Monika's Drafts

Monika's notebook of various unfinished stories. Syndicate Dawn made a copy, that is hidden away in the Cove of Midnight.

Most take place in a fantasy world of her own creation, or a fantastical version of her personal life and there are self inserts of both Monika and Elora.

## A Vampiric Bite

Enon had searched and searched everywhere for a place to find work. She’d always wanted to try to be a maid, but never could find work, up until a letter came in through the mail, that stated the address of the place and the details of her work. So she had set out the next morning. When she’d driven up the the house, she saw a huge, old style home, which was really kind of what she was expecting, what she didn’t expect was for it to be so dark, and so hidden. The outside of the manor was black, and it had red highlights. But at the time, Enon was too ecstatic that she found work to realize everything screamed against it. She went in anyway, and the inside was a little better, it still had a darker theme, but it was a tad lighter.

She was immediately greeted by another maid, who quickly handed her the uniform before running off again. *Well, that was rather rude…* she made an not of it and held the uniform close, wandering the rooms until she found one in particular. It was a bedroom, it was actually pretty big too, but it was vacant, and that was all that she needed at the moment. It wasn’t until she was finished dressing and putting the final touches did she get the feeling of being watched. But she wrote it off as superstition and looked in the mirror. It wasn’t bad, actually, pretty cute.

“It looks lovely on you.” It was a deep voice, and it was just about enough to make neon jump from her skin. She jumped and turned, looking at a man dressed neatly in a suit. Like everything else in his manor, black with red accents. His eyes looked predatory, but to anyone unlike Enon, they’d fool anyone into thinking what you had to say mattered to him. “Well, Isn’t it customary for a servant to bow to their master?” He grinned, once again, another predatory grin that tipped Enon off, this man was not like most. Something was off.

Even so, he was right. A maid would typically bow to their master, and she didn’t want to lose this job, so she did as he asked and bowed, and replied in a light tone. “My apologies, sir. I was simply shocked at your sudden appearance. I was simply making sure the new outfit fits correctly.” She blushed and looked down to her skirt. It was uncomfortably high, and the lace leggings often irritated her, but it was cute nonetheless.

He noticed her shift as she went on about the outfit in her mind. He grinned and took a few steps toward her, gently lifting her chin until she was no longer bowing and looking into his eyes. There was a moment of silence, it seemed like hours to Enon. but eventually, he dropped her gaze and chuckled.

“Well then, let me show you to first place you are to clean.” He headed towards a wing, Walking into a room with a huge door. As Enon looked around, she identified quickly as a library. He smiled at her, there was a lone desk with a lamp on it, a book open. To a specific page. But it, too, was dark. He waved her off. “Now, I have business to take care of. I will see you off when your shift is over.” He left her alone in the library. She had already loved the place, but she couldn’t see. She went to one of the giant windows and threw open the curtains. It was so much easier to see, and with the cloudy weather, it was perfect for her. It definitely brightened up the room, so there was no need for the lamp. She went over to the lamp, turning it off, when the book on the desk caught her eye. It was a novel on vampires. The thought sent chills up her spine. She looked across the items on the desk. Nothing here really screamed “Vampire” But there was a glass of wine in the it. She lifted the glass, and a very strong metallic scent came from it, making her shudder. *That’s not really wine, is it?*

“No, I’m afraid it isn’t.”

## Prince of Spades

### Opening Version 1

I remember when the war had first started. I was a mere 8 years old at the time. It started as a normal sunny day. Mother had sent me on an errand to the marketplace for food. The enemy soldiers had appeared as if from nowhere. They captured all the men, leading them on a long chain of misery away from the town to be brainwashed, then recruited. Wielding huge torches, they set the houses on fire, until the entire city burned. I ran back home to the farm as fast as I could, my heartbeat speeding up as I feared the safety of my family. The soldiers beat me home, however. I entered just in time to see Father smash a vase on a soldier's head, knocking him out. My year-and-a-half younger sister grabbed my hand as we ran out the back door, and climbed onto the wagon where our mother was waiting. Shortly after, Father sprinted from the house, leaping onto the back of the wagon, then we were off. I turned around just in time to see bright orange flames dancing around, devouring what I used to call home. My name is Ryan; that was 7 years ago.

### Opening Version 2

I remember when the war started. I was just a child. Only 8 years old. It started while I was running an errand in the marketplace. The soldiers appeared out of nowhere. They chained the men. They burned the houses. I was scared. I ran back to my house as fast as I could, hoping my family was okay. When I got back, I found my dad fighting a soldier while my mom got my family into our wagon. I climbed into the wagon as my dad smashed a pot onto the soldier's head. Then he climbed in the wagon. We were safe, but the rest of the town wasn’t so lucky. That was 7 years ago.

