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The sleeping nine-year-old boy's chest rose and fell unevenly, lacking any sort of rhythm as he shivered in the cold, night air and rolled around on his bed mat in a fitful sleep. Dreams, or more accurately, nightmares troubled his young mind.

A sudden noise jerked the boy from his nightmare, his eyes snapping wide open. Now sweating and shivering not only from the cold air but also with fear, Khaleb's breathing was ragged and came his gasps as his stomach remained clenched tightly. Closing his eyes again, the small boy tried to regulate his breathing, sucking in deep gasps and trying to force them slowly out through nose---a technique he had found helpful in calming himself down in the past.

As his mind slowly began to clear, the boy considered the noise which had woken him. It hadn't been particularly loud, nor could he definitively convince himself that it hadn't been a figment of his imagination, just another part of the nightmare. _Yeah, that was it... just part of the stupid dream!_ he told himself, though his ears remained peeled for any sort of noise that might indicate that the other one had been anything more.

Swallowing hard, Khaleb curled up into a ball on the floor with a sigh. He was now too afraid to return to sleep so he just lay there motionless, trying to return his breathing to normal.

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Sven took a minute to adjust his eyes to the underground surroundings, dimly lit by the torch. He periodically glanced each way, searching for the tell-tale signs of shadows moving, but there was no sign of any movement other than a flickering shadow cast by his lit torch He carefully climbed down the rungs of the ladder, placing his feet down quietly on the damp stone floor.

Glancing up the tunnel he could occasionally see rooms going off to the side, but it did not appear to branch, at least not in the immediate vicinity. So hopefully he could find ''Khaleb'' in one of the rooms close by. He decided to search one direction, then the other if need be, and walked cautiously down the tunnel, watching his footing as he did so.

He did not have to go too far... maybe fifty meters down the tunnel, a room branched off to the side, and inside he saw a small figure, that of a young boy curled up in a ball, barely protected in his rags from the night chill that penetrated everywhere in Solitude, even in the stone sewer tunnels.

Helpless and weak, the child seemed to be. Just like he had been, once. He scowled with hate, as he remembered things from a childhood that never had been. It's just a job, Astrid had told him while he had been training, warning him that he would find some kills difficult. _You are just the weapon, and you kill where commanded, with no need to question._ And yet, something felt wrong about this, somehow by killing this child, he would be validating the evils that were done to him, even justifying them.

Nevertheless, Sven's mind was filled with a black anger, overwhelming his focus, and he gritted his teeth, disconnecting his thoughts and emotions, allowing his automatic training to take over as he drew his dagger, and advanced into the room.

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Khaleb laid on his side, curled into a ball, staring blankly into the space in front of him through a distant gaze. His eyes weren't entirely focused on anything as his thoughts remained on the dream. Why had it come to him? Hadn't had a nightmare in a good while, so why now?

His thoughts were broken by the sudden feeling of another presence being close by. It wasn't that he heard a noise... he could feel someone nearby. And then... he did hear something. The scraping of a blade against a sheath---a quick, metallic scrape that rang softly but nonetheless shrilly in the otherwise silence of the room.

With eyes wide with terror and a heart suddenly pounding out of his chest, the young boy rolled onto his other side so that he could see the door; his gaze was greeted by the dim outline of another being, dark and foreboding, a dagger clenched in his hand and glistening in the candlelight.

Khaleb lunged for his own dagger---a gift from Dar'Ba many months ago---which lay not far from his bedding. He lifted it in trembling fingers and held it out in front of him. His voice caught in his throat, rendering him momentarily mute.

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Sven halted for an instant, momentarily dismayed as the boy in front of him first rolled over, and then with agility grabbed a dagger that had been lying on the floor close by, holding it up in front of himself tentatively, with eyes wide open in fear.

The teenager edged around the room cautiously, putting himself in between the door and the boy, watching now with more intent. He wasn't afraid of the small boy on the ground in front of him, but he did not want to wound with an inaccurate attack, causing the child to suffer unnecessarily. He spoke in a quiet voice, trying to sound calm but hearing his own youthful voice waver as he did so. "Just relax and close your eyes. It will be over quickly, before you feel anything." He stepped forward once, azure eyes transfixed on the boy, who did not move in response.

