0 comments/ 9447 views/ 6 favorites Venroth's Binding Ch. 01 By: ElidedEgo The city of light and hope was engulfed in flames as dusk settled upon the land. Destruction was not just a means to an end for this demoness; it was an end in itself. She moved like liquid shadow, her long ebony locks cascading behind her nigh naked form. Upon her clawed fingernails, fresh blood dripped downwards upon her heavy naked bosom. Laughter played upon those menacing crimson lips, as panicked souls let loose their howls of trepidation and despair. Half a mile away, a nearly deserted tavern was eerily quiet and still. Upon every surface were the signs of life and occupancy, filled drinks, still lit candles, partially eaten food, yet there was only one soul that remained within. His flesh seemed to be that of a man still in the spring of youth, yet his eyes told a different tale. Within those dark brown hues remained something ancient, perhaps not a given set of knowledge, but a certainty of mind that better fit a man twice his age. Even as the screams and sounds of chaos and despair trickled into the subterranean dwelling, he seemed pensive, nursing his drink with apathy and calm. Rather suddenly the door to the dwelling burst forth, dust and smoke filling the dwelling. A young woman, clearly with child, fell to her knees coughing and sputtering through blood filled lips. The youthful mans head would turn in her direction, his eyes meeting her own. He could here her begging, yet his interest swiftly returned to his thoughts. Whilst he continued to nurse his drink, the woman crawled closer to him, pleading for his assistance. Yet even as her last breath fell from her lips he did not sway, he looked outward into the growing darkness, never shifting... never swayed. The world beyond maintained the fury of annihilation at the hands of the female destroyer. Her eyes began to give off the faintest glow of red, as she bathed in the blood of her conquests. It was not long until her path came upon that subterranean dwelling. The scent of life had become dim within the city, yet there was still one who remained whole and healthy. With a thrust of her wicked claw she would knock the door aside, beginning to descend into the oven of smoke and flame. "What sort of monster could remain in such an inferno as this?" She mused softly to herself, her voice obscured by the roar of flame. Despite the fact that she could not see him, she could feel his still beating heart, and she hungered for it. Inevitably her clawed hand would fall upon his thick, muscular shoulder. Yet even as she would begin to pierce the flesh, she could feel something tugging beneath her. In a flash of brilliant ethereal white, she would find the building suddenly cleared of smoke and flame. With the rush of flame now gone, she could hear his voice, his soft subtle laughter. A sense of dread moved through her heart as her eyes fell upon the empty air where his flesh had once been. As those faintly glowing eyes would search the area around her, those thick, full, crimson lips would fall into a pout. Beneath her stretched a maze of strange symbols, glowing with that same ethereal white light. They moved in a rather chaotic patter upon the floor of the building. Slowly but surely they began to shrink, moving closer and closer about her. She would attempt to move, her eyes frantically looking for him, yet he was not there. All that remained was that soft laughter filling the room. She watched in dismay, as a small circle of those symbols minute symbols would begin to be inscribed upon the front her naked pubis. It burned heatedly with an intense feeling of pain that she had yet to experience. She would blush slightly to think that she was enjoying the feeling as this stranger defiled her perfect form afar. She would scream out in agony, as a similar brand of shifting, and glowing white symbols began to form upon the small of her back and each of her breasts. Even as these symbols were inscribed, the pain did not completely dissipate. Her eyes would look downwards in shame, which quickly boiled into anger. "Show yourself you filthy wretch! You will pay for this deceit. When I find you I will destroy you! Do you hear me! Do you –" Her words were suddenly cut short as that laughter would suddenly come to an end. From shadows in the corner of the room he moved, his once omnipresent voice now coming from a single position. "Foolish creature, you fail to understand the seriousness of those bindings." Brandishing a rather ornate broad sword, marked with the very same shifting runes and symbols he would cant his head slightly to the side. "Your greed and bloodlust is your undoing. I do not condemn your slaughter, merely your unwitting challenge." Moving close to her he would move his blade to her cheek, piercing the flesh upon her cheek. Her eyes would go wide as she felt the sting of pain, and saw the small tendrils of red fall down upon her lips. Never before had another made her bleed. "Who are you?" That soft chuckle would pass through his lips once more. "Those who I meet in more pleasant circumstances call me Venroth." Pulling his weapon away, he would place it upon her abdomen, tracing her belly button gently. "You however. You will call me master." With a sudden lunge she felt that weapon enter her, and in a passing moment all faded to that ethereal