The Fall of Vesten (PM to join)

[Pywakit]

This thread is a fantasy-based RP, set in a magical world called Iomar. I’ll be playing the role of the narrator, along with a lot of different characters who the rest of the writers in the thread are destined to meet along the way. So far, one role is taken (by BriefcaseRonin), but I’m looking for a few more players to come round out the thread. If you’d like to join, please drop me a PM and introduce yourself before posting. I’m looking in particular for people who can post longer threads and are interested in developing a bit about their characters as well. And there’ll be plenty of sex along the way… never fear! But there’s a story that goes along with it too; one that’ll be unraveled as the thread moves along.

In your first post, please give a little capsule description of your character, including appearance, skills, personality, history, and goals. It doesn’t have to be long, but it should be enough to give the rest of us (particularly me) an idea of who your character is. The world of Iomar is a typical fantasy world, with humans, elves, dwarves, mysterious spirits, monsters, and other exotic fare. Magic is fairly common, so you can play a wizard or a priestess or a witch or something like that if you want. I only ask that you don’t make a character who’s TOO powerful. Fate has a way of dealing harshly with those who would seek to become gods before their time…

As for the world of Iomar itself, I’ll let the details out as we progress. We’ll be starting small, limiting the story to a single city at first so we won’t have to worry about world-spanning details at first. You can feel free to add details here and there as well, as long as they fit in with the themes. The story begins in the port-city of Vesten, a fairly typical fantasy city, bustling with business and excitement and intrigue. In fact, these are dark days for Vesten, for a strange disease has come to town after a mysterious ship came to port. The ship, a sailing vessel called the Allymantha, had no crew on board, no cargo below. The next day, the plague began, and those who caught it died quickly to a terrible black rash that stank of rotten flowers. The sickness spread quickly through the waterfront, but the city watch was able to contain the infection by closing the walls and sealing the inner gates. Unfortunately, the merchant’s district is now cut off from the rest of the city, and as the days go by, people are growing desperate to escape the isolated district. Rival thieves’ guilds, Vesten’s Vultures and the Blue Rippers, have started an all out war for control of the merchant’s district, and the commonfolk caught between do their best to survive, hoping that the city’s healers find a cure for the illness before the thieves do too much more damage to an already beleaguered city.

As we begin, your characters are trapped in Vesten’s merchant’s district. Who you are, what you’re trying to accomplish in these dark times, and who you’ll make allegiances with is up to you…

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Valissa - Initiate of the Arts

It had never been a part of Valissa's plans to find herself trapped in a plague infested section of this town. After leaving the Mage City of Tanothos, Valissa had planned to spend a short while in Vesten before leaving and continuing her journey to become a great and powerful sorcereress. It was the goal of must wielders of the arcane to become stronger so that, one day, they could rival their teachers and take their place when the time came to do so. However, things looked grim once news of a plague in the Merchant Section broke out.

There was no way to cure this plague, and Valissa was not a priest. She did not practice the healing powers of the Gods and what little ability she had in the magickal arts would not be enough to destroy this sickness. However, it was enough to see who was sick, even if they did not know they were. When the Merchant's Section was closed off, and all hell broke loose, Valissa found as many people as she could who were not yet caught by the plague and hurried into an abandoned inn. Once there, she barricaded the doors and windows.

It was uncertain why the inn had been abandoned. After a quick check over the main room and the bed rooms, it seemed perfectly normal. However, that wasn't the most important thing on her mind. What needed to be done now was the check for food, and make sure that she and the others had enough so that they could stay closed off here until the plague passed on, or until someone found a way to cure it.

So, in search of food and drink, Valissa headed down to check the one place where such supplies could only be: the cellar.

 

[Pywakit]

Tenker the Thief

Tenker wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and thought about how good the plague had been to him. He'd been careful to avoid the sick ones, and now that they were all contained and the majority of the guards were stuck on the other side of the quarantine, the guild had been doing quite well. The only thing keeping the Vultures from completely taking over the Merchant's District were those fuckin' Blue Rippers. But they were on their way out. This tavern had been under their protection, but now, the tavern keeper, his three wenches, and the two Blue Ripper goons were dead, killed by Tenker and his two mates. Alas, the two mates had perished as well, which was okay by Tenker. He didn't like them much, and now he could take his time looting the place before reporting back to the guild.

