Thread: Magical Faux Pas (TheEndOfNothing&Dreamless)

Being the naive, young heroine that Maya had wound up to be, she entertained for just a moment that she had reached the end of the demons terror. Knowing all too better though, she knew without looking behind her that he was still there. His aura was dark and suffocating. In her weakened state it imposed upon her even more, she hadn't known why she didn't feel it before. In her less than desperate attempts to seek refuge, the battered young girl thought about trying to transform back into her normal self. It would certainly put aside the pain she was feeling but definitely left her in a more vulnerable state. To even complete such a minor task as such would require her to concentrate though, one thing that seemed nearly impossible in a room with undoubtedly the most powerful demon she had ever encountered. Her limbs shook as she attempted to crawl her way towards what seemed to be the right way to go. Too bad for her that she wouldn't get far enough to even see an exit in sight. It came as no surprise to the magical girl when she felt her body being lifted up by the back of her top. She knew instantly that the fabric wouldn't hold her and scrambled to throw her arms around the front of her bust to avoid any revealing slips to happen. It was not yet evident to her that this might have been what the creature intended. She prepared for the worst as she landed on the cusp of a sturdy wooden container, removing her hands from her chest only to brace herself against the cold wood. With this action her top slumped down her torso, leaving her supple breasts to fall freely against the cold material of the crate. Mathias' grip was strong and unflinching at the back of her neck and she found herself wishing he would simply put an end to this game already. The musty smell of the old wooden on the crate filled her nose as she was rendered nearly immobile. Moving her head was a task that could have only been done if she had the strength of a hundred more men. What was he doing? What angle was he playing now? She figured if he was going to kill her it would be with some sort of weapon, something sharp- something like what she felt on her bare leg. Her heart jumped inside of her throat as she felt what seemed to be a clawed finger nail pull at the thin material of her panties. Wh...W a it! Her voice cracked and her words came out sounding like a frantic, hoarse whisper. Why was he taunting her like this?? Her writhing increased as she felt the soft material covering her most delicate parts fall to her ankles. With his hand up her skirt she could feel the cool air of the warehouse brush against her untainted skin. Her breathing became rapid, but her efforts to squirm out from under his grasp became less and less powerful as time moved painfully slowly. Her mind was in a frozen state of shock as the sharp tool that was his hand became softer, more gentle until he could feel him tough her there . Any attempts to close her legs had been obscured and once his fingertips grazed her sensitive bud, he appeared to show no mercy. The sensation struck her as new and unfamiliar, sending lightning bolts up her spine. Stoo- ahh -p... She whimpered, her hips twitching with every rotation of the pad of his finger. A warmness filled the core of her being, distracting her if only momentarily from her injuries. It had to be some sort of trick, some sort of spell that he was putting her body under. It felt as though the more he slid his fingers between her pussy lips, around her clit, the hotter she became and the tighter the knot grew in the pit of her stomach. Hopelessly she clawed and gripped the sides of the wooden crate. Being the proud woman she was she wouldn't admit to being a virgin, she knew it wouldn't possibly make a difference. If anything, it could spur the demon on more. With tears brimming in her green eyes she whimpered against the feeling of his finger pushing inside of her slick, warm pussy. It had slid in much easier than she had expected, the pumping action that commenced began to leave her salivating. The noises were lewd and she felt a horrible well of violation and disgust grow inside her. She held her body in contempt for seemingly molding around him, opening giving her chastity away to this horned devil. Her back arched into the wood as she felt another digit spread her wet cavern. No words came from her lips this time. She wished he would let her go, walk on home to her cozy house where it was safe, but on the other hand a very, very deep part of her wanted these feelings. Her body was relishing in the attention, clouding her mind.