white. ... She awakened in what seemed to be a silk covered bed. She was apparently outside, in an ornate and palatial greenhouse of sorts. She could hear the soft falling of water, and breathed in clear pristine air. Her eyes would look downwards upon her form. Her once clawed hands now resembled that of a more human individual. Her bust had moved from impressive D cups, to enormous GG mounds. Her mouth was agape, a small giggle passing through as she ran her hand through her raven curls. "Hello master." She said as she saw his youthful form pull near her own. He too was naked, his long full, elongated manhood standing at over a foot in length resting gently in his hand. She would smile as she neared him, pressing her luscious curvy body against him. Something about this seemed odd to her, yet much of it seemed so right. Those markings still rested upon her ample chest, rear, and pelvis. They glowed far more dimly now however, a clear sign that her submission was complete. As her body pressed against his own she would let her tongue enter his mouth. His own would move forward to meet it, as his hands would move to cup her tight ass. Giving it a squeeze followed by a slight slap he would smile. "You will be Eve. Born from my glorious light from the darkness before me." His deep voice would fill her ears, and in that moment she knew she was and always had been his Eve. "Yes master. This girl will forever be known as Eve." She would say pulling away as she looked upwards into his eyes. "What might your Eve do for her most perfect master?" Her voice was filled with certain sweetness that before she might never have known she possessed. The utter jubilation of being so close to him, caused her to giggle, her chest thrust upward towards him wantonly." "I wish to consummate my dominion over you. Moisten my cock slave." He would slave pushing her to the floor. His large thick manhood would make its way through her lips. He did not treat her softly; everything about his movements was rough. This was not a bond between lovers; this was the beginning of an eternal punishment for a consciousness trapped deep within her. He asked little of existence, but those who crossed him paid a punishment far beyond their worst nightmares. For a celibate incarnation of death whose only use for sexuality was as a weapon, the role of a supple willing sex slave for the rest of eternity was more than a fitting punishment. She would pull back coughing and struggling for air. Yet she still smiled, still loved every minute of his abuse. Her lips would move to suckle his balls causing him to moan slightly. He would push her face backwards, quickly moving so that his manhood once against moved deep within her throat, causing her to gag upon it. As he felt his desire building, he would pull away giving her face a slap, to which she responded with a moan and a giggle. Pushing her head down to the floor, he would move around her, pressing his rough organ against her virgin entryway. "Now cry fuckslut." Was all he said as he roughly pushed within her, piercing her with reckless abandon. She would give out a cry of pain, as the blood would gush from her now open end. Yet the pain would quickly turn to pleasure, and her cry to that same airhead giggle. "Oh God master, take your hot little fuck whore... Use me as you please; I need your big cock deep inside me! Oh God!" She would moan as something deep within her struggled in agony. She didn't care though. All she cared about was being her master's piece of sloppy fuck meat. "That's right bitch, beg me to take you in anyway I please." He said with that same narcissistic laughter. He would continue to slap her as with each thrust, before extending his twin hands to those massive swaying tits. Giving them a squeeze and playing with the nipples he would grunt. He could feel his pleasure building, could feel his release coming to fruition with each moan that came from her lips. It was not long before the pressure became uncontrollable. With one last thrust, he felt her close tightly around him, both orgasms happening in unison. She would fall to the floor as he pulled out of her. A serene look remained upon her lips as she fell into a satisfied sleep, his cum trickling out of her overfilled pussy. He would shake his head. That was enough for today. He had other matters to tend to. This bitch learned her lesson for today. Tomorrow was another day, and her humiliation would certainly continue. She was not the first, and she certainly wouldn't be the last. Venroth's Binding Ch. 02 Shadows swept over the ancient dilapidated building as the cool spring breeze sent chills down her spine. She had wandered through this land, naked and alone, desperately seeking assistance. Clutching a small azure vile to her bosom, her icy hues would dart about the eerily silent establishment. Every now and then, her peripheral vision would play upon her imagination. The shadows of decaying walls seemed to maintain a life of their own, as that blood red sunset filled her surroundings with new levels of menace. The world was changing. What she used to accept as decency innate to humanity now seemed to be possessed by a select few. What she clutched was far more precious today than it had been in years before. Fifteen generations had come and passed as she remained its sober guardian. Yet only