## Fates Crossed

My first memory is that of when I was very young. A boy who liked playing outside when it was raining. I remember one night in particular when I actually managed to cheat death. It was one of those rainy days that I had fun in, jumping around in puddles and splashing the water all around.  I had jumped into the street and there happened to be someone driving down the road, the fog and rain were so thick that neither one of us saw the other until it was too late. But… I remember looking up and the car driving away down the road, with me at the other side and my mother just running out of the house to find me.  And to this day, I still don’t know how it happened.

It’s been so long since then...Now I’m the guy all of the girls seem to chase. Of course, I participate in sports and the likes. But to be honest, I don’t care about being suffocated by girls at every turn I take, meanwhile the guys on the team will compliment me on it. I sighed, I had just finished practice with the very same team, after school. Of course, many of the girls will have gone home now, I figured I was safe. I was just finishing changing into my normal, everyday clothes, and of course, was the last one to leave. It was nearly dark when I actually started the walk home. I was much more adamant to walk than I was to drive. I sighed and started the walk home, a gym bag hanging over my shoulder. As I started to walk, I started getting the feeling I was being watched... I was only halfway there when I actually had enough. I did my best to glance behind me and found nothing. Although the rest of the walk had gone without a hitch, I could not shake the feeling of being watched until I had gotten home. I sighed and slumped on the couch. I was home alone, as I always was. My parents had set this place up for me so I could be on my own without having them in any place close to the vicinity. The rest of the night consisted of me ordering a pizza to deliver and doing a bit of stretching before heading to bed.

The next morning, on my way to school, I was feeling watched again, but at the school, the feeling ceased. I was curious now. That was twice in a row, and I’m not usually one to be paranoid, but that certainly did not seem right, especially if nobody else was around. I sighed and shook it off, heading to the homeroom. There was supposed to be an all-day vacation or assembly or something. I didn’t know, but I didn’t really care enough to find out either. As I sat down at my desk, I braced for impact, as I was greeted by all of the girls in the class. Nearly toppling me over as I fought to get through the crowd. The whole half of the desks were empty as I was clambered around, every girl out of their seat. All but one.

...

"All right," I say. I let her lead me out into the back. For a while we just hold on, until my heart is throbbing. She reaches up, grabs my left hand, turns it to the side, twists it gently in his fingers, and smiles at me. She tells me to follow.

The first thing that I notice when I follow her is how pretty, like a doll, she is. I mean it. She's all dressed up from head to toe, her hair in a full bouquet with a crown, with an elegant and beautiful necklace.

"What is it?"

"Nothing yet," she says, looking down at the ground. "What is so interesting about the things you've seen?" She turns her face to mine and smiles. "It reminds me of the time we went to the museum and looked around. It was beautiful and I want to go again next time too."

I can't help but smile at her. I know what she means; she wants to go one day, but I feel like it might be just a few months away.

...

"Hit that bag," he says, reaching across the table to reach his phone.

"You okay?" I ask.

"It's going to make me look like a fool when you realize what's happened. You'll have to call the cops on me for this shit," he says, "but I've got something better to do. You get back to your friend, I'm coming home."

"All right," I say. I let him lead me out into the back, down the hallways and along the halls, down the hallways and along a series of stairways and hallways until my heart is throbbing. For a while we just hold on. He reaches up, grabs my left hand, turns it to the side, twists it gently in his fingers, and smiles at me.

There's a silence.

"It's too soon for that," I say.

"We all do. For me, it was over six hours ago," he says, finally breaking the silence.

He's still smiling.

...

...

"All right," I say. I let her lead me out into the back. For a while we just held on. She reaches for me then, and gives me a brief, half-hearted kiss. I'm not sure that it's real at this point, but I trust hers.

We turn our backs to the door, and I reach for her hand. The moment it finds her, hers is right across it.

I'm completely in a daze. That's when I realized what we're doing. The next thing I know, we're both in love with each other. The sun is beating down, the sky is gray and blue, our clothes are on, and there's an incredible sense of love and closeness between us.

Afterwards, we stand in one of the most beautiful places you can ever imagine. I remember that we went there three years ago, when we were planning this trip and we saw it just for the first time. We bought a couple of tents, and then we had a party at somebody's place that we did this for.

For a while we just hold on, until my heart is throbbing. She reaches up, grabs my left hand, turns it to the side, twists it gently in her fingers, and smiles at me.

"Are you sure?" I ask her.

Her answer is slow and uncertain. It could be an answer she wishes to withhold, or an answer she wants to reveal. Either way, what she is saying is just that: "Yes."

"I promise you I'm fine," I tell her.

