring all of this, Braxus led his horse straight to her castle. The demon horde cleared a path for their leader, opening the gates to her castle where even more depravity reigned.
She tried to turn her head from the mirror, but Braxus shook her hard. “You will watch,” he hissed.
Inside the castle proper, he dismounted. He pulled her down behind him and tugged slightly on her collar. “You should have said yes.” He kept the leash in one hand and his staff in the other and marched her to the throne room.
Inside a group of his minions had kept her old priest. He was the first living male she'd seen since they began their walk into the castle. Still he was screaming as they took turns burning him with a hot poker.
“Enough,” Mirror Braxus said. “It is time.”
They pushed forward the old priest and he pulled her next to him with the leash.
The portly old man shook his head, his jowls hopping from side to side. “I won't do it! I won't! It's unnatural!”
Braxus laughed cruelly. One of the demons stabbed the poker in to the priest's rear. He screamed in pain.
“You will do it, or I shall make your death last a very, very long time.”
Tears appeared on the man's face. He looked to Hilde. She nodded once.
“Heaven forgive me,” he prayed. Then he began the ceremony.
Braxus easily said “I do.” Then it was Hilde's turn. She licked her lips, as if trying to figure out a way out of it. He tugged her leash towards him. “Do you wish what happened to your kingdom to happen to any others?”
She shook her head. “I do.”
And it was done. He pulled her into a kiss, stuffing his tongue right into her throat. Then he turned her away from him and pushed her to her knees. Before she could realize what was happening, he'd freed himself and stabbed his entire length into her. Her maidenhood was torn in a blaze of pain.
The surrounding demons watched with fascination. They were his generals, ones he'd sent to make certain the priest did not perish, so they had not been able to partake in the festivities outside. She could feel their ravenous gazes across her body as he pumped his thickness in and out of her.
He had not removed his plate mail, simply removed his cod piece, so the slapping of his body against her nude one was almost as painful as the tearing sensation that his manhood was doing to her. She struggled to get away, she tried to make it at least not hurt. Her struggles excited him even more.
She knew something was wrong with her, outside of the mirror. Watching herself being taken by Braxus was exciting her in a way that was unnatural in and of itself. His hands moved between her lips and slowly moved in small circles as they watched the future that he dreamed of. She could tell that watching it was just as exciting to him as it was in the future. He had his hardness laying thick against her rear.
“You naughty girl. This is exciting you.” He whispered against her ear. “I'll make it even better.”
Inside the mirror he sped himself up, going against her at an inhuman blur until finally he stopped with a loud groan and released inside of her. So much exploded inside of her womb that the force actually pushed his manhood out of her insides.
She had sunk to the ground, a mass of his seed and her own blood and tears. He patted her rear as if she'd done a good job.
“That takes care of my heir. Time to reward my generals.”
He beckoned two of the men forward and gestured to her.
“Remember boys, that's my new bride.”
She was jerked up by one of the demons to her knees. He'd grown far larger than any human man was capable, and he was rubbing himself while pushing the head against her mouth. He began to push it in, already dripping in anticipation, but her jaw simply wasn't large enough to fit. Still he kept rubbing against her lips and trying to force it in.
While she was distracted by that, another one had moved behind her. He was slapping himself against her buttocks and then pushing against the hole that her husband had not used.
Neither were making much headway but they were having a wonderful time trying to take her. The one at her head finally lost control and sputtered all over her face, only to have another one come to take his place.
Her husband nodded to the others who'd been tormenting the priest.
“Time for you to perform the coronation, Priest.”
The priest said the words, though Braxus' eyes were only for his blushing bride. Now her entire backside was covered in the demon seed.
Finally the crown was on Braxus' head. He nodded to the priest and thanked him for his service. Then he had one of his generals slit the man's throat.
He sank into his throne and kept watching the show.
She pulled her eyes away from the mirror and turned to face him.
“How exactly did you expect this would convince me to say yes?” she asked, ignoring her own wetness that covered his fingertips.
He smiled and caressed her cheek with his other hand. “I merely wished to show you the last reason you should marry me. First, I offered you power. Second, I offered you pleasure. Finally, I offer you the truth.”
He gestured and the mirror became a mirror again. “You see, my dear, I will have your kingdom. I will take your people. Only you can save your people from the horrors that I will visit upon them.
“And would it really be so bad?” he continued. “See what beautiful children we might make? Indeed, if it is your wish, I will take this whole time you have been my prisoner and remove those memories. I can replace them with whatever you like, something romantic. You will never again remember why we fell in love, only that we did.
“We would have a beautiful happy life together. Do not refuse me.”
He actually got down on one knee and took her hand in both of his. “Be my bride. I will make you the happiest woman who lives.”
Then it clicked. A small smile touched the corners of her lips, finally growing into a wide grin. He grinned himself at that and continued. “Is that a yes? You have to say it my dear.”
It was her turn to laugh. His smile grew dark. She pulled her hand from his.
“Truth? This is your truth? No, I name you liar, Wizard.
“I shall tell you the truth,” she continued, the mirth across her lips. “The truth is that you need me. You need me in order to invade my realm. You need me to come to you willingly. Perhaps you need me to be a virgin. Either way, your three question charade is only that. You can ask me a thousand times.”
She knew she was right as he stood, his face turning red in rage. His eyes were glowing and every muscle was tense as he towered over her.
She stabbed her fingers into his chest, hard. “You would never give me the first option. None of your promises would come to light. Why would you abandon your forces here for some sort of romance with me? No, the truth is that if I agreed, the second scenario is inevitable. You would destroy my kingdom. You would keep going, You would conquer my entire world.
“I will not let you.”