now had she felt such weakness and dread. A monster had been born to this world, one far more determined than those that had maintained dominion in the past. With each passing day he spread his perverse luminance reshaping the shadows that had once defined the world. As for those of us that harbored the true light against him...our fate was far worse. She would shudder slightly as she looked downwards. Upon her foot, she could feel the slightest tendril of something icy and unnatural. By the time her vision could adjust to make better sense of what was happening, she felt herself being thrust downward towards the earth. Her hand would clutch that vile tightly, protecting it from the fall, but in the process her body would take a large amount of abuse from the stone filled floor. Taking in a sharp breath she would focus upon that cold substance as it wrapped around her body, as if it was a second skin. She could feel all the warmth exit her body, pain and shock momentarily isolating her from the outside world. As if by instinct, she would open that vile ever so slightly letting some of the substance fall upon the shadow creature. It would rather rapidly withdraw from her form, attempting to remove the substance from its body. "Come out you scoundrel! You cannot hide behind your little pets forever!" Her voice was melodious, just passion, and rage only adding to the angelic beauty. Resealing that substance she would shudder, feeling her body adjust back to the warmth of the outside world. Her nipples still stood hard and erect, as her long blonde hair would be cast about by the passing winds. "This is certainly an exercise in futility," echoed that familiar, emotionless voice. It had not been her first meeting with this being, the one they called Venroth. Yet she certainly hoped it would be her last. He would continue; "Now you treacherous bitch, either give me what you guard and I will allow you your freedom, or I will subjugate both you and your precious concoction." She spat at him, "If you think I would sacrifice an untold number of lives simply to protect my own, than you are far more dense than I gave you credit." She would look into his eyes with transcendent hatred. She could not let this being have what she possessed. If she could not defeat him, than she would at the very least derail his plans. "Stay back or I will destroy it." He would smile at her shaking his head. "Spoken like a true martyr M'lady Vanessa. If you wish to cling to your zealotry then so be it. It is so much more fun to do it this way anyways." He would take a step forward, yet even as he moved, he watched her hand foolishly erupt in white flame, eradicating the azure colored vile. He would give her a look of disgust. "Fool. There is more than one way to extract the knowledge that I need. You were not only entrusted with the substance itself after all." And in a cacophony of screams and a flash of that ethereal white he claimed what he needed. . . . In that perpetual darkness, the two worked upon his creation. His hand would rest upon her shoulders, his lips upon her neck. Her own hands would move through the cauldron before her, shaping the mixture to his desired intent. Brushing that lovely silken blonde hair out of the way he would begin to nip at her shoulder, as his hands would move downwards beginning to tweak her erect nipples, and squeeze her massive bust. She would moan, continuing to work despite the fact that she felt herself growing wet, and flushed with desire. "Yes my love let it flow from you. It was a clever device to hide the secret not within your mind, but within your body. Perhaps it might have gone undiscovered if the vessel had not been a creature of such physical perfection." He would muse into her ear as she continued to moan and writhe under his touch. Leading her erect breasts over the vessel, he would begin to pinch, watching as that azure colored liquid would begin to lactate from her. "Mmm...yes master. This girl is happy to provide master with anything and everything that he needs. Just please do not stop..." She would moan out to him as he continued to milk those impressive breasts into the creation. Already it was beginning to take on a purplish color, pinkish smoke billowing upwards into the air around them. A powerful aphrodisiac without even being consumed, he could feel his erect cock begin to stiffen between her soft thighs. Rubbing her thighs up and down upon it she would smile. "Please master...I need my release." He would smack her ass gently. "Beg for it then." It would be hours before it would reach full potency but already he could feel its effects. By the end of the week he would be the sole owner of both the mightiest plague to ever be concocted, and the only vaccine that protected against its dangers. He had this little vixen to thank for it, and he would give her more than she deserved for so wittingly assisting him. "Master, your big breasted lactating slut needs her big cock. Please give it to me over and over again. I need it so fucking bad." She would cry at him as she would continue to breathe in those heavy vapors. Already she could feel herself beginning to sweat, her pheromones being altered by the nature of the plague. She was becoming irresistible to him, and he to her. "God this girl was such a dumb whore for ever resisting you. Your toy should