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Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

Tucker was a bit surprised the man didn't know what roofies were since he warned him about how some gays might slip things in his drinks, but he shrugged it off, thinking that it just might have been a term he never came across. Instead, he listened to the rest of the man's response. When his uncle said that Tucker was probably going to be too busy with college, anyway, he said, Journalism. He gave a casual shrug. Not that it was that big of a deal, but he thought he would at least mention it, even if the man might not care to know. He wasn't sure what his minor was going to be. He hadn't considered it yet, figuring that he would decide during the first or second semester. His gaze drifted down to where Uncle Mason was scratching, his eyes widening infinitesimally as he half-expected to see the hand go farther down his pants. He quickly returned his attention to eye level, though, not wanting to get stuck staring. At least he could just pass off the glimpse as a minor distraction this way. He dispelled the thoughts and shook his head. Nah, I can look at that stuff on my phone if I need to. He regarded his uncle's warning about the towels with a small nod, hoping he could remember that tomorrow morning when he did take a shower. Otherwise he might be in for a nice surprise. As for the last question, he shook his head once again. Nope, but I'm gonna need the connection if I'm going to look at that stuff you told me to look at. He glanced at the laptop that was still on before looking back at his uncle.
Thread: A Princess for the Feared One {darkest_fate&Retsu}

The Kingdom of Mirantha was in trouble. Actually, they had been for some time now. Everyone in the land knew that Mirantha bordered one of the darkest, foulest domains in all existence. The Paladins of Mirantha had spent years fighting off that darkness, keeping it from spilling onto the lands of light. They had succeeded for countless generations, breeding more heroes than the rest of the land could muster. Yet something had changed in recent years a new demon lord had arisen. Nobody knew much about this lord, beyond the fact that he clearly had power and charisma. The name was whispered in corridors, and even the staunchest general felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing that dark word spoken aloud. This being simply inspired that much terror within the forces of Light. To make matters even worse, the being apparently knew how to lead, and how to inspire ferocity in its minions. Border outposts had begun falling, and even a town had recently been felled. The Counsel of the Wise had therefore pulled their great impressive minds. They needed something to satiate this lord's lust, something to stop his reign of terror. All knew that demons were slaves to their darker impulses, giving into their desires for violence, for murder, for debauchery, for lust. Several of the local village girls, and nearly every female soldier in the area, had experienced a demon firsthand. Thus, the Counsel believed they had a solution. Princess Isabella til Mirantha was renowned for her beauty and grace. In fact, the princess was equally as famous as this foul demon lord, in exactly the opposite direction. The princess had the sort of beauty that inspired songs. Her skin had the color of porcelain, a white soft enough to look like fallen snow. It made the flushed red of her lips stand out all the further. Ebony curls fell about her, framing a face that looked stolen from angels. Expressive blue eyes looked out from that face, often showing the intelligence and empathy that shown within. As if this weren't enough, the princess's body inspired lust and jealousy. Her hips flared perfectly, her body curved deliciously, with just a hint of fat that came from a life of luxury. Said fat also went to improving her bust, which while impressive, was not obscene. Merely two orbs that jutted out from her chest, usually supported by dresses of the highest fashion, dresses that she wore now, as she approached the designated area. The Counsel had contacted the demons, had established this exchange. The feared one was supposed to meet them here, to take the princess and cease hostilities. That was the hope. That was why the trembling princess was standing before a realm of darkness, pretending that horrific sights weren't just within her gaze. Murmurs passed around her, forming almost a cloud. The feared one should appear now, and all feared his coming, none so much as Isabella herself.
Thread: A Princess for the Feared One {darkest_fate&Retsu}

