Thread: The Goddess and the Queen

Dahlya laughed and moved around Appolyon, running her hands across his skin. Her head only reached the center of his abdomen, and she was only a little wider than his waist. She let her hand drift down and rest on his steadily hardening member, the glowing read lines of power that criss-crossed his body extended even down his shaft. The lines were glowing intensely, as he was restraining himself greatly, only because it was her wish that he did so. Of course you do my dear. She gripped him and gave his cock a firm stroke. This is my guardian and most powerful companion. Appolyon. The Whited Sepulchre and Crimson Seed. The names of hellspawn were lost to humans, but to demons they were a chronicle of their achievements. She would not bother explaining his to Lin. He was fully hard now, his shaft throbbing so hard it jumped with each pulse, the veins as thick as fingers bulging with his desire. His full length was nearly a foot and a half, his girth was nearly four inches across. As you are so precious a treasure Lin Sha, I will allow you the honor of sating his desires. But first you must meet my court, I believe they approach now... Dahlya turned away from Appolyon, who's face held a satisfied smirk, and his gaze did not leave the queen. Seven swirls of power manifested at the entrance to her chamber, masses of pure hellish energy spun unto themselves and solidified into seven demons. Her court, her generals and greatest minions. Lin Sha, I give you the court of Desolate Hopes and Shattered Fates. She approached the first along the line. Prince Ahrador, the Mirthless Dream. The prince stood taller than all her minions, his body slim yet armored in muscle so hard it shone like steel. His face held no features save a single eye burning as though fire poured from within. Only a cloak and a simple loincloth clothed his figure. She moved to the next. Duke Raive, the Hound of Souls. The Duke stood on all fours, to mortals he would seem the combination of a gorilla and a wolf with sleek skin black as pitch. His forearms massive and bulging with power, while his large chest tapered down to a very thin waist, attached to bestial double jointed legs. His mouth split into a razor toothed grin, and where hair should be, a mass of dark tendrils hung. Again she moved on. Viscount Brido, the Minister of Lost Prayers. The Viscount appeared almost a normal man. Save for his skin was a vivid scarlet color, his eyes and hair black as pitch. Dahlya smiled inside, Brido would be the biggest surprise of all to the good Queen. Next. The Marquis of Tattered Hates. Ah the Marquis. One of her favorites among favorites. He stood seven feet tall and had three pairs of massive reptilian wings extending from his back. All the mortal legends of dragons could be traced back to the Marquis. His skin was covered in thick iridescent scales. His legs had two joints and came to massive three toed feet tipped with powerful claws. His head looked to be that of a lizard with great horns. Next. Lord Nemitor. The Voice of Annihilation. Nemitor stood wreathed in flame. He was the most ancient of all her minions, and one of the oldest demons alive. Though his blood is still strong. His body was built of muscle every bit as impressive as Appolyon's, though his face was framed by long hair and a thick beard a vivid red in color, and reaching his waist. His skin was vibrant orange, and his eyes glowed solid yellow. If it weren't for the two extra pairs of arms and his skin he could pass for human. King Oblicron. The Word of Darkness. Oblicron stood as a mass of black ooze shaped like a man. It shifted and moved constantly, the only constant was two blue glowing eyes where his head appeared to be. He was a masterpiece, able to take any form he wished and contort his form in ways unimaginable by humans. Once he had fucked seventy-three virgins simultaneously four hours until they all died of exhaustion. Even she had never seen the limits of his lusts. And lastly, Monolithe. Monolithe held no title, he needed none. If any demon could claim superiority to Appolyon it was him. Though she would never allow them to test their superiority, the clash could destroy her entire realm. He stood as seven feet tall, his skin sleek and glistening a deep midnight blue. It was so smooth save for his thick veins that it almost looked like marble. His only feature was a crimson ring imprinted on the skin of his stomach. Otherwise, he appeared to be a magnificently muscled male with no hair, no features save crimson eyes, and no clothes. She walked back behind Lin Sha and gripped her shoulders. My court, this is Lin Sha. Mortal Queen of such beauty and desire that every man on earth craves her attentions. A woman of such lust that only we can satisfy her. So Lin...I believe you wished to start with Appolyon? Perhaps you would demonstrate to him the skill that makes you a legend on your world? And so it begins...