Taming the beasts (Critter Master Quest) Open by invite

My feet come to rest upon the ground, my body fully erect with arms folded at my chest, a scowl upon my visage as I look around the terrain. I thought that I had felt some type of battle in this area, but I was unsure about the validity of that. Perceptively I pick up that something seemed unsettled around this area and there was a quieter than other areas of the forest. I figure that whatever happened must be over by this time as the sounds of the forest seemed to be returning, but I would soon quiet them back. It had been a while since I had last battled and the demon known as Sanzon had momentarily lost my interest. I still have minimal information about this realm, though it did have a certain homely feel to it. It was closer a match to the time I had originally come from before death than the place known as the City. My steps slowly bring me forward along a game trail amongst the foliage and dense trees. As I walk, a dark mist begins to build around me as my miasma is caste about the area, slowly blocking out the view of the sun as it lingers in this area of the forest.

I continue to wander about this place, my miasma starting to affect the local wild life. I did dislike the creatures of this world. They were territorial and some predators, but then again, so was I. I had tossed around the idea of settling in this time and building an empire. It was such an easier thing to do in a place that lacked the technology and ingenuity that the humans had acquired over time. My steps continue to be slow and deliberate through the forest as I look for trances of a battle that might have been. For a moment I pause and my head turns to the side as I listen out for something, my demeanor neither confirming nor denying my notice of another. Of course, I was unskilled in sensing, so it would just be a movement of quirk of some sorts.

After a moments pause, I wonder if there really were something around this area. I didn’t hear anything but the scampering of small animals, a sound getting less and less apparent as they get further and further away from me. I look in all directions around me not seeing anything, before looking up and to the sky. I had an odd feeling where I thought I knew something was here, but there was nothing to solidify that feeling. “Hmm…” I murmur ominously. My gaze shifts back to my front, which would be away from the priestess at her position. Suddenly something does catch my attention and my gaze shifts to a bush where I hear a noise. My miasma seemed to have affected the lungs of a young boy who had ventured this far out and into the wood, maybe to explore or simply play. Unfortunately for him, he would come in contact with a demon. The boy’s position is given away as he is unable to stifle his coughs, caused by my dark mist. I look in that direction, as I know he tries to force himself to be quiet, probably terribly afraid of my presence. I did enjoy giving young men reasons to live. Perhaps if I beat him within an inch of his life, he would reject his weakness and attempt to be stronger. With that resolve in my mind, I uncross my arms and hold my palm up, ready to unveil the child by compromising his hiding spot. A sphere of dark energy begins to build and spark in my hands as I murmur an incantation calling upon the “chikuro,” warning, “run boy, but you won’t get far.” There is rustling in the bushes and I know that he must be fleeing. With that, I hold my palm out towards his direction with the intent to blast him and the area around him just a little bit.

The arrow would have stopped the impending attack on the lad, but it was too late for the boy now. As the words ring out from the priestess, the sphere of energy bursts from my palm and towards the boy. Like a deer in headlights, the boy pauses to turn and look at his doom and then the large explosion occurs, causing dust and debris to fill the air as well as displacing the foliage in the area. When the dust eventually settled, the boy would be laying on the ground and not moving. Now that something had called out to me by the term demon, it had my attention. My head turns to the side as the corner of my eye picks up this woman in tattered clothing and an odd pendant at her cleavage. If she did not attack me by this time, I would simply comment casually, “when you aim a weapon at an enemy, it is unwise to hesitate.”

It would seem as if I were to eat crow, for as soon as I begin to speak, she fires the arrow at me. The movements of her lips were curious and I could only assume that she was casting a spell of sorts. The arrow flies through the air and strikes me in the chest. I pause for a moment and look down at it, noticing that it had somehow broken my skin; that much was curious. “Such coarse weapons,” I remark with a bit of disgust and a scowl at the projectile as I reach for the arrow and tug at it to rip it from my flesh with no regard for pain. I look at it for a moment knowledgeable in the back of my mind that she may be preparing a back up spell. I liked that she did not speak; yet attacked. It was interesting. I could feel the blessed effects of the arrow, which made me weary of this woman. Might she be powerful? Luckily, I was immersed in and breathing in my miasma that was around our current environment, passively and continually casting curse upon her and myself at the same time.