I start to feel dizzy, and it's only when I'm half out of breath, that I can breathe normally again. Not long into the walk, things start to get weird. She starts to talk about something. But she doesn't know what. She's lost in her head, and I feel so stupid and out of focus it's almost comical.

Then she looks back up, and we all know it.

"Do you know who Tod is?" I ask.

...

...

She whispers to me, "I love you." She forces me on the ground, kissing me. She tells me she loves me, but has never spoken to me about it. She keeps talking, and then I can hear her breath.

"I've known about you for a year now," she whispers. She pulls me to face her again, kissing me.

Her voice is so warm and deep, making my nipples hard. She continues kissing, holding me there. "I need to know," she whispers. Her hand is moving through my hair, kissing me softly.

I want to run, but I keep pushing against her. And she presses down on me. Her eyes meet mine and her mouth goes on the top of my head. I have never heard so many sounds in one night in my life. The sound of your breath, the sound of her licking her lips.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll have to wear a condom with your mouth forever. You have to say it is mine to use." She reaches down between my legs, and I feel her pull me forward.

## An Icy Fall

### Prologue (Kinda)

This day wasn’t going well, between missing her bus and being late for her job, she wasn’t sure if she could take it much more. She sighed, with her being alone in the subway, and having missed it, she figured she would just take the day off and stress about it at home rather than in a subway. She sighed and began heading for the steps, when a sudden Shadow pressed her against the wall, her face pressed against the wall. There was a scuffling noise and she yelped as she felt something roughly find it’s way into the front of her pants. She blushed and panted, feeling fingers stroke her clit, the shadow behind her began speaking, using his weight to press her to the wall while his other hand fondled and squeezed her breast.

“Mmh, you’ll do nicely, You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Your clit is so hard and your panties already so wet…” She heard him chuckle as he began roughly rubbing her through her panties, He was right, even though this was classified as rape, she was getting wetter the rougher he got…

She panted and he worked even faster, earning a light mewing sound from her as he stroked her nethers and squeezed her breast, flicking her nipple with his thumb, occasionally pinching and twisting. She felt something hard press into her rump, making her blush.

“Not here,” The voice grinned and she felt a cloth over her mouth and nose. “But you’ll get to be my cocksleeve soon enough, cunt.” She faded into that black space, confused at what was happening.

Enon woke up later, having lost all sense of time. She opened her eyes, but the room was pitch black. “Mmhn…” Her eyes widened as her tongue pressed into what felt like a ball, a rubber one at that. And as she took in what she saw, what she realized was that she couldn’t, and when she tried to move to take it off, she heard a rattle sound.

What the hell?! Why can’t I move?!

Enon growled, frustrated, she couldn’t see, or talk, and she couldn’t move. She shivered, cold air hitting her exposed skin. Why was she exposed like this? She pulled her legs close and blushed when she felt a slight wetness, right there, between her legs...She felt this before when..

Her eyes widened as a sudden realization hit her.

“Oh, you’re awake, good.” She heard him chuckle, feeling the ghost of his hands hover over her body. “That means your training can start, Cunt.” She felt him unchain her, and she knew fighting him would be useless, she had to wait for the right moment. He positioned her so she was on her hands and knees, and she shivered as her slit and ass were exposed the the cold air. She heard shuffling and felt her heart start beating faster, listening for him.

“Now, you’re going to live under my roof as my slave, And there are a few rules, so,” She could here the challenge in her voice, feeling something flat and cold across her cheeks. “Let’s go over them. At the end of the lesson, you are to repeat every rule, Understand?” When she gave no answer, she heard a growl and her ass suddenly started to sting, earning a yelp from her.

“Understand, Cunt?!”

She quickly nodded, cowering as she nodded, just enough for him to see it. “Good Girl.” She felt him trail the paddle against her ass again.

“Rule 1. You will always address me as Sir or Master.

Rule 2. You Will obey every order.

Rule 3. You will wake up on time.

Rule 4. You will not cum without permission”

He smiled and gave her a teasing slap with the paddle, not enough to hurt, but enough to get the point across. He pulled out her gag, letting it hang, grinning. “Now, repeat the rules, Cunt...”

### Chapter 1

Velvet growled at the next guard to walk in front of her cage, only to receive a slap to the cage. The other girls looked at her angrily. She reached up to her own head to feel her stump where her horn once stood.

Velvet wasn’t always like this, where she despised men with every fiber of her being. She, in fact, had a man all her own, who made her happy. Up until the fall. The day the arnywhol took over and changed things, turning girls into nothing more but slaves, most of them going into heat for the rest of their lives, never finding release, while all of the men became sadistic, horny beasts. All of Tzavnia circled around the punishment of girls, new techniques to torture a girl's body and make her submit, and the arnywhol even used the princesses as examples.