Tenker had dragged the bodies down into the cellar after doing a quick job to clean up the blood so anyone who came looking would simply assume the place had been closed down or something. And of course, once in the cellar, he'd found the wine and mead stores. That had been nearly five minutes ago, and he was now well on his way to being drunk.

He looked down longingly at the two dead barmaids. If he were of a more desperate sort, maybe like one of them Blue Rippers, the fact that they was dead wouldn't have mattered to him. But Tenker took pride in his morals; he hadn't resorted to necrophilia yet to get his rocks off, and he wasn't about to start now.

Just as he decided it probably wasn't a great idea to get TOO drunk, that it might be time to leave the tavern and report back to the boss, though... a noise from upstairs caught his attention. Someone had opened the cellar door and was coming down the stairs! Moving quickly and silently, Tenker took up a position in hiding in the corner by a large cask and watched to see who was coming down the stairs...

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Only just graduating from her training as a mage, Valissa couldn't have been older than eighteen or nineteen years of age. Her long hair, which barely reached past her shoulders, was a dark chestnut brown. Her skin, pale from years of study within the halls of the large mage city, was incredibly soft and creamy, and silky to the touch. And those eyes of hers, which she now used to look the area over, were a vibrant shade of bright green.

The cellar was much too dark for her to see properly, and so she decided to illuminate things. Raising her staff out ahead of her, Valissa whispered the secret words of power, and formed the appropriate symbols with her free hand. There was an ethereal echo to her voice, and when her invocation finished, the headpeice on her staff began to glow, growing brighter until she could see quite clearly.

Stopping at a large group of boxes and barrels and examining them, she noted that they were in fact food and drink. It would last her and survivors quite some time if they rationed it sparingly. Turning to see if there was anything else of interest within the cellar, Valissa nearly cried out in horror, covering her mouth as she looked down at the two dead women, wenches who had, at one time, served the inn from the looks of their attire.

Moving her hand deftly, she used her magely sight to try and detect the plague on them. However, they appeared to be clean of any infection. Her sigh of relief was cut short, though, when she noticed the cause of death was not from sickness, but from murder. Taking a step back, she held her staff at the ready, "Is.. is anyone d-d-down here? If so, come out! I.. I.. I won't allow you to get away with this crime."

 

[fukensploogin]

Iomarianthalan *Iomar*

OOC: Seems the action has already begun... i'm just going to intro my character first, and get him into the action shortly. Peace!


Brother Iomar, elven cleric. 5'6", pointed ears, long brown hair and almond-shaped green eyes. He is a neophyte among the ranks of elven clerics. Iomar is of the forest-elf variety, the wilder, more tribal cousins to the civilized high and grey elves. The wood elves are slightly more sturdy than their civilized cousins, and are closer to the earth. For many years, Iomar has toiled in the church gardens, growing the magical herbs and spices that are essential to wood-elf healing magic.

Iomar always wears simple brown robes, baggy, flowing, and he carries a staff at his side. Like all elves, he is trained in the use of sword and bow n arrow, but because of the vows he took when he joined the church, he is not allowed to use weapons with blades. He is quite skilled with his staff. He is very light on his feet. He can move silently if he wishes.

As he is still young (by elf standards) his magic is not very powerful. He has drained himself trying to heal the people who have become sick from this mysterious illness.

How did he get to Vesten in the first place, you might ask? The wood elves reside not far from Vesten, and once a month or so Iomar is sent to Vesten to sell or trade many of the herbs and spices and other elven produce. Most of it he actually gives away to friendly wizards, other clerics, and certain bards and thieves.

Iomar does not have the strength to save the people of Vesten alone. He is eager to find a cure for this mysterious lethal illness, and will join any honest group that is trying to solve this riddle.

 

[Pywakit]

Tenker

When the intruder used magic to light the cellar, Tenker had a brief urge to flee. No need to mess with a mage! But then, as he looked at the beautiful creature who had cast the spell, and heard the nervous fear and hints of inexperience in her wavering voice, his bravado returned.

He waited and watched as the woman moved further into the room, then silently slipped out of the shadows to stand between her and the stairway leading up to safety, blocking her only escape route.

