Kerkraltax - A sexual being

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Kerkraltax stirred, it had been a long time since it had physical form. It recalled why it had been forced to rest, yes it had been a rare mistake. It had tried to sexually corupt the wrong person, and the backfire had been this.

It had learned it's lesson, and now it had been awoken from it's slumber, which could only mean one thing. One or more of the descendants of the person who had sent it here was in a serious state of sexual need.

Kerkraltax stretched it's awareness, it was still too weak to pinpoint the location. It was only a matter of time until it could find em, and grow stronger.

 

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Kerkraltax

Yes it definetly sensed a presence, it had been so long since any human had been there. The demon recalled how it had ended up trapped here, the pious one, it fumed at the memory and how it had ended up bound to the master bed. It had been overconfident in seducing that one, and the rejection along with the power of pure faith had cursed it to that room, more specifically to the bed. The rooms in the house were large as had been the style so long ago. Had it really been over a century? The passage of time meant nothing as the time for revenge had finally come. The curse of the house must have been forgotten or people of these days simply did not believe in such things.

The manor was exactly the same as it had been the day Kerkraltax had entered it so very long ago. The furniture had held up well but the place smelled rather musty. The only thing that changed was the bed itself, as the energy of demon had been fused to it, it had changed, the ornate posts now covered in depictions of lewd couplings. The sheets in pristine condition were a sinful red color and softer than silk. The canopy was unremarkable as that was where the demon had finally settled in to rest.

The manor was on a large estate with now overgrown gardens and an ornamental pond. As the demon roused the house changed, the smell changing from musty to a more insinuous scent. It focused it's attentions on it's victims as they entered into the front entry



(in my mind I'm thinking a big southern estate reminiscent of gone with the wind)

 

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Rebecca was almost gloating as she pulled her car up the large driveway of the estate. The fact that it was definitely a fixer-upper didn't bother her. It was a house that should have been sold for $1.2 million, unloaded on her for a little over $650,000. Hell, she could have it bulldozed and sell the land and still clear close to fifty grand.

But she had no intention of bulldozing. She had gotten a mortgage for $800,000, which would give her plenty of money to fix the place up. The inspector, a thirtysomething bubble-headed blonde, had said the foundation was in good shape, as was the frame. The roof needed work, and of course the grounds were, in the sage words of the inspector, "a fucking chunk of the Amazon dropped into Middle America." Not that she had needed a certified inspector to tell her that.

She pulled up to the front door. The 41 year-old CPA got out of her car, brushing back her red hair. She was still wearing a pantsuit, a $400 suit at that.

"Mom, this place gives me the creeps." The 19 year-old daughter, one of two twins, got out of the back of the car. Her head was wired to her iPod, and her hair was dyed black. She was wearing a short black skirt, and a fishnet top.

"Yeah, but it was a good deal Chelsea, and that's all that counts. 'The creeps' have no impact on market value. Remember that. It was your sister who found it, remember."

"Sure...she spends all her time on that boring stuff."

"Yeah, well that 'boring stuff' is why she's working for the bank and you're working stocking books." The girl just scowled--this was an old battle.

Rebecca got up to the front door, turned the key...

 

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Kerkraltax

The scent of flesh was strong and it strained at the constraints of the bed. It would only be a matter of time until it could take a more permanent form. The furniture alone would fetch a pretty penny as it was still in fine shape. The demon extended it's senses to take in it's prey.

Female, one young, one older. The young one radiated a sense of disquiet, she was likely to break the rules. For the moment the other one interested him more, she was vibrant, like a ripe fruit, all soft curves. There was a sense of power, authority, and even better restraint. It hungered for her and cursed it's current state that it couldn't even touch her at least not yet.

It monitored their paths through the house, listening as they spoke, quickly catching up on the current use of language and mannerisms. They finally entered it's room and he watched their reactions. If they opened the closet they would find it filled with a complete assortment of finery. All surprisingly untouched by time, the fine silks and satins as delicate as when they were first made.