Velvet was soon snapped back into reality, taking in the adoption center around her. Most of the cages had water bottles attached to them, like that that could be found on a small animal cage, but unlike the typical household bottle, a white liquid was inside, with a member coming off of the end. Velvet snarled, a cruel attempt to teach a girl to be good, to be practice for a girl to please her master with her mouth. Velvet had been here long enough to see the girls take it. Disgusting. They’ll actually drink it as if it was water. The thought made her gag.

Other than the colorful girls in each cage, the room was a plain grey, a few posters here and there featuring one of the princesses, with messages that were usually along the lines of “Submit” and “Only good girls get adopted.” At the end of the room, a small plaque was labeled “Try out” and next to it lie a few assorted toys, while there was a board lock that resembled that of a guillotine attached to the floor, where a girl was usually locked if a possible adopting man could try out the girl.

Velvet gave a sigh and glared at the girls locked in cages, most of them had forgotten that they were once more than a number or toy. She closed her eyes. One more day without being adopted, you’re doing well, Velvet. The adoption center was preparing to close, and she let out a breath she had been holding all day, until she heard a noise on the other side of the door, where she could only assume buyers would come in.

“Good Evening, Mr. Whasod. We are soon going to close, it there something you need?” Velvet heard a man's voice on the other side, the one who sold the girls for adoption. at that sound, a majority of the girl's ears perked up, and some even got into position, where the sat on their knees and stuck their tongues out like dogs awaiting a command. Velvet bared her teeth and prepared herself for the man to head through the door.

It wasn’t long, soon, a deep blue man walked through the door, his presence made Velvet shiver, he seemed to bring the temperature down by at least ten degrees. His eyes her a pale mint green and he had a blue streak in his mane and tail. he surveyed the room with cold eyes, his face as stiff as concrete. He walked to all of the cages, inspecting each girl, some of them even began to drink from their bottles, showing off their mouths, Velvet continued to bare her teeth. The man looked at each cage coldly, until finally, his eyes landed on Velvet.

“How much for the purple one?” He didn’t break his stare into Velvet’s eyes, making her growl. The Center worker looked nervous.

“Are you sure? She’s a fighter, none of the men have been able to touch her, she has a tendency to bite too.” The guard cringed, Velvet gave him a dark grin, remembering when he tried, and failed, to her to pleasure him.

“Yes, I’m sure.” He replied. And the guard left to go get the paperwork. He approached the cage and grinned, Velvet did not back down, and she stared at him angrily. “I’m going to be the one to break you. Velvet.” He grinned and backed off. He walked out and went to sign his papers and pay. He was the first man to call her by the name on her tag since she had been stuck here, the thought made her angry. But there was still that small thought that said, Hey, he’s not totally heartless...

### Chapter 2

Ginth grinned as he walked out of the centre with his prize. He’d admit, she was a handful, as she only fought him the whole way home, he was constantly dragging her home, refusing to let her ride. Every time he’d look at the beautiful girl he’d paid for, she met him with angry looks and curses, pulling snickers out of him and he rewarded her with a sharp tug on her leash, making her growl. But the trip was over soon. He grinned as they neared the spectacular building that was his Manor. He opened the door and walked inside, and was not surprised when he saw Velvet sitting at the doorstep stubbornly. He snickered and shook his head.

“Come on now, be a good girl and get your ass in here.” He grinned, which only earned him a glare from his rebellious pet. He grinned. the Black collar was certainly fitting, it accented her purple coat and mane well. He yanked on her leash, pulling her inside, and he slammed the door shut behind her, grinning.

“Now, Pet, we have few rules here. Rule number one, you will address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’” He grinned as he caught her growling, taking a note of it for later.

“Rule number two, You will not disobey my orders, no matter outrageous they may seem.” He was met with a cold stare.

“Rule Number three, You are to wake up before or when I tell you to.”

“Rule Number four, You do not get any release without my permission.”

“There are a few more rules, but I rather not bore you with every last one…”

“Now, with that out of the way, I’d like to let you know, escape is impossible. My manor is protected by a spell so that nobody leaves without my permission. If I catch you trying to leave, You will be sorry.”

He grinned and dragged Velvet into another room of his manor, this one was a decent size, it featured reddish-purple curtains that were tied back, exposing a window. Ginth turned his head to see his other pet lying in her bed, but once she heard the door, he heard her struggle to sit up, her arms cuffed behind her back, and she smiled big when he entered, her purple eyes brightened, and she sat, her back straight for her master. Unlike most girls, this one caught a high price because she still had her wings.

“Good afternoon sir…” She glanced at Velvet, and Ginth tugged her bit closer, so his pet could get a good look.