"Yeah," he said, his voice rough and gravelly. "There is, in fact, someone else here. And what makes you think I'm the one who did this?" The fact that his clothes were spattered with blood, along with the long knife he wielded, turned his mocking attempt at innocence into a sinister threat. He leered at the woman, his watery gray eyes sparkling in her light.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Valissa practically jumped when she saw movement in her peripheral vision. Turning quickly, she looked to the man, rather disturbed by his appearance. An obvious murderer, he held no feelings of guilt or shame at the act he had committed, and he now apparently planned to deal with her as well. However, even though she was just a young, inexperienced, mage, Valissa wasn't as easy a target as this man thought she would be.

One hand thrust out toward him, and she quickly began forming the correct hand signs. As an apprentice, Valissa had learned several spells that she could use to defend herself. One such spell was the one she casted now, a ball of energy forming as she continued to make the arcane symbols with her hand. When it was finished, she pointed right at the man, and that ball zoomed straight towards him, connecting and exploding.

The cloud of dust it kicked up made it difficult to see, and she held her place, uncertain of whether or not her spell had knocked the man out or merely fazed him.

 

[fukensploogin]

Iomarianthalan *Iomar*

Iomar was exhausted, physically, mentally, spiritually. He had spent days trying to find a cure for this mysterious plague that had infested the merchant district and crippled the city's economy. Most of his energy had been spent foolishly trying to ease the suffering of those who were already doomed.

Then the gang war broke out. He spent most of his day running around, tending to those who got caught in the cross-fire. He had helped the young mage, Valissa, fend off an attack and duck into that empty tavern, finding a safe place for these poor innocents who still had hope: they weren't infected.

His elven ears perked. Valissa had wandered off to find food and water. He had heard her open the door.

There was someone else down there with her.

This did not sound good.

Iomar looked at the little human girl sitting on the stool in front of him. She had fallen as they were making good their escape. He applied a salve to her cuts and bruises, kissed her forehead, said a little prayer, and then grabbed his staff and silently followed Valissa's path, till he saw the open cellar door.

Another prayer, whispered, to bless himself (hopefully) with godspeed...

And then he recognized the spell she cast, the explosion that followed. He hoped her magic missile connected. In just a moment he would be through the door...

 

[Pywakit]

Tenker

As the bolts of arcane power appeared in Valissa's hand and arced out toward Tenker, he had just enough time to sigh in disappointment, realizing that once again he should have paid attention to his instincts. He had just enough time to raise up his hands in a vain attempt to block the attack, and got out half a sentance: "Oh shit what's..." before the bolts struck him, sending him down into the floor with a jolt. Blackness overtook Tenker.

And as it did, something inside him coiled and slithered.

For the thieves of Vesten's Vultures had a secret not known even to their members. The leaders of the guild were quite more than human, and had taken steps to ensure that a thief captured would never live to expose any secrets. And now, as Tenker slipped into unconsciousness, that insurance policy inside him wakened, took root, and began to churn away. From the outside, only close investigation would reveal a strange shuddering as what was inside of the doomed thief did its work.

And as it did, something deep in a vaulted guildhall below the city took note. One of the plague children had wakened inside of the man who was once Tenker, and it would soon emerge to begin the next stage of its unholy evolution.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Valissa

As the smoke cleared, the young mage made her way over to the unconcious man, sighing in relief. Her aim wasn't always the best when she practiced such spells, however, it appeared Lady Fortune was on her side in this encounter. Looking up to see Iomar hurrying down the stairs, she smiled and waved him off, "Do not worry, he has been dealt with. I will gather some supplies and bring them up with me before locking this cellar. When this plague is over, we will be able to hand him over to the authorities."

Turning away, Valissa hadn't bothered to examine the man any further than a cursory glance. Making her way back to the crates of food and barrels of mead and wine, she began looking over everything carefully and trying to decide on what would be absolutely necessary. They would need healthy, nutritious, things if they were going to survive. After all, who knew how long the plague would continue on?

Turning back towards the cellar door, Valissa looked down at the man, her eyes widening in sheer terror as she watched his body. Her grip weakened, and her staff fell to the floor, the light resting upon it's tip dissolving and leaving her in darkness.

 

[Pywakit]

The Plague Child

The plague child could sense its surroundings through the dying thief's eyes, and it watched silently as the woman's companion nodded and headed back upstairs to return to the business of securing the upper floors. It watched as well as the woman turned away to gather more supplies. It was less than a minute later that the plague child was ready to emerge.

