2 comments/ 6464 views/ 7 favorites Mistress of the Fey Ch. 01 By: Satolep The Editor who helped me was 0nlyEditing ***** She could see someone running, but at first it wasn't clear who it was. It seemed as if she could see a mist in human form flying through nothingness. Progressively, the strange being seemed to take shape. It looked like the ghost of a woman now. Brianna remembered seeing her before, but where? The image got clearer and clearer. There was a face, legs, even a dress. It flowed like a spider's web in the wind, but it looked as if made of marble. Brianna looked at the strange woman's face and felt the fear chiseled on her expression, as if Brianna and the ghost shared their hearts, and together desperately tried to escape from a terrible doom. A floor seemed to form in thin air, and with that a colossal tree that blocked the spirit's flight. Now it was clear: it was Grainne, her mother, as young as she was when Brianna was born. Desperation grew stronger on Brianna's heart, as she could feel whatever scared her mother getting closer and closer. The fearful daughter tried to scream, but found herself fleshless and, for that, voiceless. Brianna herself wasn't even a ghost. Her mother seemed cornered. She was fleshed out of that immaterial image. Now Grainne seemed corporeal. Her dress was nothing more than a veil, transparent and soft. It revealed her trembling bulky breasts completely. Her stomach was very strong, her hips clearly delineated, her thighs strong and firm. In contrast to her desperation and her incorporeal form just seconds before, her mother's body now seemed strongly rooted on her feet. Brianna tried to cower her eyes away when a demon also began to take shape just in front of her mother. However, Brianna could not look another way, she could not close her eyes. As she had no mouth to scream, there were no eyes to close. The demon in front of Grainne seemed to have the torso of a muscular hairy man, but the strange legs of a goat. He also had two huge horns on his head. The creature was so big her mother's head would reach only the height of its shoulders. It was just as the Friar had described an ancient heretic creature. As danger came closer, something changed. The same way she had felt her mother's fear before, Brianna now felt her excitement. Grainne's thighs were trembling with anticipation. Brianna could feel how hot she was, each step of that monstrous devil in front of her making her pussy wetter. It changed everything. Suddenly the Friar's words were no longer on Brianna's mind. The horned creature was the same, but seemed beautiful to her eyes. Since the horned spirit was naked, Brianna felt an attraction to look down, as if her corner vision pulled her fleshless senses. She saw the horny demon's cock, and found it a huge hard member. Her mother stretched her welcoming hand and caressed it. Brianna could feel life pulsating in it, as it got even bigger. It looked like the cock of a large animal, but Grainne was not scared. She slowly came down to her knees, looking directly at Brianna. The last thing the girl saw was her mother smiling while opening her welcoming mouth. — — Brianna got up very upset. She had sweat a lot, even her hair was a bit wet. She checked to see if she weren't on the red tide, but that time of the month had passed for some weeks by then. Judging by the intense light of the moon shinning through the small cracks of the window, she thought she might be at the height of her fertility — when her thoughts and actions most displeased her father and the Friar. She began to calm down, looking at her familiar room, made of solid rock, the cozy small fireplace right in the center. However, the feeling of the nightmare didn't seem to abandon her. Analysing it, she questioned how she knew that the spirit-woman was her mother. Her six brothers, all crowding the same room as her, sleeping peacefully now, they all knew her, but Grainne had died giving birth to Brianna. She had always blamed herself for her mother's death, as clearly her brothers did too. The fact that she began to treat a strange horny woman reappearing in some of her dreams as her own mother made her feel even more sinful than the remarks she heard at the church. Not that she usually paid attention to Mass. There seemed to be no reason for her to believe that that strong woman, with her beautiful breasts and her curvy waist, was her mother, a thin girl with tits that barely filled her hands if she covered them. Even that woman from her dreams made Brianna uncomfortable with her body... Both women had long straight hair, but that was the most common hair for miles. All this reasoning was of no avail. Her senses kept bringing her back to her heated lap. She thought about death and sin, but any second between thoughts made clear she was still horny. She wanted to touch herself, as she knew she shouldn't. This time, the shame of calling that bitch in heat her mother made her more afraid of getting caught, so she knew she would not please herself there, where any waking brother could catch her. She smoothly got out of bed, keeping her blanket around her. Her muscles complained a bit. She must have been tightly curled for a long time, for the night was very cold. She hated doing this outside, when it was that cold. She knew she wouldn't even enjoy it as much, but she had to if she ever wanted to sleep again. The moon was full and the icy air was incredibly clear, showing innumerable stars shining bright across the sky. She breathed heavily, a great cloudy puff coming out of her heated body every time. Brianna went to a corner of her house that faced the forest. From there, no other villager could see her. It was very unlikely that anyone would be awake and looking outside at that hour, in that cold weather, but she would not risk it. She made the special effort to be perfectly blocked from the church, being on the exact opposite side of the house to the one that faced the cross. Under the blanket, she pulled her clothing up and was immediately relieved by her first soft touch, her heated pussy soft and wet. Maybe she'd enjoy this after all. She was about to rub herself impatiently, but stopped short when she thought she had heard a noise. With her eyes wide open, she looked to one side and the other, fearing one of her brothers had woken up. She hoped to God (ironically) that it wouldn't be Coll, the second oldest one. He took advantage of her in ways even their eldest did not. But what if it was someone else from the village? She was not that close to the door, and she was frightened to make any move in that direction. She didn't want to face someone coming from the house, and feared making a noise that'd call attention to her. She stood still for awhile, until she got convinced it may had been her imagination. Or maybe a very small animal? She looked only then to the forest, which she had not considered before because she knew its sounds so well. But she was in for a surprise. When she looked in that direction it seemed there was a bright glow, just some inches above the ground, as if a tiny star had come down from the heavens. She was strangely compelled to follow it, but didn't. She felt the freezing breeze, and the bright moon revealed her for anyone to see as much as it showed clearly the way ahead. The light went off, but then it shined again a little further. She was even more attracted this time, and then she heard some noise inside her house. The irrational took charge, and she fled to the forest, trying to avoid trouble with her father or brothers as she was obviously only delaying it, or even making it worse. However, she had gotten to a point that she preferred the devil unknown to those she knew. At first, she ran, one eye to the forest and another to the house. As it seemed no one saw her fleeing, she focused on her way into the woods. She knew it pretty well, even by night, so it wasn't difficult to follow the mysterious luminous dot. When this light went out, however, it wasn't followed by another one. This time, what she saw scared her to her bones. It was a running mist. The dream came back to her, and she thought herself the stupidest person ever born. What was she doing alone in the forest after such a horrific nightmare with a demon? She began to back away, too scared to turn her back to the mist, but even that proved to be a mistake. Her blanket got tangled on some broken roots. Brianna had to focus her attention there for a while in order to release it. When she finally did it, the mist had come nearer, and it had almost completely turned itself into flesh. When she faced it, so close and transformed, Brianna got frightened and fell on the snow covered ground. The fall opened her blanket wide, revealing her light sleeping dress and her defenseless body to the cold. Now she felt ridiculous. She was very ashamed of her body, skinny for a 19 year-old, even if what she saw in front of her was simply a deer, not a demon. She covered herself again, noticing she should be trembling or dying of cold, but she actually felt warmer now than when she was still in bed. "This is all too strange," she thought, getting up, "a deer coming right at someone, then stopping still, and in the middle of a cold night!" She looked suspiciously at the animal again, and it looked at her too. The deer seemed to think the same that she was thinking, "What the hell are you doing here?" And what about the mist? She was sure she saw it this time. It was not a dream. "No, it wasn't", responded a female voice out of nothing. Brianna gave out a short cry from the surprise. Then she looked around, but saw no living creature but the animal in front of her and the trees. The voice clearly had not come from so close, but why was the deer not scared by the voice, or by Brianna's frightened scream? "That deer knows me well," came again an answer to her thoughts from thin air. The creature seemed to understand this as a calling and began trotting further into the forest. Brianna could feel her heart racing and even more heat than before. It was almost as if she needed no blanket at all to withstand the cold among the woods. "Who's there?" Brianna cried, scared into action. "Who wants to know?" the voice replied, humorously. Brianna had no answer. What could that mean? "If you don't know who you are," continued the voice, "then can you ever know anyone else?" Brianna felt like crying, all of a sudden. For some reason, her exposure to this creature under the full moon made her feel her loneliness in a keen way. "Maybe, I know you better than you know yourself," the voice threatened. "I've watched your village for a long time now. Let's see, Brianna, right?" Even covered as she was, the girl felt naked in a strange way, like when Coll first looked at her developing breasts. "Yes," the being kept going, "Brianna from Brittany, daughter to Osgar, the Simpleton!" It let out a laugh, "Brianna, the Motherless, the lonely woman in a male house... Brianna, the Abused!" "Shut up!" Brianna cried out scared, clenching her fists to the side, trying to stop the whole world around her. She could not notice in that state, but the moon seemed to shine in a strange color, for less than a second, while her eyes were closed and tears came out of them. She fell to the floor, on her knees, feeling a weakness that she seemed to have kept inside herself until now. Suddenly, it seemed, she could not bear it any longer. "Now, hush, darling," the strange voice went on, "you don't have to worry. You are all those things, but you can be so much more." As Brianna stopped sobbing, she felt herself attracted to a very dark path just in front of her. The way was sheltered from the moonlight by the heavy trees and leaves. There were other ways into the forest, but she knew this one was special. It went on to the top of a hill, where an old monastery was built and abandoned many years before she was born. It was a forbidden and cursed place. From there, the voice came out again. "Come to me," it was incredibly friendlier now, "while your mother's blood still speaks inside of you." — — Brianna was getting very tired, and she wondered once again why she could not have just ignored her lust and simply kept on sleeping. Even so, when she made a final curve and saw the ruins, she was marvelled by their appearance under the moonlight. She regretted then never having visited that site at night. It seemed a clean peaceful place, instead of a dirty and burnt blunder of rocks as it did under the sun. People avoided talking about those ruins as much as they could, but Brianna had learned a brief history for the curse everybody believed to damn that hilltop. They said the monastery was burned to the ground by its very Mother Superior. Supposedly, for a fortnight she woke up screaming and yelled about a demon and orders whispered in her dreams. Then, she fell on a long deep sleep. Finally, when people taking care of her were exhausted, she quietly came out of bed and closed every exit shut. Knowing the monastery like no one else, she quickly lit all the right places. People came to help from the village, but they were too late. By the time they were up and had seen what was going on, most of the nuns had probably already died. There was no way to storm in and save those few who were still to burn or suffocate. Brianna climbed a little more and got to the very place so many people cried for years, remembering their sisters and daughters that died that night. She could not see the village, for the forest had taken over a large portion of that abandoned place, but she was by no means lost. Brianna could dart back directly to her house, if she had to, but she had a feeling she wouldn't. Maybe she'd be safer here, with demons and cursed priestesses. She noticed something shining underneath a rock on the other side of the hill. Brianna began to circle the whole place, but she felt a bit silly after a few seconds. She was alone there. The ominous feeling of that spirit seemed less frightening on this open ground, and she had heard no voice coming up. She began to tread on top of some rocks, immediately feeling she was stepping on sacred soil. Could she feel the remnants of that old house of worship, so long gone? Or was it something else? Both possibilities frightened her. She went on carefully. When she came to the shining object, it was obvious it was just an ordinary metal reflecting the moon. She got down and stretched her arm in order to take it. Finally reaching it, she pulled it in her hand and found it to be a silver crucifix. Then it got red, and Brianna realised it was a reflection from fire behind her. She turned around and saw flames erupting from what remained of the monastery's foundations. It spread all around the hilltop. She was shocked, but it seemed clear she'd not be harmed, yet. The fire was encircling her, avoiding those structures closer to Brianna. She was troubled by the fact that there was no smoke around. The fire did not seem to burn anything, not even the grass. From a shape formed by the flames she could discern the image of an animal. At first, she thought it was the deer, but quickly she realised it was a humanoid form of a similar creature, just like the one she saw in her dreams, only much thinner, weaker, maybe. This one had a humanoid face, it stood tall on two legs, but it also had large hoofs instead of feet. The creature came closer. It was naked, so she saw, in fear, its very long cock hanging, although the strange being walked naturally, as if it had no sense of decency. She had never seen men walking like that if they weren't clothed or hard with desire. She thought a dick that long — longer and thicker than any man's she had ever met — had to be hard, but it was clearly hanging and soft. It scared her even more than the overarching horns coming out of his head, still growing as he came closer to her. With every step, the beast seemed to get hornier, which grew a powerful fear inside of