have given everything to you willingly from the start. You are the source of all pleasure and this slut is thankful that master has enlightened her." "Mmm yeah? Well, since you've learned your lesson than I guess it's alright that I give you what you most desire." He would say rubbing her breasts and milking her once again over the cauldron. Suddenly he would begin to thrust into her fucking her with each squeeze. She would cry out in pleasure as he would begin to delve deep within her. "Oh god yes!" She would scream as she would dip her hand into the boiling potion. In a scream of pleasure and pain she would ingest it, her pupils instantly dilating. As he would continue to milk her, the contents of her breast milk would begin to take the same color as the potion before her, a light mixture of pink and purple. She would continue to moan and cry out, her breasts and ass becoming even larger, as the effects of the plague began to take hold of her. "This girl wishes to be the vessel of your desires, let your whore be the fount of your new world order!" "That's right bitch, take it all into you. Soon you will carry my seed as well." He said, as he would lift her into the air. She was no longer simply a divine beauty. She had become something of an incarnation of tantalizing sexuality. Her hair had become platinum in color, her eyes a light silver instead of that icy blue. Her nipples had become large and hard as diamonds, and her lips full and pure. Her skin would become tan, compared to that former pale white, and her sweat would become more like natural oil, glistening and scented with that same aphrodisiac scent. Her body had become lighter, yet more shapely, her limbs more flexible and her pussy unimaginably tight around his enormous manhood. He would carry her, fucking her like a beast possessed. Suddenly he would bring her down to the ground continuing to fuck her doggy as she rested upon her strong hands and knees. They would continue shifting in mindless sexual bliss loosing track of time and space as their hearts raced together. Inevitably after hours passed, and her constant orgasms reached a final unimaginable peak, he would spill his seed within her. Rubbing her tight stomach he would smile. "You will be known as Divine. You will carry the contents of the destiny of my world and you will be the first to bear me child. The child will be female and she will be the harbinger of our plague; a princess and a Goddess to rule over the erotic in the world to come." "This girl is Divine, as you bid my Master." Venroth's Binding Ch. 03 The stone floor beneath him felt like ice to his flesh. Stripped of his weapons and clothing he was isolated within this room bereft of light and heat for what felt like weeks. It was a strange feeling to be so utterly trapped, one that he was not accustomed to. He had not lost his calm yet, despite the severity of the situation. He had mapped every square inch of his tomb, yet save for a narrow tunnel for the circulation of air, there was no tangible routes of escape. Upon his neck lay a small metallic sphere, tied about by a tight metallic chain. Every attempt to remove it forced it to tighten ever so slightly. It had a clear effect on his ability to manipulate the world around him. Without his weapon there was little he could do to remove it. Still, the mere fact that he remained alive served to tell him that they had made no headway in removing the weapon from its sheath. As long as the weapon remained, and as long as its secrets remained his alone, then he was safe. Until then he would simply bide his time. Time continued to pass, he did not know how much however. Each passing second became harder and harder to keep track of. Wandering his own thoughts kept him occupied, but his nerves were beginning to wear. Within his mind, he went over and over how this came to pass. Vendettas against men of his history were not uncommon, yet he had never imagined that someone would go to such lengths to capture him. The plan was meticulous, it must have taken years to fully implement. To have kept his minions off his scent for so long must have also taken skill. Yet it was only a matter of time before they found him. They were bound to him after all, and such bonds are not easily undone. His eyes would suddenly close shut as light filled the room. Seemingly from nowhere she entered, backed by two of her most trusted guards. "Enjoying your stay I hope M'lord." She said with a sneer, her hands moving to his face and gripping it tightly. Those clawed fingernails would pierce the flesh of his cheeks, drawing a slight amount of blood, yet even as she pulled away the wounds would heal leaving only the crimson liquid. "The great Lord Venroth brought to his knees. Did you think that you would have gotten away with what you have done? Not enough to just kill my mate was it. Not enough to destroy my clan. No you had to take my sister as well." She would bear her fangs at him, both mirth and disgust in her eyes. As he began to adjust to the light he would see her more clearly. The distinct mixture of vampiric and demonic features was easily detectable. Her raven black hair would fall to her buttocks, as eyes of a blood red color would fall upon him. "Well Lilith, what a pleasant surprise it is to see you are still well." He would grin up towards her, that soft