Resident Futa pt.1 (Patreon)

Hi all!

Here is part 1 of 'Resident Futa'.... In it, our hero Torun Winters first journeys into the castle, and meets a most intimidating foe.... Lady Domina, a 9ft tall demoness wielding even more than meets the eye.....

Hope you all enjoy, part 2 will be out next month!

A draft for pt.2 will be up for 2nd and 3rd tier patrons soon....

Enjoy!

    Best, TSG123 x

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1796 – Newlen Town, Arkania

Out in the furthest reaches of the new country of Arkania, a power grows. One that threatens the sanctity of all who venture near.

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The single glow of an oil lamp lit up two faces.

“You’re not welcome here.”

The man was gruff, haggard. Smelt before he was seen.

Torun held his gaze, despite the man being significantly bulkier than his lithe frame, fingering the pommel of his sword.

“I’m not here for you… I’m here to collect the bounty.”

The man’s eyes widened in the lamplight, nose wrinkling in disgust as he gazed at the kitten-like features of a man who barely looked like an adult, let alone a bounty hunter.

“… You? The bounty?”

Torun was aware of his own youth, a lanky, barely-nineteen-year-old with long, wavy brown hair and wide lips that looked more like a girl presenting a trifling notion of a man, but nonetheless he set his jaw.

“Yes.”

To the old man, he looked like one of them fancy dandies from the Eastern lands.

“Hpmh…. If you’re the best that they have to offer, then they don’t care about us at all.”

“I’m not from the church… I’m.. working alone.”

The man probably would have laughed if he had any mirth to give.

“Well, that explains it.”

He made to close the door.

“They took your daughter didn’t they.”

The man froze, face curling into a snarl.

“…. Yes.”

“Well, I want to prove myself, so we have a mutual interest.”

This time the man did laugh. It was an ugly, snorting laugh, phlegm occupying large sections of his throat.

“I got no interest in you trying to get yourself killed; Warden Rossburn was a real soldier, ‘n he never made it back….. You’re better off walkin’ home. I’ll wait until the church sends someone else.”

“And how long do you think that will be… Do you believe your daughter will be alive by then?”

As they were speaking, a rather frail, lined woman peaked around the door frame.

“Who is it?”

“Back inside,” the man replied gruffly.

She quickly receded, and the man seemed to struggle with something internally, before stepping out.

“Well… I’ll tell you a few things, and then…. you’ll not speak to me again, hear?”

He nodded.

“…They come from the castle. That much we’re pretty certain.”

“How many?”

“No idea.. usually go after the young ladies… some people tried to fight them back.”

“What happens then?”

He trembled a little.

“They… they take them too.”

“Right.. they being?”

“Women… beautiful women, wearing cloaks, faster and stronger n’any wench has a right to be.”

“Right.”

“And my daughter swore she saw a giant one up near the castle.”

“Giant one?”

“Yeah, up on the mountainside, just inside the gates.”

“Right… how big was it.”

“She never said, Cassy was too frightened out o’ her mind to talk about it… stupid girl. They took her a day later.”

The man’s jaw quivered as Torun digested his words.

“Anything else I should know?”

“…. The forest there… we try’n cut it down… cultivate it… but….”

“What?”

“…. it spreads. We have to kill it every day to keep it back, just to keep our crops safe…”

Torun glanced around at the trees on the edge of the small village. It was true that something malevolent seemed to be at work, the tendrils and roots working their way back towards the hastily erected buildings.

The man gave him a wry look.

“And… they take boys sometimes.”

“Which ones… any particular characteristics?”

“Well… they look like… you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, all… girly.”

He bristled.

“I am NOT girly… perhaps slim men?”

The guy sneered.

“Whatever, I know what I seen, and they was girly men that got stolen.”

Torun reckoned he had heard about as much as he could muster from the local.

“Very well then.”

With that the man strode back into his house and slammed the wooden door, making the roughly-hewn cross hanging beside it fall to the floor.

Torun sniffed cool air and turned his chin up to look at the small mountain looming over the town, and at the peak…. the black castle. From here, it was just possible to see the turrets daggering into the sky, like nails rising from hell to claw at the heavens.

It chilled his bones as if the moonlight had seeped into his skin.

He strode over to Sam, his horse and only companion, and after a few attempts managed to lift himself onto the saddle, before guiding the gentle creature into a trot, lantern rattling at its side.

Time to prove his worth.

The pair moved through the village, all dust and stone, past stables, a blacksmith, a canteen… all dead, all silent. Blackened tree stumps and scorched earth were everywhere, ploughed fields stretching out like deserts with rather pathetic looking shoots worming their way out.

The forest nearby in contrast loomed large.

Torun had to suppress a shiver.

Soon the village fell away, the path leading deeper into the forest, merely a dirt track guiding them through rocks and trees that got larger and denser the further up they went. By the time he got near to the top, the forest was a thick matt of vines and ridged trunks, the night air crisp and cold with only the rustle of a leaf here and there for company.

Torun gazed at the three-storey wall overhung by trees, peeking over the tops of the stone barriers at the monstrous castle. The scale of this place was difficult to comprehend, and when he peered up at the highest crenelations it was dizzying.

A tiny flicker presented itself at one of the furthest windows… A candle perhaps?

He tried to detect any hint of movement within, but the sheer verticality made his head spin, and he decided to focus back on ground level, fingering the hilt of his blade.

The one he had stolen.

A pang of guilt hit him in his gut as he imagined the reaction of his Mother for stealing her sword.

His sister’s birth right.

He shook his head.

‘Best not to think about that now.’

The hoot of an owl made him jump, tugging the reins as Sam eyed him dolefully.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he scowled, before patting his mane and continuing on.

The path stopped at two large black gates, locked together by vines. They seemed just as impenetrable as the walls either side, but when Torun pushed he found they parted smoothly, swinging aside with little fuss. Either the vines had grown perfectly to cover each gate without overlapping, or someone had cut through them. He suspected the latter.

Sharpening his focus, he pushed the horse onwards, into a yard which was strangely colourful, streaks of yellow and lavender flowers here and there between dense grass that would probably have looked quite beautiful in daylight, but instead were dulled by greys of the moonlight.

As he walked, a patch of particularly dark purple roses stood out, even in the grey light.

Torun peeled his eyes. He had never seen roses as large as them before…. Black hooked thorns ran up their stems, and the purple petals darkened into blackness in their centre.

The presence of the flowers did little to provide any comfort, driving home the wilderness that had taken hold.

He dismounted, tying Sam to a brazier nearby, and took in the huge threatening hardwood doors, three times his height, probably oak and extremely heavy.

The front door…. Too obvious? Surely it would be expected…

‘Well… I do have Mother’s s-.. no, MY sword…’

Torun took a firm grip of the handle and drew the blade from his back, feeling the incredible weight, and found it made his arms ache just holding it up. His mother and sister were far taller than him, and instead of filling him with confidence, his stomach began to squeeze in on itself.

Regardless he pointed it out in front of him, and the sight of a long, sharp blade roused him somewhat.

Torun put his hand to the door, and pushed.

A ghastly creak echoed from the hinges, and he flinched, ready for a swarm of ravenous beasts to descend on him.

Nothing.

No monsters, no vampires.

What did greet him was a large room with tiled floors and cushioned seats, golden trim glinting from the shaft of dim light coming through the door. Most of it seemed dust-free, and darkness aside it presented itself as clean and in places quite luxurious.

What seemed unusual in particular were the plants and flowers hung beside windows, vines crawling up carefully crafted trellises, roses growing in pots on mantels. Pinks, yellows, and a collection of the same deep purple roses from earlier drew his eye as he tried to check the darkness for any signs of life.

Nothing.

He sniffed the air.

A strange scent seemed to hang heavy, that spoke of meadows and deep, dark forests… yet it was not unpleasant.

He crept forwards.

