LiteratureA
Virgin
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Tuesday evening, and a small Ford pulls off the road and onto a dirt track that leads through a field. The two headlights of the Ford blaze across the field and into the thick woodland that lingers on the edge of the field, but the headlights seem to be unable to penetrate the looming darkness of the trees. With the occupant of the car now manoeuvring the car eastwards and further along the off-road track, the sound of the car in it's rumbling voyage towards the cabin disturbing the eerie night-time quiet of the area.
The occupant of the car, named Abigail, refuses to look to her left, and the woodland, simply because she doesn't want to frighten herself; even as far as night-time woodlands go, there's something even more unnerving about the trees here, almost on an unnatural level. As Abigail drives on, careful to avoid any holes in the track, the cabin that she's seeking hasn't yet swam into view, and she's now driven quite far onto the track.
A few hundred metres away, something within the woodland stirs. Unfurling from it's twisted position within it's domain, the Being extends itself to it's full height. A raise of the head allow it's nostrils to test the air - the source of the noise is human. The Being knew that already, but until now, it didn't know that this human within the crude contraption was of the bloodline - the very bloodline that it has warred with for millennia.
"How curious." The Being declares to itself. "One I have not encountered yet. Most curious. Could it be the heathens have sent a fledgling into my midst to 'prove themselves'?" A twisted grin adorns the Being's face, revealing the sharp fangs that're arrayed inside the Being's mouth. "How delightful. This shall be most entertaining." Stretching it's elongated limbs out both in anticipation and in allowance of increasing it's wretched bloodflow to it's limbs, the Being takes it's first strides forward; it already knows where the human is heading - east, and the cabin. After all, where else would they be going?
Abigail's not used to this kind of wilderness. She's not a country girl at all, and this is the thought that strikes her as she steps out of the car, hurriedly closing the car door shut, the sound travelling across the field and reverberating through the trees. Having gotten as close to the cabin as she could, she couldn't drive any further - there's too much shrubbery now, shrubbery that's probably concealing hazards to her car. Walking fast, Abigail reaches the wooden steps of the cabin's veranda, climbing up, each step sending a thud through the wood.
The thick walls of the cabin beckons, with Abigail reaches the cabin door, choosing the first key that she finds upon the ring of keys that her uncle, the owner of the cabin, gave her. "Fucking open." Abigail says to the door as it refuses to budge - evidently, it's the wrong key. Trying another two keys (with some difficulty), Abigail finally manages to open the door with the oldest looking and most battered key upon the ring.
Now, from a shorter distance than before, the Being, from it's vantage point within the treeline, peers out toward Abigail - and questions arise within it. A human of the bloodline, but a woman - out here! Never has the bloodline ever dared send one of 'their women' out here to combat the Being. But something feels amiss to the Being - perhaps she wasn't sent here to combat it? Indeed, the woman doesn't even have seemed to have taken the usual precautions that it's foes of old and present undertake. Could it be that she doesn't know of the Being's existence, and she wasn't sent here at all?
"Oh, this *is* delightful." The Being says to itself. "Such a grave mistake on their part. The near-sighted old fool has made his last error." With it's eyes lingering upon the buttocks of the woman, the Being can almost see it all now - conversation, seduction, and corruption. And appetising revenge.
Licking it's foul lips, the Being places an otherworldly foot forward, now taking it's first step out of the treeline, and towards it's desired revenge.
*Out of character.*
So, to expand upon some of the backstory, the Being has waged a war against a select bloodline of humans for thousands of years, a bloodline that have sought to prevent it's Machiavellian goals and destroy it. As such, around their structure (the cabin hasn't stood there for thousands of years, of course; on the very same spot, the bloodline maintained different structures over time, first a castle, then a kind of 'outpost', among others, taking it's current cabin form in the present) the bloodline constructed magical barriers that keeps the Being out, preventing it from entering the cabin, damaging it, or directly influencing the occupants and objects inside.
As such, the Being would elect to persuade Abigail into lowering these barriers, which can be done via three levers in the basement; only a human can lower these barriers. These levers have never been lowered in history. The method of communication could be via a piece of paper (or something that can act similar to paper, like tree bark) slid back and forth under the door and written upon - the Being has the power to erase all writing upon it, allowing for unlimited communication upon it.
