By Darkness Claimed

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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...

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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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(I'm new to this so be patient)

The demonesses discussed and argued over who would be the first to infiltrate the place where the mortal lived. In the end it was Adina that won out. possibly because she was one of the oldest and the most beautiful in human form.

Darkness had fallen on the land and Adina's eyes shone with wickedness as she appeared in a cluster of trees. The cool night air felt good against her nearly naked body after having spent so many years trapped in the Underworld. Her body had already begun to think of the pleasures of seducing the young farmboy and she ached to feel his touch, even though he was human.

The cool breeze across her exposed nipple made it harden, and she realized that she had to come up with a disguise before she could enter the grounds that belonged to the lord. With a blink of her eyes, her attire changed from the next to nothing outfit she had been wearing, to a peasant dress. Reaching down to the ground she picked up handful after handful of dirt and brushed it up and down her new dress. She spread a little on her face for effect and deciding that she looked the poor type of girl that the lord would take in, she set off excitedly toward the castle. The hard part was the tears that she thought she should shed, because Adina had never cried in her life.

Arriving at the castle door, she slowed her pace a little, and approached one of the iron clad guards that stood at the door. She fell to her knees in front of him, hiding her look of amusement, and reached a hand up tentatively. "Water," she rasped. "Please." And collapsed in a ruffled heap at his feet. Pretending to be unconscious, she felt the guard bend down and roughly shake her to see if she was dead. The rough touch of his hand on her shoulder almost made her want to sit up and take him right then and there, so starved for attention as she was, but she was there for the farmboy and continued her act on the ground.

"Go get the Lord," she heard the guard say to the other guard and heard him as he entered the doors of the castle. The guard bent over her and she could feel his eyes undressing the length of her body, so she decided she would play with him. Blinking her eyes, her dress disappeared for a second, and she heard the guard gasp in suprise. Blinking again, her dress reappeared, and he muttered something to himself about loosing his mind. Shaking her again, apparently satisfying himself that she was really unconscious, she felt his hand reach tentatively towards her already hard nipple.

Just then she heard noise within the door of the castle and knew the lord had arrived as the guard snapped to attention. Just in time too, because if the guard had had any more time to take advantage of her, she wouldn't have been able to control herself.

"Take her into the castle," the lord commanded. "She looks like she could be useful for something once she's well." She heard the note of interest in his voice, which told her what he thought she would be useful for.

The hands that picked her up were new. The touch was gentle but in some ways tantalizing. She opened her eye just a hair to see this new stranger and saw that it was the very farmboy who she had been sent here to seduce. Resisting the urge to let a seductive smile sweep over her face, she closed her eyes tightly.

After what seemed forever they arrived at the room she supposed she would be staying in. She heard the farmboy open the door to leave, but then he closed it again, and she sensed that he was still in the room.
 
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Galhain had surprised most people by taking new break through the day, but he had worked as hard and steadily as always, and so no one complained when he left the fields a little earlier. Slinking away a short distance into the wood, he sat down on a fallen log and took out the book, his hands trembling a little, almost like those of and old man addicted to his liquor.

Why did he not feel disgusted, repulsed by the acts depicted in vivid color? As he saw maidens ravaged by monsters with horns and tentacles, young men writhing beneath the heels of leather-clad demonesses, whole walls of people chained together and assaulted by tongues, hands and whips... why did he feel this strange excitement well up and urge him to turn the pages ever faster? Yes, the daughters of hell were of surpassing beauty, but surely that alone could not balance out the horror he should be feeling...

A sudden cold breeze made him looked up. Galhain stared as he noticed night was falling. Why hadn't he noticed the grown dark as he was looking through the book? Shuddering, he stood up and hid the book in his breeches again, before hurrying out of the wood. Afraid to come back past curfew into the peasant settlement, he decided to take the shortcut that passed by the castle gates.

Suddenly someone called behind him and he turned, full of guilty feelings that were only slightly eased as he realized he was being called on to help someone. As he approached, he froze, eyes wide as he stared at the young woman.

She looked like a normal peasant woman, stunning yes, but there were quite a few beauties even among his closest friends...but somehow, there was something else about her, something strangely sinister and yet appealing. Also, she looked strangely familiar.

His eyes grew wider still as the lord himself came out, swallowing as he fell silent, then hastily nodded in obediance and made his quick way into the empty room designated, setting the woman down into the bed there. He walked back to the door, looked out into the corridor..and saw no one there. No one was caring about him or the girl for now it seemed. Slowly, as if pulled against his will, he turned and walked quietly back to the girl, looking at her uncosncious form. Something tugged at his hard, and at the rest of his body, strange thoughts he couldn't name within his mind as he let his gaze sweep over her form, resting on her seductive face and trying to place it...
 