her, seeing that thing get thicker and hardened. She fell back as far as the fire and tried to put herself behind the biggest rocks on the ground, but nothing could conceal her from that high creature. Although the fire didn't seem to burn anything, it looked too real for her to simply try the illusion and cross it. But then she remembered the crucifix on her hand. She tried to remember the Friar's words, she tried to pray. As clumsy as her words were inside her mind, they seemed to have some power in them, because from every each way the fading silver images of nuns came up from the floor. They all had their clothes scorched and ripped. Their images were sensually revealing, as if their souls had been exhausted not in flames, but in an eternal orgy. Most of their shoulders and thighs were fully revealed, but even some breasts and cunts were exposed through torn habits. "Use the cross, poor girl," they began all moaning, "Banish the creature." Brianna felt her mind was cracking, and for a few seconds all she could do was stare at those lascivious bled women coming out of the ground. She was getting desperate, for she feared their souls, the fire, the cross and the horny monster she had in front of her. "Give in," it was the voice that called her in the forest, "Remember the dream, Brianna, give in, and it will all please you." "Don't listen to her," cried the nuns, "See our rotten souls, our defiled images, and despair!" "It doesn't have to hurt you, Brianna," said the female voice from before, "If you give in, it won't hurt." As in her dream, she felt her groin and thighs heating up, but the ghosts lift their habits to show their crotch and pulled their clothes open to reveal and touch their breasts. Their bodies had many scars, as if they had been attacked by a thousand wolves. "It will hurt you," they insisted, "It's sin," they moaned, while smiling and masturbating right in front of her. Brianna was terrified. She backed down so much her blanket accidentally touched the fire. It was instantly set ablaze and there was no saving it. She desperately took it off, managing to not get hurt. She was now on the simple dress she used to sleep; that is to say naked, in her mind. The creature was too close now, its cock full, upward, and pulsing. Despite her mind, her pussy was getting too wet, as if the creature had a spell to conquer her body, in spite or her soul. She remembered her brother Coll, she remembered his friends, and her legs froze in fear, yet this was even worse. If their cocks hurt her, what could that monstrous thing do? It looked as something that would tear her open and kill her without a doubt. "You want it, don't you?" continued the nuns, coming all around her now, "You want him to ravish you just like your brother does, you little bitch!" She never did. She hated what they did to her, but Brianna felt guilty and ashamed nonetheless. No matter how terrified she was, her body seemed to desire the creature ever more, and now she couldn't even get her eyes away from its cock. What was wrong with her? She was never this horny before, even less in front of anyone. That's why her brother hurt her so much. She didn't want him. Brianna only got wet when she touched herself, but now even her mouth desired that enormous living thing inside of her. The beast first got her right arm, and then thrust it into the fire. She was scared, but her flesh suffered no injury. On this hand she had the crucifix she had found. It seemed to melt, as if the fires of hell were right there beside her, and from its form another symbol was born, a star with five points. She knew the Jews had a six pointed star, but she didn't notice the difference by then. She was sure it was the same symbol. The creature took her hand from the fire. The fear was losing ground to wonder: her skin had not been burned. The beast took her off balance, holding her body, and she instinctively held its shoulders. As it calmly laid her down on some rocks, she felt the touch of its body and it started to calm her down, her legs began to relax. The beast ripped open her dress in a sudden move, then stopped, and that gave her time to pause, truly naked, wanting her fate. Mistress of the Fey Ch. 01 Brianna could feel the head of the creature's cock touch and cover her whole burning pussy, as a monstrous hand put the silver symbol on her chest, right between her tits. There was nothing else in the world but that strange menacing foreskin about to invade her, and the maddening look of a monster as it softly rubbed the star on her skin. The nuns were reduced to a whisper now, similar to that of the fire around her. There was no village, no family, and no cold, only her exposed body, given in sacrifice. "Do you accept it?" the creature asked. Brianna was confused. She had given up hope or control. She felt only the urge to be ripped open by that monster and have her last desire kill her, as she would vanish alone on the hill. "Do you accept it?" the demon insisted. She faintly tried to understand the question, but her need for his cock was too great to think. "Give it to me," Brianna pleaded, pulling the animal closer to her. The demon forced the star against her as it forced its cock inside. Her pussy would surely never be able to take it, but it was responding, and got wetter still. The creature stopped and rubbed its cock against her pussy, tempting her, as no one had done before. The demon was pleasing and provoking her body. What was this? She felt her pussy relaxed. A bit came in, the tip, stretching her. It was painful, but also an unknown and pure pleasure, as her mind insisted she took it all inside. She wanted the whole creature in her body, but it came in a bit and receded a little again. When it forced again, the cock was wetter and her cunt could take a bit more. She was shocked, could her body stretch that much? But Brianna felt the desperation that it would never get in, and she needed it. "Please," she moaned to the creature. "He's trying not to hurt you," the mysterious female voice responded. "That's ok," she pleaded, "Come to me." Brianna clenched her fists and closed her eyes forcefully, as it came in a little more. How could it hurt so much, and yet be so good? She moaned louder, and felt it echo. As she looked around, every nun seemed to be rubbing each other. They were mimicking her pleasure, but not her pain. Suddenly, she felt the demon get a lot inside of her, and she screamed in pleasure, grabbing his chest with her nails like fangs. The nuns screamed with her, but then mocked her. "He's thick, isn't he?" They asked, "that's not all. That's barely an inch." Her body fell down again, losing her grip. It was hopeless, it was too big. "Oh, God," she moaned, looking another way, unable to control her body enough to look at the demon. The creature kept forcing, and Brianna started to scream. A long, sustained scream, as she felt her body getting pulled apart. "Please," she started to hit the rock, "please, please, please," she was crying and needed to stop. The pain made her look again at the creature, but it also made her see not the young man's face from before, but the demonic head of an ox, the strong chest taken by long strands of fur, its arms even wider. The spirits of the nuns came around. "Fuck that bitch," one cried, "the cunt was asking for it." The demon had lost any control now. It started to come out and in again forcefully, ever faster and deeper. Her muscles responded closing her legs and trying to get away. She was terrified to know the nuns could touch her, as two grabbed Brianna's legs and forced them apart in the air. A strange heat seemed to compress her every muscle. Her mind got dizzy. The Mother Superior got a hold of her hair. Brianna saw it had turn into bright red fire, like the one surrounding the monastery's ruins. The spirit pulled her hair back, which gave her a strange pleasure that somehow combined with her ravished cunt and electrified her. She had never felt such an intense pleasure. "Let it go," said the Mother Superior. Brianna did, and an orgasm like she could never dream of exploded inside of her. The beast needed that. It pulsed inside her cunt and flushed her with something that burned her inside. She was certain she was dying, for this feeling could only be heaven. The spirits slowly faded away, as did the light of the fire, but her head laid still where they left it, her hair back to its normal golden color. Brianna could not move, surrendered by waves of painful pleasure searing her body from the inside. She was mentally and physically exhausted. As the demon pulled its cock out of her, she felt an emptiness that felt like loneliness. It seemed that cock was now a part of her, and it leaving her body gave her great sadness. The creature went away, the moon was bright above her, and her body was naked in the cold. A thin strain of blood came out of her cunt, but it was not much. She abandoned herself, believing her soul would haunt the hill as those nuns. "Thank you," it was the voice of her mother, as if coming from the moon, "we needed you for his seed." To be continued... Mistress of the Fey Ch. 02 Brianna was still lying naked and hurt on the hilltop when Marian found her. Only she was brave enough to look for her friend up there, while the men searched more obvious places in the forest and, especially, anywhere outside of it. Marian suspected no one really cared for Brianna as she did. Osgar, Brianna's father, clearly blamed his daughter for his wife's death during childbirth, and for that he never really cared for her. Brianna was not the most beautiful or the hottest girl in town, but that lack of protection made her ideal for any lustful disrespect, even abuse. She had, of course, six brothers, but they too put some blame on Brianna, and either took advantage of her or simply did not protect her from others. She was, however, attractive, or they would have found other ways to punish her for simply being the ideal underdog. Her body was merely small, she was thin, her breasts were beautiful though they seemed smaller than they were, her waistline was gracious, her ass, finely drawn. Most men would dismiss her as skinny until they took a look at her butt, and it made them hunger for her body. Marian was closer to the ideal beauty of the time. She was brunette, which was very unusual around those parts. She was big: 6'3'', 160 lb. sinfully distributed, and each of her tits seemed to have the size of her head. Brianna was very jealous of her friend's body, and the opposite was also true. Marian saw no advantage on being seen by every man and woman around as the perfect breeding wife. But she did take advantage of her size, beating up everyone who got in her way, being feared and respected by the boys since she was a child. However brave she was, Marian was shocked with fear when she saw Brianna completely naked lying on some old rocks, on the hilltop. On her chest, just between her tits, Marian saw the strange symbol the forest creature had burned on her friend's skin. Neither of them paid much attention to the ramblings of Friar Theodore, but she remembered that symbol as something diabolical. The cursed site, the strange disappearance of her friend, and now this. It was all too much to ignore. The devil had to be behind all this. None of that stopped Marian from helping Brianna. She would not be a coward like those loathsome men from the village. She took Brianna with ease from the rock where she had stood still for hours. Feeling her muscles move again was very strange, but Brianna felt protected by angels when touched by Marian's warm soft breasts as she was cuddled by her savior. Marian took Brianna in her arms, putting her own cloak around her fragile friend. "You'll be alright" Marian repeated trying actually to calm her own self. "Marian?" Brianna finally spoke when they were reaching the forest to go downhill, "I had a dream." "Come now, honey, it's alright," Marian tried to press her more tightly against her body, fearing Brianna's apparently frozen skin. "Mommy thanked me," she said softly, "she said they needed me, and I was brave to give myself to them." Marian immediately thought Brianna was hallucinating after being attacked. This time, they seemed to have ganged up on her, those cowards! Was one of Brianna's brothers involved in this? Marian kept her anger for later, though. Her sole concern for now was to take her friend to safety - to some place she could warm Brianna back to life, if that was still possible. — — When Marian got back to the village, no one seemed to know how to react. There she was, with Brianna on her arms, coming from the accursed hilltop just as she said she would. More than that, Brianna was obviously naked under Marian's cloak. Who was to blame for that? Their first answer was Brianna herself. Although it took most of them only seconds to place blame on the victim, the violent look from Marian's eyes kept their mouths shut. By themselves, no one would cross Marian, who seemed to have developed a murder lust while she came back from the forest wondering what had really happened to her dearest friend. Marian held the whole village responsible even without knowing what happened, while they managed to hold Brianna herself responsible. Coll came right out in front of the small mob formed by everyone who tried searching for Brianna. He was a young, strong man of 30, blond with a dispersed beard and cold blue eyes. There was an animal quality to his whole demeanor that few men around would challenge. Marian, however, was a known match to him. With Coll was Osgar, his father, whose fighting spirit dwindled after his wife's death, 19 years ago. His eyes popped from his face showing he spent most of those years drinking. His most threatening aspect was the clear marks of battle he still wore proudly. This was a man who knew war intimately. Old age and drunkenness did not seem to have conquered him completely. Right behind them was Friar Theodore, a slim redheaded man whose wit and discourse had conquered allies among the most savage souls of his flock. He married piety and malevolence in just the right way to maintain his status as the religious leader of the village, mastering in practice what the Holly Church had bestowed upon him in theory: the divine mission of shepherding those souls. They placed themselves as if Marian had the moral duty to explain what happened before making any attempt to put Brianna down and attend to her properly. This infuriated Marian even more. There could be no words for the utter disrespect she felt for her own village, so she just kept walking. One by one, they felt her silent anger, about to burst into uncontrollable violence if tested, and they gave way. Marian asked her own mother, Kyna, to take care of Brianna. They had some differences between them, and her friendship with that poor girl was one of them, but she knew her mother would not turn a blind eye to anyone in need. Her house was similar to that of Brianna's, as were most of the houses in the village. It was, however, significantly smaller. There lived Marian, Kyna, Gilmore (Kyna's senile husband) and Jack (Marian's much younger brother, who was about to turn 9). In there also lived their two goats. Just outside, on the back, they had some chickens and rabbits. They laid and covered Brianna in Kyna's bed. The mother felt the girl was now feverish. As they tried to figure out what had happened in order to know how she could help, people were gathering around Osgar and discussing the whole situation. They were pretty sure none of them had done anything to Brianna, and they all saw how fast Marian had found and brought her back, so she could not be blamed for anything. But did Marian do anything the night before, having no trouble to find Brianna now and bring her back? It seemed unlikely, for everyone knew how much they loved each other. The whole discussion only made stronger the more ominous possibility: something unnatural