As the two converse, despite her fear, Abigail feels herself intrigued by the Being.
Abigail is eighteen, blonde, quite slim and very pretty; with very pleasing facial features; not only her eyes, which are a cloudy, blueish-dark grey, somewhat resembling a still vortex, but her nose, as well; it's delicately placed, not overly prominent, but inverted when compared to a hooked nose, going upwards in a kind of skateboard ramp like manner, if that can be a way to describe it, while her lips are in the middle of the scale in terms of fullness, concealing a set of white teeth that are aligned well, the two front ones being slightly longer than the two besides those, each two of course getting smaller as they go.
Moreover, she has a gorgeous ass and legs that aren't particularly achieved through efforts in physical activity, they've just grown that way; her buttocks, thighs and lower legs are big, in a balanced way that stops short of them being massive, or overweight; she isn't fat, it just seems that it's all stored in those places, within a proportionate way. One with an erotic interest in women's legs would find even her lower legs appealing in their above average size.
Her breasts are somewhat on the small side, but not too small, resting above her naturally flat, but not overly toned, stomach, again, one that isn't achieved so much through physical exercise as it is just through just naturally being that way. Furthermore, she's formidable in her own way; she has a strong personality, with a maturity somewhat beyond her years, although one of her parents has said that she harbours a naivety; perhaps this is just what this creature could exploit.
The monster's appearance, while it's roughly humanoid in shape, it doesn't appear human or adjust it's form; it appears as it is in it's natural (or unnatural) visage. It's tall, entirely unclothed, while being dark both in skin tone and character; it's skin as dark as ash, with sunken yellow eyes and gaunt facial features. It's build is rather slender, especially around it's midriff and torso area, with elongated, dangling arms that end in long, thin fingers. It possesses a long tongue, and the only hair on it's body are a handful of long, thick and grey strands that protrude from the top of it's head and down to it's lower back.
Framed between the being's legs is a long penis that dangles and flops around as it walks, impacting and bouncing off it's legs. It's ten inches when flaccid, and more than sixteen inches when erect. Behind the penis are four testicles, each more than twice the size of a man's, and filled with an ooze-like, black sperm. It can speak English verbally, although it's first language is that of it's origin. It's voice is deep, but a different kind of deep, perhaps an indescribable deep. It's not a sound that someone would be able to place as similar to something.
The occupant of the car, named Abigail, refuses to look to her left, and the woodland, simply because she doesn't want to frighten herself; even as far as night-time woodlands go, there's something even more unnerving about the trees here, almost on an unnatural level. As Abigail drives on, careful to avoid any holes in the track, the cabin that she's seeking hasn't yet swam into view, and she's now driven quite far onto the track.
A few hundred metres away, something within the woodland stirs. Unfurling from it's twisted position within it's domain, the Being extends itself to it's full height. A raise of the head allow it's nostrils to test the air - the source of the noise is human. The Being knew that already, but until now, it didn't know that this human within the crude contraption was of the bloodline - the very bloodline that it has warred with for millennia.
"How curious." The Being declares to itself. "One I have not encountered yet. Most curious. Could it be the heathens have sent a fledgling into my midst to 'prove themselves'?" A twisted grin adorns the Being's face, revealing the sharp fangs that're arrayed inside the Being's mouth. "How delightful. This shall be most entertaining." Stretching it's elongated limbs out both in anticipation and in allowance of increasing it's wretched bloodflow to it's limbs, the Being takes it's first strides forward; it already knows where the human is heading - east, and the cabin. After all, where else would they be going?
Abigail's not used to this kind of wilderness. She's not a country girl at all, and this is the thought that strikes her as she steps out of the car, hurriedly closing the car door shut, the sound travelling across the field and reverberating through the trees. Having gotten as close to the cabin as she could, she couldn't drive any further - there's too much shrubbery now, shrubbery that's probably concealing hazards to her car. Walking fast, Abigail reaches the wooden steps of the cabin's veranda, climbing up, each step sending a thud through the wood.
The thick walls of the cabin beckons, with Abigail reaches the cabin door, choosing the first key that she finds upon the ring of keys that her uncle, the owner of the cabin, gave her. "Fucking open." Abigail says to the door as it refuses to budge - evidently, it's the wrong key. Trying another two keys (with some difficulty), Abigail finally manages to open the door with the oldest looking and most battered key upon the ring.