Ker pictured the red head in one of the dainty teal items, that she would revel in her sexuality. Ker considered the dark haired rebellious one might need a firmer hand and considered an item that was constrictive, and while the ornate black and red corset was beautiful it was also almost painful to wear.

 

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"What a bizarre collection of shit," Rebecca said as she looked around the bedroom. "This just goes to show that interior design and hard drugs don't mix."

Chelsea giggled. "What's funny," her mother asked.

"Look at these bedposts."

Rebecca turned and looked. "What--oh for Christ's sake. Who lived here before, Marquis de Sade?" She saw the lewd, disgusting bas-relief pictures. "Fucking weirdos."

"Yeah," Chelsea said, "'fucking' seems to be what was going on." The mother cracked a smile, a thin one.

"Well, tomorrow what's going to be going on is a cleanup. I've got some guys hired to come out here, and we'll add this to the list of items to be...terminated, with extreme prejudice."

Chelsea ran her hands along the sheets. "The bedding set looks okay. Definitely should be washed, if people who last slept in this bed were practicing any of what's on the bedposts, but it seems smooth."

 

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Kerkraltax

So she thought she could get rid of the bed so easily, Kerk made the sheets ripple slightly and for a brief moment the figures moved, a split second of rampant fucking until they froze in slightly different positions. If either had been looking they would probably discount it as a trick of the light.

The touch of the younger one, her name was Chelsea, teased at him. Power and form would be it's again. Patience was strained after having waited so long, but vengance would be Ker's again. It considered how to deal with the movers, it could undoubtedly feed off one of them, that would certainly allow it to depart from the bed. It could also seal off the room so that they couldn't find it, or one of a zillion things, each of which would require a certain expenditure of energy. Which at the moment was limited.

If only he could convince either of them that the bed could be valuable. After all it was made of one of those exotic woods, in fact that was why it had been able to contain Kerk's essence for so long. He could of course shift entirely into the sheets, but the thought of being laundered, was not to its liking.

It focused on influencing either of them to opt to keep the bed, get it appraised, anything, as it would be easier to exact it's vengeance if the bed remained.

 

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Sarah looked at the bedposts, then the bed. She blinked for a second. "Damn, it almost seemed like the figures on the bedpost..." She let her voice trail off.

"Probably the light," Chelsea said.

"Yeah, this place is lit in Early American Dungeon," the mother said. "Part of the remodeling for this house is going to be skylights for some of the hallways, and track lighting for each bedroom. Some of the rooms only have one forty-watt bulb. And some are burned out." She took out a notebook, wrote something in it. "I'll have to make sure the movers come in here."

"Well..." Chelsea seemed to be thinking. "I mean, the bed is kinda twisted, but...well, aren't you the one always saying to look at the market value of everything? I think these carvings are mohagany, the bedposts themselves. It's art. Someone out there would pay some money for it. Ebay?" The girl ran her hands up one of the posts, then onto the canopy itself, stretching just a bit. "I'll bring my digital camera next time and take a picture of it, put it on eBay."

Sarah thought. "I think you do have a point there. Maybe you do listen when I talk sometimes." She tussled her daughter's hair playfully for a second. "You do that. And since it was your idea, you get to keep whatever you make. It's only fair."

 

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It quivered in excitement, the younger one had been much more easy to influence and as her hands ran along the bed the figures began growing warm, and almost slick. It would just feel like natural oil to Chelsea, but Kerk felt himself growing stronger. He didn't really have a gender per se, but in response to his target was forming a masculine identity.

Now if he could just convince her to sleep in this room, but for now, avoiding destruction was enough. Freedom was close and he longed for the sweet taste of aroused flesh. He knew she'd have to take lots of pictures of the bed and wondered how long it would take her to realize the figures moved.

But for now he rested, gathering strength, strength he would need to move from his current incorporeal form to something with more substance. Soon he would be able to fully feed on whomever he pleased.