happened on the ancient ruins of the monastery. Eventually, Friar Theodore came to Kyna's home. Both women welcomed him with a disapproving stare, which made him question everything he had just discussed outside with the others. There seemed to be no doubt in the women's eyes that someone, probably a whole gang, had raped Brianna and left her to die in the forest. "What happened?" he asked, staring at Brianna and avoiding Marian's cold look. "Now you want to know that?" she towered over the thin priest, "never before?" "What are you talking about?" the Friar looked at her from the height of his respectful title. "I'm talking about every time you ignored what they did to her," Marian came walking to him with her breasts thrown up, which had the effect a man would get from a muscular chest plus an intimidation by embarrassment: it's impossible to ignore such big breasts from a tall woman. Marian then aggressively pointed at Brianna, "Look what it came to!" "You're making very serious accusations, young girl," the Friar responded unafraid. "Who are you accusing? Or is this just the ramblings of a woman?" "I'll show you my ramblings," she yelled, lifting her closed fist. "Marian," cried Kyna, "control yourself!" The daughter obeyed, and tried to calm her heart again. "We discussed the events of this night," the Friar came back to his point, "and found no one to be in the woods with Brianna since yesterday morning." "No one is responsible?" Marian asked with scorn, "Why am I not surprised?" "No one did this!" The Friar insisted, "but obviously something did!" "What the hell do you mean?" asked Kyna. "Precisely!" Theodore had a sad smile to the irony he saw on her language. He turned to Marian and asked "did you not find her on the forbidden ruins of the monastery?" Marian had no answer. She was shocked the men from the village were about to blame ghosts for their lustful crimes. "You expect us to believe some dead nuns came back from the dead to rape Brianna?" Marian was about to strike him. "I expect you to know your place!" Theodore took a step back and opened the heavy curtain that served as the house's front door. "Let them take her to the house of the Lord!" In came Osgar along with all his six sons. Marian put herself in front of Brianna. "She needs praying, Marian," Friar Theodore explained. "Relax, Friar," intervened Coll, with a smirk, "I think Marian wants to play." She knew she couldn't contain all seven men alone, not if she wanted to protect Brianna at same time. The Friar would not be a threat in a fight, but even he could lift Brianna up and take her as Marian tried to manage all the rest. And Osgar, this morning of all times, seemed to be sober. Maybe he really cared for Brianna deep down, and her disappearance had kept him away from alcohol since he woke up. "I want no trouble in our house," Kyna stated, for Brianna's brothers as much as for Marian. "She needs help, not praises to God," her daughter argued. "You blasphemous whore!" cried the Friar, although still not coming one inch closer to Marian. "I took a good look before, Marian," Kyna said very calmly, "I don't know what happened to her save from signs of what you already guessed. But they would not be here facing us nor searching for her during the whole morning if they were really to blame." "If not them, who else?" cried Marian. "You have no right to hold my daughter hostage," Osgar finally stepped up, "Let me take her to the house of the Lord, and if there is anyone to blame but the Devil, we'll find out!" It was strange to hear Osgar's sober voice. Marian could sense nothing but true concern in it, so she let them pass. Coll was still mocking her with his eyes. She faced him the whole time, eager to set straight all their long lasting hate for each other. He was the one who caught Brianna up, and he provocatively kissed his sister's forehead right in front of Marian, before leaving through the back entrance, heading for the church. — — Coll felt how hot his sister was through the thick cover he had kept around Brianna when he took her out of bed. Soon he was eager to take his own cloak off, as if they weren't in the middle of the winter. He was vividly aware of her skin, the only softness he enjoyed in life, was right underneath that wooly blanket. His sister looked so fragile, sweating and moaning, her pink lips slightly apart. Coll was viscerally aware she was in fact naked, and he had never desired her more. He felt like taking her in the middle of the village, in front of everybody. Then he suspected something unnatural had really happened to her. He had always desired her, even their brothers could not deny they knew it, but she was never so intoxicating before. That evoked his sense of property. Who, ghost or not, had taken his sister, that soft tender pale body that belonged to him? Revenge kept his lust in check just long enough to get her to the church. His brothers stayed behind, either trying to talk to Marian to find any clues about what happened or simply avoiding Brianna's presence. Perhaps they felt she had just shamed and disgraced their family. Only Osgar and Theodore accompanied Coll to the church. Just when they got inside, Brianna moaned a little louder. They could not tell, but she felt a strange discomfort, one strong enough to wake her up a bit. She looked around and saw the blurred vision of her brother. She got scared and tried to move, but she had no strength yet. Through the effort to get rid of his arms, so feebly he didn't even understand her intention, Brianna's eyes moved about. She would never have guess that this was the church she knew since she was born. All she saw were simple paintings on the wall showing a man with his bare chest, strong soldiers and pleading, kneeling women. It looked as if they'd continue to tear the long haired man's clothing, revealing his skinny but muscled body, and the women seemed eager to blow the soldiers. Her brother passed by a statue of a woman with her belly and breasts visible under her carved on her garments, a beautiful hood delineating her gentle face. She imagined the naked body under her clothing, before realizing it was the same image of the Virgin Mary under which she prayed when she was little and believed in her power. She couldn't understand what was going on, but images of the night before came back to her. She remembered the fire, the deer, and the voice she took as her mother's. She could feel the nuns grasping her whole body and that demon cumming fire inside her. Suddenly, she was aware of her body, and then she knew where her pain came from. Since the moment they stepped inside the church, she was burning from her low belly down to her cunt. Something was suffering inside her, and she felt the only way to stop it was to get out of that sanctified building. Brianna began to fight harder for her freedom, and Coll could not contain her anymore. "What the hell is going on?" he asked, half to his sister and half to the other two. All her energy went to her arms and legs. She was unable to speak and push at the same time, so she'd only mumble her desire to get free from there, but not one of them understood her. "Hold her, Coll," Osgar complained, coming closer. "Here," intervened the Friar, "put her on any bench." As they did so, laying her body right under the Virgin Mary's gaze, Coll tried to contain her upper body, while Friar Theodore got a hold of her ankles to dominate her legs. As soon as he touched her, the Friar felt a forgotten pleasure: he immediately was turned on. His cock came to a full hard on, and he felt as if anyone could see it, even though Osgar was completely worried with his daughter's state and Coll had her body and his own arousal to focus on. "Control your sister!" the Friar cried to Coll, "there's no way I'll manage to hold someone so young and strong!" Friar Theodore had to get up and lose her legs, worried sick about the effect she had on him. Coll almost lay on top of her whole body in order to contain it, but she was already getting tired and giving up on fighting her strong brother, half aware of where she actually was. Brianna gave out a cry, a weak cry, and then lost her mind in exhaustion again. The strange thing that hurt her inside and needed to get away from the church was also draining most of her energy. The Friar was now sure that she had accepted an unnatural relation with Lucifer during her disappearance. He was eager to get a hold of himself before taking any action or saying anything else. Still, his mind could not forget the touch of her ankles and his cock still seemed about to explode. "Do not let her do or say anything if she wakes up," he told Osgar and Coll while grabbing a cloth and shoving it inside her mouth. He then stormed away to his chambers. Now on top of his sister, lusting even more for her, Coll could barely wait to get rid of his father and be alone with her. It took effort not to fuck her even with Osgar right there. He put his hand on top of Brianna's mouth so the cloth would keep gagging her, but this dominating gesture made him sweat in excitement. "Father," Coll spoke with his eyes fixed on Brianna, "please, find the others and tell them she's not waking up." Osgar looked at Coll, relieved. His son couldn't notice it, since he was intently containing himself, but Osgar was also afflicted by the strange and supernatural lust that took hold of both men who had touched Brianna. This lust was not as violent on Osgar as it was on them, but he was slowly getting anxious. Her body seemed to be subtly teasing him, though he knew not how. Osgar was not aroused yet, but he could sense and fear his own desire growing for his daughter. When Coll expected an answer, he saw his father merely turning away and rapidly walking down the aisle and out to the village. The door slammed shut behind Osgar. Coll leered at Brianna, fragile and powerless. He could finally savor it. Trembling in anticipation, he helped her blanket slip open, revealing her tight bosom. He had always thought that, beautiful though they were, her breasts could be a bit bigger, but the strange thing was that now they did seem fuller. It could not be, and actually looking at them they most certainly weren't, but Coll could not dismiss the fact that his desires seemed to have been granted. Her tits were more attractive now than ever. He touched them, felt them in his hands, played with her hard nipples. They were never like this when he had fucked her before. She was never aroused by him. There was only resistance, but this time there was no response at all from his sister. He had her. His hand slid down her body caressing her, leaving Brianna completely naked as he brushed the blanket aside. When he came down to her cunt and touch her, he could feel immediately the strong scent from her pussy, as she got completely wet from the most subtle touch. However, it also made a strange mark appear. On her chest, right in the middle, between the top of her breasts, he saw a five-pointed star. As it revealed itself completely, he was drawn in by the image. He had seen that symbol before. He could remember clearly the last time it happened: there was one star like that among his mother's effects when he helped his father burn everything that belonged to her and throw out whatever resisted the fire. He was eleven years old when she died, and he still remembered the time before that, when she offered a simplified explanation for the item. She said it was God and Goddess joined together, the whole meaning of like. Coll had no time to think about it, for it was immediately followed by a female evanescent form lifting herself from his sister, as if her spirit became independent from her body. Only the ghostly form he saw was clearly someone else. Her firm big tits would put Brianna to shame, her stomach was strong, her neck was delicate, her hair was of a strange green shade and flowed down to her knees. Coll got up and drew the dagger he had with him, as he felt the whole church suddenly become icy cold. The strange woman smiled to him, as he lost himself in her green shinning eyes, which seemed to emit a thin fleeting vapor. She was translucent no more, and she was completely naked, a more perfect body than he had ever imagined. She walked confidently towards him as if he was unarmed. The woman actually stared at him like one would face a scared mouse. He did back down until he hit the base of the Virgin Mary's statue. The creature smiled defiantly at the female figure and then faced Coll again. He was a violent 30 year old man, one who spent most of his life in battle or taking violently, not only Brianna, but other girls from the village who had no strong brother or cousin to protect them. Not to mention when they had plundered enemies and raped their wives. Even so, Coll felt like a virgin when this strange spirit said to him "I see it, boy." Mistress of the Fey Ch. 02 She was looking at his still aching hard cock, as if she saw through cloth, and completely ignored the dagger he had put between them. He kept deciding to stab her, but was unable to complete the act. There was not an inch in her body he would dent. He, who never knew beauty he would not destroy or take, could not harm such a staggering creature. For all the women he hurt in his life, this one he would not attack, even to defend himself. The creature came closer to him and touched his wrist. The dagger fell to the floor. Her naked body came closer and closer to him, her thighs caressing between his, her breath down his neck, near his ear. "You want me Coll", she said with an icy breath, "and you will fuck me." The word 'fuck' hit him hard. He could feel her tits pressing his chest. She grabbed his hair and shoved his face into her breasts. His mouth opened immediately and he licked and sucked her as best he could. She smiled as he could not decide between savoring her hard nipples or desperately licking her whole bosom. "Drop your pants," she ordered, and he obeyed eagerly, throwing every layer of clothing he wore to the ground. She pulled his face from her body and slapped him hard, smiling. No one had ever treated him like that. "Look at you," she mocked, "so eager to please me. Don't you want to just give this cock to me?" she slapped him again. Coll felt confused. He didn't know what was happening. His thoughts could not take form since she had appeared completely naked in front of him. He was partly stuck in that moment, so he could not understand anything that happened since, and from the present he grasped only his own desire. His cock was hurting now, as were his balls. He needed to fuck that spirit, or something. He needed that so bad he could not fear her nor attack her, not even react to the humiliation he felt from her laughter. His back was against the statue, his legs were softly bent down since he sucked her breasts. Her strong delineated legs came around him and she mounted Coll. She was tight, but not much, so he felt the luscious resistance going in, but not enough he wouldn't slide inside her body as far as she intended. To his fear, she was freezing cold inside. His cock hurt, but it had the opposite effect one would expect from the cold. He felt her cunt bringing him in. She controlled him, and her moan was the pure sound of Lust. The creature was smiling, a naughty smirk that planted a strange fear in his mind. She could have him any way she wanted now. He had it confirmed by her throwing her legs around him, hitting the statue's base and breaking stone to form herself in a complete embrace. Her fingers were penetrating the Virgin's legs. He was between the pious statue and this demon, as she rocked up and down on his cock, pulsing as she moved. At a loss, he saw his sister. The cloth put in her mouth was now on the floor. She was lying naked as he had left her, but she was biting her fingers and moving her body as if experiencing great pleasure. She grabbed the blanket beneath her and bit it intently. Brianna was moaning