Then he lunged forward to strike, as he did so a scream echoed from the building above. Sven swore out loud, he had forgotten to close the trapdoor, and in the moment of distraction he did not notice a patch of slippery moss on the stone floor. He lost control of his footing as the momentum took him forward.

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Khaleb swallowed, his eyes staring unblinkingly at the figure, waiting for something to happen. Finally, there was movement, and Khaleb carefully followed the silhouette with his eyes as it edged toward him. The young boy's feet instinctively moved backwards as the other's figure grew closer.

A soft, still somewhat-boyish-sounding voice cut through the silence of the night, chilling Khaleb to the core. The voice sounded calm, but there was a note of uncertainty that Khaleb picked up on, and it made him uncertain as well. But before he could consider anything, a lot happened at once: the figure lunged at him, a scream sounded from somewhere above them, and the figure tripped, tumbling onto the floor.

This was his only chance, he knew... he had to either escape, or somehow disable his attacker. His body unfroze and the spry nine-year-old leapt forward, landing on top of the figure, and wrestling the dagger from his grip in the confusion. The steel weapon clattered onto the floor a few feet away, but Khaleb was already on his feet, running for the door. He knew that his assailant would need to stop to collect the dagger before pursuing, and he was counting on those few extra seconds to give him a chance to hide somewhere.

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Sven tried to steady himself, but before he could regain his balance, the boy in front of him had launched himself forward, grabbing Sven's left wrist---the one holding the dagger--- with his right hand, and was squeezing instinctively. The teen fell over backwards, throwing out his right arm to avoid his head hitting the hard floor, and as his backside made painful contact with the ground, his dagger was jarred loose, clattering uselessly as it bounced a couple of times, out of reach. Sven grimaced, knowing he was helpless if the other boy decided to strike. He held his breath for an instant, waiting for a thrust into his chest or neck.

But the boy leaped off, and was racing for the door leading into the sewer tunnels. Sven threw out an arm to try and grab his leg, but the young boy had moved fast out of reach. Cursing, Sven hauled himself up, and quickly grabbed his own dagger, before rapidly turning, and charging into the tunnel after him.

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Khaleb darted from the dim candlelight of his room out into the dark shadows of the sewer passageway. He knew these paths like the back of his hand, which was a definite advantage as he fled his assailant. The young boy had to move quickly and lithely to make up for the figure's greater speed and endurance, and as Khaleb carefully mapped out in his head the extent of the sewer passageways with which he was familiar, he tried to consider his options.

To his left was another room, into which he could presumably escape, but... no. If his pursuer happened to figure out where had gone, he would have no escape. He needed to get someplace he could truly disappear.

As his bare feet padded lightly on the damp, stone group, making soft slapping noises with each step, Khaleb glanced over his shoulder. However, it was too dark for him to see whether or not that already dark figure was still hot on his trail, and he couldn't hear any sounds of pursuit. But he did not stop, he would not stop. Not until he was safe.

A sudden noise up ahead, however, caused him to squeak shrilly with fear; from what he could tell, some guards were coming down into the sewers. _Probably something about that scream a few minutes ago,_ the boy reasoned as he considered his options. There was a branching path a few feet in front of him that he could take to bypass the exit that was straight ahead, around a curve in the pathway, from which the noises and the flicker of torches were coming. Thinking fast, he decided that that was his best option, and he darted quickly into that hallway, hoping his pursuer hadn't seen where he went, and would get caught by the guards.

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Sven hesitated for an instant, as he moved rapidly back into the tunnel. Other than the immediate area outside the small room, he could barely see the walls, having also dropped his torch. A thought flashed through his mind---he was now in as much danger as the boy he was chasing---and couldn't risk going back to retrieve it.

Although his eyesight was severely impaired, he heard the distinctive sound of bare feet scampering rapidly down the tunnel. He turned in that direction, and headed toward the noise, trying to balance speed with stealth, an art he had practiced back at Sanctuary. He sensed, rather than saw, the walls around him. His leather shoes made little sound as he did so, but he was struggling to maintain the same pace, and considered trying to run the boy down, although what he would do then, he was no longer sure.

