Thread: Magical Faux Pas (TheEndOfNothing&Dreamless)

Mathias didn't move as she sought to crawl away, didn't try to impede or stop her... certainly, she wasn't getting away quickly enough to spur him to action. Instead, as he watched the battered, bloody heroine slowly drag herself along the floor, he considered his options. Should he perhaps just kill her? But then if he did, the power she wielded would wind up passing on to someone else- that was how these sorts of things seemed to go, with irritating regularity. Whoever was this girl's successor could prove to be an actual threat, a formidable adversary, bearing more skill or a stronger will than the little waif he had so effortlessly reduced to a gasping wreck. No, right now she was far more useful keeping the power contained in her inadequate body she was something that could be managed quite easily. Should he hurt her some more? She hadn't begged, hadn't sobbed, hadn't done anything that might suggest her spirit had been broken... but regardless of the state of her spirit, her body was very much broken. What purpose, beyond admittedly providing some entertainment, would further violence cause? And then, an alternative strategy came to mind. She had managed to get several feet from him, and even seemed to be occasionally hauling herself onto her elbows and knees to crawl. That proved to be the only rope she'd be allowed, as soon the demon closed in from behind a strong hand gripped the back of her costume top and pulled upwards, lifting her bodily into the air. Even as he swung her around, the sound of tearing fabric filled the room, and suddenly the back of her top ripped halfway down the middle enough for her to slip out of his grip and slump over a waist-high storage crate. The rip along her costume top made it a far looser fit, particularly around her hefty breasts, putting them in very immediate danger of spilling from the cups of her attire. Even as a hand shoved down hard on the back of her neck, forcing her to bend forward over the crate until her cheek pressed against the cold, dusty wood, a hand slipped up the back of her skirt. An impossibly sharp nail teasingly slid up her outer thigh, along to her waist... and then, finger hooking, the claw sliced across the side of her panties, tearing a shallow cut into her thigh in the process. The thin, silky underwear slipped from her thighs, leaving her bare and very vulnerable beneath that skirt. But then, curiously, the hand between her thighs became far softer, carressing her inner thighs and running teasing fingertips along the soft skin until they finally brushed against the warm, swollen lips of her cunt. She felt utterly hairless down there- though whether that was due to the teen girl's maintenance or simply the state her transformed body assumed, he couldn't say. Whatever the case, he began to tease her clitoral hood and then, when he felt her clit beginning to swell reluctantly under his touch, he ran a quick fingertip around the sensitive nub. Only when her little pussy had begun to moisten did he push a single thick digit deep inside her, starting to churn and pump it in and out of her that long, sharp nail that had so nearly cut her panties and flesh was nowhere to be found. He suspected that the girl inside the busty heroine had little, if any, sexual experience... which meant she would find herself in for quite the experience. Though it may have seemed odd to so suddenly transition from a beating to these sort of gentle, arousing touches, it was all part of the example he sought to set. Simply leaving her broken and injured would fill her with feelings of hatred, perhaps thoughts of vengeance without something to distract it, that drive might actually push her to become a threat. But if he could dilute that anger of hers with confusion, uncertainty, maybe even self-loathing... he sought to make the heroine's body betray her, to force her to feel and want things from him that would repulse him. And so, with the exception of a strong, restraining hand on the back of her neck meant to keep her bent over the crate, he treated her quite softly... and within minutes, the sounds of her breathing and pained whimpers began to mingle with the wet, squelching sounds of violation as two fingers now began to pump in and out of her increasingly wet cunt.