loudly, and her hips and thighs came up and down as if someone was fucking her. She moved with the rhythm of the demon, and when it started to fuck Coll wildly, Brianna's tits violently jolted about. The creature grabbed his head and focused him on her, taking his attention away from Brianna. It was her great breasts he saw jolting now, provocatively rubbing his face. He gave himself to it, licking her all over. She was playing with her hips and swinging them with abandonment, and he finally and loudly came. While she still rode him hard, now a dark set of majestic black wings spread from her back. She stared at him and he saw how deep he could gaze into her, as if her eyes were the gates of the Abyss. There came a tail from her back, and it grabbed his leg. Her entire being was squirming and clinging on him, as his cock would not tire nor stop cumming, yet, he was still desperate for release. He could barely breathe, as she kept sucking the sheer life out of him. Finally, Marian got to the church. Since she had learned they had left Brianna alone with Coll, she tried to get away from their brothers and come to her aid. It was hard, but she finally managed to get rid of them and ran to help her friend. When she came in, she saw no demon. At the very moment Marian forced the door, the winged monster let go of Coll and became invisible again. Marian saw only what she expected: Brianna was clearly just released from someone fucking her, and Coll was still cumming. Even though they were not near each other, Marian had no way to guess differently than the worst scenario. The damn man had raped his sister even inside the church. She bolted furiously to Coll, whose mind was as weak now as his body. He tried to look at who came running, but he saw only her fist before it crashed hard on his mouth, even braking one of his teeth. There was no time to recover, for she grabbed Coll's neck and thrust his head back, hitting the nape of his neck against the statue behind him. Marian did not see, however, that the demon was still there. While Marian ran to hit Coll, the creature had given herself with abandonment to licking any cum on the floor. Brianna was waking up, and she saw the demon smiling, licking something shinning from the aisle. It was beautiful like mead, not like the day to day drink they might enjoy in her village, but in the greatest description of ancient poetry. That was the sacred liquid of the old ways. The demon's bulging chest softly caressed the floor and its hard, cold tongue licked the dirt along with the cum. The long, green hair; the poisonous eyes; the great hips up on the air; it was all as beautiful to Brianna as the liquid the creature devoured. She wanted to share it with the demon, and she did. Down to floor went Brianna, tongue first, with a smile on her face as soon as she touched the first drop. Even though Marian was smashing Coll's skull with her fury, the creature knew there was little time. It grabbed Brianna and gave her a profound kiss, thrusting down her throat what cum it had caught within its mouth. Marian saw her friend with her knees on the floor, her beautiful skinny body naked and poised as she stretched her torso up, as if she was kissing the air. From behind, Marian could not perceive Coll's cum being fed to Brianna. Coll had already made his sister drink his cum. This time, it tasted nothing like before. Brianna felt restored and completely awake. Marian looked at her, surprised. Her friend seemed slender and agile, not weak and thin as usual. Her blonde hair seemed to glow despite the dim light inside the church. But they had no time to understand everything that happened there. Marian had given them the slip, but now Brianna's other brothers finally burst into the church. They saw Coll fallen, bleeding from his head, without any pants and with his cock apparently dried out and frozen, while Marian had blood on her hand and coat, and Brianna stood completely naked in the middle of the nave, as if her nakedness was completely natural. They came running, her older brother, Hidvar, in front. The demon, still invisible to anyone but Brianna, whispered strange words in her ear. The girl heard herself mouthing them instinctively, and the big man was halted in the middle of a step. She could feel him. Brianna was not only seeing him, she sensed his vital energy, his anger, his blood, everything that was life in him. The others were in shock. Brianna suddenly felt so powerful, she found an untamed audacity inside herself, even to try an idea that came to her head. She forcefully moved her arms as if she pushed him, and it worked! Hidvar was thrown away and knocked all the other men behind him. Brianna could not contain her laughter. Marian found it as funny as startling, but Brianna was trembling with joy, her body lightly stepping the floor with only the tips of her feet. The commotion, however, had hurried the Friar back. He saw both Marian, who he hated as a person prone to independence far beyond the role of a woman, and the provocative Brianna, in his eyes the last corruption left behind by her mother's soul, buck naked inside his church. Even worse, he noticed the pagan star on her chest. "Be gone, demon!" shouted Friar Theodore as he came from behind the altar marching with his cross held high. Brianna looked at the symbol of death Theodore had in his hand. It troubled and enlightened her at the same time. That pain she felt when her brother had brought her into the church had now become only a discomfort because she was so strong. But it was only when she saw the Friar that she understood what that pain was. This whole place, intolerant to life, with its big god hanging dead on the altar, all this church was a tomb to her. Marian was at a loss and simply looked at Brianna, ready to protect her or to attack the men, as her friend would need. But Brianna felt it was better to stop while she had the advantage. Throwing her brother at the others seemed to have cost her a bit or the strange energy she had inside herself. Who knew what more she could do before running it all out? On the other hand, she wondered if she was understanding this properly? Would she need that strange mead she drank before in order to be this strong? "Don't be silly, girl," it was that voice who so made her think of the mother she never knew, coming dimly from far away, "you are the power." Brianna looked back and found the demon going through a side exit, as if guiding her. She called Marian with a simple look while her brothers worked up the courage to face her again. Both women ran out of the church. Brianna had no need of clothing or blankets to face the freezing morning outside. Running was fun. Brianna felt free and powerful, independent at last from all those men she left behind. Smiling, both women abandoned the village and entered the forest. Mistress of the Fey Ch. 03 Brianna's mind flew as fast as her feet. From the moment she came back to the forest, she knew happiness as she could not imagine it. If inside the church she sensed her brother's body from inside out, here everything was alive and connected to her – so intimate to her mind as her flesh and blood. She was lighter and faster, and Marian, who could normally outmatch Brianna in any physical activity, was left behind. Brianna rejoiced in the wind, the leaves, the grass, even the sunshine, which seemed to caress her naked body from head to toe and make her hair glow. Never minding the cold morning breeze or the freezing harsh ground on her light feet, she ran fast and effortlessly. She went past the clearing where she had met the strange deer the night before. When Marian finally reached that same spot, there was no sign of her friend. Marian even had trouble finding the path through which she had gone up and rescued Brianna that same morning. This strange situation increased Marian's fear that maybe the Friar's words had some sense in them. Maybe Brianna was somehow under the spell of some demon, or something. The notion never developed itself in her mind. Fear made her open her eyes to other dangers back in the village. It pressed her attention, and they were so strong she even decided to run back instead of following the maddened Brianna. The latter would not think about what had just reached Marian's mind until much later. — — Brianna felt powerful and free. However, the hilltop was still a strong and violent memory, so she instinctively avoided it. She only stopped running when she reached the river, and she did it simply because the water's sound was suddenly so new and fresh to her. To her ears, the flowing water was singing, to her eyes, the wet rocks were glittering, just for her. After running fast for a long time, she was breathing no harder than before. At last she looked back, expecting to find Marian, but she only saw the deer from the night before. She had a mild scare, and now she felt naked. The deer ran back into the woods. Brianna felt a bit stupid for being ashamed of her body there, but not in the church in front of her brothers, the Friar and Marian. She looked around, worried that something could have happened to her friend. How could she run like that and not even realize she had left Marian behind when they were fleeing the village? She began to walk back, but the deer came out of the woods once again, only this time rabbits, squirrels, foxes and many other animals, even birds, came near the river and stood staring at her. She was amazed to notice even some small fishes were apparently lingering near her, and three women, whose thin garments resembled foam, popped from the water and leaned over the rocks. Strange though it seemed, none of it scared her really, for the power inside herself still kept her confident, but she felt something strange. Looking down with some effort, she managed to see the mark on her chest. It had gotten a lot darker and well defined. From the trees came the demon she met on the hilltop. The beautiful face of a young man, horns on the back of his head — which remained as big as they had gotten when he came inside her —, short brown hair, muscular huge body, legs of a gigantic furry bull, completely naked as before. This time however, Brianna was immediately and shamelessly staring at his enormous cock, as it grew hard and ready in a second. She saw the veins widening and it all standing like a rock. Brianna felt her clit trembling and her nipples got so hard they ached. She felt something else. All the eyes around her were lusting. Even the women from the lake seemed to long for every inch of her body. They caressed themselves lightly, each one either biting or licking their lips. Suddenly, the hot female demon she saw in church came out of her chest again, even though Brianna had no recollection of it coming back inside her while she ran from the village. Instead of the confident haughty woman from before, the demon seemed now desperate and troubled. She fell from Brianna right to the ground, and the girl could feel the demon's electrifying lust. Its cunt was soaked. Her juices ran down her butt, as she was now sitting on the ground, leaned over her left leg. Her hands were on the ground, and her hanging big tits looked harder, as if they were completely rigid of desire. Her green hair was voluptuously falling to the grass, sensually evoking someone to pull it and fuck her. Brianna saw the translucent form of the demon's wings. They were down and seemed feeble. It took all her strength not to fly to that cock. "Contain yourself, Maeve," the horned monster ordered, even though Brianna, paralyzed and surprised with her own arousal, felt both creatures lusting for each other. Both male and female demons trembled. "Why don't you stand down, then, Ciarán?" was the winged demon's response, avoiding looking at the creature's pulsating cock. Maeve knew very well even the creature from the forest could not resist Brianna's appeal now that he had woken up her power without any preparation or training. "Please," Brianna intervened. "Fuck me..." the wrong words came out of her mouth. She was embarrassed, but the creatures gave her time do adjust. "Please, tell me! Who are you all? What have you done to me?" The horned creature came a step closer, but stopped, for Maeve immediately focused on his hard-on. She was salivating and her eyes seemed barbaric. "I'm Ciarán," the horned creature began from afar, "and I was given the privilege of waking you up." "Are you the devil?" Brianna asked. "That's what your people have been calling us for far too long," Ciarán answered. "But I hoped to be your friend, as my father was to your mother." Brianna looked surprised and a bit frightened when she heard that word. "I know Grainne because she talks through the forest, and she believes in you; in your potential." Brianna was dying to touch herself, no matter how much she wanted to know about all this. What was happening to her? She felt more and more fragile, naked and in need of a cock that would fill her completely. "Stop torturing us," Maeve intervened, letting her hair cover her eyes in order to shield them from his beautiful muscular body, and her own desire to mount even those horns. "If you want our help, go away! I'll talk to her. I will fulfill the mission you imposed on me. Or else stay here and fuck, and survive us if you can!" Ciarán was content to hear Maeve's acceptance. He went away, worrying where he'd find so many creatures to fuck in order to contain himself from coming back for Brianna and Maeve. He could not risk it now. He was gone and could not entice them anymore, but Maeve's lust would not dwindle now. Just like Brianna's, once excited her cunt needed satisfaction. The creature reached down and touched her clit. To Brianna's astonishment, she felt the touch between her own legs. The demon rubbed herself impatiently, thrusting her crotch against her pleasing hands, while Brianna tried to get away from the ghostly feeling of being touched and pleased by the air itself. Since she was as aroused as Maeve, she felt torn between her cunt's hunger being satisfied and her fear of the unknown. She tried to understand what was going on by looking at the demon, but the sight of Maeve's tits bouncing as she desperately rubbed her clit was almost maddening. Brianna could feel that far away hand bringing her closer to cumming as fast as it could. She felt her wet pussy rubbed. Then came the feeling of a finger, precise as hell, to please her. Brianna lost her mind and she rubbed herself while still trying to figure out what was happening. It was too much. She felt twice the pleasure her own hand could give, twice the feeling a cunt can feel. Her pleasure and Maeve's joined themselves in a whirlwind of sensuous fulfilment through her whole body. Her legs lost their strength. She fell down hard on her knees, one hand to the frozen dirt of the ground as the other could not let go of her pussy. She screamed with all her soul. Pleasure burst from her whole body through every inch of her skin. Both hers and Maeve's climaxes electrified her pussy at once. She fell forward, throwing her beautiful butt in the air. Her body was instinctively acting as if she was really fucking, though nothing had ever enticed and satisfied her like that. She thrust her butt back again and again as she kept screaming, until her tired little body fell completely on the grass. Over the scent so much nature around her, she could smell her own juices, now covering the ground between her legs. From the ground, her eyes looked a bit up and she saw Maeve sitting with her feet far apart and her legs softly laid over each other. The creature was breathing hard, but when she threw her long hair back, Brianna saw how pleased and amused the demon was, happily smiling. Brianna stared at the creature with wonder, feeling sudden and repeated waves of hard pleasure pulsing from her cunt. The ground seemed colder and harsher than before, but she still could easily tolerate the icy discomfort. Maeve got