“Enon, this is Velvet, she will be your playmate from now on. You are to teach her how things are run here.” Ginth grinned as Enon blushed a deep red colour and she turned away, nodding.

“Yes Sir, I will do as I can…” Ginth caught Enon flash a glare at Velvet, making him growl, but he figured that he would deal with it later, and moved Velvet to the opposite side of the room, where a bed already lay set up. He grinned and fought to tie her leash to a post and cuffed her arms behind her back, rendering them useless in her hope to escape. Once Ginth was done tying her arms, he did not get up, he took a moment to tease his pet, and licked her cheek. He grinned darkly. “Did you like that, Velvet?” His question only earned him a growl and Velvet bared her teeth angrily.

“Don’t touch me, you filthy man, you are no better than me! You are no better than anyone else.” Ginth snickered and shook his head.

“I think you’ve forgotten one of my rules, pet. For that, you must be punished.” He grinned and stood, heading for the door. “I won’t be long, behave now, you two.”

Ginth smiled and left the room with a grin on his face, he hoped that Velvet would warm up to him, and he went to the nearest chest he found. These chests were often found all around the house, no matter where a pony might be, just in case. Inside each chest were the very basics of his toys, a paddle and a ball gag. He grabbed each toy and chuckled, quickly turning to return to his pets. He made sure that Enon always had a gag in her room, as that was always a toy she begged to have for herself. He grinned as he opened the door, and saw Enon sitting patiently on her knees, a huge smile on her face, while Velvet was panting heavily and staring at Enon as if she had just seen a ghost.

“Enon, you haven’t been scaring your new friend, have you?” He snickered and shook his head.

“No sir, I did not scare your pet.” She grinned and looked down for a moment, she looked pleased, and he could’ve sworn he saw her mouthing the words “too much…”

He growled and sternly walked to Enon, grabbing her head and forcing her to look up at him. “Do not lie to me pet!” He growled and looked angrily at velvet. “It would seem you Both need to be punished.” He gave Enon a dark grin, and he saw a spark of fear in her eyes.

“P-please Sir! I didn't mean to anger you!” She looked up with pleading eyes, only to receive a hard tug on her collar.

“It looks like I must use you as an example for my new pet.” He grinned and pushed Enon onto her chest, her torso was raised, exposing her, and her face was pressed into the ground as she prepared herself for what was to come.

## unnamed poem

Choosing fear over love

External riches instead of internal wealth

Feeling empty inside,

Or do you believe in yourself?

Fear of starvation from indoctrination

The system designed to control

Obey the master and stay in line

If not, relinquish your soul.

Passion feeds off natural talents

Giving freedoms to your life

Feeling love and internally fulfilled

Quenching the hungering strife.

Converting energy to money,

Caged doing mindless work

Getting only a portion in return

Whilst being treated less than dirt

Rhythm fuels the musician

Sets fire to the dancer

Creative spirits come alive

Natural, hopeful romancers

Clock watching to escape the prison

Hoping the Warden will set you free

Dreading another day of imprisonment

Yet returning, you find yourself to be

Do what you love or fear what your hate

Free will gives you a choice

When love overcomes the fear

You will finally find your voice.

## Soyr's Wanderings

Soyr had her head held high in defiance of the terrible things within.

The Dark God was no good to her and she did not need the Light any longer but at least her heart was strong and she could live on. She did not care if it was in an inn or if it was in some cave or a prison cell and she would not give the Light up for anything. After all, Soyr had not given in and now she had to find her way home and this was just asking for too much pain.

Soyr saw her mother's eyes widen and her heart sank as she saw the young girl's pale smile return when she saw her parents. It was like a warm wave of sunshine upon her face and Soyr tried hard to remember this day where she had come into this world.

"You're home, child," said one of the guards as she strode into her daughter's room and placed a hand on Soyr's shoulder. "You're home."

"Soyr, what happened?".

...

Soyr ran into the corridor leading to the main dining room. The room was not decorated particularly well, but for a mage to live in a place like this…

"Good morning, young lady."

"Good afternoon, Soyr."

Soyr was wearing an unbuttoned collar with a silver buckle and in a plain pink suit, and had on a pair of short, dark pants. Both of her eyes were smiling with a sort of amused expression. She was an attractive and beautiful young lady with a pleasant voice. It made the female mages giggle a bit.

"Um, sorry to bother you at such an inconvenient time, your Lordship."

"No, no. I meant to come in and see you."

It was obvious this young lady had a hard time in her room. After all, Soyr could make out that she had the furniture neatly arranged in the living room. Even so, Soyr had to admit in her heart that she looked rather lonely in this room.

...

...