condescending laughter echoing outwards. "It is amusing that you have gone out of your way to bring yourself to my attention. What did you hope to gain by this clever little plan? Did you think that you would punish me by isolating me like this? I certainly hope that you didn't think a pathetic creature like you could kill me." "Silence!" she growled at him as she moved towards him once again. With her superior strength she would lift him upwards into air by the throat. Still despite her efforts that laughter still came outwards. "You narcissistic little worm. This is not a game, and you certainly will die long before your pets can rescue you. Even as we speak, the best minds in my thrall are deciphering what they can of that weapon. Soon they will know both how to remove it from its casing, and how to finally destroy it." "Well, I certainly hope for your sake that you are right. Because if I get out of here alive, you will enter a hell like nothing you have ever experienced before." She would let him fall as he spoke moving away shaking her head. "Enjoy your fantasies of escape, for I will never allow them to come to fruition." She spat at him, her lean figure standing over him. "I would crush you right now if it were not for your perverse sword. To think that so many great beings have fallen to a petty little sorcerer like yourself because of your disgusting disregard for the laws to which we are all bound. My husband might have been a monster, but at least he was a real man, unlike you pathetic little insect." "I will enjoy showing you what a real man is. However, since your curiosity seems lacking, it would be best if we end our discussion right here. Why don't you take your two little stuffed animals and leave me be." He said with a sneer of his own, his hands coming to rest comfortably behind his head. He would watch her give him an icy look before turning away. He would marvel at her delectable rear as she slowly vacated his room, the exit soundlessly sealing behind her. ... It did not take long alone in that lightless room for his curiosity to get the better of him. He had watched closely to see exactly how the mechanism that sealed the door had worked. It certainly was controlled from the other side, yet even with his limited magical ability, he might still have a chance to force it ajar. Fingers would play upon the stone surface as his mind would go blank. He would focus upon the structure about him, drawing upon its own recourses to feed his spell. His muscles would twitch as his focus would reach its limit. In that moment he would release the door, yet at the same time the magical backlash would cause his nose to bleed profusely, and his head to real. Cursing under his breath he would stand staggering slightly as he made his way into the light. By the time his eyes had adjusted to the world about him, his nose had ceased bleeding. Still he felt drained and more constricted then before. He needed to remove the sphere and the chain, yet to do so he would need more than simply his bare hands. In the distance he would spot another of the vampire guards. Without much of his magical ability available, he would need to rely on stealth. Luckily his body was trained physically for a situation like this. Venroth stalked the guard so silently, that even his inhuman perception could not alert him to Venroth's presence. Venroth's hand collided with the vampire's throat, lifting him into the air. He would squeeze tightly, before jerking it roughly to the right breaking the neck. Unfortunately, the guard remained alive and was able to send a blow to Venroth's cheek sending him falling backwards. The guard would fall upon Venroth sinking his teeth into his exposed arm. Yet as the mage removed his flesh from the vampires teeth, the wound would heal. Still wrestling with the ancient being before him, Venroth knew that he was not going to be able to take him down by brute force alone. The guard would begin to send volley after volley of punches to Venroth's face, pushing him into the wall behind him. Venroth would begin to fall backwards, his body succumbing to the brutal assault. He would slide down the wall, the guard kicking him again and again, attempting to relieve him of consciousness. Venroth's eyes would begin to close, and he would begin to go limp. The guard however would continue kicking him, far gone in his barbaric desire to pummel the magical being before him into the dirt. Very suddenly Venroth's eyes would open and catching the vampire off his guard, would draw the man's own sword and use it to remove his head from his body. Where a broken neck was not enough, a severed head did the job. The vampire's eyes would go dead, and his body would fall to the floor. Venroth knew that the death of a member of her clan would alert Lilith. Moving quickly he would use the weapon in his hand to sever the chain, and remove the magical binds. His abilities having been returned, he would wave a hand, his body being covered in that ethereal white light. Soon enough the light would fade, leaving him dressed within a midnight gray cloak. A second motion of his hand and he would fade from that corridor, being inexorably drawn to his captive sword. . . . He would come upon her standing over his sheathed blade. She was surrounded by her fully assembled clan, a total of twenty vampiric demons. She