up and spread her dark wings open, opaque now as natural wings are. She looked like a goddess, despite the strange tail Brianna could see behind Maeve's strong but delicate legs. There was, however, another quality on the demon's body Brianna hadn't completely noticed until now. It appeared Maeve only had hair on her head. Most noticeably, her pussy had no trace of hair. Brianna had never seen a woman so revealed. It was strange, but also beautiful. Content, Maeve's eyes looked sweet, despite the greenish vapors that seemed to scape from them. Brianna marveled at the creature's elegant shoulders, her firm lean arms. Her breasts were impressive, since they seemed too hard and firm for their size. Only a few ribs remained to be seen below her tits, which looked even bigger because her nipples were so small. Her breasts surely did not hang as low as they should. Was that magic also, or could nature design such a tempting form? "What have you done to me?" Brianna finally asked, trembling, unable to lift her face from the ground yet. "I'm sorry," Maeve was sincerely touched looking at someone so powerful and yet untrained, "I had to release that much energy, and I knew you'd feel it too. You didn't know that, did you?" Brianna had a sad look on her face. She was about to cry. She was feeling less and less confident, as she began to believe she was truly crazy. She half expected the demon's hand to pass through her when it leaned down and touched her carefully. "Get up, poor girl," Maeve said in a soft voice, "let's get you cleaned up from all these strange adventures and this dirt." Maeve gently walked Brianna to the river and got in the water with her. She was reluctant, but it felt good when the water touched her. "Why am I not cold? Why don't I mind being naked?" she sought the demon's guidance. "Well, my young girl," the creature hadn't dealt with anyone this ignorant for many centuries, "let's start with some proper introductions, shall we? I am Maeve. Your people have a Latin name for my kind, but I despise religious archetypes. I prefer my individual name, alright?" "I'm Brianna," the girl said, in a humble way. "Oh, dear," Maeve smiled, "I know that! That hunky creature that teased us so much with his marvellous cock is Ciarán, son of Kenth, the ancient Master around here. His father was killed by one of those priest-warriors the Church uses to rape our sacred lands. That was many years before you were born. Back then, that wretched chief-nun trapped me inside the pentagram you are now wearing in your own body." Maeve was washing Brianna's body, and she had just caressed the symbol marked on the girl's chest. Brianna looked down, but she was having a hard time not focusing on Maeve's beautiful forms. She had just cum, but her eyes seemed already eager. Maeve was well aware of that, but she also wanted to focus on some basic instructions for that young naïve woman. "For some time I tempted the thoughts of young nuns and their inexperienced cunts, even from inside the pentagram," Maeve continued, "which they were unable to destroy, until that Friar Theodore came along. He forged it into a new symbol, that damn Cross with which they celebrate the death of their god. I could never understand that. Well, it was just my luck, for the Friar did not kill me in the process, as he thought he would. I endured, and I finally was able to turn the Mother Superior mad, making her burn the convent. Through lust, I turned each nun's desperate mind, as they faced the fire about to consume them. I thus banished every one of those stupid girls away from their Heaven." "That's terrible," Brianna was sorry for saying it the second she uttered the words. "Oh really?" Maeve looked at her unimpressed, pausing the girl's bath for a while, "What about destroying our ways, building a convent where the horned god and the mother goddess were celebrated, killing those who loved the forest and its creatures, raping the old priestesses? In truth, your aunts were also run away by that same church that blessed your violent and abusive brothers!" Brianna was shocked, feeling suddenly on display. "Oh, yes," Maeve resumed the bath, "I know about that. If there's something I'm aware about it is sex, dear girl, especially when they do it away from buildings and walls." That brought another issue to Brianna's mind. "Please, tell me," she asked, "what just happened?" She was referring, of course, to the amazing double masturbation she had experienced some minutes before. "Well," Maeve responded, "you're quite the slut yourself, aren't you, dear?" Brianna simply looked amazed at the demon. "You see, Ciarán burned the crucifix in, let's say, unholy fire. It worked, as it became what it once was, and I was reinvigorated in the process. When he forced the pentagram inside your chest, he hoped our natures were akin enough for me to become your demon, a helper-protector you might say. And it worked! It worked much better than he had hoped, I'm sure. We are so much akin, that you even feel my desires and pleasures. Your true demon is always your nature, you see?" "Not really," answered Brianna. "You are such a bitch in heat, my dear girl," Maeve answered, "that you take advantage even of my pleasure, and pleasure is the very source of my power and existence, mind you." Brianna was surprised to hear such terms used as a compliment. She could feel that was the sense from Maeve's tone. She was actually beginning to like this strange and ravishing creature now bound to her, and she agreed that they had something in common, even though she still had many questions about the event in the church. And about Ciarán? Why did he fuck her? Why did she love it so much? She wanted to enjoy this new sense of friendship she was beginning to feel with Maeve, instead of just asking questions. She never felt like that with anyone save from Marian. "Heavens, Marian!" Brianna exclaimed aloud, getting up from the river. The conversation had calmed her down, and now she snapped back to the world around her. "You know, you should really think about cutting this hair down here," Maeve commented. Getting up, Brianna had unintentionally leveled her cunt with the demon's line of sight. "What?!" Brianna asked, looking down. "Never mind," Maeve got up, "your friend could not keep up with you when you were so drunk with power, darling." "How could I forget her?" Brianna got out of the river, worried sick, with a pain in her stomach thinking of what could have happened to her friend. — — Brianna came back to the village, easily tracing Marian's steps. She was happy and worried at the same time after realising that Marian had not been lost or overtaken in the forest by another strange creature. When she got to the village, however, she was shocked and terrified. On the last tree of the forest, as a sign protecting the village, Kyna and Jack, Marian's brother and mother, were hanging from a strong branch. They had clearly been beaten to death. Both child and mother looked as if torn by the savage villagers fighting to protect their own souls by torturing and murdering Marian's kin, since she was now in clear association with the devil, through Brianna. Marian's senile father was nowhere to be seen, and she herself was still missing. Brianna cried in anguish, terrified to look at those people she had loved and cared for. They had been more of a family to her than those of her flesh and blood. Brianna was trembling with despair, for she could not stop imagining the worst when thinking about her friend. To be continued. Mistress of the Fey Ch. 04 I'd like to thank 0nlyEditing for his great help. The following Chapter has nudity and sexual arousal, but it does not contain sexual intercourse. I focused a lot on plot and world development. I hope you enjoy the story in spite of that. I strongly recommend that Chapter 1, 2 and 3 are read before one reads this one. Many thanks, good reading. ***** Maeve observed as Brianna covered her tits and slender waist with the stolen cloth she'd taken from an empty house near the forest. The movement was hasty, as if covering it was not only useful to go back into the village, but somehow necessary for some other reason. "That's modesty again, isn't it?" Maeve accused her. Brianna kept trying to make whatever she had stolen into some sort of clothing that would not draw attention to them both. She bent a bit, when she heard Maeve's words, for she feared someone would hear them too. Brianna was having a hard time getting used to the fact that Maeve could speak inside Brianna's mind even when the demon was physically manifest outside of her, as she was at that moment. While Brianna hid under a low rock wall that would not protect her head from sight if she were not bent, Maeve was sitting on top of the same wall, still completely naked. Despite there being many clouds in the sky, the afternoon was bright, and Maeve's skin looked beautiful. She sat with her gorgeous legs crossed, holding one ankle while casually swinging the other leg. She held herself upright with her strong thighs, keeping her balance. This position made her arms press her breasts, as if she could not avoid being provocative. If someone were able to see her from the other side of the wall, her ass was back far enough to give the happy fellow a peek at her pussy. Seeing her like that made Brianna very uncomfortable. She had to make an effort in order to believe in Maeve's invisible nature. Even when she tried showing herself, only those sexually aroused could see her if she was not consciously addressing their mind, which took some effort. Brianna found it weird that Maeve could walk around as naked as a newborn — if indeed demons were also born naked — and no one would know of the ravishing woman right in front of their eyes, even though the demon was showing her wings and her tail. "You're not ready," Maeve said, "you're forgetting what I told you, and you're getting shy." "I'm fine," Brianna protested, still speaking out loud, though in a soft and weak voice so no one would overhear her. "No, you're not." Maeve seemed a bit angry. "Know your limitations, young girl, or the hopes bestowed upon you will be lost before you even begin to understand them. You're getting shy because you're weakening, and that's because you burned a lot of energy to control your brother, then to run wildly and then to sustain yourself! You haven't eaten anything since yesterday evening. You're just a kitten. You must learn before you have your revenge." "I have no time," Brianna was developing the sense of answering from mind to mind. "Marian may be dead already. What chances would she have if I go back into the forest and really learn your ways before coming back for her?" "My ways?" Maeve made a weird expression that seemed to indicate, underneath her deceitful beauty and youth, a mind centuries old. "It's your own ways! Yours, mind you, at least after you learn from your aunts. They can harvest all life around them, as you will. I feed myself strictly from sex. I'm better at it than anyone, but I can help you with nothing but that." "That's plenty," Brianna said, trying to sound convincing. "It just may be," Maeve said thoughtfully, looking now to the way ahead, from the wall on top of which she sat to the church, where Brianna was convinced they'd imprisoned Marian, "I hope it is, for our sake." Maeve saw that she could not convince Brianna to wait until dark. But much of the village seemed deserted even now, in broad daylight. Two main events had drawn most of her neighbors away. Some of them were anxious to understand what would be made of Marian, so they lingered around the church, the only place in which they would trap someone who consorted with demons. Actually, they would've preferred to lynch and burn her, but the Friar had prevented the villagers from killing Marian, for some reason they did not completely understand. The other important event was the very day itself. The commotion had kept the village busy for most of the morning, but there was always work to be done, and there were those who, having missed the supernatural occurrence in the church, did not believe that Brianna could develop any powers, even with the help of the Devil. These skeptics joined the pragmatists, who recognized their responsibilities to the Earl. Had someone evoked the Devil or not, it would do no good to incite the Earl as well. Even so, Brianna moved as silently and carefully as she could, her bare feet caressing the ground, running from house to house, as she hid herself. She did not realise that her demon was ever watchful and, having no need to hide herself, Maeve could plainly see anyone that might call the crowd's attention to Brianna, had she failed to conceal herself properly. Ominously, the clouds got heavier when Brianna got to her last place of concealment. As she stood there, Brianna noticed how satisfied and eager people seemed, waiting around for the decision over one of their neighbor's fate. It was expectable that Marian should be killed in some violently cruel way, and people seemed to have forgotten that she had been born and raised around them, with their own children, or as their own friend. Through a gap in the crowd, at last Brianna saw Gilmore, Marian's father. He had a leash around his neck and some kids were laughing and throwing very small rocks at him. He was moving like an animal and barking. Someone had ordered him to act like a dog, so his feeble mind had accepted those words as Gospel. He was fully dedicated to it. Old Gilmore didn't understand the rocks, but he didn't seem to mind them as long as they didn't hurt him seriously. Maeve was no stranger to this morbid human lust for cruelty, but she waited for it to sink in before pointing out to Brianna that the crowd would not easily come out of its madness. She then explained her own plan. Brianna was rapidly convinced she should follow Maeve's suggestions, so she covered herself even more and discretely got closer to the crowd. As she did so, those near her began feeling strange. They were getting mildly aroused. At first, they did not realise what it was, they only felt a discrete invigorating energy, but as Brianna got closer the women began to feel a bit wet, and the men had to adjust themselves as their cocks slowly hardened. There was no apparent reason for Marian's gruesome fate to entice them, so men and women resisted a bit, but they could not avoid Brianna's supernatural, although unconscious, influence. As they felt vexed by this inappropriate lust, it was easier for Brianna to mingle with the crowd, until all of them were enticed. This prepared Maeve's move. "People of Christ!" the demon cried behind them all, showing herself freely to the sexually aroused crowd. She was flying, her dark wings majestically raising her for everyone to see. To balance her body while she tried not to move too much in the air — wings are not made to keep a creature still —, her legs were curved and slightly spread, showing her hairless cunt to all, which shocked everyone even more than she had hoped. "Release my follower! Let Marian go!" As marveled as the men and some women were, just looking at her — bare skin, demonic winged creature, violently bouncing big tits —, most of them panicked and ran. Brianna was thrown over by the crowd and almost fell to the ground. Some, however, went for rocks and pitchforks, ready to attack the demon. Maeve was glad they were up for some sport, so she began to fly about, provoking them almost within reach of their throws. She led the crowd away, trying to get her. Brianna took the opportunity to run inside the church. Maeve knew she had to stick around. It would not be safe to leave Brianna alone there but, more than that, Maeve could not get too far away from Brianna since she had been magically anchored to her by Ciarán. She kept circling the church. The sight was terrifying to the villagers down on the ground, who felt like they were living a nightmare. Some of them