She could feel him hovering over her and decided that she might as well get things started. Fluttering her eyes open, she pretended to be dazed as she stared up into his face. Oh but he was so much more handsome close up, she wanted to attack him then and there; however she knew she couldn't so she contented herself with breathing in his scent, the smell of his skin and of his blood. He continued to stare down at her and she asked him, "Where am I? Who are you?" She tried to let a seductive look creep into her eyes as she waited for him to stop staring and answer.
 
He almost jumped back as her eyes opened, his breath catching in his throat. Hoping that the dim light would hide the blush suffusing his face, he averted his gaze with a very hard effort before he murmurs.

"You...you are in the castle of Lord Elin. You..fainted, at the gates... my name is Galhain, I brought you here."
 
She listened to him stuttering and saw his blush. "Why thank you Galhain, for your kindness this night." she said. She let her eyes travel up and down the length of his body before looking into his young eyes again. "What a handsome young lad," she purred softly, reaching a hand up to caress his sun-kissed face. He was so young, so green, she wanted to have some fun with him now, but she would wait until he trusted her. How her body ached to have something this delicious standing so close, but still untouchable.

"I ask but one favor of you, young Galhain," she whispered up into his ear. "Please do not tell Lord Elin that I am awake just yet, for I fear he will try to take advantage of me. Will you do that for me?"
 
Galhain tensed at the touch to his face, and her hand would feel the heat of his skin rise at her compliment. He stared into her eyes, fixing on them, banning all thought of even glancing at any other part of herb ody...and yet, to his deep alarm, felt a soft stirring beginning within his breeches.

At her request to deceive lord Elin, he blenched, but he knew she was right, and the thought of this beautiful girl falling to Elin's conquest was not something he would accept...why, he could not tell.

"Of...of course" he murmured softly. "I won'T say anything...do...do you need anything? Some water perhaps?"
 
"Thank you," she caressed his face over and over again. "The only thing I am need of tonight is someone to hold me as I sleep, and I don't think you are able to do that."

He was a fool if he thought she didn't notice how she was affecting him. Adina had been at one time a fertility demoness, able to bring her victims or lovers back to readiness with one touch of her hand. Before she had lost the ability, she had made a human lover hard over and over again until he pounded himself raw against her unwielding flesh. Even though he said he didn't want any more, she reminded him that his body was in control of him, and she was in control of his body.

She soon hoped to be in control of this young farmboy's body. It couldn't be that difficult to win his trust. Her injured peasant woman act was already working wonderfully. "My name is Adina," she informed him. "And I am happy to be here with you. So very beautiful," she let her hand explore his whole face, touching his eyelashes, eyes, nose, wonderfully formed mouth. Ah, she nearly licked her lips in pleasure, but reminding herself that soon he would be hers kept her on her best behavior.

"Tell me, about you," she begged. Ordinarily, she had no time to hear about the lives of mortals, but tonight it was exactly what she needed, to take her mind off her lustful desires. "Tell me about your life."
 
Galhain's breath caught at her words, and it took an effort of will not to say how very much he would like to hold her and to feel her warmth against his body as she slept.

Tensing further, he started to lean a little into her touch as if afraid she might with draw it, already intoxicated and addited by her presence.

He blinked at the question, pausing for a while before he answered quietly "I...do not have to tell you. There is nothing interesting about me... my parents died shortly after my birth, I was raised with other orphans by the teachers and priests of the village and...ever since I was old enough I have worked on the fields like the other peasants..."
 
As he leaned further into her, she pulled him ever so gently down onto the bed beside her. Then she propped herself up so she could have a better look close up.

Such a sad story, yet another reason why the weakness of humans disgusted her. Had he been found right after his parents had died, this one might have been turned into a force of darkness, as so many of the babies abandoned during the black death had been.

She found herself stroking his back absentmindedly as his past seemed to make him sad. He had not answered her unasked question of whether or not he would like to stay the night, but now that they were 3/4 of the way there, she felt he would.

She reached for the fastening in her peasant garb and slowly started to undo it, both teasing and seducing him. She watched as his eyes followed her every movement and she encouraged him to help her, pretending to be in pain.
 
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Galhain hardly heard the words he said as he let her hand wander over his tense body, eliciting soft shudders here and there. He flushed as she started to slowly undress and tried to look away or even wait outside, but her easy demeanour held him back, and her desire for her had grown so strong... he could not tell what it was exactly, but there was so much about her that attracted him, and somehow her kindness was the least of it.

He didn't realize what he was doing until his fingers were on her shirt. He started slightly, but saw her smile and the lack of resistance in her eyes. Trembling softly, his fingers carefully undid the buttons one by one...
 