A few shaky steps took him into a hallway with large suits of armour, all different shapes and sizes… He noticed as he was walking by the shrouded figures that each one bore a similarity; they were all female.

He gazed at each one in turn.

The bust was either pronounced or slim depending upon whoever had worn it, and he looked up in shock at a suit that must have been well over nine feet tall.

‘What is that for….’

It was inhumanely big, even for exceptional women like his mother and sister. It could have fit his torso into either cup of the breast plate with room to spare.

He shivered and moved on, confidence significantly lower than its starting point. Too late to go back now.

“Ugh.”

A voice issued from somewhere down the hall.

The back of Torun’s throat hawked up some phlegm by accident, ice running down his spine. He whined, waiting for the source to present itself to his sword.

No slavering werewolves fell from the ceiling to disembowel him, so he firmed up his grip and crept forwards.

“Uhn!”

‘Oh Lord…p-protect me….’

It was somewhere up ahead..

It sounded like…

“UUHNN!”

….a woman in peril!

He tried to pull his leaden feet a little faster, chest pounding as he snuck his head around a doorframe, into a long library with shelves reaching up to a second floor.

What he saw made his stomach sink to the floor.

Two naked women were clawing at each other on a table, the one underneath moaning as the woman on top buried her head in her neck.

'Oh God…. She must be sucking her blood?!...'

He watched in horror as the two figures writhed, sweaty.

The first was a dirty blond with healthy breasts and buttocks, the second a slim, delicate mousy-haired girl. Both had their hair free and unkempt, hanging from their heads as the lithe girl whimpered.

‘A cruel death... Lord protect her!’

The woman underneath moaned again.

Torun’s moral compass ordered him to enter the fray, to save the woman whilst a chance remained, but his stomach wouldn’t let him, his spine frozen solid, hands gripping the sword so tight he wondered if his fingers would ever be able to let go.

‘Maybe.. maybe stealth is the better option….’

He reasoned that it was too late for the woman, who was clearly in her death throes (although her moans seemed to be getting so loud that he almost wished she would just get on with it and die).

“UUGHHH-!”

He placed a shaking leg to the side, trying to sneak to the next room.

“UUUGHHHHH FUCK ME!”

He froze.

That had not sounded at all like the cries of a dying person.

He peered back and gasped.

From this new angle he could see the two figures were engaged in a primal struggle, a back and forth… of hard, brutal sex. His eyes glazed over as he watched, suddenly entranced by the woman being pounded on the table, screaming for more.

“UHNNN YES, YIIIIIEEESSSS!”

For a virgin such as Torun, such a sight was truly mind-boggling.

‘How are they…?’

He nearly screamed as he finally noticed two humungous bollocks swinging between the woman on top’s legs, slapping into her partner’s ass-cheeks as she battered away at the near-delirious girl.

‘Some demonic magic… they.. they can’t be human size!….’

They looked near the size of peaches.

He didn’t know what to do with his hands, or his mouth which was lolling open, warmth permeating through him from the overhanging brazier as the woman’s toes curled, shaking in the air, and the atmosphere was rent with the cries of bone-deep pleasure.

“UIUGHH, UUHhnnn UGH!”

A squeak escaped Torun’s lips as he beheld an incredibly thick shaft being plunged into the woman’s vagina, punishing it with long, ceaseless strokes.

His own meagre manhood began to rise against his breeches.

‘You can’t enjoy this… it’s… it’s blasphemy!…’

The table rattled, wood creaking, despite appearing to be composed of oak hardwood.

Saliva flooded Torun’s mouth.

‘They are…. I should watch… to check she is okay….’

“Yes, moan my love,” whispered the woman on top, a quiet, almost loving tone contrasting with the way she was treating her lover, as if she were trying to smash her to pieces, and Torun wondered how the young maiden was surviving such vindictive strokes as the dominatrix punished the woman for wanting more. How was the woman on top copulating with such force?

Eventually something did give out, but Torun was shocked that it was the table, the middle slat breaking and sending them through.

He cringed as the mousy-haired woman fell towards the ground… but was cushioned from the impact by the hung female’s hand wrapping around her, spinning and landing them lithely to the floor beside the table.

Torun gawped, and almost dropped his sword at the balletic prowess and strength, and then they were fucking on the floor, still in a missionary position, because it seemed there was no time to waste when they could continue fucking like animals.

“Uh-uh-uh-UH-UHG-uGHH-UGHHH-UGHH-!”

He watched in awe as the girl underneath’s eyes rolled back, and a ridiculous amount of liquid spurted onto her thighs as the woman on top heaved, grunting and sweating. The huge balls beneath her began expanding and contracting like grotesque frogs, beginning a slow pump that caused the girl underneath to writhe in ecstasy.

Torun was getting so hard in his breeches that he could barely contain himself when he saw the young woman’s belly being distended, filled to the brim as she scrabbled for purchase on her lover’s back, apparently loving the feeling of being filled in with cum.

“UHNNGN!!!”

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, but it took him a few more seconds to realise he wasn’t the only one watching.

“Well, well, well…..”

Terror descended on Torun like a cloak as he whirled around to a sight that almost made him piss his britches.

The figure standing in the doorway he crouched in was half again taller than him, her head so high that it was above the height of the braziers lining the walls, lit from underneath so she seemed almost ghoulish. Clad in all-white, she wore a large wide-brimmed hat and flowing dress cinched around curvy hips.

It could only be the owner of the gigantic armour, her heavy bust confirming as much, wrapped in the white lace.

She ducked her head underneath the entryway.

“It seems we have a visitor….”

Her features seemed to flicker, but even beyond the meagre lighting what appeared at first to be pale, almost grey skin seemed rosier the closer he looked, plump cheeks becoming flush, lips pursing as she loomed over him.

“Ordinarily it would anger me to see good furniture broken but… my mood is always lifted by guests, my little treat…...”

Torun could feel the goosebumps covering his body, blood racing as he felt himself go light-headed.

‘She’s a demon. I’m going to die.’

He looked up at the woman towering over him, then to the door and the balcony far above them, holding onto dwindling shreds of hope.

“Oh don’t even think about leaving,” she drawled upon noticing his wide-eyed searching, “I take good care of my guests….”

She took her wide-brimmed hat and placed it gracefully on a seat, rubbing her dress as if to smooth out any wrinkles.

A single step towards him made Torun quiver in terror.

“O-oh….”

“… Now, what’s your name, my treat?”

His eyes briefly darted to the quite incredible bust, two giant covered melons that looked heavy enough to smother (or pummel) him to death, that in any other situation would have had him salivating. Now it seemed like a minor detail in the overall picture, which was him being backed into a corner whilst this humungous demon-woman advanced on him.

“G-Get back!!!!!”

It came out as a broken squeak.

The woman’s eyes grew large, and the smile that snuck onto her face was full of condescension as he hefted the sword roughly in her direction, the blade trembling.

“Well now…. I did wonder why a visitor would wander into my home uninvited… Did you come to….. kill me?....”

A long tongue slithered from her mouth, leaving a subtle wet sheen around her lips.

Torun puffed up his meagre chest to the fullest extent.

“Let…. let HER…. GO!”

The woman snorted.

“Who… her?”

She gestured to the pair lounging on the floor. The girl’s eyes were not quite seeing straight, a look of contentment still draped on her features, and the other woman grinned as she withdrew her wet, flaccid penis from the girl’s broken sex.

“I think she need not be saved, Domina,” she giggled.

The large woman smirked.

“That’s Lady Domina to you, daughter….”

She turned to Torun.

“I think you are mistaken, and surplus to requirements my treat. You should give yourself over willingly… for if you do not…...”

She stretched, arms extending sideways to allow her chest to bulge out in front of her, making the boy’s knees go weak as he looked up at the most inviting bust he’d ever seen, sadly covered by the silk dress. The child in him longed to suckle on the prodigious teats of this woman.