Soyr hid behind the barrels as she shouted, "Fuck you! I'm going to fuck you!"

"I don't care if you get fucking killed by people fucking with your fucking life," she laughed out, "We gonna get some food from my house!"

The door opened and revealed a beautiful blonde haired woman in a beautiful pink sweater that her hair was all messy and her eyes were painted black. And she had a cat on her shoulder.

"D-Diana?" Soyr asked, as she took off her hat and put it on her head and asked, "Was there anything I should know about you?"

"I'm an angel and she was my angel sister!"

"What the hell are you doing here?!" She thought she was the one behind the barrel and her voice was just as loud and sweet as hers.

"It's just what I do!"

Soyr was starting to get pissed off, and she asked, "Who said anything about angels?"

The woman turned around and replied "I'm a fucking angel, Soyr."

...

...

"We go right this time!" The two boys threw their bodies through the barrels. The sound of gunshots shattered Soyr's ears, but she could still hear the shouts of the attackers.

She quickly retreated back and started running back towards the town. The sound of shattering wood shattered her ears in the opposite direction, so she ran for it, even taking out her bow. However, there was one more obstacle that prevented her and her friends from getting there first: an enormous boulder blocking the path.

"This is an enemy territory! This place is the main battlefield of the war, so there must be a reason why you stopped at some distance from me."

Soyr was looking at the boulder and her legs weren't even bothering to move.

"It's a bad idea. It's a dead end. If we get killed here, there's not much left if we go to the castle, but you guys can get out safely. You guys will be safe and happy. Even if you all die, I won't.

...

...

Soyr ran through the corridor, her sword in her left hand, her longsword in her right. She did not even make a sound.

In that moment, the three assassins stood behind her. All of them seemed to be in a tizzy, and one of them suddenly moved aside. They were already moving in her direction, as if they had made a move before.

Soyr saw the assassins move back slightly and moved towards the other side. The other two were already moving to her side. The girl in the left hand and the man in the right hand had already thrown their weapons. One of them was also using the other hand as a shield, and the swords in their hands were at the ready.

Soyr had already arrived at the first balcony.

She raised her sword, and an assassin who had been standing at her side jumped as fast as possible and threw his longsword towards her.

It's her time!

The arrow flew straight towards her.

"Oh! How terrifying."

...

I feel my ribs crack as the club swings into me. The large man's hands on my thighs as he presses my face into his crotch. I can only moan as I feel the large man slowly undo the zipper of my tight little jeans. "Oh yes." He says as he rams his cock into me. I try to move away slightly, but my legs are too tight to move. "I'm going to fuck you while I ride a fucking bicycle." The man says while moving in and out of my mouth. It gets harder every time he moves in and out and it takes a solid 30 minutes before I get used to it. As I get used to being impaled on his cock; it gets easier, and I can't wait for it.

The large man pulls out and starts off slowly as it takes a few minutes to get myself off. I feel that same frustration and desire to please the man as he takes me deeper and deeper and it only gets better with each pull.

"I like you," he says as his hands begin to move lower and lower on my legs. He kisses my neck.

...

She caught sight of the woman with long hair.

She stopped and turned around to meet Soyr's gaze. The woman wore a long skirt and simple shirt with a black and red print. Her skin was pale, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Soyr immediately pulled her sword, but she did so with her right hand. The woman's left hand grabbed Soyr's, and with a 'pffttt', she pulled her against her.

She tried resisting, but she couldn't control her body for long. She was pulling her against her with the left hand and the right hand. She could hold Soyr's sword without much effort.

The woman looked at her and said loudly, "Aah…"

"I'll kill you." Soyr had a wicked intent to match her words.

In the instant she swung the scimitar, the woman screamed for the death of Soyr. She felt as if she was being stabbed to a knife.

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Soyr ran, heading straight for the door that would lead out of the castle at all costs.

"Are you ok?" she asked, as she moved her head along from side to side. A chill ran down her spine as she slowly nodded her head in reply. "No worries."

Then she paused, looking back at the castle. "The people of this land have a lot of questions." She whispered. "I know I haven't answered them all, but I hope to."

The princess stood in place for a long time, letting the silence of the castle come to her.

"And… what do you mean you haven't answered?" her father asked after a few moments.

Soyr blinked, but then turned to him and said: "No one has been born yet. I'm still… pregnant?"

That was the first time anyone had asked that question before. It seemed so strange at the time… but there was no stopping her now. "I don't know." she replied.

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Soyr tried to get her head around the problem. For a moment, she was convinced he was going out to join the rest of the Legion. The first thing she realized was that, of all of the things that could have brought him to this point, the least likely was for him to suddenly decide it was time to go. He may not have been the same person after his encounter with the Legion, but there was still no way he was going out. Even if he was willing to make all of his remaining lives as an Outlander in order to do the right thing, she wouldn't believe that.

