Naratha

[Kataya Darkwind]

She had torn through the dungeon like a madman -- er, madwoman. Her longsword was drenched in the blood of at least a thousand hideous monsters, creations of the one she was after: Mahakh'Net, the Lord of Demons.

Naratha was tired, covered in blood -- mostly that of her enemies, but some of it was hers. Yet she was so close to her goal. . . she couldn't give up now. Weighted down slightly by her plated armor, her kite shield, and her longsword, she continued on, her heavy leather boots clicking on the rough stones of the hallway.

She was dressed in a "classic fantasy woman"'s garb. A low chestplate that fit around her large breasts perfectly, a bracer around each forearm, and a chainmail loincloth that fell down to her mid-thigh. She looked athletic enough, but was still curvy -- she had amazing, well-toned legs and arms, very large breasts, and a trim waist. Auburn hair was tied back in a high ponytail, and deep green eyes looked into the dim hall that lay ahead of her.

To be honest, she had no idea where she was supposed to go at this point. Naratha had killed everything that she had come by, which probably hadn't been smart. She could've kept one of the more intelligent ones alive for a minute to get directions out of it. Not that it would've given her the right directions, but it might've helped a little.

Naratha had heard of all of the legends surrounding Mahakh'Net. Horrible stories of a great black monster endowed with not one, but TWO gigantic manhoods, one on top of the other, who raped his prisoners, whether they were man, woman, child, or animal. The Lord of Demons supposedly had sadistic tastes when it came to sex, and would bind his victims in ropes and torture them, ravaging their bodies, until they died from being torn in half or from exhaustion, or would keep a select few as his personal slaves.

She kept walking, though. . . the King was offering piles of gold and treasure to whoever defeated the great Mahakh'Net. . .

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OOC: I need someone to play Mahakh'Net, the Demon Lord. Make sure that, if you do want to play him, you're good at BSDM and the like. Be as rough and sadistic and cruel as humanly possible. Remember, a Demon Lord has no limits.

 

[nightray]

OOC ok I’m willing to give this a try if you’re willing to let me. Smiles.

IC: I watch as the girl rampages threw my dungeons killing my creations as she go’s. I smile a cruel evil smiles my needle sharp teeth. The flickering torch light glinting dully off of them black stains and darker fowl icor dripping from them as I swallow the hunk of raw flesh.

I toss the human arm bone aside the sound of its dull thud echoing in the small room. I look with disgust at the human corps she hadn’t lasted long and had by no means satisfied my lust. My eyes seem to go out of focus agene as I look threw the eyes of my small spy that had been fallowing her form the beginning. I feel my barbed phalluses growing hared as I get a closer look of her lushes form.

“She will do nicely.” I say in a low growl. My eyes come back to the dark room. I walk with a flawed gate to the door flinging them open. I walk threw the halls my minions avoiding me as they see the lust in my eyes knowing from that look no one would be safe.

I move smile as I come out in front of the girl her eye’s growing wide from my sudden aperients. I stand before her naked my large body taking up the inter hall. My black snake like eyes watch her carefully an arigent smirk on my lips.

“So you are looking for me.” I growl in a dark voice my eyes looking over her body in a lecheries way. “You will be a tasty treat.” I chuckle evilly my large black scaled arms flexing my mussels moving fluidly under my dark scales.

I lick my lips with a long forced tong as I move closer to her. I lash out with my mental power freezing her in place. My clawed finger reaching out and moving over her check. I lean down and lick her cheek tasting the sweet and blood mingled together. I growl softly as my large phalluses jerking powerfully with my excitement.

I straiten then and with a blear of movement I back hand her hard across her check. I chukils as she is thrown in to the wall with a clatter of metal. I stand over her looking down at her motionless body.

I pick her up throwing her over my shoulder like she was a rage doll. I carry her deeper in to my lair to my privet rooms to play with her…


OOC Ok tell me what you think and what you are looking for. I will change any thing you think needs it.

 

[Kataya Darkwind]

Naratha had nearly dropped her sword at the sight of the demon. It was one thing to read about such a monster, but to have it appear in the darkness before you was horrifying. She hadn't given any answers to his questions, and was already frozen in place through fear that she had barely noticed his mental powers taking affect on her.

The last thing she remembered was being hit so hard that she was flung against the wall. . .

Her forehead felt like it had been beaten in. . . she awoke slowly, blinking. Everything was so blurry! It took her a few minutes to figure out where she was. . .

 

[nightray]

I watch her from behind as she slowly comes awake. I smile as I see pain in her eyes as she looks around the dark room. The only light coming from some candies near the door. The flickering light sending shadows dancing around the room giving quick glimpses at the toys hanging from the walls.

I move behind her out of her sight but I let her hear me move let her know that I was near. I move up behind her my every move is as flewed as a snake. Her arms held above her shakils bighting painfully in to her flesh. Her toes are bary touching the ground forcing her to put most of her wait on her wrists. I move a clawed finger around her neck feeling her shiver.

My lips move to her ear my forked tong flicking out over it tasting her as I breath in deeply a shiver passing over me at the strong sent of fear. My claws move over her armor sending a harsh sound in to the room.

“I’m glad you finely woke up. I want to see the look in your eyes as I undress you and take my plesher from you.” I chuckle harshly as my claws make an ear pearsing sound agene chuckling as she flinches from the sound. “Now be a good girl and scream for me.” I laugh harshly as my claws find the leather straps holding her armor on ripping threw them. I step back as the chest plait falls to the ground with a lowed clatter.

I then move around in front of her my reptile eyes looking over her enjoying the look of her breasts barley confined by the leather tunic she wore under the armor. My claws move out to her cheek the sharp tip barley brushing over her skin. I smile evilly as I slowly press harder as the claw moves down until it draws a drop of blood. I chuckle softly as the sent of fear grows stronger. I lean closer to her my tong slowly slipping from my mouth licking the drop of blood off her cheek. I growl softly at the sweet taste of her blood. I shutter slightly at the sweetness of her blood the taste only a girl has mixed with that of a worrier.

I step back from her and with a quick blinding slash my claws cut threw the leather tunic like a hot knife threw butter. My claws leave four red trails on her lushes’ breasts. I grin a gruesome grin as her large full breasts fall out of there confines. They stand high and firm her nipples harden at the sudden feel of the cool damp air and the sting of my claws.

I rich out griping her hard nipple between my knuckles pinching them hard as I look in to her eyes. I pole on it stretching it out as I grin showing my needle like teeth. “You are a tasty morsel.” I say softly my voice sinister as I let her nipple go watching her breasts shake in a pleasing way.

I look down as my cocks grow hard at the sight if her and the pain that I’m causing. I reach down and stroke them slowly the barb’s retracing for a time so I can stroke my self easily. I look up at her watching as her eyes watch my hands shock in them at the sighs of my cocks. There over a foot long and thicker then her wrist.

“Pashents my dear pet you will feel the exquisite pain and plesher of them soon enough…”

 

[Kataya Darkwind]

She could barely even whimper, so shocked by her situation. Tears were already forming in her eyes. . . Oh gods, what will he do to me?!

Her skin was soft and smooth, such a contrast to the Demon Lord that stood in front of her. Her wrists hurt so much. . . she wished that some weight would be taken off of them soon. . . or that she would be taken out of her bonds. But she doubted that would come true. This was a demon she was dealing with, not a human.

Naratha gasped when she saw those two huge things. . . and covered with barbs! She was a virgin still. . . and it would hurt enough, but with those spikes on them. . . she couldn't even imagine the pain she'd go through.

She closed her eyes, and in her head, prayed to as many gods and goddesses that she could think of. . .