“…. you will end up far worse than merely a slave of Lady Domina and her children….”

The sword felt incredibly heavy in his hands, palms sweating as he tried to maintain a grip.

“S-stop this dark magic…. LET HER GO!”

She lazily disregarded his plea with a flick of her wrist.

“Oh please… You….. want to save her? A peasant girl?”

She examined him for a moment, his wide eyes and firm jaw belied by quivering lips, and her eyebrows rose, questioningly.

“Y-yes…”

“…. My, my….. how interesting... Most merely come here to kill me and collect their precious bounties.... I do enjoy a man with moral character… "

Her hand reached forwards, and he hefted the sword up higher, trying to ignore the blade shimmering as it trembled in his hands.

“… it’s very…. attractive, to me……”

“D-don’t…..”

She was licking her lips once more, the light flickering in her eyes, making them seem like deep pits of fire, looking to consume him.

He realised with a start that they were yellow.

“… Hmmmm…. such a pretty face…. what are we to do with you….. my sweet…..”

His knees felt like they were going to give way at any moment.

"Y-you let… let her…. go….. I-I’m warning you!...."

She sashayed forwards and placed a finger on the tip of his sword.

"are you sure you want to fight me?"

"... W.... Well, I am….. here to save c-"

He didn't have time to finish the sentence as the sword was knocked out of his hand with a swipe, and then he screamed as the world was blotted out by the humungous shadow of the figure, her eyes like two burning torches as they descended on him.

“AAAAAAUUGGHHHHHH!”

The screech brought a laugh from the girl nearby lounging over her paramour.

“Oh I think he’s going to love you mother!”

Lady Domina let out a bellowing laugh, huge hands grabbing him by his tunic and lifting him high into the air.

“I think so TOO!” she cried, her laughter blasting into his face.

Torun squealed again, terrified by the woman’s feverish expression in front of him, one laced with hunger and excitement.

“OOOHHH-P-P-PPLEAASE NO, NOOOO-!!”

His screams were high pitched and screechy, the woman laughing as her huge hands inserted themselves into his breeches, ripping them open.

Torun’s heart froze in his chest, feeling his lower half completely exposed to cool air. Then she was lifting him like a child, settling his thighs on her shoulders, completely open crotch aimed at her face with those huge hands supporting his butt.

“WOAHHH!” screamed Torun, waggling his arms in the air, having to dodge the side of a chandelier threatening to decapitate him, far higher up than he was prepared for with no control over his balance, his cocklet open to the world and soft from its proud six inches once more in the face of certain doom. A sense of wooziness hit him as he stared down at her eager lips pursed close enough to his groin that he could feel her warm breathing on his flaccid manhood.

“HHohh…. w-wait…”

‘She’s going to… she’s going to kill me…. or EAT me!….’

“Mmm… so tasty…. Perhaps I need a sample….”

The woman kept him steady with ease, and her head was large, face lined with anticipation, moving her mouth to within a hairsbreadth of his rather pathetic grubworm.

“Mmm… come here…..”

Torun couldn’t see straight; his terror was absolute as she leaned in…..

“W-wait… W-WAI-!”

He choked in surprise as she landed heavy smacks of her lips like a mother, big ostentatious kisses on his cock and balls that left his head spinning.

“..-TTTUHHhhhhhohhh?!”

“MWA MWAH, MMMM, OH yes.. MNmhhh….”

She kissed and nibbled like a lover, licking underneath the sack and sliding all the way up to the tip of his piss-slit, and the way she closed her eyes with pleasure made his tiny package perk up immediately.

‘But she’s… an enemy. She’s going to kill me.’

The thoughts raced through his head, only to be shunted to the side, Torun gasping as her lips suckled at the loose skin on his balls and his toes curled in delight.

“Ohhhhhh-!…..”

‘What’s.. she doing to me…..!?’

Torun made to put his hands on her cheeks to steady himself, and then pulled backwards, scared of touching her.

The woman’s mouth disengaged with his hardening manhood.

“What’s your name boy?”

His heart pounded in his chest.

“T… Torun…. Winters…”

She grinned slyly.

“Well… Torun Winters…. a pleasure… now put your hands around my head.”

He didn’t move, heart pounding, head spinning. He’d never been in a situation like this, propped up in the air, his legs on a demoness’s shoulders, having his cock licked.

“I-I….”

The woman rolled her eyes.

“Torun, If you shall not listen to reason…. I shall have to threaten you; Put your hands around my head or I’ll SPLIT YOU IN HALF FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!”

Her face became vitriolic for a split-second, a mask of fury.

His stomach shrank even smaller than it already had to the size of pin-head, the colour draining from his face.

“N-no PLEASE..!”

Torun’s hands snapped to her cheeks, and they felt much warmer than they looked… and tougher. It was like her skin, despite being equally smooth, was thicker and less malleable than his.

Slowly, he wrapped his arms around, as if he were about to pull her head onto him.

The woman sighed in relief.

“Honestly… men just need to be told what to do…”

He remained as unmoving as he could, whimpering, hands linked in the soft fullness of her dark hair. She took the opportunity to lay a few kisses on his arm, which tickled, her large tongue leaving a bit of wetness on his wrist.

“Now, use my head, however you want,” she murmured, and she opened wide enough to swallow everything, pushing forwards and enveloping his cock and balls in heat.

“OHHHH!” cried Torun as the immensely pleasurable feeling of her huge tongue salivating across his package sent shivers up his spine, and he clung to her head for support.

His manhood stood to attention like it never had before, jutting out proudly to enjoy her eager ministrations.

‘No… I can’t be feeling arousal for this fiend……’

“Hnnnnuhhh….”

The sensations swirling across his manhood said otherwise, her lips sucking heavily on his package before slurping their way clear, moving back far enough to stare with a knowing look into his eyes.

Her mouth had felt warmer than he expected.

For a moment the cool air kissed his cocklet which jerked in the air, pining for the heat and comforts she provided.

Torun’s blood was racing through his body, unable to break eye contact as her cheeks curled into a clear smile. She remained there, stationary, holding him up in the air, and Torun had a moment to try and take stock of the situation.

‘What does she want??!.... Maybe it is a test or… Or a dark ritual!?...’’

But if he did not obey her….

‘She’ll… Who knows what she’ll do…’

He realised quickly that he had no options. His only play was to do as he was told.

His heart was thumping against his ribs, making his chest jump.

It didn’t hurt that her mouth had felt incredible.

Torun tightened his hands on her head, and she oozed confidence as she bit her lip and then opened wide, waggling her large tongue in front of her, a hairsbreadth from his cock-tip, inviting him in.

Torun whined, and slowly, slowly, pulled her head onto him.

Warmth flooded his package, the lips sealing tight to the base of his manhood.

“HHNnnn!”

He pushed back on her cheeks, and her head obediently backed up, slobbering over his balls as they excited her mouth, and Torun crooned as she vacuum-sucked her way to the tip with lungs twice the capacity of his own.

“G-God!” whimpered Torun.

As the sensitive head was smacked across the tip with her tongue, he shivered, the woman briefly pausing her enjoyment to respond.

“He can’t help you now,” she chuckled.

She kissed his tip whilst watching him, unblinking.

His penis throbbed expectantly, and Torun hesitated for a moment.

‘She’s a vampire. or a devil. I should not give in to this evil...’

Huge eyelashes tickled his belly as she leaned in and blinked up at him.

‘I cannot…’

She gave an evil smile and opened her mouth as if about to engulf his dick, before letting the lightest breath flutter over his manhood.

“HNnn…”

‘….must… not…..’

He slowly, achingly, pulled her head back onto his dick, and moaned as her head pushed onto his manhood, greedily sheathing himself as he keened in delight, legs shuddering on her back as he pumped his hips a little, meeting her lips with his hairless crotch.