Finally, she pulled something out of her bag, a map of a world she wanted to see once she had left the Vault. From it, she could see the only place with the necessary power and resources, and the only place she could feasibly visit with a full crew of people. Soyr knew that was a lie, that she was going to run away to meet her friend's ex-girlfriend. This was her chance.

## Fall of the Mighty

I have been watching Tzavnia since the fall had begun. I was lucky enough to be in the demon realm, taking care of my subjects, when king Niand took over. I had watched through a mirror that let me return to my home in Tzavnia. However, I still had to return to Tzavnia in order to keep the balance between the demons and the people of Tzavnia. I am bound to return every other day to each realm. I was forced to stay in my realm as I watched my girlfriend dragged away by the arynwhol, watching her being used like a slave when only I should be allowed to touch her. I haven’t seen her since, and I have no clue as to where she had been taken. I had finally gathered enough demons to help me rush the arynwhol, in hopes of claiming Tzavnia as my own and restoring the balance of power to the princesses.

Though a few of my followers were against my actions. And many of them requested we claim Tzavnia as our own. Demons are hungry for power, and it didn't surprise me that many wanted to take the throne from me.

“Zephyr, I have told you time and time again, our mission is to restore the throne, not take it. Those are my orders. And you as my head general should abide by my orders at all times. Do you understand, Zephyr?” I didn’t look at him, but the air around me turned icy, and so was the tone in my voice. Since I had seen her taken away, my heart had become hard and cold, willing to give up life at any moment had I heard anything had happened to my jewel.

He nodded and turned away, leaving the room. It was almost time to begin. I opened my wardrobe and followed it with another pull to the back of it. It opened a secret component in the wardrobe that only I and my girlfriend knew about and had access to. I pulled out the armour I had hidden. Designed by my Jewel herself. She knew I kept armour here, but she never knew that I had taken one of her drawings and had forged it into real life. I had planned to tell her later, but simply never got around to it. The anger I felt at the arynwhol for taking my treasure away from me was burning me up. I had so many plans, so many things I wanted to say and do with her. Ultimately, you especially don't fuck with the Queen of all demons, who has all the power over Ice and Void Magica.

I put my armor on, walking out of my quarters into the castle halls, the walls pitch black. Though they looked liquid, and it seemed as if you’d fall through if you leaned on them, they were the most solid substance one could ever find. Only I could control it. If I wanted to, I could make any visitor walk through the same room time and time again, making it look different at any time. Leading them to believe they were getting somewhere. Once they walked in, they would never walk out.

Zephyr was waiting for me at the entrance. His horns, long and almost straight, stood tall upon his head, his head underneath a helmet, and his body was covered in armour.  “Are you ready, Your Majesty? The troops are armed and ready for battle.”

“Good. Get my weapon, and we’ll head out.” He bowed, and a smaller demon brought him a blade, large, long and pitch black. I had once used this blade to reclaim my throne, as heir of this realm. I brought my hand down, cutting open a rift. Allowing Tzavnia, more specifically, the Zreka Strip, to be seen through the rift. I turned behind me, giving my army an icy glare, and they all straightened, nodding to me before I turned back towards the rift, taking the first steps in, waving the army in behind me. We had chosen a fairly secluded place to enter Tzavnia, though not much could be said for the state in which it was left. This was a battleground for the resistance once, but it didn’t do anything to stop the ruthless king.

“Zephyr, wait for my signal. If you do not hear from me after 15 minutes, initiate the attack on the castle without me.” I stretched my wings wide, and with a powerful thrust I was high in the air, pumping my wings, taking solace in the night. I flew overhead, some lights were still on in some homes, if I had guessed right, it was midnight. I continued on my way to the castle, landing on the balcony. My wings disappearing behind me. I looked around for a bit before I stood, quietly but quickly moving into the castle. I was in Cres’s bedroom. I looked to see her bed, left a mess from when the princess’ virginity was taken from her in her very own room. Her guards turned on her in the night. I knew there would be guards outside of her doors. Just because they weren’t protecting a princess, they didn’t want someone like me prowling the hallways.

I came to the door and took a deep breath, not letting it go, kicking open the door, followed by one of the guards, the one I had kicked was lying knocked out on the hard floor. I had cut the other’s throat before he had a chance to signal the others for help. Foolish to instate chimeras and humans as guards rather than purebloods. I needed to do something with the bodies, though I could risk it, I had no time before Zephyr launched the attack. I continued through the halls, hiding from any remaining guards, hoping not to take any chances. I had hit the last hallway, the last door stood just ahead. I exhaled, drawing my blade, walking up the steps, only then did I relax, allowing my feet to make a soft tap against the floor. I quietly pushed the door open. King Niand sat, proud upon his throne, With both princesses working hard at his cock. Cres was licking and playing with his balls, while Helia took him into her mouth, her eyes closed tight.