 

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"Thanks, Mom," Chelsea said. "In fact, I think I want this room. It has a nice view of the backlot. It's a jungle now, but I'm sure once the contractor gets done it'll be nice."

"Sure. Just as long as you don't sleep in that bed. It's kind of...creepy." The woman looked again, uneasy at the erotic bedposts. "Get some sheets--I thought I saw some in the closet--and tie them around the bedposts. You don't really need to be seeing that stuff."

Sure Mom, Chelsea thought, not like I'm old enough to know about the birds and the bees. But she nodded.

"I'm going to go check out the backyard." Sarah moved toward the door and left.

 

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Kerkraltax

The sweet scent of repression was coming off in waves from the mother. It was exciting as he let the myriad possibilities fill his senses. He watched Sarah leave and focused his attentions. He could already picture her naked, spread eagle, tied to the bed, begging. The figures moved slowly barely perceptible in a sensual movement of body against body.

He wondered if she would linger or flee, would she search the ornate dresser, or open the huge closet. Or would she merely continue assessing the room's potential for lighting. The lighting was at the moment subject to Kerk's whim, and he altered to be a little less intense.

Watching her was making him even more hungry and he craved substance so he could fully sate his unnatural hungers.

 

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After her mother left, Chelsea studied the carvings for a time. Then she saw the light flicker. The figures appeared to move. A tingle formed at the base of her spine.

That's the second time that happened, Chelsea thought to herself. The first time, I thought it was just my imagination. But those figures moved, and it was no trick of the light. I wonder if this carving is like one of those signs that morphs into something else as the viewer changes angles. Never heard of a woodcarving that did that, though.

She studied the carvings in detail for a moment. Then she thought about the closet and dresser. She didn't figure anything else of value would be left, but this bed had been left, so who knew...

 

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The dresser's contents had been subverted by the demons presence. What once had been a simple comb, brush mirror set, now the brush was rougher, the combs handle phallic, and the mirror was larger and shaped reminiscent of a paddle. The various clothing items were dainty silky things and that suited the period, though all were more sinious now. At least one garment was mostly tiny glass beads that would slither along the skin. The corsets were quite amazing, one was all strips of dark boning material, another white and virginal, and lastly one that was blood red and made of a silk so fine that light would shine through it. Stockings, gather belts, fur lined gloves, belts, and assorted other filled the dresser.

The closet had an assortment of more delightful and perverse clothing, ranging from ornate skirts, dresses, corseted tops, and a rather amazing range of shoes. Of course all of them would fit her precisely, if she were to check.

The top sheet rippled down as if to invite her to test out the bed.

 

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Chelsea looked at the contents of the dresser. Yeah, whoever had lived here before was pretty...well, weird. Beyond odd. The girl emptied the drawers. None of the clothing really appealed to her--she supposed in the unlikely event she was ever invited to a costume party, it might come in handy. But her tastes were strictly modern.

Except for the glass bead top and short skirt. That one was odd enough to stand out from the rest. She pushed the other clothes out of the way. Goodwill, perhaps? And the comb. The handle looked almost like a...she giggled. Yeah, she'd keep that, for the novelty.

Now the closet...that was a little less of the mark for her. Dresses...those would be nice, from time to time. And the shoes were fine. For formal occasions, which in her life were rare. She looked around the room for anything else of interest...then back to the bed.

 

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Kerkraltax

Kerk got a more clear sense of Chelsea's tastes, and enjoyed the view as she moved around to look about. The room was fairly bare otherwise, not even a chair, the bed dominated most of the available space and Kerkraltax had cleared the walls except for a few unobtrusive decorations that concealed places to chain someone to the wall. The ornate lighting fixture also concealed another such fixture. It had been a long time since Kerk had been able to use such things and had incorporated them into the room unconsciously.

There had been limits of course, imposed by the contents of the room, and of course his own perverse delights.