She smiled wider and wider now. She knew she had him, right where she wanted him. He was falling into her trap even more perfectly than she had planned and yet she didn't want the fun to end there.

As he reached the last of her buttons she stood and shook the dress off. Standing there in all her naked glory, she let him take in the view slowly. He was half laying half sitting at the edge of the bed, so she took the opportunity and jumped him, pushing him back into the worn covers. She buried her face in the sweet smelling skin of his neck and allowed herself a small wound.

So pure, his blood. Had she been out of this world so long, or was he a virgin? She could not tell, but nonetheless his blood was good, oh so satisfying. She straddled him and pulled his shirt off which was harder than it looked because he was struggling to get it off as well. With a shrieking laugh, she allowed the nail of her finger to become a razor sharp talon for a minute and slashed the fabric from top to bottom. The farmboy looked a little frightened at that, unsure if he had seen right.

And she cursed herself for wanting him so bad that she had allowed herself magic that should not have been used. This was not the time to scare him out of her bed, not when she was so close to having him, so close to becoming one with him. She must be more careful.

Hardly a word was spoken as she caressed every inch of his top-half, only once asking him to take off his breeches. She was ravenous at the thought of what lay beneath, her wet sex already grinding against his leg.
 
Galhain gasped as suddenly she was bare before him, his gaze trailing over her firm curves, over her strangely unblemished skin. silently but intently his arousal welled up, taking over his mind, veiling his conscience....

And before he knew what had happened he was lying on his back with her beautiful body ontop of his. He felt pain in his neck but cared not, the sensation further fueling his passion as he caressed her skin, unbelieving.

He knew he could not trust his mind at the moment, and so he found it hard to tell why his chest was suddenly bare? Had he taken off his shirt? Or had she done...something?

But even to think such thoughts were growing hard as his manhood began to strain against his breeches. He so longed to take them off...and so he never even thought about refusing her request, struggling with the rest of his clothes till he lay naked beneath her, his shaft large and hard, his gaze fixed onto hers while his hands rested on her full breasts.
 
And that was when it came flooding back, the reason why demonesses liked to seduce humans. So different they were from demons, who were hard all over. Humans even while they were hard, were soft like silk and she cupped his large shaft in her hands. So soft, it was hard to resist the evil urges that struggled through her. But she wanted this first time to be to his liking, she needed him to come back for more.

His hands were absentmindedly carressing her breasts and she let herself enjoy this small pleasure for a moment, throwing her head back, letting an animal moan escape her. But so careful, "must not let anyone hear" she thought, lest she lose this moment in which he trusted her.

She easily forced him off the bed, rolling onto her back. A simple position, but the best for her to see him, watch him, and let her hands caress his body. His eyes looked glazed, he was completely under her power, but still she waited for him to make the move of his own free will.
 
Galhain staggered back a little as she pushed him back up onto his feet. For a moment he thought that she was rejecting his advances, but then he saw the way she lay on her back, caressing herself and smiling so invitingly.

A low animal groan escaped his throat, eyes flashing with a deep passion that was devoid of all rationality.

Another moment passed, and then he threw himself atop of her, shuddering as he felt her soft warmth beneath him...guided by instincts as old as his race as his hands firmly gripped her hips. He stared at her lush, heaving breasts, then slowly looked up into her eyes...and with a single motion he pushed forward, thrusting his shaft deep into her waiting sex.
 
As he thrust himself deep inside of her, she gasped a little. It had been ages since she had had sex with a human, and the sensation after so long was driving her mad. Opening herself further to him, she brought her hips off the bed seeking to meet his body. She could almost feel the velvet of his shaft as it entered her deeper and deeper.

She pulled the top half of his body closer and closer to her, breathing in his scent and the ever-growing smell of perspiration. She ground her hips against his as he pounded against her. Oh, how good he felt, so deep inside of her. In her human form it was so much easier to feel the pleasure, so much easier to let herself fill up with warmth.

She scratched her human nails down his back. They wouldn't do much damage in this state, but she wanted to mark him as hers. She was the conquestor and she wanted that to be known among others of her kind, or even his.

Trying unsucessfully to keep her demon side under control, her lust for blood began to rise in her along with the pleasure. "Wound me," she urged him with her mind, hoping that he would acquiesce.
 
He clenched his teeth as the nails scored down his back, only fueling the fires of his passion, his hard shaft hammering into her while perspiration glistened on his skin. There was something wild and animal in his eyes, raging need from which all reason fled and cowered.

And so it took little mental manipulation to guide him, his head lowering as he sank his teeth into the flesh of her shoulder, his fingers gripping her hips possesively as he took her.
 