“OOhnn…”

“Mmmmmhhhh…”

Down below the two girls whooped, lounging on the floor and now wrapped up in each other’s arms, observing the show and giggling to each other as Cart-wheel-sized hands clung tighter to Torun’s ass cheeks. One finger in particular was pressing so hard into his flesh he began to fear she would draw blood.

“Hn!”

Her power was immense, and despite face-fucking herself she wielded him like a toy, keeping him hoisted in the ear easily even as her neck remained loose so he could pump his hips steadily into her face, her grunts and moans becoming much more animated, her tongue writhing across every lick of skin she could lay it upon.

“Oh God…”

Torun was getting breathless as he felt his excitement overtake him, and the woman moaned into his crotch, so loud that his entire body vibrated, throwing him over the edge and releasing two testicle’s worth of love-juice into her mouth.

“U-h-h-uhnn!!!”

Pleasure hit his brain for a perfect few seconds of bliss.

He spasmed as she didn’t simply swallow, but pressed her tongue to his slit, so his cum exploded on her taste buds, clearly trying to savour the experience instead of simply swallowing his precious seed.

“MMmhhhH…..”

Her moan into his cock was mind-altering.

“OOhhuh-!“

It felt incredible. The heat of it all, the roughness and aggression of her tongue on his cock-head like nothing he’d felt in his life.

“OOhhhhhhuuhhh!-uh-uh-uhhh…….”

It was the first time he’d ever had a woman touch him intimately, and he would not, could not, ever forget it.

He felt her slosh his cum, cock and balls around in her mouth like she was swilling a man-flavoured cocktail, before sucking so hard that he felt like she might detach his cock, going slightly cross-eyed as she sucked her way up to the tip of his manhood, before finally detaching with a wet *POP*.

Torun’s chest was palpitating so hard it felt like goblins were hammering his heart with mallets in the most uneven rhythm imaginable, the way the woman gazed up at him with such lust and coyness too much for his youthful mind to handle, his feet still hanging on her back.

“I’m going to have a lot of fun with you,” she whispered.

The pleasure dissipated, Torun’s full terrifying scenario became clear, sat on the shoulders of a demoness, and he squealed, arms whirling for any sort of escape.

Something solid hit his hand.

The chandelier.

‘YES!’

He grabbed on and pulled upwards with all the strength he had.

The demoness chuckled.

“Oh come now my dear Winters. We were just getting started…..!”

He managed to pull himself nearly free of her, the woman not even bothering to try and stop his hopeless clambering until her visage immediately shifted slightly upon seeing that he might actually pull himself clear.

“Now now my dear…”

She reached out… and Torun kicked.

The foot hit her in the head, and it felt like connecting with a tree, her skull thick and hard enough that he felt it through his boot.

She staggered.

“OH HOW DARE YOU!” she screeched, flailing for his tunic which tore from his body, leaving him naked as the day he was born barring his boots. Torun pulled himself clear of grasping fingers, feeling the heel of his boot connect with something solid once more, sending Lady Domina staggering backwards.

Torun hauled himself up, blood racing through his body as he settled himself above the unlit candles and began searching for a way out.

The world rocked sideways.

“WWOOAHHHH!”

She was clasping to the bottom of the chandelier, and he whimpered as she began to rock it back and forth. Her face was creased and scrunched into a look of pure molten fury.

“YOU DARE TO STRIKE ME, WRETCH!!!”

The world swayed, Torun bleating, searching desperately for an exit.

As he looked down, he bleated upon seeing her pretty white teeth splayed in a wolverine’s snarl as she clenched her fist.

“YOU CANNOT RUN!!!”

Stomach clenched, his eyes flicked to the chandelier next to him and then beyond that….

Torun’s heart started beating again.

‘….The balcony.’

A smaller-sized door stood halfway across it.

His body was numb, head swivelling as a particularly jagged pull of the chandelier made the structure shift right, whiplashing his body to the side.

He tried to size up the gap with the world lurching and realised he would have to jump it.

As he was readying himself…… the chandelier began to spin.

The world blurred sideways, the tang of vomit coming to his mouth as he was swung back and forth, knuckles white as they clung to the gold-trim metal, trying not to look down at the fury of the face beneath him, or the odious rotations of the world around him, the spinning floor far below even worse. Torun tried to focus his eyes on the second chandelier.

“COME DOWN HERE, CRETIN!!”

Adrenaline and sweat made him shake with fear rather than nakedness, trying to ignore the being below him.

Something in the ceiling creaked ominously.

‘Jump.’

He tried not to think about his naked body impaling itself on the chandelier, or falling to the floor in a heap of broken bones.

‘Steady…’

*CCrreak*

The world span faster.

He waited for the hanging ornament to sway forwards slightly before launching himself into the air.

“UFF!”

His chest hit the chandelier on the side which swung forwards, an ominous creak coming from the ceiling as his feet scrabbled up the sides, just out of reach from the woman below.

“CURSE YOU, WINTERS! GET DOWN AT ONCE!”

When he looked beneath him Lady Domina was frothing at the mouth as she followed, hands clawed as she gazed up at him like a rat that had crept into her bed. He mewled, turning his gaze to the wooden railing of the balcony nearby. The drop would likely break his legs if he missed, leaving him at the mercy of the demon.

One more jump.

The ceiling creaked.

Domina’s expression curved into a cruel smile.

“There’s nowhere to go my treat!… Believe me when I tell you… you shall be severelypunished for this….”

She turned and stalked to the staircase at the far end, hands clenching and unclenching.

He needed to do this now.

Torun ignored the cool air on his bare ass, shifting his weight back and forth to build up momentum, some dust hitting his head as the ceiling began to creak again, tiny cracks appearing.

‘Oh no.’

‘Don’t think about it.’

His body tried to seize up, but he focused on making sure to build as much momentum as possible.

The balcony felt miles away, and a large *CRRKKC* sound made him whimper as he flung the chandelier forward one final time, throwing himself into the air just as it detached from the ceiling and span away beneath him, his hand flying forwards to snap closed on the railing as the ornament, projected by momentum, shattered into the wall below in a metallic *CRASH* that sent delicate metal everywhere.

For a moment Torun was sure he had died, the miracle of not having hurt himself in such a physical endeavour simply too unbelievable.

On his knees, joints aching, he gasped.

‘I’m still alive! I am a HERO!!…’

Just as the thought flitted through his head, a tall silky white dress appeared at the far end of the balcony, its owner’s eyes flashing yellow.

“Ah… Going somewhere?!”

She glanced at the small door between them.

Immediately her expression darkened.

“Don’t you dare….”

Torun bleated as he scrambled to his feet and sprinted.

It felt the most horrendously long five seconds of his life, like a bad dream where the monster moves with the speed of the wind, and his own legs were stuck in treacle, his stomach screwing itself up into a ball as the woman began to stalk forwards, her giant strides carrying her twice a normal man’s in one go, her motherly features lined with vitriol.

“.. COME HERE!!”

The woman was two strides away.

‘No…’

He lunged for the door.

One stride.

He grabbed the handle and twisted.

“HNN!”

He scrambled through just as a long-nailed hand seized the air just shy of his ankle.

Torun hoped it was his imagination that the tiniest sliver of a nail had touched him.

Through and into the darkness, naked but for his boots, he careened forwards into total blackness.

Behind him, a booming screech made his blood curdle.

“NOOO!”

He heard desperate scrabbling behind him, and couldn’t help turning his head to see a giant demon woman on her hands and knees shouldering her way in, unable to shove her bust into the confined space, one arm extended to try and claw him back to her.

Her eyes pierced the darkness like a cat’s, two discs of hellfire in the darkness.

“You filthy WRETCH, I will HUNT YOU, AND I WILL BREAK YOU!!!”

Her voice in that moment was piercing and ugly, like nails down a chalkboard.

It was so loud and close that he nearly peed himself, whimpering as he happily gave into his instincts and turned to sprint, the echoes of her voice ringing through dim hallways and up staircases.