The figures moved subtly, bodies twining around each other, mouths opening in unheard moans of delight.

 

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Now Chelsea knew beyond a doubt the figures were moving. She felt a little mental disconnect, like she was somehow detached from the scene before her. [iThis is a trip[/i] she thought. She considered the idea of calling her mother to see, but dismissed it.

"I'm gonna get some cleaning supplies," Rebecca shouted up to her daughter from the entry-way. "There's a store down the road...I'll be back in about half an hour."

"Okay Mom," Chelsea said.

Chelsea had the strange but powerful conviction if she did call her mother upstairs, the figures would not move for her. It would be like one of those movies where there were supernatural events only one character could see, events perceptible to no one else. She knew what happened...the seer was inevitably branded a loonie. No thanks she thought.

She looked at the multifaceted sex show played out in layers of mahagony. Just what the hell is this, she wondered.

 

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Kerkraltax

Alone at last, it relished the feeling as the older woman departed the house. It could now focus more intently on the delectable morsel in front of it. The figures moved sensously, each figure enjoying one or more of the others. The wood taking on a slight sheen as if the figures were oiled or sweating. A few figures looked outward to the young woman as if to invite her to join them. The sheet on the bed rippled, the light shifted to a softer reddish tone.

Kerk was unable to speak yet, and focused on getting Chelsea to climb on the bed. It hated it's limits as it craved more physical contact. If she would only touch the bedposts, the figures would react, rubbing against her, small mouths kissing and licking.

 

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Chelsea was still "weirded out" by the moving figures. She did touch them. They did seem to move under her fingers. An odd sort of vibration. She was fascinated. Wondering who she could tell without sounding like a lunatic. Knowing there was no one.

She decided to take a look at the headboard. To do that she had to crawl onto the bed itself, onto the silky red sheets. Her short black skirt crawled up her thigh as she climbed onto the bed, looking at the carvings on the headboard itself. Grasping one of the bedposts for support. She noticed the light in the room had got a shade ruddier. Was it nearing dark outside already?

 

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Kerkraltax

She finally moved onto the bed, Kerk watched her firm young ass as she looked at the headboard, which depicted a single scene of one young woman being ravished by a large almost brutish man who seemed larger than life. Upon closer inspection the woman in question appeared much like the young Chelsea, a dark spot of the wood making her hair dark. Kerk was drawing off her, it was a poor substitute for a real feeding, but it would do for now. The headboard moved in more realistic time frame as the brute ravaged the young thing.

 

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Chelsea was fascinated by the display. It was like an X-rated movie. She winced as she saw the size of the brute's hard-on, and how the woman struggled to get away but couldn't. It was a full-blown rape, she realized. She wanted to help the woman in the carving-picture, but didn't know how. "Get away," she said softly, unaware at first that she had spoken out loud. She reached out, touched the moving brute, trying to push him off his hapless victim.

"What is going on," she wondered. She thought, somewhere, she could hear screaming...

 

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The image grew larger, as if by her touch it could zoom in until the two figures completely covered the headboard, both nearly 18" tall. Sound had been added and Kerk watched as the female figure struggle against and with the man, her hips moving even as she tried to push him away. The male figure reacted to Chelsea's touch by turning towards her, impaling the female on his cock. The female figure leaning outward, her firm breasts perfectly formed. Her mouth opened in a scream that was both pleasurable and painful. For a moment it seemed as if escape were possible, but his hands firmly gripped her hips forcing her to ride him.

Kerk knew the scene was building off Chelsea's own thoughts and the demon got all sorts of ideas on how to corrupt her from the imagery that was being played out. The sheets warmed as he fed, and he watched both her and the headboard, noticing that the bedposts had changed to depicting one woman for every two or three men who were using her entire body.

 

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Chelsea was too enraptured with the headboard. This was definitely a "Section 8" experience...she felt a disconnection from reality. Headboards simply didn't...animate. She wondered for a crazy second if there wasn't some sort of LCD display built into the headboard...insane as that idea was, and improbable, at least it would account for this.