could take it no longer and fell down in prayer. Only a dozen of them still tried to hit her, throwing objects or looking for something to climb in order to attack her more directly. Brianna had the sense of closing the door behind her when she got into the church. No one had seen her outside, and she meant to keep this advantage. Immediately, she felt the same discomfort in her loins as when she last entered the church. She seemed to reject the place altogether. Her next decision was to hide behind one of two pillars that framed the nave's entrance. Here the floor seemed truly cold to her feet, unlike the comfortable ground of the woods. It felt like she was stepping on ice, and she kept moving them slightly to avoid the freezing pain. Brianna stealthily looked at the altar, which seemed morbid and decayed. Jesus hanging dead, all of his family crying, his fellow saints suffering... It seemed strange, alien to her now. On top of it, she felt as if her nudity, even though she was covered by the rags she'd stolen, was being cursed and judged by those figures. Brianna checked quickly if there was anyone around, desperate to step away from that freezing floor. As the place looked clear, she ran to the extensive red carpet that stretched from the beginning of the nave to the altar. The fabric felt rugged, harsh, as if made of very small thorns. Was there nothing in this place that didn't hate her body? None of the curses people might be screaming at Maeve reached Brianna inside. Believing Marian to be either killed or in great danger turned the church's sheer silence into a maddening feeling, as if all hope for her friend had died. Feeling cold and insecure, Brianna slowly advanced towards the altar and the only two internal doors, behind it at either side. She tried to ignore the rough carpet, as well as the broken statue of the Virgin Mary, a reminder of her first contact with Maeve, when the demon fucked Coll, her brother, almost to death. His blood was still there, where Marian had killed him. To Brianna's surprise, she reached the altar without any of those sad statues turning at her. A gut feeling told her to try the left door, and behind it she found a narrow stairwell. Looking up, she thought she could feel a familiar energy, she sensed Marian was not dead. It seemed that her energy had guided Brianna when she chose the correct door. Brianna was again stepping on hard freezing floor, but she was beginning to ignore any attacks from the mere environment, for each step of the stairs lead her closer to a strange unknown presence. She could feel it, but Brianna had no way of knowing if it was her imagination, the Friar, or something else. As she came nearer to the end of the stairs, she found an open door. She crouched on the steps, trying not to be noticed as she approached what appeared to be Theodore's lodging. It was a simple room, with a very small window, through which any light that might come in would first hit a tiny statue of a saint Brianna did not recognize. It looked like the Virgin Mary to her, and the woman did hold Jesus, but her dress was pink and she was wearing a crown. Besides the tiny altar with the holy image, the only furniture was the Friar's bed. Brianna didn't focus on any of that. She had found Friar Theodore standing, his back to the door, and Marian kneeling in front of him, her clothing all torn out, through which Brianna could see her friend's many bleeding injuries, clearly made by the spiky stick Theodore was holding. Marian's dark hair was disheveled about her head, shoulders and breasts as if she had been manhandled violently for hours. She had a serious expression now, but Brianna could see Marian had cried a lot. Her throat had marks of strangling, her big breasts and arms were red and scarred. In that position, her heavy body looked almost fat, unlike the hot big woman Brianna always envied. Both her hands were resting on her thighs, which had also suffered, and her palms were turned upward, as if she was accepting whatever the Friar might dish out. Her wrists had clear markings of being harshly tied up. Brianna felt worse in her stomach, but her shock became greater when Marian saw her. Her kneeling friend kept her cold expression, lifting her had to point at her. "Your Holiness," Marian coldly spoke to the Friar, who readily turned. Brianna could not move. She was completely on display, given away by the very friend she came to save. The Friar saw her on all fours at the stairs and quietly smiled. He felt no arousal even though Brianna was so close, indicating his preparations were working, and he was pleased to observe the turning of Marian seemed complete. Brianna was scared, her eyes being at the level of his feet, still unable to understand if the ominous presence she had felt came from him or from Marian. Brianna stumbled back, but Theodore confidently stepped on the rags she was wearing, making her miss a step and fall down the stairs completely naked. The poor young girl managed to avoid any serious injury, but her head, shoulders, ankles and knees were bruised in the fall. Theodore felt right. There was nothing more to fear from the girl. Even her nakedness did not pierce the holy protection he had prepared. His cock was as limp as it had been for years, with the dishonorable exception of that morning, when he had touched her directly. That naked thin girl on the foot of the stairs was clearly not to be feared now. Friar Theodore snapped his fingers and Marian got up. Brianna's downfall would seal Marian's preparation. "Save Brianna's soul," he ordered Marian. "Hold her so we can purge the Devil from inside her." Brianna was trying to get a hold of herself and get up, but moving gave her piercing pains right after the fall. She hadn't understood every word Theodore had said, but she sensed the frightfully focused Marian coming downstairs meant to hurt her even more. The shredded and blood stained clothing of her friend made her look even more threatening. "Marian, please," Brianna cried, "I came to save you!" "On the contrary," Theodore replied, "I'm the one who can save your soul, girl. All your village needs me dearly, and I shall make you obey the Lord as I have done with Marian." Instinctively Brianna raised her hand, as if she could hold Marian away. Some of Coll's energy was still with her, and her cowered mind summoned her power. She sensed Marian's body as a whole, feeling the strange presence inside her. Light seemed to be cleansing and wiping Marian's inner self. Brianna's effort to avoid Marian's advance could not restrain the strong woman. The frightened girl was much weaker, but did stop her friend for a second. It opened Marian's wounds a little. The woman would not scream for that, but Brianna could perceive her pain, which frightened her and made her lose her hold over Marian. When Marian was about to advance once more, they were all surprised by a great crash in the wall of the bedroom. The tiny window on the Friar's lodging and the walls around it were shattered. Maeve had been scaring the villagers away, but she was finally able to return. The demon had cracked a huge hole on the wall where there used to be only a small crack for the light to come in. Brianna saw in awe Maeve's strong body covered in dust, the diffuse light of the day delineating muscles on her legs, buttocks and back as her wings disappeared. Her stomach, breasts and face were shadowed, giving her a menacing look framed by her long dark green hair. The Friar was more angry than fearful. Maeve had landed on top of the little statue that rested in front of that same wall, but the tiny figure did not break as all other rock or brick from the church would under the demon's strength. This statue had accompanied Theodore for ages, and was as sacred a symbol as the pentagram which had held Maeve safe for many years. The saint depicted in the statue, unknown to Brianna, was Saint Anne, mother of the Virgin. Maeve immediately felt that the object had not been crushed, even though she stepped right on it, and in a second she began to feel why. The symbol was the source of the Friar's protection, the holy object upon which he had laid his prayers for decades. It sanctified his room and kept demons away. Maeve was strong enough to invade that protection but, unprepared, she could not resist it directly. Maeve could not hide from the Friar's eyes now, even though he was not aroused. The statue was beginning to hurt the demon, who stepped back, holding her body and protecting her big tits, now hurting. But pain was everywhere. Her skin felt hotter and hotter, while it hurt to simply step on the floor. Her loins were scorched, the very air in the room burning her with every breath. Maeve showed a demonic face, with fangs out and her hair of a toxic green just like her eyes trying to frighten and curse the Friar. It did not impress him. He was taken by his holy mission. "Down, demon!" Theodore cried with a potent and reverberating voice, lifting his chaplet high, almost as a shield. In pain, Maeve leaned her back against the wall, trying to muster the strength to both attack and fly away at the same moment, but she had to help Brianna some other way before trying to flee. Hiding and coming back would be too difficult in the very heart of the village. "I curse you back to Hell, demon," the Friar began to rumble, "in the name of the Holy Ghost! Go away and let this village free from your devilish will! Let us be free to love God! Away, Devil, away!" The pain of falling downstairs had receded, since Brianna was not that seriously hurt. She ran against Marian and tried to force some sense into her mind, grabbing her bruised shoulders and calling for her memory, but Marian simply held Brianna's thin neck and locked her against the wall. Theodore kept praying and coming closer to Maeve, who was ever more in pain. She couldn't contain herself and for a second curled her body, leaning down her head and losing the Friar from her sight. He took advantage of her inattention and put the chaplet around her neck. Maeve felt as if a 400-pound chain had suddenly dropped on her neck. As strong as she was, her body was fragile from the Friar's attacks and she immediately fell to her knees. That gorgeous woman, naked, suffering and kneeling as a helpless chained creature could entice the Friar. He felt it coming. It could break his resolve. The demon knew this. While trying to come near him, the weight on her neck made her get on all fours. Her weakening arms couldn't hold, so she fell to her elbows. Her hair fell to each side, revealing to Theodore her sensuous back, her thin waist, her smooth wide ass, leaning upward. The pain made her breath heavy, so Friar held his mind in Saint Anne and stepped back. "Kill the girl," he ordered to Marian, "there'll be no salvation for that creature." It took a second for Marian to fully accept that order, more direct and finite than the one Theodore had given her the first time, but she surely turned to Brianna, uselessly trying to lose Marian's grip on her neck with both her fragile hands. Marian simply squeezed. Brianna tried fighting back, but there was no use. She'd never be able to beat Marian physically, and she could no longer think. Her desperate body was on its own, and one of her hands went for Marian's arm. The moment she grabbed it, she regained consciousness a little. Something Maeve had said hit her: the demon could only summon energy from sex, but women from Brianna's family knew how to use life itself. Mistress of the Fey Ch. 04 She could really feel Marian's blood as a strong warm balm. Touching her, Brianna felt all the bruises and cuts Theodore had inflicted on her. She began trying to do something, but it was not clear what. Drain? Open? Manipulate? She was at a loss. By then, Maeve had reached the Friar's feet again without him noticing it. Suddenly, he felt something touch them. He looked down and saw the lustful demon lying on the floor, her demeanor defeated. She was licking his feet, and her face was incredibly beautiful again. "You won, Master," Maeve said in a sexy voice. "Do you want me to obey you? Or do you want me to suffer? I'll suffer for you. Please, punish me." That perfect female form leashed by his chaplet, naked and defeated, pleading for his orders and punishments was too much. To top it off, he was still under the menacing sexual aura from Brianna, as she fought to breathe with her lean naked body exposed. Theodore's cock started to respond. His grip over Marian weakened and Brianna was struck by a sudden clarity of mind, as if she could now touch her friend's being and saw what she had to do. Saddened by her decision, Brianna ordered Marian's blood out, and it began to slowly obey. The girl had no strength for a violent and sudden attack, but the blood got out through Marian's bruises, and it stained her chest, stomach, thighs, crotch - every inch of her body. The big woman was weakened and fell, releasing Brianna, who at last breathed with a violent relief, letting out a grave moan, her throat being sore. "Come fast!" Maeve cried, seeing that her plan had worked. "Grab the statue!" While Theodore had to recover from Brianna's attack on Marian and Maeve's deceit, the demon knew they would not have much time. In fact, she wasn't interested in Saint Anne's image. She simply planned to turn the Friar's attention again, leaving room for Brianna, who came running up the stairs, as best she could. When the Friar grabbed the statue, protecting it from Brianna, he saw the girl had run directly to the demon, as Maeve had mentally asked her to. Brianna lifted the chaplet with an ease Maeve would envy, if that were possible in such a crisis. Seeing the girl throw the chaplet away through the huge hole Maeve had cracked on the wall, the Friar dropped on his knees in prayer, holding the holy statue right in front of himself. Trying to avoid whatever he was doing, Maeve and Brianna grabbed each other, both feeling comforted by each other's skin. They moved in harmony. While Maeve placed Brianna's head on top of her chest, making easier to grab her torso, the demon spread her wings, that would have to carry them both. They threw themselves over the priest, Brianna tightening her legs around the demon's strong thighs. The demon cried from the effort of giving a mighty thrust with her wings and lifting Brianna's weight with her. As thin as the girl was, her wings were not capable of flying with much more weight than herself. The Friar's praying took its toll immediately from Maeve's flight. She was not only weakened by the statue and the chaplet, it felt ever harder to fly under the sun, as the priest asked for God's intervention against those creatures who were a menace to his flock. Still, Maeve was a very determined creature, who had felt God's punishments over and over through centuries. That and the fact that they had some altitude, flying at first up from the church's tall second floor, let Maeve take Brianna from the center of the village all the way to the grass closer to the woods. The astonished villagers still gathered in prayer around the church saw both naked women flying, sinfully grabbing on each other's bodies, but no one had courage enough to see where they would land. Called from their houses, where they were conjecturing and hiding their shame, Brianna's brothers and their father saw their own flesh and blood in clear consort with a demon. Hidvar, who had been knocked down by Brianna's power in the church that very morning, justified it now looking at the breathtaking and voluptuous creature who had his sister by its grip. Maeve and Brianna crashed down, more than landed, near the forest. Together they ran a few feet and were again protected by the trees. Within a few steps, they fell on top of each other. Maeve felt as if Theodore had fried her from inside while toasting her skin. The hatred of being defeated by that man for a second time only made her pain worse. Brianna felt bruised and