The sounds receded, but Torun kept on at a pace.

He nearly screamed at dim figures that turned out to be suits of armour, almost forcing him into scrambling changes of direction.

“HOH-!”

‘Just keep running… keep running…’

He saw a lit torch and ran past it, darkness and distance his only aim as he passed beautiful paintings of ivy-covered buildings and gnarled willow trees sat on tranquil rivers.

*Drip*

A sound up ahead?

*Drip*

He swerved right, banging his knee on the wall next to a set of stairs leading upwards.

“Ooch!”

Light?

The cool air of the castle made his hairs stand on end as he continued up past the lit chamber, glancing what might have been a figure inside looking shocked at the naked boy who had raced past.

A glance of pretty red hair and blood-red nails, gawping, before he whimpered and turned tail onto a parallel corridor to the one he had been going to before… at least, he thought it was parallel? The staircase spirals were confusing.

Onwards, his pace continued, his skin now beginning to feel the cold permeate through it.

Tiny noises or intimidating large halls made him bleat and reverse track to tighter stairwells and crawlspaces where he knew she could not roam.

‘Just keep going…. Keep going…..’

His lungs burnt as he used what energy his body possessed to drag himself through the maze of ever-changing doors and hallways, his elbows hurting as they scraped on stone walls or jutting brackets from the walls, his boots the only thing still on his body, his cock still jumping between his legs as he ran, so scared and shrivelled that any onlooker would barely have noticed it. He could hear voices and moans occasionally permeate from some room or hallway, so Torun would move in the opposite direction until silence fell.

Eventually he slowed, breathing heavily, arms and legs shaking, and fell back, gazing at the room that he had stopped in.

Somewhere deep in the castle, high up. Or somewhere in the far end?

It felt like he should have reached the top somehow already, but when he gazed out of the closed window he could feel the overhanging sense of the rest of the castle around him in the form of subtle shadows, as if he were looking out from the maw of a dragon on the walls and long gardens that covered the surroundings, almost melding into the forest beyond through overhanging trees and vines.

He took a few shivering breaths, the tension which had been ebbing from his shoulders and neck returning with a vengeance.

Pitch black.

Naked bar his boots.

No weapon.

Now what?

He slumped for a moment in the small room he had found himself in.

As his eyes adjusted, it turned out he was sitting in some sort of antique chamber with a fine, but by no means grand bed, a wardrobe, and the ornate window, which also had an array of rather wonderful plants, dominated by the same purple roses he had seen from earlier.

It felt… lived in.

Then Torun saw a grey woman staring down at him from above, eyes flashing.

“AAAAAGGHHHH!”

His girlish scream echoed in the chamber as he scrambled to his knees, shivering, at the sight of the humungous picture, hung up next to the bed.

He took a moment to catch his breath, whimpering.

The woman’s face was as beautiful as ever, this time not curled into quivering rage, but held in noble posture.

He stared at the woman’s cleavage, more revealing in the painting so he could see the healthy swell of her breasts, and perhaps… a hint of nipple?

He leaned in for a moment.

Deep shame filled him.

‘I… I must be braver than this… Better than this…..’

He shivered, realising the night air was seeping in, goosebumps covering his skin as he walked over to the wardrobe to begin rummaging for any sort of garments he could find.

‘Who was that woman… A vampire? She had no fangs.. a werewolf? No, surely not…..’

The stern face on the wall continued to watch him out of the corner of his eye, and he had to physically shake himself to focus.

‘It’s just a picture.’

Nonetheless his heart quivered, looking the incredibly stern woman up and down again before moving to the closet. He began rummaging through all the clothes, despairing at the frivolity of lady’s wear… corsets…. pretty summer gowns and hosiers…. he eventually found a mustard-yellow dress that most certainly was made for summery days spent in fields, but seemed at least to be quite plain.

He sighed.

“Oh rat-baskets….”

No other clothes were better suited to placing on his frame, and Torun found himself pulling the dress on with a resigned air.

‘What a hero I am…’

When he had finished, he looked in the full-length mirror, and felt ill.

‘Congratulations… the milk-maiden Torun Winters….’

His tunic, breeches, horse and sword were nowhere to be seen… and it didn’t help that the dress he wore was quite pretty on his slim figure.

He shook his head.

“What now,” he muttered sulkily to himself, trying not to think the visage he had just witnessed.

As he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes were drawn to the collection of purple roses. In this light, he could see the violet edges more clearly, the way they faded all the way through to the inky black centre.

He reached forwards and smelt one.

Immediately the hazy musk that he had felt back at the castle entrance hit him, and he reeled back.

His mind drifted for a moment, relaxed by the pleasantness of it…

‘I feel…..’

Almost instantly the picture of the demoness drew his gaze.

This time he openly stared at the bust of the woman, roving over the chest he wanted more and more to squeeze and nuzzle, wishing he could tear the silk dress apart.

“Hnn…”

Warmth flowed south, and his hand nudged a rising tent in his dress as he took in those thick kissable lips…

For a moment, he considered removing the dress and continuing to explore this feeling.

‘She’s so beautiful…’

As quickly as it had come, the overwhelming sense of pleasure and hunger faded to merely a dull ache, and he took his hand from his engorgement.

‘What am I….’

Torun clasped his head in his hands.

‘The rose… it… it does something to your mind…’

He breathed heavily, before realising that the subtle scent of the flower was still present everywhere.

‘That’s… THAT’S how they bewitch them!’

Torun realised that every second he spent in the castle was dangerous.

‘I must find as many prisoners as I can at once…’

There was little time.

He turned and began to creep out into the halls once more, the stealthy washerwoman.

‘I remembered some sounds back there on a parallel corridor… and that woman cannot easily enter these smaller places… I should stick to them…’

He began to move slowly through the smaller and less exotic hallways, his only company the strange looking greenery and bright colours of tulips and dandelions which stood on every windowsill, as well as the ever-present creepier looking purple roses which loomed in the darker corners like hell-spawned monsters.

‘So many roses…. and where is everybody?’

Sometimes he would hear the faintest whisper of voices, but this time whenever he tried to follow it only left him in rooms with no other passageways, or loops that led back onto each other.

He even retraced his steps back to the red-haired girl…. but he found the room profoundly empty, the candle snuffed out.

Beyond the smoking candle, there was no sign of life.

These patterns became more and more concerning until finally, just when Torun was considering if it was simply better for his safety to escape whilst he could and return the next night, cowed and weaponless…..

“Hmm.”

His heart froze as he looked inside a room almost identical to the one he had borrowed the dress from earlier, bearing the same four-poster bed, wardrobe and window.

The difference here was that this room was occupied by a figure sitting in dim light.

She was carefully tending to some small, blood-red spheres bunched together within deep green leaves, humming to herself as she did.

“Hmmm… hmm-hm……”

Approaching the room he managed to make out some mousy-brown hair….

‘HER!’

Torun realised it was the girl that had been engaging in the rut earlier in the library. Frankly the fact she could even walk was quite something after the performance that had taken place earlier.

“Hey!”

His whisper caught her attention, and she looked first in surprise, then in alarm, dropping the watering can in her hand which clattered to the ground.

*CLANG*

“Oh… Can I help… You?!”

The relief that she was not one of the demon women made him almost want to cry with joy, and he rushed over to her.

“Oh Madam, I have found you!”

She backed away, stunned.

“Who is- … Is… that a dress?”

“I…. Yes, these aren’t my clothes…..”

He picked up the can and set it to the side, face cherubic.

“Listen, I saw what they did to you earlier, and I won’t let it happen again, I’m here to rescue you!…My name is Torun Winters…”

The girl had the same face of one that had seen a ghost.

“WHAT THE-… what, who are you?!” she hissed, “that boy from earlier….. with the sword?!”