But this was no LCD...it was an animated woodcarving. She supposed those two words had never appeared next to each other in the English language before--"animated" and "woodcarving," but there they were.

The scene both horrified and fascinated her. She almost could feel the woman's pain...and the creature! She was amazed at how he--it--he?--simply took what it wanted, so strong and irresistable. Chelsea trembled at the thought that the same thing could happen to her. She wondered if the creature could leave the headboard...yet she did not flee, yet watched the scene unfold.

 

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The brute seemed to leer at Chelsea as if daring her to deny her desires. The woman had given up all pretense of trying to push away, her hips rocking against him without the help of his hands. His large rough hands had slide upward to palm her breasts, teasing the nipples.

Kerk nudged Chelsea into feeling the way the brutes hands felt, slowly pulling her into the image.

The female was screaming moan after moan as she impaled herself willingly on his monstrous cock, that seemed even larger now as the image had grown. In reality it was probably the thickness of Chelsea's thumb, but in comparision to the size of the figures it was enornmous.

Kerk could smell her, which was a good sign as his senses expanded. She was going to be sweet tasting he knew and he savoured the idea of how he would make that first taste last. The door to the room which had been slightly open, slammed shut with a thud. For now she was trapped in the room, and he was unsure if she even noticed as she was wrapped up in the display.

He nudged the image, feeling perverse, as the man yanked the woman off his cock revealing the full slickened length. The woman had a pouty expression on her face as he turned her about to face Chelsea. He shoved her to bend forward and spread her legs. The woman whimpered and he spanked her firm behind so that it jiggled and a red spot appeared.

Her whimpers quickly turned back to moans as the brute rammed into her slippery cunt again, shoving himself in deep as he pulled her back against him. Her perfect breasts bouncing slighlty and nearly touching Chelsea's face as he pounded into her helpless body.

Her expression was a mixture of pleading for help and invitation as she stared out at Chelsea.

 

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All Chelsea could do was watch with morbid fascination at the rape in front of her, played out in a medium she could scarcely comprehend. And there was a part of her that wondered what it would be like. What would it be like, to be the woman in the moving carving, to be taken against her will, overpowered, forced to experience sex. For then there could be no guilt...one could not be responsible for something done to her against her will...

The door slammed. Chelsea was jolted...she wanted to get up and open it. The wind, she thought, drafty old house, the wind must have blown it shut.

In front of her, the savage rape continued...she reached out fingers to touch the woman and the male creature behind her...to see what they would feel like.

 

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The figures responded to the touch, swelling a little more taking up the entire vertical space. The female moaning even louder as Chelsea's fingers caressed the wood, which would feel warm and smooth, not quite flesh like, but definetly not wood. The figures continued their primal fucking, the woman's moans echoing inside Chelsea's head reaching a primal howl before fading away.

The female figure was spent and the brute just kept on fucking her, holding her against him, until he finally growled. He pushed her off of him, letting her drop like a rag doll to the ground, his throbbing cock appearing to ooze a little then shooting a thick strand on top of the woman. She finally moved into background and the carving of her was completely still.

He stood there, leering at Chelsea as if to dare her to touch him. His prick while large in proportion to himself, was sticking out several inches from the headboard. Kerk wondered if she would engage the figure, as he prepared to fully control him in order to better feed on her.


OOC last post of night, I simply must get to bed

 

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Chelsea was speechless as the scene of the creature cumming on the carved woman...she had never seen a man cum before. Sure, she had a pretty good idea what was involved, yes, but seeing it in front of her was something else entirely.

Incredibly, the creature now regarded her with a feral, lustful gaze. It's penis appeared to extend off the headboard itself. How that was possible, she did not know. But there it was...there HE was. Chelsea shrank back. "What...what are you," she asked softly. Unaware for a few seconds that she had actually spoken rather than thought the words.