With a wet ripping sound, the plague child peeled away the remaining slurry and skin that was, until only a few moments ago, a human thief. The creature that had awakened inside of him carried within it all of Tenker's memories, and would eventually use these memories to report to the Brood Mother back in the caverns below the city. Yet it had also inherited more than just the human's memories. It had also inherited his lusts, and now, as it rose wetly from its gory birth, the creature turned to regard this woman before it.

The plague child only vaguely resembled the human who had spawned it. About four feet tall, the creature's pale yellow and gray skin glistened with the gore and slime of its deadly birth, and its emaciated body balanced precariously on a pair of lean legs, almost like those of a hairless wolf. Its arms were short and atrophied, and its face was that of a chittering bug, its mouth a shuddering pucker rimmed with writhing tendrils. And hanging turgid between its legs was perhaps its most human-shaped part of all, an immense erect phallus that dripped a single drop of milky fluid onto the floor below.

It saw the woman for the first time with its bulbous eyes, and grunted in lust. It was enough for her to drop her staff, plunging the room into darkness. And that was all it needed to be on her.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

The thing that stood before her was horrible, monstrous, and disgusting. She looked at it with terror in her eyes, stopping as she saw that immense manhood. There was only one reason why it could stand so erect and hard, and Valissa was too afraid to even begin to think about it. However, when she dropped her staff, there was nothing she could do. When everything went dark, the beastial creature was upon her, knocking her to the floor. She tried to cry out her help, but one of those little hands pressed to her mouth, shutting it.

Trying to fight the creature off, she felt herself losing. This thing, which appeared weak and frail, had a great deal of strength in it. However, she wasn't about to let this thing have her without a fight. Pulling her feet up, she thrust them out and kicked it off. In seconds, she scrambled to her feet and tried to find her staff.

Her hands blindly searched the floor, but she knew the creature would be back on it's fight in no time. Picking herself up, she hurried further into the cellar, slipping silently behind several barrells and closing her eyes. There, she hoped that she would be safe from the beast.

 

[Pywakit]

The Plague Child

The plague child hunkered in the cellar, wheezing as it slowly recovered from being kicked. It hadn't expected the woman to fight back like that, hadn't been really ready for it. No matter, for it had more than one resource available. After all, it and its brothers had been created for one reason. They were in large part responsible for the spread of the plague in Vesten... or to be more precise, their drones were responsible. This new plague child, fresh from its unholy birth, had not yet had a chance to expose itself to the plague, to gather its contagion, yet it could still use its drones to aid in outnumbering this woman.

The creature squatted in the darkness, then leaned forward and with a stuttering belch, vomited up a half dozen long, writhing worms onto the floor. It immediately linked to their minds, and sent the writhing fleshy things out along the floor to seek out the woman. Once they found her, they would report back via telepathy to the child, and the fun would begin.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Valissa did her best to be silent, wishing she hadn't lost her staff. It would have helped her immensely if she were still in possession of it. However, even if she had it, there still wasn't any way of going about combating this creature. When she was still an apprentice, she studied all sorts of monstrous creatures: orcs, goblins, trolls, gnolls, kobolds, and this one was unlike anything that she had ever heard of or read about. But whatever it was, it must have been after her specifically. After all, the cellar doors were still open, and it could more than easily take the other people by surprise if it wanted.

Huddled behind those barrels, the young mage did her best to keep her calm, but she knew there were only two possible outcomes for this encounter. Either she survived or she didn't. There was no way of knowing what it could be capable of, or what strange innate abilities it possessed. And she had no clue that at that very moment, as she waited in the darkness, that the monster's worm-like servants were searching the room, and one had just climbed up the barrels, spotting her within.

 

[fukensploogin]

Iomarianthalan *Iomar*

Iomar left Valissa in the cellar, and returned to the main room, where the uninfected people were hiding in the dark. Iomar spurred them to action.

The Inn's windows were shuttered, the doors locked with wooden beams and random furniture. Judging from the screams, the grunts, and the sound of metal clanging against metal, there was a full-on urban gang war going on outside.