“I know you are hiding behind that door. Did you think it would be so easy to attack me in my own home? Really, Dawn, I am disappointed.” He knew of me. It didn’t surprise me at all, there were bound to be a few spies among my ranks. Promised a position of power by Niand. “If you really wanted to take me on, perhaps you should not have relied on numbers of men, being demons or not, they are still susceptible to the Cock’s power. You picked a poor time to attack, Dawn. We have just had our annual parade.”

This news did shock me, though. The parade had passed weeks ago, didn’t it? I had forgotten, I stayed in the demon realm for too long. I had lost track of time...In this realm, a year had passed, a year had passed while this kingdom lay under an oppressive rule, and my jewel was forced to cope with it. She could be somewhere much farther away by now, back to the arynwhol’s homeland, even. I shook with fury, how could I be so careless? It was all my strength to keep my blade from visibly shaking at that very moment.

“Come now, Dawn. Let’s get this over with. I know why you are here, have a go.” He shooed the two princesses. Both of them swiftly withdraw, leaving Niand to stand and zip up his fly. “Your move, Demon” I could hear the grin on his lips before I saw it. I had notified Zephyr using my telekinesis a while ago. He should not be able to defy my will. What was taking him so long? I didn’t matter now, anyway. I was face to face with the very threat I had intended and planned to destroy. What happened after that could be taken care of later. I let out a battle cry, my right eye blacked itself out, and my wings spread wide, nearly covering the space of the room. The Magical aura around me sparked to life. This would be easy, what could a arynwhol do to stop an infuriated Demon Queen? Next to nothing. I was confident in this battle. I summoned a few tendrils of pure black, but Helia and Cres had both thrown themselves into the fray to protect Niand. I was disgusted, but with those keeping the princesses busy, I could continue my attack on an unprotected Niand. At least I thought so. I raised my blade and made a dive towards him, my wings pinned to my back. I came so close to splitting him in two. This was it, I had one, until I felt the chain around my right foot.

I screamed in anger, turning to the offender who had caught my leg, baring my fangs. “Zephyr?! Let go of me! That is a command!” In my anger I turned on him, only to have another chain appearing on my other leg, causing me to cry out, another demon holding this chain in place, yanking me to the ground. No matter how hard I pumped my wings, I would not be able to gain any altitude. Once my feet touched the ground I was tackled and pinned beneath Zephyr’s weight, and forced to look at Niand’s face.

“I admire your spirit, Dawn. But I told you. No man can resist the Cock’s effects. Not even your ‘loyal’ followers.” He bent down, spitting on my face. “A stupid cock sleeve like you needs to learn to behave. As a queen, you’ll become my pet.” I shook, and the next thing I knew, my head suddenly felt light. I watched my horns, all three, severed and fall to the floor, bouncing a few times, with zephyr holding the clippers, taking pleasure in my horrified and shocked look. “I’ll see you to the training room, m’lady.”

I bucked angrily, agitated, I was being forced to walk on all fours, and they tied a rope to my tail, attached to a collar, a shimmering black leather, and I was stripped to nothing. The armour I had forged for My jewel was now one of Niand’s possessions to do anything he chose with. On the bright side, I knew my Jewel’s tendencies. She would submit in order to make her life easier and for that I had to thank her. I knew it would keep her alive and from being harmed in any way. I kept my head down, being led into a room with two cages. Each had a food bowl inside, though it was obvious that neither had been used for a long time. The semen that had been in them had dried, and a red bowl spelled out “Helia slut” while the other spelled out “Cres slut” I shuddered and bared my fangs. This was disgusting, how could any woman submit to a life like this?

I felt a sudden burning sensation on my ass, making me yelp, I looked back to Zephyr, seeing his hand raised to me. “Get in your cage, Dawn, And I won’t have to make this hurt so much.” He grinned and watched as I hurried into the cage in shock. He pulled out Cres’s food bowl, and replaced it with a bright blue one, with one marked “Dawn slut”. I was horrified at the sticky white liquid in which it was filled. “You finish your cum by the time I get back, and you will be exempt from punishment.” He shut the cage, and I looked out, seeing him lock the door behind him. Overcome with anger, I threw the bowl out of the cage, disgusted as the cum splattered against the wall, leaving the bowl to bounce off of the wall, just out of reach of the cage. Not that I cared. I attempted to summon my wings, to no avail. Without my horns, I could no longer control the power of Void.

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