The book looked old, and yet it did not. The black cover almost radiated age, the leather feeling worn to the touch. But the pages were undamaged and still white, the strange writing upon them completely visible... as were the colored pictures.
Oh, and what pictures. Demonesses of the lowest hells, now naked with horns rising from their heads, now in human form wearing tight, expensive corsets... andi t was hard to say which type were more attractive, or more fearsome. But those filled merely the first few pages.
There was more further on... acts of wild debauchery, of hellish creatures coupling with each other and mortals in lewd abandon. And then of course there were the torments... vicious restraints, inventive tortures, and acts of downright delicious degradation and humiliation.
Galhain knew he should not have taken the book, found under an old stone in an abandoned grove. Or he should immediately have given it to some priest.
But no sooner had he looked at a few of the pictures he had been entranced, strange desires stirring within him. He blushed to even think of it, not to mention the fact that it must be sin to even -know- about such acts... and yet, he found himself hiding the book in his breeches, even when going out in the fields to help with the harvest.
Strangely enough, he found his eyes straying far more ofent now to the fair headed peasant girls about him...
***
Eslewhere, several pairs of female eyes were watching a globe of crystal, watching the young farmboy lost in thought. Dark, terribly seductive voice held secret converse together...
"Such a strange fate. Lying so long in the old druids' grove...who would have thought that it would remain hidden so long?"
"And now it is found... and by so perfect a specimen."
"Perfect? It matters not who found it... a mortal need but look upon it to grant us entrance into the world once more... then we need to seduce that mortal and slowly make him ours... so that we can rule once more"
"Yes sister we all know this... but you must admit, he will be so much fun to break."
"Mmm." There was soft agreement in that voice.
"How shall we go about it? We must not be too fast... he cannot resist our force but in the end he must give surrender of his own will..."
"Oh, I think a little force will only make him realize how much he wants it. But you are right, we must go slow about it, to prepare him for the torment of the ritual... hmm. He is an orphan, under the tutelage of the supervisors of these lands. And the castle of the lord they serve is large, with many noble folk present. It should be easy, to infiltrate this place, take on a suitable role... and I hear it is not unusual for the more fair-looking peasants to be taken on as pages. Then we can draw him into our net..."
((If someone wishes to play a demoness, I'm looking forward to your cruelty
))
Oh, and what pictures. Demonesses of the lowest hells, now naked with horns rising from their heads, now in human form wearing tight, expensive corsets... andi t was hard to say which type were more attractive, or more fearsome. But those filled merely the first few pages.
There was more further on... acts of wild debauchery, of hellish creatures coupling with each other and mortals in lewd abandon. And then of course there were the torments... vicious restraints, inventive tortures, and acts of downright delicious degradation and humiliation.
Galhain knew he should not have taken the book, found under an old stone in an abandoned grove. Or he should immediately have given it to some priest.
But no sooner had he looked at a few of the pictures he had been entranced, strange desires stirring within him. He blushed to even think of it, not to mention the fact that it must be sin to even -know- about such acts... and yet, he found himself hiding the book in his breeches, even when going out in the fields to help with the harvest.
Strangely enough, he found his eyes straying far more ofent now to the fair headed peasant girls about him...
***
Eslewhere, several pairs of female eyes were watching a globe of crystal, watching the young farmboy lost in thought. Dark, terribly seductive voice held secret converse together...
"Such a strange fate. Lying so long in the old druids' grove...who would have thought that it would remain hidden so long?"
"And now it is found... and by so perfect a specimen."
"Perfect? It matters not who found it... a mortal need but look upon it to grant us entrance into the world once more... then we need to seduce that mortal and slowly make him ours... so that we can rule once more"
"Yes sister we all know this... but you must admit, he will be so much fun to break."
"Mmm." There was soft agreement in that voice.
"How shall we go about it? We must not be too fast... he cannot resist our force but in the end he must give surrender of his own will..."
"Oh, I think a little force will only make him realize how much he wants it. But you are right, we must go slow about it, to prepare him for the torment of the ritual... hmm. He is an orphan, under the tutelage of the supervisors of these lands. And the castle of the lord they serve is large, with many noble folk present. It should be easy, to infiltrate this place, take on a suitable role... and I hear it is not unusual for the more fair-looking peasants to be taken on as pages. Then we can draw him into our net..."
((If someone wishes to play a demoness, I'm looking forward to your cruelty
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