Iomar hoped that this place would be spared from the violence, but he doubted it. Taking a candle, he left the people in the main hall and went up the Inn's stairs, to the vacant rooms. He was searching for the ladder to the roof. He soon found stair going up to the attic, and through a little window he climbed out onto the roof. He blew out the candle. It was night, and in his dark robes he was effectively invisible on the roof in the darkness.

Several houses and shops throughout the Merchant District were burning. Roving bands of thieves and thugs patrolled through the streets. Iomar couldn't tell which faction controlled which parts of town, but he could definitely see a couple battlefronts on a few different streets.

Iomar shook his head at all the senseless violence. The desire for power had corrupted so many. He looked around, hoping there would be a way for these people to escape, should the thugs attack the tavern, but there was no escape up here. He wondered if there was an escape route through the sewer system. They would need the help of a thief to make sense of the tunnels below the city.

He went back inside, down the stairs to the main room. "Where's Valissa? She should have returned by now?" he asked, looking around.

 

[Pywakit]

The Plague Child

The drone froze as it slithered up the edge of the barrel and sensed the trembling heat of the human woman hiding nearby. The writhing cilia on its head twitched, and its five brothers immediately began to converge on her location, surrounding her silently in the darkness of the cellar. And as they did, the plague child heard their call as well. Moving as quietly as it could, the malformed thing closed in on Valissa's hiding place. It sensed something in her, something strange. The plague children were inexorably tied to the disease infesting the city of Vestin; when they first came to the city, they were charged with carrying the disease and infecting those they took, leaving them alive but broken so they could spread it further. Yet that had been only the first stage of the Violet Lady's plan. Now that the city was in chaos, the plague children had a new use. And although this one was freshly born, it already knew what was expected of it.

It needed something from this woman. It needed to take that something and bring it to the Violet Lady. The one named Tenker, his now dead host, had unknowingly placed himself in a location where the plague child would have this chance, and now it had to seize its opportunity.

It issued the command, and its drones moved in. Only two feet long, they were still quite strong. Two crept toward her wrists, two to her ankles. They anchored themselves by boring their sharp tails into the stonework and prepared to grab their prey. The fifth clambered up onto the wall above Valissa's head, ready to drop down to gag her with its body. And the sixth... the one that had discovered her hiding place, it waited coiled on its barrel for the plague child to draw near, for this drone had a special purpose indeed.

And as the plague child drew near, it issued the command, and its wormdrones went to work to bind poor Valissa in place.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Valissa barely had time to react when she was attacked by something. It only took moments before she was bond to the wall and gagged by a disgusting, slimy, creature. As her eyes adjusted to the lighting, she realized what they were: worms! It was absolutely horrid, and she immediately tried to fight them off. However, they were too strong, hooking themselves into the stone walls.

Her attempts to fight back were futile, but she didn't stop. Even while struggling to escape, she tried to understand what these worms were. Just like with the monster that came from that murderer's body, these creatures were something she had never seen before. Valissa wondered to herself if the beings were somehow connected to one another, but obviously she didn't have time to ponder.

Stopping, the young mage's eyes widened and fear began to creep into her system. Something was heading her way.

 

[Pywakit]

The Plague Child

The plague child shuddered as it felt its drones strike. As they gained a hold, it stepped up before Valissa, its glistening form barely illuminated by a shaft of moonlight leaking in from a boarded-up window. The sixth worm clambered up its leg and then reached its massive cock, coiling around it in a spiral. The plague child couldn't speak; it lacked those parts, but it did make a liquid gurgle as it stepped even closer. As it did, the other worms drew tight, drawing Valissa's arms up above her head and forcing her legs to spread wide.

The plague child stood between her knees now, and its thin arms whipped out with surprising speed. The tiny, sharp talons on its fingertips cut through cloth with ease, pulling away Valissa's clothes in ragged strips; in only a few moments, she was effectively naked. The plague child stood back to admire her body; its eyes were suited for darkness. It then squatted down between her legs, brushing its enormous cock against her sex and leaving a thin trail of precum along her left thigh.

It wanted so badly to take her, but that wasn't the first step. First came the sixth worm.

The slithering thing uncoiled from the child's cock, and as it did, it pressed its shiny little head against Valissa's entrance. A little more pressure and it popped into her cunt, and began to worm its way up inside her. All two feet of it.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Valissa

When the creature stood before Valissa, and she laid pressed to the wall, trapped, she knew that there was no escape, and that this thing would get whatever it wanted from her. The noises it made were sickening as it stepped closer to her spread legs, with that big manhood resting long and hard upon it's inhuman body.