smiled coyly at Venroth, he hands taking up the sheathed blade. "It seems that I have underestimated you insect. That however does not mean that you have sucee-" She was cut off midsentence as she felt his fist connect with her jaw, shattering it in one blow. He would catch his weapon and in one smooth motion would release it from its sheath. In that very same moment the world about them seemed to come to a grinding halt, as the sounds of a countless multitude crying in unison filled the space about them. The vampires would each clutch their ears, yet Venroth would not stop moving. His weapon would move fluidly through the first being face, his body bursting in a flash of that ethereal white. As they in turn would move upon him, he would dispatch them all in a flurry of expert strokes, leaving the room coated in their blood, his light like venom, surging through their now wholly dead flesh. It did not take long for him to whittle her assemblage down to naught. He would stare downwards upon her as she clutched her shattered face. "Welcome to hell." was the last thing she heard before she felt that weapon pierce her bosom. After that all would fade to white. . . . She felt hands upon her delicate flesh. A soft melodious voice would fill her ears as she let her eyes fall upon that familiar, yet strangely different, female form. "Welcome to Eden my beloved sister." She felt her sister's hands upon her large, soft breasts. "It is good that you have finally joined us Lilith, when master said he had brought you home, this girl was overjoyed." "Where is master?" Lilith would smile asking her younger sister. A soft giggle would echo from her lips as she saw her master exit a nearby pool, his body still soaking in the warm water. "Hello master. Have you come to take your beloved new pet?" Venroth would near the two of them, kissing Eve passionately, before putting his finger deep into Lilith's now virgin pussy. She would moan as he would nibble upon her neck. "Yes my little fuck slut. It is time for both your initiation and your impregnation. Today you two sisters will bear my children. You will each produce for me an heir. The day of my ascension is coming, and upon that day this Eden will become the heart of the new world. On that day I must have my queens. You two will be chief among all that is mine, and your sons will manage my domain. Now upon your knees, service your master!" It did not take more than this decree for the two whore queens to begin to put their luscious lips all over his swollen member. Deep within each of their minds, they were disgusted to so willingly service this man, to have their breasts press up against their own sisters soft melons, surrounding Venroth's cock in a fleshy sheath. To make out so wantonly with one another filled them with revulsion...yet the magic that bound them also forced them to enjoy the perverse pleasure even at the deepest of levels. At the most superficial of levels they were overjoyed to lick and suck upon his phallus. The musky taste and feel of his leather head sent chills down their spines. Suddenly he would push them away. Motioning for Eve to move to her hands and knees, and for Lilith to open her pussy to Eve's willing tongue, he would position himself at the entrance to his woman and would begin to pound deep into her tight, youthful snatch. Her moans would fill the air for but a moment, before she would begin to lick feverishly upon her sister's clit. It was Lilith's turn to moan, her body beginning to convulse under her sisters expert touch. Venroth's massive cock would continue to abuse Eve's tight body, as his hands would move to squeeze her large swaying tits. He became more violent with each thrust, causing her to become wild and frantic. Meanwhile Eve's tongue was having a similar effect deep within Lilith's virgin cunt. She would experience that rather intense orgasm her, cream falling all over Eve's face. Almost in unison Venroth and Eve would orgasm together, his massive load filling her up. Eve would fall in a puddle of her own sweat, some of her master's cum exiting her exposed snatch. Lilith mean while would look up at her master with needy eyes. Without a moments delay his cock would return to its former hardness as he moved towards her. Without even shifting her body he would take her. It was not as brutal a conquest as when he had taken her sister before her, but it certainly was rough. He did not let her falter, enjoying her every cry of pain, and her every scream of pleasure. As he fucked her tight body into submission with that jack hammer of a cock, she realized how glad she was that she had failed. To have forfeited the ability to ever have such a delight would have been the worst mistake she could have ever made. "Oh god Master! Fuck this slave into submission! Use that godly hammer to smite my nasty little cunt!" She would scream at him as she would move her hands to squeeze her large breasts together. In a cry of sudden and orgasmic passion she climaxed, forcing him too to spill his seed within her. She would moan, moving upwards and clinging to him with her hot, tight, sweaty body. "Thank you so much master. This girl is honored and privileged to mother your child." He smiled as he pulled out of her. Bringing the two of them to his body. The three would cuddle silently under the bright afternoon sun.