Thule, or as the humans called him 'the feared one', didn't become the demon lord the kingdom of Mirantha knows him as today. He started out as a lowly demon whose only purpose was to do whatever -his- lord told him to do. It would always be steal this, attack him, kidnap her, and whatever else he wanted Thule to do. Thule always watched his other fellow demons go off into war with the silly humans, and that was what he dreamed of doing himself one day. He wanted to slash humans down to size, wanted to cut a human's throat as they begged for mercy, and wanted to rape and pillage villages. Alas, he was confined to only being a petty criminal for his demon lord. That was until he grew tired of his monotone life. He had to live out his dream one way or another. First he tired speaking to his lord to ask if he can join his army, but he was quickly turned down. Then he tried proving his worth to his lord, but he was never noticed by him. Thule had given up on ever becoming the soldier he dreamed of being, but then something happened that gave him a chance once more. His lord fell to a lucky shot to the eye by some stupid human, and fell immediately. There was a fighting competition to see who the new demon lord would be, and who was there as the first demon? Thule himself. He fought long and hard suffering many gashes and bruises, but he came out on top. The new demon lord quickly went to work establishing his reign, and in just a few simple weeks. He was the strongest demon lord that currently lived, and he couldn't be happier. The kingdom of Mirantha was on his list of particular villages he wanted to destroy, and he was getting close to taking the kingdom. That was until the humans had contacted him with a deal to stop harassing their kingdom. They would give him their princess in exchange that he would stop attacking their kingdom. Thule agreed to the exchange, and told the humans to meet him in a designated spot. So, you finally made it? Thule appeared out of thin air to these humans with a couple of his demon soldiers guarding him. He was in his human form, if you will, and stood with his arms crossed. His hair was jet black and short. He carried a body that was lean with a bit of muscle. Thule studied Isabella, a sultry smile on his face Come hither my lady, I'm going to bring you to your new home.
Thread: A Princess for the Feared One {darkest_fate&Retsu}

Even in his human form, the feared one caused some terror and dismay among those gathered. It was fortunate that only the barest minimum of people had accompanied Princess Isabella on that fateful day, otherwise the panic might have been more noticeable still. Even then, several of the Counsel elders took steps backward, and those with finer senses might notice even more disgusting reactions occurring in a few of them. Even the guards seemed to flinch. Isabella, for her part, remained more or less where she was. The beautiful princess swallowed, forcing herself to take a step closer to her soon-to-be-captor. The demon lord didn't look too bad in fact, he looked more or less human. Isabella had seen the pictures of demons before, and had even seen one kidnapped. She knew that they could take on forms that would destroy the mind. To find that the one she had to deal with looked decidedly human was a relief, one that showed in those expressive eyes. Indeed we did, said the princess. She moved forward, bowing into a curtsy, using the formality to restore some of her confidence. I am Princess Isabella til Mirantha, oldest daughter of the king and queen. I am the princess promised to you, demon lord. It occurred to Isabella that they didn't know the demon lord's name, but she figured she would soon enough. Swallowing hard, she took a few more hesitant steps, stopping within arm's reach of her new... captor? Husband? Whatever the demon lord was to her, she was within his grasp now, obviously willing to go along with him.
Thread: A Princess for the Feared One {darkest_fate&Retsu}

Heh, look at these silly humans cowering in fear of my presence. Tis a pity, I can't kill them anymore. Oh well, I get a beautiful princess, and I got other kingdoms I can destroy. Thule took Isabella by her waist and looked over towards the one human who seemed to be in charge You have my word that your kingdom will remain untouched, -but- should any humans come attack me and I find that they are from your kingdom. That deal will be broken, and I will attack without mercy. Without another word, the demon just disappeared out of thin air to the humans. But to Isabella and the demons, they were transported to hell itself Welcome Isabella, to your new home! Thule still remained in his human form for now, but she would see his true form soon enough. A quick snap of his finger and what looked like a dresser appeared in front of them Now, I do like your clothes that you are wearing now, but I like my women to wear something more...revealing. he opened the dresser to show her all kinds of demoness clothing. Most of them were extremely revealing of her body Go ahead, take your pick. He smacked her ass quite roughly as he walked up to his throne taking a seat After you're done with that, come and sit on my lap. So I can officially make you my demon queen.
Thread: A Princess for the Feared One {darkest_fate&Retsu}