The speed at which it stripped her of her clothes was disturbingly fast, and before she knew it, the last shreds of her robe and the clothing beneath had fallen to the floor, leaving her naked and unprotected. Pressing the fat head of it's shaft against her caused Valissa to groan, looking away and shutting her eyes. She had no desire to see this monster violate her, and was prepared for the pain of it's immense cock entering her.

When something did enter her, it took her by complete surprise. It was not this horrid thing's sex tool, which caused her to open her eyes and look down, with just enough time to see the worm slithering into her body. Another groan fell from her lips, muffled by the worm gagging her. She had no idea why this was happening, unable to imagine what horrible things this monster was planning to do to her now.

 

[Pywakit]

Nyri the Impling

Nyri sighed impatiently. She hated these scouting missions more than anything. Just sitting around waiting for something to happen... seemed like such a waste of time, when a creative imp like herself could be out there in the streets MAKING something happen. But the Violet Lady wanted her here, perched on the roof of this silly in, for a reason, and when you worked for the Violet Lady, you did what you were told. Especially if you were just an imp.

At least there were fires to watch. That was something.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, though, she started. Someone had just opened a window or something and was climbing up onto the roof! HER roof! The imp quickly skittered behind one of the chimneys; she was hardly a foot tall, so it was easy to hide, even if you had bright red skin, long black hair, and the body of a seductress. A seductress with a long pointed tail and bat wings, but still. Nyri took pride in her body; not many imps were as beautiful as she.

She watched as a man... an elf... clambered out onto the roof. He looked around, spent a few moments watching the fires and the distant fighting, then turned and reentered the inn. As he left, Nyri cursed and stomped her little cloven feet. THAT was the one the Violet Lady wanted her to talk to! She knew it as soon as she'd seen him! The recognition was enough to throw her off, and now her chance to talk to him alone might be gone! Although... maybe not. She heard him call out through the window he'd left open, calling for someone named Valissa.

Perfect. He hadn't gone far. Nyri closed her eyes and concentrated, and in an instant her red skin had turned alabaster white, her black hair golden, her bat wings into butterfly wings, and her tail vanished alltogether. Her scandalous black corset became a flowing white gown. Only her perfect body remained unchanged; Nyri couldn't bear to hide her curves. And besides, pixies were curvy creatures anyway.

She hoped the disguise would work. Quickly, she fluttered up to the window and peeked in. She saw the elf descending the stairs, and before he went out of earshot, she cried out.

"Up here! Up here! It's important! I need to talk to you about Valissa!"

 

[Pywakit]

The Plague Child

The sixth worm continued to fill Valissa, squirming deeper and deeper into her, filling her like no one had ever filled her before. Even so, its length was such that it couldn't all get inside her; for it had no desire to enter her womb. What it was going to do to her had to take place entirely without that sacred realm. It had to be untouched for its coming use.

Once the worm was as inside of her as it could go, its coiling length doubled and tripled over on itself, it began to shiver and shake. The vibrations within the worm sent echoes up along the pathways of Valissa's flesh, and as it did, her wetness began to show.

The plague child caught scent of the unmistakable odor and knew its role was ready. It scooted forward and pressed its fat cock head against her and pushed. As it did, the worm already within Valissa compressed, and suddenly burst, turning to a stinging, sizzling liquid inside her. The plague child grunted in pleasure; the feeling of the liquefied worm spurting out along its shaft was, in a way, intoxicating. And as it pressed deeper, the fluid did more than lubricate Valissa's canal for this immense invasion. It loosened her, relaxed her, and in a way even started to change her, remaking her flesh in such a way that this intrusion would not harm her. Indeed, it would pleasure her like nothing else ever had... although in the days to come, it would also proove to be the least of her pleasures.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Her hips rolling back and forth, Valissa tried desperately in a futile effort to expel the worm. However, that was before it curled it's way up inside her and began to vibrate. Once the creature was shivering within her sex, her juices began to make her outer lips moist and wet, and moans began to pour from her mouth without her control. Laying limply as it continued, she looked absolutely delicious; her naked body was glistening with sweat, and her juicy young sex was now prepared for entrance by that monster meat.