He grabbed her by the throat, hard. “You will not refuse me. I will do every torture you've seen before
you, and every other one imaginable. I will keep you alive forever in your suffering.”
She spoke, though the pain around her neck made it hard to breathe. “I refuse you. I will never marry you. Do whatever you want to me.”
And with that, he dissolved from her sight, and she found herself back in the forest, nude and surrounded by her dead guards.
She knew his spell was broken. She had discovered the key to his three questions.
Now she only had to get back to her kingdom and prepare. If he was so daring as to attempt her kidnapping she needed to warn other kingdoms lest they suffer the same fate.
However, for now, her people were safe.
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THE STRANGER:
Every seven years, The Stranger comes to Heather's village to claim his prize.
Since the fall of civilization, mutated creatures have overrun the planet. The Stranger is the hero of her people, the only thing to stand between her human brethren and the beasts that mean to destroy them. Dark and mysterious, no one truly understands what demonic bargain he has made with these creatures, but they know as long as he is content, they stay safe.
In payment, he requires that a bride is sacrificed to him.
Heather is that sacrifice.
In Claimed, Heather is taken by The Stranger from her village and everything she knows, to give her precious virginity to him. In Used, she finds herself alone after their wedding night, while his minions pay her a visit. In Owned, Heather discovers the deep dark secret, and how her husband has kept the creatures at bay. Or get all three with The Stranger bundle!
Excerpt from Claimed:
“Ah, apologies my dear. I'm rather large, you see.” He pulled it out a bit, and thrust it in again, more of it pushing her apart. “And I've never taken a virgin before.” Again, he pulled out, again, the hard thrust, and more of her was split open.
“Seems rather cruel, really,” he began, as he gripped one of her breasts savagely. “Had you not wanted this so badly, I would never have taken you.” Once again, the thrust, this one even deeper than she could imagine. She cried out in pain, and he let his free hand slowly move to her swollen clit.
“But you wanted me. You wanted this.” The massive member slammed in, even deeper, but she still could not feel his balls. More still must remain outside of her.
“And I'm inclined to give you exactly what you want.” He lay still for a long moment, flexing the dick that was buried inside of her. She could feel his movements and she cried out, unable to believe something so big would actually fit.
PREY OF THE SUPER VILLAINS:
The world has changed. Powerful men, gifted with extraordinary abilities roam the streets. They take whatever they desire, and no one can stop them.
No one but Leah.
In Prey of the Super Villains, Her government was trying, but the villains were winning. How does one make a bank safe from a person who can shoot fire from their fingertips? How can a jail be safe when your prisoners can fly? But Leah was gifted as well, with the ability to steal the powers from others. So she lets herself become prey to the most savage men on earth...
Men who are willing to do anything to get what they want.
In Used by the Prisoners, Leah has been taken in by the men in black. Now, held prisoner, she is being put into a cell with two incredibly powerful, super strong men! After having been locked up for months these men can barely remember the touch of a woman. They are not men who are used to being denied!
In Taken by the Telepath, will Leah's unorthodox methods of seduction be enough for her newest threat? She's been taken in for questioning at the hands of a powerful telepath, a man who is not to be refused!
And he will do anything to make her talk...
Excerpt from Used by the Prisoners:
“She's virgin tight, Jamal. I gotta have her.”
Jamal's eyes were half closed in lust, but he nodded slightly. The two of them moved her so that she was on all fours on the bench. Her handcuffed hands held her up uncomfortably. Once situated, Jamal resumed shoving his hips against her lips, the new position allowing an even deeper penetration on her throat.
She felt Bruce pulling down her pants to her knees and fully revealing her innermost parts to his lecherous eyes. He once again slipped his finger down her narrow slit, teasing at her clit, then back to her tight hole.
“Look here cunt, this is going to hurt. A lot.” She felt him rummaging about, and then felt the thud of a massive hard dick being dropped against her rear. He smacked it several more times against her, making sure he had her attention. “I'm going to tear you in two, got it? And when I'm done, you'll get fat with my kid.”
Jamal had tossed his head back in pleasure, but was still aware enough to comment. “Or mine.”
DEBAUCHED DESIRES
Emi's haunted with dark desires. Her favorite way to let them go and escape into another reality is cosplay. While she's another person, anything goes. The Debauched Desires series explores her dark fantasies.
In Punishment, Emi's a dark sorceress being used by a pair of heroes. They believe themselves the epitome of good, but the pain they cause her begs to differ. Stockade involves a night in the stocks, open for all. But will she make any progress with the man she truly wants? In Sleeping Beauty, Emi meets a young virgin man, who wants nothing more than to explore a woman while she is unconscious. While she is unable to stop him, this untouched man can discover everything about her body.
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Excerpt from Stockade:
When Rosalind awoke, her punishment had already begun. She was fully clothed, her head stuck through the tight wooden hole. Her hands were fit through even smaller holes, so tight she could not yank them back through. Though to add insult, her jailers had added a pair of manacles to her arms as well, the chain lay between and weighed her down.
Her neck hurt already. The stock made her lean forward at an uncomfortable angle, and her body had been limp for a while. She pushed herself up to her feet, trying to figure out which step she could keep her feet on to alleviate some of the pressure on her wrists and neck. Quickly she discovered each one was equally painful.
But she was alone. She knew it would not last long but for now she had a few moments to compose herself. Clearly she'd been set up but it was her own fault. She should not have worn clothing so revealing, even under another set of clothing. She cursed her vanity.
Finally a figure emerged from the darkness. She would know his over sized hat anywhere. He laughed cruelly at her predicament and slowly walked in a circle around her helpless body.
“You should have just taken a tumble with me, darling. This would have been much easier.”
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