The Counsel almost seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. Even Isabella couldn't resist showing some ease at hearing those words. The kingdom would remain untouched, unattacked. The word would go out, and any who dared infringe upon the demon lord's land would be dealt with quite harshly. The forces of Light would be saved. Before any other words could be said, from Isabella or otherwise, there was a shifting. Isabella nearly lost her stomach as they appeared in what appeared to be hell. The princess's eyes swept the area, stunned at what she saw. Demons lay just beyond her sight shadowy shapes just devoid of a solid form. Lava and fire seemed to dominate a landscape that was otherwise devoid of life and quite black. Isabella blinked, turning to her new companion. The demon lord was still human, thankfully. He snapped, and a dresser appeared. Isabella glanced at it, before looking to him. Yes, m'lord, she said, swallowing. Isabella moved to the dresser, pretending that she couldn't feel the presence of the lord. The stinging on her ass gave that away, however, and as she looked at the clothing, Isabella stopped doubting. Even the most conservative of clothes here made her most risque underthings from home look downright spinsterly. The princess held up a few, not believing her eyes. Eventually, Isabella found something she felt would... suffice. She slid on what appeared to be a pair of lace panties, done in black and barely covering her sex. She tried to adjust, but found that the lace in back still mostly split her white globes. A matching bra, one that seemed to enhance her breasts, went atop, along with a pair of gloves and long stockings. She found what probably qualified as a dress a black number with red lace fringe. It clung to her like a second skin, and the sides were essentially bits of string that went around to tie in back. The bottom seemed to barely cover, and Isabella had to struggle to keep it covering her own bottom. To finish a pair of heels. Swallowing, the princess walked up to the demon lord, moving to curtsy in front of him. I hope this pleases you, m'lord, she managed, her voice only quivering slightly. She had never felt so exposed. A few more steps, and she paused just short of his throne. Surely he had been jesting about actually perching on his lap.
Thread: A Princess for the Feared One {darkest_fate&Retsu}

Thule studied what Isabella was wearing for him, and was quite happy with the results. While it wasn't the most revealing outfit that was in the dresser, it still gave him excitement to see his new queen like this I love it, gives you a certain sexy look. Now I do believe I told you to sit on my lap, and I expect my orders to be followed without question. the demon lifted her up with ease as he made her straddle him. His long demon tongue went up to lick up her neck before he planted a kiss on her cheek Now my queen, tis time to officially give you such a title however, I must ask if you are a virgin. Don't worry, unlike other demons I can control myself quite well. a gentle smile appeared on his face as if that would make all her bad feelings go away. Slowly, but surely, Thule began transforming into his true form. Long horns grew out from the top of his head, his eyes began completely bright red with no pupil to speak of, tentacle grew from his back and jerked about endlessly, and his teeth took on a sharper look I hope my true form doesn't scare you too much my queen, but Thule will treat right.
Thread: A Princess for the Feared One {darkest_fate&Retsu}

Sexy was a compliment, to be sure, though it was one that Isabella didn't receive very often. One simply didn't inform a princess that she was an object of sexual desire, even if one's pants were already showing precisely that. Hearing it from the demon's lips just made Isabella squirm. She heard the order, and opened her mouth to protest. Instead of words though, a squeak left Isabella's mouth. She struggled to dug the short dress low as the demon situated her upon his lap. Something long, wet, and muscled dragged along Isabella's neck, making the girl tremble. A kiss that followed soon after confirmed her suspicions regarding what had touched her the demon had licked her. She turned slightly, looking over her shoulder at the creature that had her pinned. Of course, she managed, swallowing again and wishing that her voice didn't tremble. My innocence needed to be kept, as is tradition. Because a virgin princess was worth more than a deflowered one, as everyone knew. Isabella shifted again, and felt something shifting. She turned, and those eyes went wider still as she watched horns beginning to glow, and what appeared to be long, strong appendages growing from his back. Her mouth fell open in shock, and words failed the princess as she watched the humanity fade from the man who declared himself her lover.
Thread: A Princess for the Feared One {darkest_fate&Retsu}