Her hips rose as the plague child entered her, and she began to groan. However, when the worm exploded and splattered it's stinging juices all over her inner walls, causing her to wince in pain. Of course, just as those juices gave the little creature filling her pleasure, so too did they begin to increase her own pleasure against her will. Her eyes lazily looked down between her legs, where the plague child was now filling her completely with it's cock. A moan spilled from her lips, and she even spread her legs further, sighing and turning away, ashamed by her enjoyment.

As the monster invaded her again, pulling itself back before sliding into her once more, Valissa arched her back, moaning again in absolute pleasure. It was absolutely disturbing how perfect the plague child felt as it filled her. But she could not deny the pleasure of it. This horrid being seemed made to perform this act, attacking her with complete and utter precision. Another moan escaped her lips, and her hips bucked, thrusting back against the cock in defeat, "Mmmmmm."

 

[Pywakit]

The Plague Child

As the human woman lost the will to struggle, and indeed, as she began to buck back against the plague child's monster cock, the creature began grunting in excitement. Each thrust seemed to bring it deeper into this wonderful creature, each thrust filling more and more of her body with its own unholy flesh. The creature's arms, while fast, were somewhat feeble, and when it began pawing at Valissa's breasts with them, they were hardly able to give them the attention the plague child wanted. So it focused its efforts on its thrusts, increasing the force and tempo. The sound of its hips slapping against the woman's filled the cellar, and soon each thrust was lifting her just off the ground. With each pull back, her ass splashed back into the puddle of wormmelt that had been forced out of her by the child's intrusion.

So enthralled by the pleasures it was mining from the woman was the plague child, it wasn't until too late that it realized something was happening to its body.

With each thrust, its cock was growing. And with each spurt of growth, the rest of the child's body was shrinking.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Valissa

Valissa groaned again in pleasure, her body shivering with excitement as the creature violated her depths. Her mind shrieked in protest, telling her that the pleasure she felt was wrong, that a monster was giving her this wonderful sensation and that it was an abomination. However, the rest of her body told her mind to be quiet and enjoy; after all, it felt so god damned good.

Even now, that young mage was a gibbering, drooling, mess, moaning like a whore as the creature fucked her furiously. She begged for the gods to forgive her for her blasphemous pleasure, and she also begged that the plague child never stop, that it take again, and again, and again! With her eyes closed, however, she could not see what was happening, but she did indeed feel it, enjoying every wonderful increase in size, "Mmm! Mmm! Mmmm!"

Arching her back again, Valissa squealed in absolute pleasure. That thrusting was too much, too wonderful, and when such hideous pleasure filled her to the brim, she came. Shaking her head back and forth furiously, Valissa was glistening with sweat, and her cunt was glistening with her own love juices. Panting heavily, she continued to buck against those threasts, tears running down her cheeks as she felt her desire for more of this wonderfully unholy union.

 

[Pywakit]

The Plague Child

As Valissa came on the plague child's cock, the sudden contraction triggered a similar response in its unholy flesh. More than that. The sudden wave of orgasmic energy, a mix of magic and raw sexuality, burst outward from the young mage; it was unlikely she even realized how much power she released as she came, but the plague child did not. Its flesh absorbed that burst like a sponge absorbs water, and as it did, it came as well.

Only there was nothing subtle about the way the plague child came. It exploded inside of Valissa, a fountain of sticky hot come spewing from its buried cock, plowing deep into her insides, penetrating even her womb. And as it did, what felt like a sudden burst of fire ignited inside of her. The plague demon suddenly realized, it was not here to take something from this woman. It was here to give something, and it was too late to turn back. It threw back its head and writhed and sputtered in agony; if it had a voice, it would have screamed. As it was, its dissolution was eerily silent. Only the wet, sloppy sounds of it melting from within, so that its pumping cock could pour more of itself into the woman, could be heard.

And as it filled her, its seed took root. It changed Valissa, transformed her. Her body would be something new after this night, something uniquely suited for the needs the Violet Lady required for the next stage of her mysterious plan. She would become more accommodating... more adaptable... able to engage in sex with a shocking range of creatures. And moreso... as the seed got into her blood, it would change the way she thought. She would seek out these strange creatures, gather their seed, and store it within her body.

All to the will of the Violet Lady.