“I… I’m a man…but yes, the sword… I… I tried to rescue you….”

She folded her arms.

“You… rescue me? You mean when you were sat on Lady’s shoulders, letting her lick your penis, right?”

A warm flush hit his cheeks.

“What? Well indeed yes…. it was… life or death…. I am.. am here to rescue you!””

She seemed to present no visible excitement at the prospect, cocking her head as she moved over to another collection of purple roses. Torun eyed them warily.

“Lady Domina is very upset that you’re scurrying around. Terrible behaviour for a guest.”

“Guest?”

For the first time a dry smile came to her pretty face.

“Well…. perhaps more than a guest… I have not seen her this excitable in a long time. I think she really likes you.”

He puffed his chest up, lip wobbling as he tried to forget exactly what they had been doing at their first meeting.

“I’M… no guest… and…. she will find that to her peril. Now… now tell me, what’s your name?”

“Rose.”

“I am honoured… Rose, come with me.”

“Come with you?”

He cocked his head.

“Well.. of course, yes, we must leave at once!”

“Why?”

“W…..”

His brain struggled to find a logical reaction to this. He had sort of assumed that any woman he found would be dying to be rescued.

“I…. we have to go, before that demon finds us.”

For a moment she turned something over in her head.

“And… if I say no?”

He flinched, taking a moment to further evaluate the situation, and then set his jaw.

“You are bewitched, I will save you from yourself.”

Her eyes widened, before slipping into a resigned stare.

“Ah…. very well then… lead on my saviour.”

Torun almost felt burnt by the acid sarcasm in her voice.

Rose plucked one of the roses, and Torun’s eyes widened.

“Put that down!”

She paused, looking down with a raised eyebrow at the flower, then at him.

“Why?”

“It is bewitched!”

It looked for a moment like she was trying to avoid the corners of her mouth curling upwards.

“…. Very well….”

She placed it back.

“Right… So…. where do… they keep the other prisoners?”

“Prisoners?”

He shook his head.

‘She must truly be bewitched.’

“Others like you…. They steal women from the village below correct? Where do they keep them! I saw another girl earlier… she had red hair….”

She took a moment to process.

“Ah… Prisoners… O-Of course. Well, follow me….”

She stood up and began walking at a brisque trot, Torun following on with a quick stride as he was led through passageways and long corridors that stretched out as if extending as they walked down them.

Torun’s energy rose as he felt things finally clicking into place.

Take control. Be the hero.

‘Rescue the prisoners and escape before morning… The villagers will sing my praises come sunrise!’

“Nice dress,” uttered Rose over her shoulder.

“Hmph… I had to… it was necessary to keep warm,” Torun responded, his confidence punctured somewhat.

His bravado was even further reduced as he realised the significance of being led into larger hallways and rooms with huge fireplaces, dining tables and windows which allowed moonlight to stream into the rooms, illuminating them in pale, lifeless light.

He spied a lace handkerchief the size of a small tablecloth sat next to an empty plate.

These were rooms that she almost certainly frequented.

An icy feeling of dread crept down his spine.

“C-can we… move on? Quickly?” Torun muttered.

“Of course!” Rose sang, leading him on to thankfully smaller passages.

As they walked deep into the castle, Torun tried to speak to Rose to calm her (or perhaps more accurately, calm himself).

“So… so who is she?”

“Who?”

“The… demon.”

“Demon?? You mean… Lady Domina?”

“… You… you know her name?”

She smiled.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I…”

“You.. confer with it…”

‘Perhaps she truly is corrupted?’

“Well…”

“So you are… possessed?...”

Torun said this and then took a step to his left, spying a suit of armour, a sword at its side.

He placed his hand on the hilt and took it.

Lighter… a better fit for him.

Rose’s eyes went wide. She paused under a lit brazier, the shadows flickering on her face making it appear to morph into something unholy under the flame.

“… I only conferred with her because I had to,” she managed eventually, her face emptying of emotion.

Torun nodded, relaxing a touch, although he kept his hand firmly on the hilt, savouring the weight.

“How do I know?”

Rose sniffed.

“I… I remember myself….. You truly are a brave warrior…. and I have led you these past few minutes, and you are still alive, are you not?”

Torun nodded slowly.

“Yes… it is true.”

He hefted the blade in front of him, waving it side to side. Rose watched with an impassive expression.

“… Very well… let us find the other prisoners.”

Rose nodded once, then made her way onwards at a quicker pace, Torun following behind.

‘A rescued prisoner… The village’s girls returned…. I believe my mother and sister will not know what to say to me when I meet them triumphant!’

A few shafts of moonlight flickered off a line of crossbows on the wall as he idly dreamed of returning home a saviour and warrior.

That would show them... that would show everyone.

They increased the pace, moving sideways through another small passage which seemed to be for servants…. or perhaps a noble wishing to make a sneaky escape; all stony walls with sharp edges and some sort of leak from above which made some stones slick to the touch.

“Wait!”

“What?!”

She peeled her eyes.

“Let me check ahead for a moment….”

He stared at her for a moment, trying to figure her out.

‘Risky… what if she is still bewitched?’

“….No… no let us stick together. I wish to keep you safe…”

She looked as if she wished to argue, before relenting.

“Very well…”

They moved on for a few moments.

“…. There.”

A small opening could be seen in the side of the corridor, along with a large hole in the floor with ropes hanging into it. Torun eyed the odd contraption.

“What is it?”

“… Ah… it is part of the serving lift that brings food up..… She often keeps prisoners within this room!”

Nerves frayed at the edges of his fingers.

The room beyond looked incredibly dark.

He moved forwards to the shaft intersecting with the corridor which dropped down in front of them, thick ropes attached to some pulleys above their heads, with an opening to their right into the unseeable space.

Torun paused, his eyes widening, something slimy and cold beginning to wrap around his stomach.

The room was pitch black, but felt enormous.

“Are you…. sure there are prisoners here?”

Rose nodded vehemently.

“Usually…. At least, after she’s enjoyed them.”

He stared at her with growing fear in his heart as the corners of her mouth crept up a touch.

“… Enjoyed?”

Rose bit her lip, suddenly looking quite demonic in the darkness.

“Yes…. like how Ezlarin enjoyed me.”

Warmth flowed to his britches as he remembered Rose with her eyes rolled up, bellowing as she was pleasured by the roiling union of her lover.

‘Don’t think about that.’

He swallowed, hefting his sword in one hand as he tried to push the thoughts aside.

‘Come on… be the hero.’

“Right…. w-wait here….”

He attempted, slowly, to cross over the long drop.

‘Easy… one step at a time…’

His eyes glanced down the long shaft below.

“Whu!”

Dizziness hit him.

The world lurched as his foot hit a patch of slippery rock.

Just as he was about to go over, Rose’s hand snapped to the nape of his neck and pulled.

Torun fell backwards, his foot kicking out into nothingness as he scrambled back, bleating as the sword scraped the stone walls around them.

“Oof!”

They landed in a heap.

“Maybe… leave the sword here,” whispered Rose, looking shaken.

“Yes… very… very well,” he managed, trying to stop his hands from trembling.

Placing it aside he approached again, carefully anchoring his weight to the side, heart quivering as he slipped himself through the opening and into the dark room, sweaty hands gripping the sides whilst keeping his eyes averted from the drop below.

“That’s it!” said Rose behind him, nervously peering down and flinching backwards, before leaning over as close as she dared to the room. “Do you see them?”

Torun moved his hands through inky darkness.

He paused, feeling soft, luxurious carpets under his feet, searching for a light.

“I-I see little….. Can you shine the torch inside?!”

Rose gingerly held the torch as far out of the entrance as she could, which wasn’t a long way as she tried to keep herself away from the pit beneath her.

“Is…. is this enough?”

“That’ll do,” he replied, attempting to furnish an encouraging smile her way, which she didn’t acknowledge, too busy sweating as she kept her balance, clutching the stone wall with one hand as the light flickered on her uncomfortable features.