I watch the overpowering effects that my miasma has over her body and frown as she breaks into coughing. I was expecting something more, like a back up spell. My miasma was more like a foot note, something generated by me without a thought or whim. For those moments of her vulnerability, I pegged her to be a weakling like most humans, but, however, she does something surprising and shows promise. I am a bit surprised as she is able to dispel my darkness with her light. I find this very interesting. I turn my body to face her a bit more as I watch her nobly stand her ground with her arrow aimed to take another shot, looking for the best chance to hit me. A grin comes to my face as I watch this. She showed much more promise than that swordsman. She actually knew how to battle, rather than to flail about aimlessly. Something happens then and something crashes through the trees. I turn and look in surprise as I notice this odd change in events. Looking to the creature I wondered had it come here to protect its territory after my blast. No matter, I would deal with it as well.

I hold my ground as the creature charges the young lady. I notice her pick herself from the ground and fight back; she had to have the more horrible luck. Still, the giant lizard was in my way and had interrupted my fun of playing with this female warrior. As such, it would have to be dealt with. She does well to put an arrow into one of its eyes, to hinder the thing’s sight, but the attack gives me the insight to assume that the bulk of her abilities must be against demonic entities such as myself, as a blessed attack would not work against this animal. By this time, my poison mist had faded away, since I had not re invoked it. It was no matter, as my offensive attention was now brought to the giant salamander. I would rid of him first before continuing to play with this female. Generating my black powers, I create a sphere of dark energy in the palm of my right hand with an invocation. My arm lifts up as the energy is released, ripping a wave of dark energy from myself to the lizard creature as it rushes in.

I look on with approval as my attack rips through the beast. I watch as my attack is cosigned by the warrior female presents it with an attack of her own. Her attack strikes the vulnerable area of the beast and tears it asunder. The abnormally large animal’s life is voided and it falls to the ground, lifeless. I notice her move back onto her defensive remembering me. I liked the fact that she did not attempt to talk me out of attacking her; something lesser humans or that sappy swordsman would attempt to do. As she reaches for an arrow, my palm comes up as I speak shortly my demand for my dark energy to seek out her form. The chant produces an orb of chaotic energy (dark ball) that rushes towards her, aimed vaguely at her center.

Our attacks would pass at the same time with mine hitting her and hers hitting me. The powered shot lodges into the side of my shoulder, different from the first arrow attack. Either way, I do not even much as flinch when the arrow hits me (Juggernaut), instead my right hand comes to the side and a dark crimson blade forms within it. I take it in both hands, wielding it upward and rushing forwards with my advantage in speed, I follow up my energy attack with an attack slashing diagonally down across her upper body. The slash would occur at swords length so that if the tip did connect, it wouldn’t be a deep slash, just enough to inch a line on her body if she were not to simply compose and step back from it.

I perform the first slash as a feint to get her to move back for the set up to my next move, but I notice her lips moving alerting me to the fact that she was in the middle of casting a spell. Without thinking about it, my right hand comes free of my blade’s hilt and to her throat to interrupt the spell and the flamecasting and effectively hold her off of her feet in a show of power and dominance, but when my hand comes to her throat and squeezes for it, I feel a burning sensation from the pendant at her neck, causing me to recoil said hand and step back defensively. Knowing that she would be in the process of performing another chant if I were off guard, I murmur calling upon the dark lords of the underground to bind this woman. If that came out, then arms would reach up and grab at the priestess from a red hellish portal growing beneath her. They would continue to multiple as they lift and grab up her body until she was bound at every limb with one even rising to cover her mouth.

She is quick to evade the demonic bindings I attempt to restrain her with. I notice the change as she splits into several images of herself. I was starting to get amused with this game and in calling upon my dark minions, three shadow golems rise from glowing crimson circle grids along the ground matching her numbers (Golem, Strong). With a nod, I stand back and allow my minions to swiftly move forth and continue the attack, each one moving to one of the clones with a stiff running haymaker for each. As they attack each of the clones, I murmur another dark incantation beginning to generate dark energy in my palm once more. I enjoyed the ingenuity of my play partner for the time being.

With the attack of my three golems, I am able to decipher the two fakes as the one is taken down to the ground. On realizing that they did not have a real target, the other two demons rush and leap in a doggy pile on top of the priestess. At this time, she would be in the process of shoving the blessed item into the first demon, causing damage to him and also causing him to break apart over her. Either way, I had my answer to where the attack which I was building would go after the first demon struck the priestess to discover the real one. I speak, “found you” and in that moment hurl the gathered energy ripping across the ground towards the target area where the priestess was, not caring if my golems were destroyed in the process (dark wave crasher).