Suddenly he heard a high pitched squeak ahead of him---a quiet but distinct sound, not like a skeever but maybe a boy's involuntary cry---and the footsteps stopped for an moment, before starting again, but fading, as if disappearing down a side tunnel. Sven pressed on, then he heard a more concerning noise in the distance---deeper voices conversing, and the clank of metal on metal. He froze, panicking that he might be trapped. Then the faintest illumination, cast by the reflection of a torch around a bend, revealed a narrow passage off the side of the tunnel. As the torchlight grew closer, he scrambled desperately to reach the entrance before he was spotted.

The side passage was thinner, with even less light than the the main passage if that were possible. Feeling somewhat claustrophobic, but with only one way to go, Sven pushed forward blindly.

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Khaleb continued running with his arms outstretched in front of him to prevent himself from running into any sudden turns. His feet padded softly, making light slapping noises on the damp stone ground as he ran, not daring to stop or even slow down, with the ever-present feeling that his assailant was right behind him. However, the further he ran from his old room, the less and less he could remember the right paths to take to get to safety. Before long, he was forced to slow to a quick walk due to unfamiliarity with his surroundings. A dim glow illuminated the area up ahead and to his right, so he decided to head for that. Stepping into the light, however, he groaned as he discovered that he was now in an empty room, with no other way out.

His legs were weak and he was bent over from exhaustion; he had never had to run so far or so fast in his life, and the adrenaline was starting to wear off. Swallowing hard as he gasped for breath, the young boy spent several moments just trying to regain his breathing, hoping against hope that his attacker would have already gotten lost in the darkness through which he had been running.

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Sven advanced down the narrow tunnel, as quickly as he could safely manage, glancing behind him at one point, just before the passage bent. There was a flickering light in the distance behind him, but it did not seem to be moving, for now.

He rounded the curve in the tunnel, squinting as his eyes tried, unsuccessfully, to adjust to the absence of light. He paused for a second, closing his eyes, and with stilled breath, he focused his consciousness on anything he could hear. There was a murmur of deep voices conversing in the distance behind him, but it was blurred, he was not even sure of the tone, let alone what might be discussed. Ahead there was stillness, but it was penetrated by a quiet yet unmistakable pattern, the sound of moving footsteps. He opened his eyes, and pressed forward, there was no other option anyway.

Sven grew increasingly unsettled in the darkness, and his mind drifted slightly, as he progressed cautiously through a straight section of the tunnel. Sanctuary had never been this black, even in the caves, there would be light from the glowing mushrooms, and the occasional torch. But he had been in a dark place like this before. A growing sense of vulnerability cut into his mind, like a knife, as a hated memory returned. Absolutely blackness enclosed the frail child. He laid, bent uncomfortably in the corner of his cell, hands and feet shackled together in iron, bruised and bleeding, shifting uncomfortably at the burning pain below, beneath, within. His lip bled as he bit, trying to focus on some lesser pain, to avoid screaming into the foul stained rag that was tied tightly across his face. An unanswered prayer for an end, and a flowering and strengthening hate, dining upon resentment and despair.

After any number of minutes, Sven suddenly snapped back into the moment, as he sensed the vaguest possible shift in the shade of darkness ahead of him. Instinctively he threw a hand forward, smacking it on stone. He steadied himself, then spread his hands around. The tunnel branched out ahead to the left and the right. Sven listened, and heard the footsteps continuing from the rightmost path, and he could detect a glow coming from that direction as well, but then the footsteps seemed to slow, and stop. Sven frowned, and paused for a moment, before continuing down that tunnel.

Around the next corner, the path opened up into a lit room---and a dead end. His heart rate shot up as he saw the boy doubled over, gasping for breath, in the center. Sven paused, a surge of doubt swamping through him. He could just finish the job, then and there, but he didn't think he could escape the sewers unseen---not alone. He would die, on the blade of some worthless guard, or just wander in the darkness until he collapsed. And to kill this small boy, it didn't seem right anymore---if it ever had been. This boy, Khaleb, had held a knife in his tiny hands, with the opportunity to kill him, but hadn't done so. Without really thinking about it, Sven sighed loudly, then tensed up, as he saw the boy shift slightly, and begin to turn around, in front of him.