Thule chuckled at her reaction to his true form, and kissed her cheek once more I see my true form has left you speechless. No worries, words are not needed right now as it is time for action. the demon's hands went for her breasts as he gently began massaging them in his hands. His lips were pushed against hers to bring her into a kiss Now, please don't try to escape from my grasp. I get rather testy when a female tries to pull from my grasp, and I really don't want to hurt my queen. he spoke into her brain. He was quite aware that she wouldn't be able to respond at least, not unless she turned demon herself. Because of her demoness dress, it was quite easy to snake his hands inside they immediately began her bra clad breasts. A single tentacle flowed out of his back as it moved down to her maiden womanhood. It inserted itself inside her panties as he began gently rubbing her pussy Feel the twitching Isabella? It means that my tentacles must like you, and I think you'll find they are quite gentle with those they like. his tongue came out again as it forced its way inside her mouth. Letting their tongues dance around in her mouth.
Thread: A Princess for the Feared One {darkest_fate&Retsu}

Another kiss to her cheek, one that snapped Isabella's attention back to the demon lord. I just-- she began, trying to find words. However, all was caught up, instead replaced with a sharp gasp. Those warm hands had shot for her breasts as if guided there. They gently massaged the mounds, sending a momentary shot of pleasure through the princess's body. Before she could fully realize it, however, Isabella found her lips seized in a kiss. The princess gasped into the connection, feeling his lips pry at hers. They were hot, and demanded attention. Her lips yielded to him, the plump softness being almost made for such attention. The bodily reaction, the kissing back, was all Isabella could manage at the moment. For words crept into her mind, insisting that she shouldn't squirm. Again, those eyes went wide, and a moan echoed into their closed lips. The demon spoke into her mind , invading her thoughts as he invaded her unwilling body. Hands touched her breasts, seeming to bring an unwanted heat as they moved. Isabella pulled back as she felt the fingers drag along the sensitive skin. The bra seemed almost designed to enhance the friction, the lace dragging across a sensitive nipple with each tug of those needy hands. Isabella again moaned, half in frustration, half in a mounting desire. She squirmed again, trying to move away. instead, she found anther limb prodding her. A squeal shot from her still smothered lips as the prehensile thing prodded her most secret space. The tiny slit seemed almost girlishly small. Legs tried to close, only to find that the tentacle could work around, twitching and rubbing against the lips, bringing yet more unwanted sensations. Mental words assured Isabella of what was happening. The princess tried to pull away, to resist, yet she found a tongue invading her mouth, demanding attention and seizing her tongue. Isabella struggled, but it was mostly weak, a show more than a reality. That tongue was dragging against hers, lashing about it and dancing within her mouth, staking a claim just as much as the lashing tentacle and demanding hands.
Thread: A Princess for the Feared One {darkest_fate&Retsu}

Your moans are cute my queen. Thule chuckled into her mouth as he spoke into her mind once more. All his movements kept up at the same pace for what seemed like ages until Thule un did her entire dress. Lucky for him, Isabella didn't notice a small hook in the back of her dress. This hook was connected to every part of her clothing, and one simple snapping would send them all dropping to the floor. Both his hands and the tentacle momentarily moved away from the piece of clothing they were at so it could fall however, they quickly moved back to her bare body before she could react. More tentacles emerged from his back as they coiled around the two. This was to stop Isabella from pulling away from Thule too much Tell me my queen, why is this, the tentacle inserted itself into her virgin hole for only a second before pulling out Becoming so wet already? he asked as he pulled away from her lips Perhaps you are finally ready for me to make you my queen.
Thread: A Princess for the Feared One {darkest_fate&Retsu}