tired, but she suffered most of a broken heart. She'd never be able to forget Marian attacking her, and making her friend's blood gush out of her body would haunt many of Brianna's dreams for a long time. Even in that sadness, however, the natural environment made her determination rise. That day she'd not only awakened to her family's power, but she had recognized what cruel creature kept her mother's religion as a sin, her family's power as a curse. That enemy had taken her greatest friend and turned her into a blind servant. That same god would then suffer, as anyone who stood for it, from Brianna's personal revenge. Such determination led her mind to the great comfort inside herself right where she always felt pain when stepping inside the church. Her hands instinctively held her belly, and only now she understood. She was pregnant. That's what Ciarán had done while awakening her. She was gestating a creature from the very forest that now protected both her and her demon. To be continued. Mistress of the Fey Ch. 05 Thanks again for 0nlyEditing! This is the biggest chapter yet. It also has more sexual intercourse than the previous ones. I hope you all enjoy it. "So," Maeve finally spoke, "do you believe me now?" The nineteen-year old girl and the sex demon had dozed off side by side right where they had fallen after fleeing from the Friar, but they both felt no urge to move once they woke up again. Maeve was resting from the torture of standing on blessed ground, while Brianna made up her mind about her insight: she was pregnant of the forest's apparent demon-master, Ciarán. Brianna's eyes turned to Maeve and indicated she had not understood the question. "You are a slut," the demon clarified, "and in that lies your power. Confronting a clergyman, or anyone, really," she added looking at Brianna's lean body, "with any other weapon, be it guile or stealthiness, is just stupid if you ignore your body's power and your family's abilities." Brianna kept silent and looked up again, thinking and admiring the top of the trees, bending on the wind and framing the sky high above them, where the first stars of the night appeared. The full moon illuminated the top of the trees beautifully. Brianna was still caressing her tight belly. "The only reason we survived," Maeve continued, ignoring the girl's significant gesture "was because I managed to get him aroused, which is no small feat considering he's an experienced and dedicated man of the cloth. Some of them are horny bastards, but he actually abstains from the pleasures of the flesh in exchange for spiritual power." Brianna at last sat on the grass. One would see little difference between hers and a tender boy's chest when she was lying down, but sitting made her small breasts hang forward. They looked so soft and fragile that they seemed drawn by the most delicate artist, and that caught as much of Maeve's attention as the fact that Brianna's skin did not seem to curl on her belly when she sat like that, so thin she was. The demon very much enjoyed being the partner of an exquisite beauty. Brianna's body appealed to men's cravings very subtly, save for her round butt, while Maeve's body was sexually over the top. The girl did not bother to clean her back as she got up. She did not feel any need to, although she could not see that the dirt and some small leaves either adorned her back in a gentle way leaving no mark on her skin, or simply fell back to the ground. Brianna turned her light blue eyes to the curvy and voluptuous demon by her side, letting her hair caress her back, as it freely moved. Its threads became a bit brighter with every breath she took now that she was among trees. "Why do you say 'we' survived?" Brianna asked. "I thought you lived for centuries and had lived through many of their attempts to kill you." "I did!" Maeve said, also sitting, but leaning to her side, emphasizing her thighs and hip's curves. Her wings were thrown back and her tail sensually curled over her leg. "However, as I said before, I'm now anchored to you. Although I have no intention of dying when you die, I'm not willing to risk it by letting anyone kill you. We may be parted if you die naturally; but if you're murdered, especially by a holy attack, it might be too much for me too." "We're bound..." Brianna smiled, looking away again, in the awkward manner she had been speaking since they woke up together. "Ok, darling," Maeve said, "I'll bite. What's up?" "We're bound as I am to this forest," Brianna immediately answered, "and none of us asked for it. Ciarán imposed this pregnancy on me, as he forced you into servitude without considering your will or mine." "Well," Maeve corrected, while getting up, "I would not say servitude... But you're right, in a way." "Why do men take us as they do?" Brianna whispered almost only to herself. "Knowing what my brothers did to me, why did Ciarán simply use me as well, like a walking womb?" "They take us, girl," Maeve answered loudly, "and they think they may do as they wish with us, because we confound them – because we enjoy strength, but hate aggression. It's a thin line they cannot grasp." After a second, Maeve concluded "but I repeat, you're not completely right in your take of what happened." "In what way?" Brianna harshly asked. "You're wrong," Maeve answered, dismissing the girl's tone, "in making yourself the victim all the time! So Ciarán forced me into your chest. That may just be what I needed to avenge myself from that accursed Friar. And he imposed on you a demon to guide your development, he gave you power to fight back and to avenge yourself also, from your abusive family and overbearing neighbors! He woke you up to your connection to life itself, a way of knowing your dead mother and reclaiming her family's power and prestige. And about your son? You carry the creature inside you, girl! Do you believe Ciarán to be a controlling present father? Who do you think will educate what will come from you, if not yourself?" Maeve's tone was firm, but she didn't need to overemphasize her point. The arguments crushed Brianna's fragile revolt by themselves. When Maeve looked away, Brianna had eyes down and felt ashamed of her complaining. It suddenly came to her mind how much she had suffered in her village. That very morning, what she initially considered to be Ciarán's abuse was actually a blessing to her. Had Maeve not been there to admonish her now, she would have once more been feeling weak and abandoned under the will and plans of another male. "When you talk about my mother," the girl then asked, "are you referring to my dream? Is she still around?" "I won't answer that now," Maeve sighed, "I told you before, you're weak. You need feeding, you and I both. Don't even try to plead!" "There's good fruit not far away from here," Brianna proposed, after a few brooding seconds. "That may feed you girl," Maeve responded somewhat annoyed, "I need something else. I need sex, more than that, I desire it!" Brianna was embarrassed for a second, wondering if Maeve meant someone like her also. "For the Goddess are you ignorant!" Maeve vented, understanding Brianna's awkward expression. "As much as I enjoy any nature of sex, and although some of my kind can feed from females, I need males." "Can I eat first?" Brianna asked humbly. "Actually, no." Maeve answered, surprising Brianna. "It's about time you let me teach you a few basics. Even feeding will be a lesson for you, my naïve partner." XXXXXXXXXXX There used to be a simple road up that hill. There also used to be statues celebrating the Goddess, the God and many diverse creatures. A rock, a stone fallen or a deeply carved symbol almost erased on a tree's trunk - those are all that remained of what was here before the Christians. Brianna's ancestors, maybe even her aunts and mother, had gone up there to feast and celebrate either the Sisters of the river or the Goddess herself, but the path was eerie now, and whatever trace was left of those priestesses long gone, making the way up even sadder. Only the stars and the moon were still comforting to her. This was not the hill of the convent. This was steeper, the ground was damper, the trees were even closer together, and Brianna's feet, so familiar to the forest's ground, felt this cooler and slippery. Many times she resorted to the rocks along the creek, which were sometimes provided better footing regardless of the mud or slime over it. The lonely, naked girl walked up the hill minding her step, while looking at the water and meditating on the Sisters of the river. They were the three women clothed in foam and lusting over her before she missed Marian and ran back to the village that morning. Maeve had asked them about the forest. There were many disturbances and changes since she had been locked up, and the demon questioned the Sisters until she found the perfect quest to initiate Brianna. None of them were clear, however, in telling the girl her mission. All she was sure of was that she had to find the wellspring and that Maeve was eager to fuck... something. "Are you sure you'd risk Ciarán's whore up there?" That's how the Sisters had talked to Maeve when she asked for a creature to feed her protégée. Up they came, as Maeve placed her trust on Brianna's talents. In a weird way, Maeve noticed that Brianna had come to see her as a protective figure. The sex demon had helped her, carried her, advised her and even told her off. Only now did she understand how closely they had come together, and how quickly. Their connection was abruptly intimate. Maeve had fucked her brother, precisely the one who used to fuck Brianna the most; their first contact was when Maeve kissed her sharing that same brother's cum; the demon had surely watched as Ciarán impregnated Brianna; later, they had been both exposed in their lust for Ciarán by the river; and they had survived a deadly confrontation with the Friar. However, this supposedly protective female figure had ordered her to the unknown – naked and alone, save for the mark of a pentagram – at that moment clearly drawn on her chest. Maeve was able to exist solely inside Brianna's spirit, like a ghost she only heard and felt. To her amusement, the ground and the trees around it seemed suddenly fouled and soiled, darker and putrid. Through a wall of rocks full of fungus, mushrooms and some very thin dark trees the water poured slowly out, formed a quiet pool before running down the hill. The silence was absolute, except for the sprinkle. The place did seem holy for Brianna, but also corrupted. She then felt the ground tremble, just as her loins did, in foretelling fear. On the other side of the pool, down the hill, she saw the head of a creature. It was the ugliest goat she had ever seen, but it took a blink for her to clearly understand why. The head was huge and it had only one eye, right at the center. Now she felt cold, but she only took a step back when the creature slowly came forward, revealing his chest, in the form of a goat's or a horse's, though much wider and thrust between humanoid shoulders and waist. The creature looked like a nightmare, completely covered in long wet hair. Brianna was afraid to look at it below the waist, so she stepped back and finally slipped. She broke her fall by catching a low branch, but her commotion was enough to stop the creature from advancing. "Steady now," it was the voice of Maeve in her head, "show courage girl, and for all that is sacred in this world, do not speak aloud while talking to me. Only think what you may. It's essential that he does not suspect that I'm here!" Brianna felt Maeve's mind eager and yearning. The demon was not only anxious to fuck and feed, she seemed interested in that creature. "Enough with the secrecy!" Brianna pleaded inside her own head. "What the hell is that?" "That's a very ancient creature," answered Maeve, "a very old and odd one, I might add." Feeling the question forming itself in Brianna's mind, Maeve continued with a bit of admiration and awe. "Older than this hill, I suppose. Their kind invaded every island around here, before they were driven away by those your ancestors worshiped. Only then did your kind start living here. Those creatures that survived such war usually live underneath the ocean, but everything is out of balance since the people's old ways were chased away and burned by the Church. This one seems to fancy coming back to the land, and even living so far up here. Well, he obviously remembers humans." The creature suddenly advanced and jumped into the pool. The water did not reach his waist. The monster was taller than Ciarán, and appeared to be much heavier. His whole body was covered by light grey hair. It had humanoid arms, but they were disproportionately long, with very thin long hands. His fingers were webbed, like those of a frog. He was grotesquely fat, his waist being much wider than his chest. His legs were curved and short. All in all, the creature seemed at the same time fat and strong, like a bolder from a very high mountain. Brianna saw something hanging between the creature's legs, but it surely did not resemble a cock. It was more like a ball, a large one, half covered by the hair on his legs. . "That's the focus, honey," Maeve sounded inside Brianna's head, "that's what we came for!" "That?" Brianna thought in shock, stepping back once more, looking at the strange ball with loathing. "That'll feed us." Maeve explained, "like none of your brothers, even if we fucked them all to death, darling." "I can't figure out what exactly is more gross in what you just said," thought Brianna, but her attention went back to the creature when she noticed the ball starting to stretch, loosing a bit of its width as it got considerably longer. "What's happening?" "He was just checking you out," Maeve said, "since your tiny body doesn't even seem like a snack to him. But now he's feeling your aura and getting excited. At first, the threatening ball was wider then Brianna's knees put together. As it got longer, it got gradually thinner, but Brianna worried just how long it would get to be thin enough to come inside her. Then, this very idea freaked her out. She'd swear she could feel her cunt getting drier and closing up completely. "Don't be ridiculous, darling," censured Maeve, "don't tell me you believed you'd not have to fuck to feed, in the end." The demon's voice seemed to get as excited by the word 'feed' as by the word 'fuck'. "I'll pass!" Brianna thought. "You can take this one." "Oh, no you don't," Maeve stated, with sex pouring on every syllable. She was getting hot, and Brianna, by reflex, felt her cunt warming up too. "The demons in this forest all know me too well, and this ancient one surely knew others of my kind. If he sees me, there's no way he's fucking me, and that means no cum for either of us." The creature turned more clearly to Brianna, so she looked again at it's one eyed goat head. He smiled, and the mouth stretched wide, revealing sharp teeth she would not believe would fit his mouth. The demon immediately bolted in her direction. It was so big it could surely catch her with three steps. She instinctively tried to run away, but with two steps the creature was indeed already out of the pool, which was left in sudden turmoil. Frightened, Brianna slipped and fell face down on the ground. The next moment, the creature was standing over her, one foot by each side, and Brianna felt her naked butt was turned to a mountain, one that could leer over her slender young body. "Stop running, you cunt!" Maeve screamed in her mind, "he's yours for the taking! Roll over!" She did, looking up through her disarrayed hair. She saw the demon's curved and ugly legs. Between them, what once was a ball now was hanging and looked like a sack made of skin, only its skin looked like being made of marble. Inside, something was getting bigger. Brianna feared it too much to even think and communicate with Maeve, but her feelings were very clear to the demon in her