The room seemed to dance and come alive under the orange flame, hues of deep red burgundy colouring the carpet and drapes, an aged white makeup table which looked like it had been repaired many times stood opposite a gigantic four-poster bed, a large window looking out onto the grounds.

A feeling of cold dread crept down Torun’s spine as he looked around.

He was standing in a bedroom. Above the bed was a picture of a woman that looked like Lady Domina, although her cheeks were sharper, her eyes slightly smaller and beady.

If he were to make a guess, it looked awfully like it could be Lady Domina’s mother.

There was no question of course as to who slept here….

Torun shivered.

They were in the lion’s den.

Chilled by their discovery, Torun began to dash to check the corners, under the bed,

Nothing.

‘Where are they?....’

“Hello? Anyone here?”

He paused at the huge hardwood wardrobe, strangely coffin-like in appearance.

‘What if she is inside?’

The idea was ludicrous, but tiny voices of doubt continued to natter as he carefully grabbed the handle, and pulled.

He had a moment of panic at the large forms of black, red and white lacey dresses, a ball gown and even what looked like an ancient wedding dress that seemed completely out of style, to the point he couldn’t remember ever seeing one like it.

He let out a thankful breath.

How old was Lady Domina…. was she married?.....

He wondered what the woman would look like in a wedding dress and found his mind wandering, him hand in hand with his busty, powerful bride.

What her bust would look like bursting from such a pretty, flowing gown…..

Saliva filled his mouth, Torun shaking his head.

‘Stop, Rose said there were prisoners-‘

*Thnk*

Torun’s senses heightened, his spine going ramrod straight.

“Did…. did you hear that?” he hissed back towards the opening.

“Hear what?”

*Thnk-Thnk*

‘Footsteps.’

Torun felt a winter cold seep through his dress and into his bones.

“She’s… she’s coming!”

He raced across the room to the opening.

*Thnk-Thnk-Thnk-*

As he got to the opening, the door burst open with a *CRASH*, and Rose dropped the torch down the hole, Torun leaping in at the last moment as the room was plunged into darkness.

“WHAT ON EARTH-!”

The sound of a large figure stomping in the room dominated their ears as they stayed huddled in the passageway, a few seconds of her fiddling with something followed by light flickering once more in the opening.

“…..Who dares to hide in my lair??.....”

A shadow fell across the opening, and Torun crept back in terror, pressing against Rose, who had gone as still as a statue.

‘We need to run…’

He turned to see Rose looking resolutely rooted, a tiny shake of her glimmering eyes the only thing he could discern in the half-light.

“…. Is that my little Torun Winters scurrying around in the dark?!”

Heavy, thudding footsteps paced up and down, right in front of the opening where Torun and rose were crouched just beyond.

“Oh little mousey, where are you…..”

*Thnk-thnk-thnk*

A few moments of silence.

A few more.

Torun willed his breathing to remain silent despite bursting for air, his blood cold, before edging back to the hole to peek inside.

The giant demoness’s torso entered his vision, freezing him in place, close enough that he could make out the embroidered cuffs of her gown, and the long nails carefully manicured as they clicked together. It took all his will not to scramble backwards again, as any movement might alert her.

After a few seconds she moved away, stopping to observe something unseen to Torun before settling down in front of the make-up desk, the chair beneath her creaking as she let out a sigh of comfort.

The yellow eyes searched up and down in the mirror, not noticing the young man and woman perched in the darkness nearby. Once again through the fear Torun’s loins heated as he was taken by how beautiful she was. She looked regal, back straight and neck tall.

The woman stood up again, and Torun couldn’t help admiring the curve of her ass as she bent forwards.

If she were to sit on him, it seemed perfectly possible she could crush him if she wished.

He had to chide himself.

‘Stop these wicked thoughts about her. She is a demoness. A being of evil.’

Her fingers reached for a small bottle, opening it and applying some blood red lipstick to herself, giving a smooch to the mirror.

Torun felt his heart beating quicker in his chest for a reason other than fear, warmth spreading to his fingertips.

He wondered… would she be able to hear his heartbeat? What did the lipstick taste like?

A small cough came from behind him.

The woman jerked upright.

Torun turned in horror, Rose holding a hand over her lips, eyes wide.

When he looked back, Lady Domina was staring straight into the darkness where they crouched like quivering mice.

Torun’s whole body went icy cold, his hands becoming clammy as the huge mass of woman raised up, eyes searching, walking to the opening.

She stopped just short.

Torun felt like he might faint, he was so terrified, staring at her cat-like eyes.

She paused, sniffing the air.

Torun had a moment of sheer mind-numbing panic where every muscle in his body felt simultaneously on fire and yet utterly paralysed, the woman’s hands flexing as she pawed at something only she could see.

Eventually, her nostrils flared… and she walked back to settle in front of the mirror once more, perching her two humungous cheeks on the edge of the chair.

Torun managed to let out a ragged breath.

From here he could watch as she evaluated herself once more, moving her hat slightly left and right, before placing it on a stand close by. A hand came and carefully rubbed a speck of dust from her chest, sighing.

Torun’s heart settled to a nervous staccato. She had not seen them. All they had to do was move o-

Lady Domina let out a soft moan.

Torun watched in growing intrigue as she rubbed a hand down her belly, fingering the long dress as she did so, sliding her way down to her thighs.

‘Is she…?’

His heart, barely recovered from the previous episode, began to beat wildly again as she plied the fingers between her legs.

Torun’s virginal mind went into overdrive as he watched the most outlandishly gorgeous woman he had ever seen began to reach underneath her dress.

“Hhnn…”

His head felt like it was squeezing in on itself. Torun’s cheeks were flushed.

‘We should….. should go…’

His legs declined to cooperate, Torun rooted as the woman leaned back in her chair and began to relax, legs pulling wider.

Her now blood-red lips parted into a circle, wet.

A low-pitched moan vibrated up through his feet, the same one he had felt from her when she had sucked his cock, making him tremble. Torun could feel his manhood rising in a silent salute, urging him to close his proximity with this being of such power and passion.

Her fingers slipped lower.

Torun watched with bated breath as the dress was slowly pulled back.

Up the knee…. past huge bull-like thighs rippling with tremendous muscles and fat….

And up to her waist, unveiling her groin.

Torun choked back a scream.

Lady Domina had unveiled a cock so big it more than rivalled a horse’s penis in size, a huge drooling Cthulu risen from the abyss, drooping from its own weight and already sporting a long line of cum connecting it to the floor like a drooling carnivore.

Torun’s soul left his body. He stared, mouth open wide enough that his jaw hurt, eyes locked in on the instrument that changed everything he thought he knew about the world and shattered it.

Thick, pulsing veins ran down the side, and a healthy bushel of black pubic hair sprouted from the base.

A smell hit him soon after, a virulent musk that felt like his nostrils had been invaded, grimacing at the sheer power of it.

“Hmm.”

He jumped as Rose made the noise right next to his ear, peering through the hole alongside him. Torun had to force himself to stay upright, terrified, a small squeak escaping his lips as Lady Domina leaned back in her chair, placing a hand lazily around the shaft.

He watched it jump in her hand, and her head lolled back, a long moan issuing as she pulled the dress up with her free hand, revealing more of her body, the crevasses and dips that formed eye-catching hips, up to mind-bendingly large breasts which sat heavily on her chest.

“Nice huh?” murmured Rose.

Torun gave her the tiniest shake of his head, horrified at her casual manner.

Lady Domina’s ear pricked. Torun somehow willed his body to become quieter, as if his heart could soften itself of its own accord.

The pause lasted a few seconds before she continued, if anything with greater enthusiasm this time, flinging her dress aside and placing a hand on one breast, nail feathering across the areola, a large dark bruise, before veering towards a firm, juicy nipple.