Now, from a shorter distance than before, the Being, from it's vantage point within the treeline, peers out toward Abigail - and questions arise within it. A human of the bloodline, but a woman - out here! Never has the bloodline ever dared send one of 'their women' out here to combat the Being. But something feels amiss to the Being - perhaps she wasn't sent here to combat it? Indeed, the woman doesn't even have seemed to have taken the usual precautions that it's foes of old and present undertake. Could it be that she doesn't know of the Being's existence, and she wasn't sent here at all?
"Oh, this *is* delightful." The Being says to itself. "Such a grave mistake on their part. The near-sighted old fool has made his last error." With it's eyes lingering upon the buttocks of the woman, the Being can almost see it all now - conversation, seduction, and corruption. And appetising revenge.
Licking it's foul lips, the Being places an otherworldly foot forward, now taking it's first step out of the treeline, and towards it's desired revenge.
*Out of character.*
So, to expand upon some of the backstory, the Being has waged a war against a select bloodline of humans for thousands of years, a bloodline that have sought to prevent it's Machiavellian goals and destroy it. As such, around their structure (the cabin hasn't stood there for thousands of years, of course; on the very same spot, the bloodline maintained different structures over time, first a castle, then a kind of 'outpost', among others, taking it's current cabin form in the present) the bloodline constructed magical barriers that keeps the Being out, preventing it from entering the cabin, damaging it, or directly influencing the occupants and objects inside.
As such, the Being would elect to persuade Abigail into lowering these barriers, which can be done via three levers in the basement; only a human can lower these barriers. These levers have never been lowered in history. The method of communication could be via a piece of paper (or something that can act similar to paper, like tree bark) slid back and forth under the door and written upon - the Being has the power to erase all writing upon it, allowing for unlimited communication upon it.
As the two converse, despite her fear, Abigail feels herself intrigued by the Being.
Abigail is eighteen, blonde, quite slim and very pretty; with very pleasing facial features; not only her eyes, which are a cloudy, blueish-dark grey, somewhat resembling a still vortex, but her nose, as well; it's delicately placed, not overly prominent, but inverted when compared to a hooked nose, going upwards in a kind of skateboard ramp like manner, if that can be a way to describe it, while her lips are in the middle of the scale in terms of fullness, concealing a set of white teeth that are aligned well, the two front ones being slightly longer than the two besides those, each two of course getting smaller as they go.
Moreover, she has a gorgeous ass and legs that aren't particularly achieved through efforts in physical activity, they've just grown that way; her buttocks, thighs and lower legs are big, in a balanced way that stops short of them being massive, or overweight; she isn't fat, it just seems that it's all stored in those places, within a proportionate way. One with an erotic interest in women's legs would find even her lower legs appealing in their above average size.
Her breasts are somewhat on the small side, but not too small, resting above her naturally flat, but not overly toned, stomach, again, one that isn't achieved so much through physical exercise as it is just through just naturally being that way. Furthermore, she's formidable in her own way; she has a strong personality, with a maturity somewhat beyond her years, although one of her parents has said that she harbours a naivety; perhaps this is just what this creature could exploit.
The monster's appearance, while it's roughly humanoid in shape, it doesn't appear human or adjust it's form; it appears as it is in it's natural (or unnatural) visage. It's tall, entirely unclothed, while being dark both in skin tone and character; it's skin as dark as ash, with sunken yellow eyes and gaunt facial features. It's build is rather slender, especially around it's midriff and torso area, with elongated, dangling arms that end in long, thin fingers. It possesses a long tongue, and the only hair on it's body are a handful of long, thick and grey strands that protrude from the top of it's head and down to it's lower back.
Framed between the being's legs is a long penis that dangles and flops around as it walks, impacting and bouncing off it's legs. It's ten inches when flaccid, and more than sixteen inches when erect. Behind the penis are four testicles, each more than twice the size of a man's, and filled with an ooze-like, black sperm. It can speak English verbally, although it's first language is that of it's origin. It's voice is deep, but a different kind of deep, perhaps an indescribable deep. It's not a sound that someone would be able to place as similar to something.