head. "Look to its face," Maeve ordered, and Brianna was able to obey. The girl stared at the terrifying eye fixed hungrily on her. She could see the creature drooling as it drained down some of its teeth. Maeve then made sense of it. "Remember, they lust for you. That's your strength, now take control!" Brianna turned her whole body to monster, and it seemed to give him pause. "It's too big." She was trembling while looking at the thing stretching and hanging over her, as she had when Ciarán fucked her, as she did so many times when others had taken her. "So don't let him stick it inside you yet!" Maeve admonished. "Take control. Tease him and don't let him fuck you until it can fit in you." Not quite sure how to do it, Brianna sat down and her hand went right to the thing. He seemed to enjoy it, and his member got longer and thinner, so she put the other hand on it too. As it got thinner, she could fit its tip within her palms put together. He was drooling so much it fell and landed on her arm. She felt the hot greasy stuff on her skin and had to turn her face away a bit, but she also felt Maeve lusting for the creature. As Maeve got hot, she did also. She looked back to her own hands, now instinctively rubbing what seemed more and more like a cock – a very long cock, still completely wrapped in ugly, pale, black dotted skin. She felt like licking it. It was Maeve inside her, she was sure, but it felt like her own will as well. Was this her slutty nature Maeve kept referring to? Was she willing to put that thing in her mouth the moment it just resembled a cock? Rubbing the tip, she came nearer, her tongue already forward. "Look up," said Maeve. Brianna obeyed and saw that giant, ugly demon's eyes fixed on her. "Keep eye contact whenever you can." As Brianna came closer to his cock, she lost his demonic eye behind his enormous stomach. So she had the courage to lift the thing and bring it to her mouth. She felt in complete control, knowing what Maeve wanted her to learn, even though she could still feel fear as well. In the excitement of great danger and desire, she broke out in a cold sweat. As her tongue touched that cock, it felt enticing. It didn't taste good, but that turned her on as well. She felt like a whore. It smelled, but that made her cunt wetter, eager to fuck. Brianna felt like rubbing her pussy on the rocks when she started licking up and down, manipulating the creature in her hands by rubbing its cock. That ugly creature, so strong and old, capable of crushing or eating her in a second, was quiet and still as she teased his cock more and more. Brianna kept her mind at that, trying to shift focus from Maeve, who seemed to tremble in lust and desire inside her. The girl felt like her clit could burn with this double excitement. Lost in her pleasure, Brianna closed her eyes and savored the beast's cock. She had no idea how long it had become. She only wanted it to fit in her mouth, which it could not do yet. She was not aware also how the demon hungered for her, getting desperate with her maddening teasing. "Fuck him!" Maeve cried and pleaded in her head. Brianna could feel how Maeve longed for the creature and dismissed it as simple lust, ignoring her demon's experience in these matters. Brianna was enjoying herself too much. "Put it inside now, bitch!" It was Maeve's voice again. Brianna felt she was provoking the creature, Maeve and herself at the same time. But the cock did not fit inside her mouth yet. Just a bit more. Suddenly, it was too late. Brianna felt an urgent fear when the giant hand grabbed her back. He turned her around to the rocks like a fragile tiny stick. Brianna could feel that Maeve was also afraid for her. "You stupid, girl," the demon said inside her mind, "you lost control. I told you it was time to fuck, but now he's the boss again!" Each of his pale, hard hands grabbed one of her ankles and spread her legs hurtfully and wide in the air. Only her chest and her arms kept touching the rocks. The creature hammered its cock against her. It felt like being hit down her hips by a battering ram. The shock was so great her lower back ached and some drool dripped down from the monster's fangs onto her ass. The viscous warm fluid seemed to cover half her butt cheek before draining down to the ground. "Spread your butt and raise it!" Maeve cried again urgently, as Brianna uselessly tried to get away, pulling on the rocks as the monster rammed her with his cock repeatedly, unable to get inside her but very able to hurt her. "Raise your ass, girl, do as I'm telling you for once," Maeve repeated, and Brianna did it. The girl felt as the creature's drool hit one cheek, her waist, and her upper thigh. Once it hit her butt, it went down her ass and finally to her pussy. She then understood Maeve. By fighting the monster she had lubricated her whole butt. When the monster hit her again, it hurtfully went a little in her anus. It was very subtle, but the creature felt the change and forced through it. Brianna's eyes got wider, veins popped on her forehead, her whole expression changed into revolted pain, fear and resistance, as the demon was forcing her asshole open. Mistress of the Fey Ch. 05 Maeve's pleasure was immediate, as Brianna was just beginning to be ripped open, but feeling the demon's lustful bliss did nothing to avert her from the pain she was suffering. The creature's drool and its gigantic strength impelled its cock inside her despite her body being completely unprepared. Ramming again and again, its cock stretched her and invaded her more and more. There was clearly no way to fight it, but at the same time her body had no time to adapt, even a little. Maeve's sickening moans inside Brianna's head did not help either. Her demon was feeling great pleasure while Brianna herself felt disgusted and hurt. She could swear she could even feel her hip bone being forced apart at the same time as she sensed the smell from that foul cock. Even so, her cunt was eager, drenched by Maeve's lust. "Are you mad?" thought Brianna, although anyone near the place would hear only the girl screaming, hurting her fingers against the rocks as she still tried to get away, an effort as futile as it was unconscious and instinctive. "How can you enjoy this?" The pale monster got more excited and grabbed her by her waist, forcing its cock ever deeper. Brianna felt also emotionally ripped, mad with desire and pleasure, aversion and pain. The creature kept fucking her ass and lifting her, little by little. She soon had only her forearms and hands touching the ground. She felt as if it was using her as a mere toy to masturbate itself. That position bent her body and head down. She could see the creature's cock as it invaded her body again and again, but to her surprise there was more than half of it still dry, never having entered her lubricated asshole. "Were you still in control, stupid girl," Maeve said, between loud moans, "you'd be calling... the shots, and you would be fucking it... as you could... or however you pleased. Now he's fucking you, and taking control back," Maeve could speak no more. She would climax, and she did. Brianna's body tensed itself, forcing her asshole on the hurtful cock, and then burst back with pleasure. It hurt her even more that the creature had not stopped fucking her during these spasms, but at least there was the relief of cumming, for a moment. "He will cum soon," Maeve said, still clearly enjoying the fuck, "you must let it cum. Its first climax will give us energy for the rest." "First?" Brianna desperately thought. She had time for nothing else. The creature grabbed her head from behind, its fingers reaching one another in front of her face, and she was lifted from the ground, her weight carried between his cock and his hand, the pressure falling on her asshole and her neck, as well as her spine hurtfully bent. The monster invaded her even further. Feeling herself impaled, she was paralyzed. Brianna was quiet and completely under the monster's control. The creature took one giant step ahead and let her fall back on the rocks, its cock never leaving her ass. Her face was right over the water. Her chest hurt a little from hitting the ground like that, but she took no notice of it since the demon kept forcing her head down until it was completely under water. He had forced her back to the pool. Frightened, she clenched every bit of her body, which seemed to give the creature immense pleasure. She tried to scream, fighting back as she could, bubbles coming up from her mouth as her last breaths. Maeve was mad in pleasure, and seemed to play with her life in order to enjoy the creature's long cock, ever deeper in her ass. Brianna's knees suffered as her feet went up to her butt and down to the ground again with each violent stroke. Her feet and toes never unclenched, and even her butt cheeks were getting red from the monster's crotch slamming against them now. It seemed impossible, but he was all in. Brianna was giving up fast to that much violence, when she saw a clear light under the dark water. It was one of the Sisters from the river, the creatures who pointed this monster out to Maeve. The beautiful and enchanting woman came right to Brianna's face, and before the girl could react the Sister gave her a long delighted kiss. It was the softest kiss she had ever felt, and for that moment on she was not out of breath. She was not breathing, but her body didn't seem to need it. Brianna lingered on that kiss, feeling the pain on her ass and the pleasure from Maeve's mind distant enough to bear them. She abandoned herself on the Sister's tender mouth. "You can enjoy it, now," Maeve said in her head. "No, I can't," she answered. "What kind of slut does not like anal?" Maeve seemed repelled by Brianna's pain. "I don't," was the simple answer. "Well, fake it," Maeve replied. "There's no way you'll take control while he thinks you're not enjoying this." Brianna knew Maeve was right. As disgusted as she felt, and praying for the river Sister to keep kissing her, she began tilting her ass up, then bringing it back on the monster's cock. The demon screamed so loud she heard it underwater, and a hot limy liquid seemed to burst every which way inside her. "Now!" Brianna could feel Maeve absorbing the cum, but she felt so much of it still there. The girl felt an urge, and suddenly found ways to imitate the demon. She too could feed from it, she could drain the creature's life as if he was cumming energy inside her soul. Brianna didn't take it all, she knew not how. However, the effort was enlightening, as if she had discovered a new organ in her body. She felt better, and even her ass seemed less damaged, even though it wasn't. The monster's hand lost strength and her head came violently up, as she opened her lungs painfully and breathed in with desperation, feeling air, hair and water come inside her mouth. She made a loud grave sound when the air came in. It was very appealing to the creature, which rejoiced seeing his victim gasp with her golden hair drenched over her face, her beautiful butt around his cock, her back widely curved to get her head as far from the water as she could. "Keep fucking!" Maeve ordered. Brianna turned around to look at the monster, which brought her cheek and her shoulder close together. The movement curved her waist even more, as well as it gave her a fragile look. Her butt came back on the creature's cock, again, and again, slowly, as she breathed again, and she sinfully smiled at Maeve's order. The monster seemed happy, but her movement on his cock after just cumming was a bit painful, and it slowly came out of her. As it did, she realised how long it had gotten. It was thinner, although still wider than any human who had ever fucked her, but it never seemed to come completely out from her ass. She got scared, but kept smiling. When her butt was finally free, she felt two contradictory reactions. Her muscles seemed to painfully close her asshole, but she also felt it had been left wide open by the demon's cock, as if it would never close again. "Turn around, quickly," ordered Maeve again. As she did, Brianna realised the monster's cock had a gigantic foreskin covering it all, as if she had fucked it half aroused. Now the strange pale skin finally opened and she could see a dark red cock coming from the cock-like thing that surrounded it and that had just fucked her. As she saw it, she was genuinely disgusted and covered her cunt as a reflex. The monster smiled, and Maeve seemed happy too. "Good, girl!" Maeve said in her head. "He really believes you don't want it. Now he's bound to forget your ass and fuck your cunt. It will be easier to drain him in there." Brianna couldn't believe what she was about to do, but she knew what Maeve would order next. "Now open your legs," Maeve said anyway. Brianna looked away and obeyed her. The monster came for her cunt and slid in with relative ease, as much of his drool had spread all around her crotch during all that fucking. His cock seemed as big as Ciarán's, now, and Brianna got a sense of the irony. It seemed exceedingly big when Ciarán had fucked her, but she had just had her ass ravished by this creature's cock when it was even thicker. In he came, ripping her, invading her, filling her. Maeve's pleasure cumulated with her own, and she suddenly found pervertedly sexy to open her cunt to that gigantic creature about to be drowned in her hunger. She wanted him in, deeper and deeper. The monster got eager, but she didn't care, as she ignored the discomfort of him hitting her womb. The discomfort turned into pain as he hit harder inside her, and her back got scratched by the rocks beneath her. Still she savored it, still she enjoyed being fucked and stretched by that pale, fat, grotesque creature, as a predator enjoying her victim's naïveté. Her legs were holding his wet hairy body, at least trying to pull him in. Brianna's pleasure was intensified by Maeve's. Just as Brianna was learning to drain cum, she also found it easier to enjoy this double fulfillment her demon gave her. She did not fear it any longer, and the monster fucking her was marveled to see Brianna in maddening pleasure. He came again very suddenly, and Brianna felt even warmer in her womb than she had felt in her ass. This time, she pulled it all in, and the monster felt it's cock being literally sucked by her muscles. At first, the creature rejoiced itself cumming, but slowly it realised it was getting weaker. Brianna seemed to keep cumming, grabbing the rocks near her head and biting her own arm, but then the monster felt she was not relaxing even as her orgasm faded. He did not want to take his cock out, although it felt an urgent need to. Desire took the best from him, as Brianna's cunt sucked every drop of cum from him to her and Maeve. He roared in pleasure, cumming loads more than he had ever had, and through it he gave away his life. When the monster finally fell over her, it was far lighter than it seemed. Nothing from its touch bothered Brianna, who was in turn lighter and stronger than ever. Her hair seemed to glow as a star from the sky; her skin was soft and smooth, unharmed now, despite the monster's violence and the rocks' roughness. She felt complete, and smiled, but her eyes were mildly closed and her mind was far off. Maeve was silent, surely enjoying many ecstasies herself. From the river, Brianna heard a sound. She saw the Sister smiling at her, pleased and grateful for her liberating their fountain. Brianna winked back, also grateful for the help and shamelessly happy for the way she defeated that creature, even though its body was still on top of her and what remained of its cock lingered inside her. It was easy now for Brianna to toss the monster's remains aside and get up. As she did, still some of its cum ran down her inner thigh from her cunt and her asshole. She hadn't been able to suck it all in. "We'll have to practice a lot more," said the demon inside her. To be continued...