Cute? Moans? Isabella wanted to protest, but her mouth was too busy dealing with an invading tongue to manage much in the way of protest. The various limbs continued their assault upon the innocent princess's lush body. Hands teased breasts, squeezing and rolling them. Isabella could feel blood rushing to her nipples, forming the little rose-buds into stiff peaks that begged for attention. Each little touch there would make her jerk, as if she needed more. For a brushing along her sex made Isabella squirm. it brought forth much unwanted moisture in her nether regions, and forced the princess to rotate her hips in a matter that bespoke all kinds of feelings. Much against Isabella's will, she felt her temperature rising, coaxed higher by the manipulations. A flush showed upon that telling white, and even the slightest hint of sweat began to appear. The hands shifted, and Isabella felt something catching at the dress. She gasped as she felt it falling away, leaving her wearing only the very skimpy underthings and a flush. The girl squirmed again, pushing away and trying to force distance between them. As she did, the tentacles moved, pushing her tighter against the demon. More words resounded in Isabella's mind, just as a tentacle prodded at the entrance of her sex. Another gasp, and Isabella stiffened, feeling her tight sex parting momentarily for an invader. The hole was quite hot, almost as if she were melting there. The princess simply wasn't used to this feeling, having even been advised against such unseemly practices as pleasuring herself. The new sensations made her hotter still. Lips parted, leaving Isabella panting, her swirling mind struggling. What? No, I'm-- she sputtered. I--I'm ready for what you desire, m'm-lord. She had no idea what he planned, but between the tentacles and other indicators, she was pretty sure she had an idea.
Thread: A Princess for the Feared One {darkest_fate&Retsu}

Again Thule chuckled at her response and gave her one last quick kiss Then I shall take your maidenhood now. his tentacles released themselves from her body, and he took his hands off her body I do also want you to be as comfortable as possible, so I shall do this just for you, another quick snap of his fingers and a bed appeared behind her. It was quite comfortable and made from the finest materials hell had to offer. He picked her up wedding style as he carried her onto the bed, and climbed on top of her as he did. He had already taken a slightly more human form, yet he kept his horns, bright red eyes, and sharp teeth This is only to make you a little more comfortable for your first time my queen. I lose a human male appendage, I believe they are called cocks in your tongue, when I transform into my true form. only a single hand went to her breast while his other went to continue rubbing her virgin pussy I know you aren't a slave my queen, but I do tend to like it when my women beg me. Even my demoness slaves beg me for sexual favors, but that is just in their nature I guess...nevermind that, the point is you have to beg me to make you into a woman.
Thread: A Princess for the Feared One {darkest_fate&Retsu}

Another kiss, which took Isabella by surprise. It was soon followed by promises, and, to an even greater shock, a release of the tentacles. The princess turned, not sure what he was planning. One moment, he was molesting her, utilizing his dark powers. The next, he was speaking as though they were lovers on their wedding night. The confused girl looked to him, her confusion only enhancing as he snapped. She turned to look, only to find herself scooped up in arms. Again uncertain, Isabella gasped, flinging her arms about the demon lord. Fear and anxiety had frozen her tongue, though Isabella still managed to get it out and let it run along her lips. A little more comfortable... loss of male appendage. Then what would he... Isabella didn't want to think about it. She didn't have that luxury, as soon he returned to molesting her body. The hand went to her breast, squeezing it, dragging the flimsy fabric of her bra against her nipple. Another dragged along her untouched sex, again dragging more fabric, making the girl suck in a breath through teeth. Beg? she repeated. She blinked, looking up at him again, thoroughly confused. First, he molested her, then he picked her up and spoke as though they were married, then he insists on her begging? The girl was too confused to do much besides gape for the moment, her lips working. At the forefront of her mind was one clear thought though princesses don't beg.