He had marked her now, their bond could never be broken. His blood was flowing through her veins, hers through his. She almost laughed with glee to think how easily he had become hers.

In her human body, she felt the warm wave of orgasmn flow over her from the top of her head and tips of her toes inward toward her throbbing hole. Her body twitched as she climaxed and she felt a spill of power pouring from her, power that caused a light play on the walls and shadows to dance. Cursing herself for not being able to control her power, she tried to reign it in, but it had been so long since she had felt this good and she let go of herself.

She sensed that Galhain was close to orgasmn as well, as he continued to pound himself against her, thrusting in and out, harder and deeper, her climax continuing in burst after burst of mini-orgasmns.
 
Again and again he thrust into her, felt her soft flesh give way under his throbbing hardness, saw the lust in her eyes, felt her body quivering beneath her. He felt as if his mind shattered a little further with every time he pounded into her, and accelerated his pace, as if eager to fully lose his thoughts to this entrancing creature.

The fires of lust welled up within him, burning brighter than he had ever thought possible...until he cried out at the top of his voice, his eyes glazing over as he rammed himself in to the hilt, shuddering as his hot seed filled her...
 
She shivered with delight as his hot seed filled her body, could feel the life of it flowing in her. She writhed with this new pleasure and lifted her body off the bed as she once more orgasmned in a powerful wave.

And then they both lay absolutely silent, their rapid breathing and pounding hearts the only sound. How long they lied there, she did not know, but his weight above her was restricting her breathing.

"Galhain," she breathed into his ear. "You must go, or the lord may catch us."
She pushed him upwards a little, looking into his eyes which were still lust-filled and glazed. How easily he had given in to the call, evil but one step away. "Galhain," she whispered yet again, needing him to come back from the dark place she was sure he had gone. Now was not the time for this, there were so many things that needed to be done, and they could not happen if he was locked in some dungeon by the lord.

Finally his eyes began to clear and he seemed to come back to himself. "You must go," she repeated, this time with urgency for she sensed that someone was approaching. "Quickly," she urged him, pushing him off her and handing him his heap of clothing.
 
Galhain groaned softly, very slowly emerging from the mindless daze that had overpowered his brain. At firsth e did not quite understand what was happening and felt only reluctace to leave the bed as he was urged to... then slowly her words got through to him, and as he regained rationality fear sped him into motion. He murmured something unintelligible as he struggled into his clothing and went for the door.

He turned to stare at her, his lips opening...and then turned, running out of the castle.
 
Adina redressed slowly still relishing the touch of his skin and the release of both herself and her powers. Her human body felt so good right now, and yet her lust was not completely satiated. But the fun time was over for tonight. She walked across the room to where a mirror stood against the wall. Waving her hand across it and speaking the enchantment, the underworld soon appeared as clearly as if she was standing in it.

"Successful mission, I take it, judging by the way your skin is glowing yet." The dark lord's voice echoed in the cavernous underworld, sending shivers down her spine.

"It was, my lord," she said, bowing her head slightly. "The target was easily seduced."

"Good," he growled. "And he bled you?"

"He did," she replied, showing him the mark Galhain had left on her flesh. "And I marked him as well."

"Good girl," he praised her, as if she were a dog. "Then you only need to bring him to your bed five more times in order for him to be ready for the ritual." She shivered at the thought of the ritual, all his beautiful flesh marred. "Let us know when your finished," said the dark lord as he vanished. He was Straxus, born of flame and blood thousands of years ago,the right hand of Satanas himself. It was he who had chosen Adina to go on this particular assignment, as she had been his so-called "assasin" of choice since she had fallen. This was not the first mortal she had been sent to seduce, but yet she felt he was somewhat different.

Again she thought of the ritual, and became angered at the thought of it. So much care to seduce, they had shared blood, and then for him to be cruelly slaughtered so that hell could once again break free on earth? It hardly seemed fair. The ritual had an official name, a name as old as hell itself, but it had been forgotten with the ages and now was simply called the Ritual of 666. After having slept with a demon or demoness six times, the victim was surrounded by six upper-level demons, each of whom held a demonic sword. One by one, each of the six swords was driven through the victim's body, not allowing him to die, but causing undescribable agony. The victim then became the portal for the underworld to come to the surface, and that was where he would die.

She felt sick at that last thought, although she knew she shouldn't. Her morality had been shattered the moment she had fallen and joined the demonic ranks, but she felt that it was changing somehow. Was there something about this mortal, that had caused her to change? She could remember nothing but the touch of his skin, the sound of his voice, and the look in his eyes before he had given in to the lust.

She tried to sleep, but tossed and turned, unable to get thoughts of Galhain out of her mind. Finally the dawn came, and in the stillness of the early morning she found peace, slumbering until she would be awoken.
 
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