Torun found himself watching the finger as it went close but didn’t touch, circling around and around.

‘Why is she not touching it?’

The more she circled, and the more she squirmed, the more Torun found himself getting frustrated, wanting it to happen.

‘Just touch it…’

He found himself squirming along with her, hand raising as if willing to do the deed itself.

Meanwhile his free hand nudged the hardness forming at the front of his dress, fingers gently finding the tip as Lady Domina finally, thankfully, honed in and squeezed directly on her hard nub. She groaned long and slow in gratification, matched quietly by Torun as she began to touch herself more aggressively.

“What are you doing?” muttered Rose, and Torun shook as if coming out of a trance.

“N-nothing!”

He clammed up as Lady Domina’s revelry in her own body slowed, traces of a frown visible on her thick lips for a moment.

After an aching pause, during which Torun hoped he had imagined her eyes flicking to his in the mirror, she settled herself once more, reached down… and enclosed her hand around the huge shaft, beginning to move her hand up and down it.

*Shliick-shliick-shliicck*

Torun could only liken it to the sound of churning butter, watching rapt as she slid her tightening fist up and down. A shiver ran down his spine as a nasty glob of white liquid oozed free of the slit and ran down her knuckles, trickling across a pretty silver ring she wore on her index finger.

“Hnnnn.”

Her moan was breathy, and light.

Seeing the full majesty of her, this figure that was more woman than any woman on earth, was setting Torun’s brain on fire in a way that he couldn’t quite comprehend.

He swallowed a large glob of saliva.

More filled his mouth.

A large hand snaked into her hair and gripped it as the other hand went faster, less sexy and more brutal, a hard wanking sound as she spanked her meat with gusto.

*SCHWAP-SCHWAP-SCHWAP*

“Hmmm… HHnnnnn….. Oohh……”

It was so loud that if he hadn’t been looking at it, he couldn’t have comprehended something so large and wet being chugged at that volume, the noise joined by low moans as Lady Domina sank into her seat, free hand working its way up and down her body, sampling the delights that a growing part of Torun desperately wanted to enjoy.

“NNnn….”

The heavy, sucking *SCHHllICK-Schlick-schliiick* sounds were so visceral, getting louder as she began to masturbate at an absurd rate, the fats of her belly and breasts jiggling as she pounded her cock. A few pearls that she wore around her neck tinkled and rattled as her body began to gyrate.

For a while Torun watched the most endowed and physically gifted woman he had ever seen pleasure herself.

His temple pulsed, lightheaded.

It was simply too much.

“Hhnn… HNNnnn!”

She was really getting into it now, chair creaking under her movement, her legs splayed out wide as she began to pound herself.

“Ohhhh Torrrruunnnn……!”

Torun’s jaw fell.

He watched, frozen, as she continued to race her fist up and down, pumping, pumping, pumping, faster and faster.

‘She…. she doesn’t know I am here..’

But she remembered his name.

The woman’s knee jerked as she closed in on a raging orgasm.

Not only that… she was fantasising about him.

Saliva returned to his mouth redoubled.

‘What…. she’s masturbating about me…’

His own hardness strained to be free, to find its own pleasure as he watched Lady Domina pacify her lust.

*SHLICK-SHLICK-SHLICK*

“Wwwwwinters….WWWINTERS…….MMNnhh….

Her eyes were closed, head leant back, lost in the indulgence of it.

It must have been minutes, but to Torun it felt like it passed in a heartbeat, too quickly to enjoy, a part of him longing for this to continue forever, too excited to leave, but too scared to join in. He simply watched and enjoyed the incredible way her fist powered up and down the shaft, the way she bucked whenever a particularly pleasurable ripple ran up her back.

Another spurt of liquid flew upwards, landing on her belly, catching in her bellybutton.

Torun watched in growing excitement as the figure began to rise to her climax.

Her voice filled the room, and Torun couldn’t help a small exclamation of his own, nudging his tented dress quietly.

“MMMMMnnnUHHhhhhh…..”

“Mn…”

Lady Domina was fully bucking her hips now, the chair groaning and bending slightly under the brutal weight of its owner, one foot raising up to perch on the edge of the makeup desk so that Torun could see huge toes curling as Lady Domina let out a hideous moan.

“OOOHHHHRURGGGGHHHHHhh……”

Torun’s felt heat flowing to his crotch as her cock made one final, electrifying throb, the woman’s eyelids fluttering as pleasure overtook her.

*SPLLUURRGGE!!!!*

Cum flew from her penis in spurts so huge that it looked like someone had redirected a waterfall through her piss-slit.

Torun felt a ripple of pleasure, and a spurt of pre-cum wet the front of his garb.

‘Oh…’

Lady Domina’s legs shook as huge white jets exploded into the ceiling and fell to the floor in a cum-flavoured hailstorm as she wanked her dick to completion, arms and legs twitching as the pleasure took over her body.

She was sweating as she released, as if exorcising herself of a demonic evil.

Torun watched a long line of cum shoot into the air and land on the mirror in front of her, draping it in icing. Another hit herself directly in the face, some entering her own mouth as she growled and hissed.

“Gluurhh…!”

The smell of seed began to seep into the passageway and Torun gagged as he felt the brutal miasma of cock-smell and testicular juices infest his sinuses.

It was unbelievably strong.

Rose leaned over with a knowing look.

“Like what ya see?” she whispered, crinkling her nose.

“Shhh….!” he hissed back, watching the figure as she lounged in the chair, eyes locking straight on the huge cock with rivulets of cum running down the side.

Rose scrunched her nose but said nothing, instead allowing her ‘saviour’ to watch, spellbound as the demoness eked out a few last dregs of liquid passion from her shlong.

“Very… brave of you,” she smirked, looking down.

The front of the dress had a clear wet patch, stuck to the tent at his front.

“Sh… shhh,” he shot back, covering up his humiliating hardness, “no talking….”

“Fine, fine…….. Look, unless you want to stay here, let’s take the catacombs, we can find the prisoners there!” Rose hissed, far too loud.

Torun felt like his head was going to explode, gesturing wildly to stop talking, crouching low as he glanced over his shoulder at the woman still enjoying the dregs of her orgasm.

For a moment he was certain the fiendish eyes had glanced their way again.

The woman adjusted herself, before coming to a stop, letting go of the pulsing thing between her legs, her hands, breasts and face wet with her own seed.

Torun’s mind reeled. His breathes came quick and shallow.

Slowly she stood, a sheen of beautiful wet translucence on her skin that made Torun heartily wish he was pressing his face into it. She traipsed slowly forwards, absent-mindedly, right next to the service lift where the two mice lay, trembling.

The brutal smell of cum barrelled into Torun’s nostrils, his eyes watering, light-headed from the fumes of her seed.

He wondered what trailing his tongue across her belly would be like.

‘It would taste so deeply of her essences…. Lord what am I thinking?!!?’

Lady Domina idly placed her hand on her hips, the pork-sword between her legs beginning to lose its vigour, drooping down between her thighs.

“Mmmh…. I believe a bath is required…..”

She turned, and Torun stared at the demoness’s huge buttocks tensing and untensing all the way to the door and through it, closing with an ominous *THUNK*.

His heart pounding in his chest, all Torun could picture as the footsteps receded was the buttocks walking away from him, and the woman’s face as her cock exploded; delirious, animalistic lust splayed across a lopsided smile, eyelids fluttering.

“Thoughts?” murmured Rose, smirking.

“What?!”

He jerked around, and then realised his erection was still fully outlined in the front of his dress.

“I-I’m fine!” he said in a voice too high to confirm the statement, before turning so she wouldn’t see the wetness at his front, wishing he could simply undo his lust as his situation descended on him.

‘I am wearing a milk-maiden’s dress, and have soiled it with my own lust….’

He hung his head, part of him wanting to collapse to the ground in shame and humiliation.

‘I am no hero.’

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