My golems were destroyed and it seemed as if she was able to buffer the damage right before getting hit by the attack. Since she was a woman, I expected her to stand down and give up, but somehow, she was still moving. Still, she seemed to be nearing her limits. It would be safe to assume, she wouldn’t have the conditioning and stamina of a demon or myself. I approach casually, walking up to her with my arms folded. As her hand reaches out for her bow, my foot comes to step on her wrist. Yes, this woman was fascinating to me, so much to the point where I decided that I wanted to taint her. “Dark hands of the demonic downpull…” I command. The previous red circle grid from the underworld appears beneath her yet again with its arms reaching out for her arms and legs. I step back from her and if they are able to successfully hold her in place, they would begin to lift her from the ground in a horizontal manner.

My eyes met with hers; I liked the look in her eye. The demon hands binding her knew my intentions. They grab and rip at choice areas in the fabric wrapping her frame; mainly her right breast upper left thigh and crotch. Her clothing had been tattered even before our battle, but with taking that hit and being bound and grabbed at, they would be vulnerable to compromise. I walk, circling around in front of her. The limps pull her legs to be open and a dark palm reaches for her mouth as well. Looking over her, I would have a chance for my villains monologue as I begin, “I will assume you are a priestess. You battled well, and for that, I will allow you to live, but I will mark your body with my essence. Consider yourself fortunate for such an honor. With the shame I caste upon you, seek to grow stronger and kill me, or devote yourself to me as my servant. The decision is yours.” I step into the area between her legs as the demon arms pull them further apart.

Even with the fatigue of battle, she continues to fight against me. I could tell what her choice was by her actions, but I wondered how long she would be able to keep that conscious choice. I wondered if she would be broken by this, or if it would strengthen her resolve. She’s impressed me thus far. She would probably make a good pet, but that pendant around her neck was an annoyance that I knew I had to avoid. Something like that would give her the glimmer of hope; that was something that wasn’t needed. Either way, my lower garments were also something that was not needed. The lower garments are shifted downwards enough for my length to be exposed. I would not be gentle with her, nor care about her previous experience. My hand comes to her core, feeling it as the other holds my staff. Bringing it to the mouth of her core, I thrust it inside of her, not caring what is ripped or torn in the process.

Biting the cursed hand holding her down would not be the greatest idea in the world. They felt no pain and were poisonous for human consumption. With my first thrust into her, I feel the pleasure of her form fill my veins; it was a feeling that I had not felt for several hundred years. Please and approving of her womb, I place a hand on either side of her bucking waist gripping her over harshly to steady her and better aim my thrusts into her. I do not pause or go slow as I start to have my fill of her body. “Yes…” I coax as I push into her hard with slapping strokes, “your defiance makes you that much more desirable. Who would have thought a mere human could please me? Yes… fight, priestess… fight me even in your own defilement!”

She put up a good fight, but it seemed that she was tiring out. It did not matter by this point. I felt her womb begin to lubricate itself mixed in with blood and flesh creating a more pleasurable experience for myself. She was incredibly tight to begin with, but as I continued, it was forced to become much more accommodating. I continue on for what would seem like an eternity not worried with concepts such as time. Her purity mixed with my impurity in what could have been hours. After this span of time, I build upon what would be the final moments of my climax. Imprinting her skin with my fingers, I would hold onto her and pull and push myself into her frame with a rapid intensity. Grunts would precede each thrust until the final thrust is given and my body seizes within her pushed in fully. My essence would fill her insides as I relieve myself, having my release. A gruff groan would emit with the action. Her body had pleased me.

After depositing my seed within her, I pull back, traces of my essence dripping from her intimate crevice and further trailing in liquid wisps from my length to the forest floor beneath. I look over her body one last time with an uncharacteristic grin before my normal stern visage returns. I was done here; she was free to do whatever as she no longer concerned me for now. “Farewell, Priestess,” I comment, “the linking is complete. We shall meet again.” My body disperses, breaking into a thousand locusts, a crescendo of the sound of buzzing wings filling the evening air, fading away into the night as they elevate in height and move on. The dark hands binding and holding Kazakura up would slowly lower back into the ground until her back came to the earth beneath her. The hands would fade away and retreat back into their hellish domain and all presence of demonic evil would be gone from that place, leaving her alone with the barely conscious child who was previously attacked resting several meters away.