Sven quickly held up his right---empty---hand, with his dagger held loosely by his side in his left, as he stared intently at the smaller boy. "Khaleb. I need you to help me."

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Khaleb froze as he turned, his eyes popping wide open at the sight of the figure in the doorway. _Damn it, I rested for too long!_ His first reaction was to back away quickly, placing his back to the wall, with his hands pressed pressed flat against the rough, damp stone. Swallowing hard, he squinted and stared at his attacker, watching for any sign of hostility. As the figure stepped forward, Khaleb's eyes remained trained on the dagger being held loosely at the figure's side.

The use of his name caused his eyes to snap up from the blade to the figure's face. "H-help... you?" he repeated softly, cocking his head suspiciously to the side, frowning in confusion. "N... no! You just want to kill me! Just leave me alone!"

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Sven watched warily, as the other boy reacted to his presence. Khaleb's green eyes widened, and the boy began to back away warily. Sven took half a step forward, trying to appear casual, but mindful of any attempt the other boy might make to escape. He didn't want to frighten the boy now, there were certainly guards in the sewers who might hear any scream, and he was not inclined to chase him either.

The other boy was frowning, confusion and a note of defiance in his voice. Sven shrugged. Although he didn't technically want to kill Khaleb, he did have a contract to fulfill. In a flat voice, he stated dryly, "If I wanted to kill you that badly, you'd be dead now." He thought for a second, then fluidly returned his dagger into it's leather sheath.

He continued, in a deliberate tone. "The guards will be watching the main sewer entrances, and we're trapped down here. Do you know any other ways to get out?" Sven did not inflect the later words in the manner of a question, but rather as a statement.

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Khaleb watched the figure step into the dimly lit room, his teenage features coming into focus. The younger boy considered that his assailant was probably correct, but the fact that he had survived to this point gave rise to a spark of defiance. Still, he remained silent and watched the teenager through narrowed eyes. The thought did cross his mind that it was strange that the teen was engaging him in conversation rather than getting it over with. But his question as to why he was doing so was answered the next time the assassin spoke.

Khaleb gave a short, high-pitched scoff as his eyes widened slightly. _The only reason he's talking to me is so he can get out of here after he kills me. Well, to hell with that._

"I ain't just gonna to tell you how to get out after you kill me. You're gonna have to find yer own way out!" Khaleb's hand moved to his waist to pull out his dagger, before he looked down suddenly with the realization that he must have dropped his own when he had been wrestling his attacker's dagger from him before. His gaze slowly lifted along with two clenched fist, raised in front of him. "And I ain't gonna let you kill me without a fight!"

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As the small boy in front boldly expressed his defiance, Sven's eyebrows rose in surprise. He quickly began to calculate. While he himself was not particularly large or heavy set, this other boy was a full foot shorter than him, and scrawny... he doubted that Khaleb was even half his own weight. _And the boy had lost his weapon... would he not try to run?_

Sven raised his right arm defensively, ready to parry any attempt by Khaleb to strike his face, or perhaps a blow aimed at his testicles, if the small boy was inclined toward such dirty---yet effective---techniques. Watching for any sudden movement, and preparing to intercept any attempt by Khaleb to escape, he strode toward the end of the room, rapidly closing the gap. As he walked, Sven spoke quickly, hoping to unsettle the boy. "Your master's dead. You've got nowhere to run". The last few words came in between quick breaths, as he deliberately accelerated, preparing an attack with his stronger left hand---not to strike, but to grab the other boy and force him down.

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Khaleb bent forward slightly as the teenager advanced, narrowing his gaze determinedly, though his body was shaking with fear. He had never fought anyone before, and to go up against someone trained in death and fighting made him scared out of his mind. His attacker's next words threw him off guard, however.

_Dead!? Corpulus is dead?_ His hands dropped slightly and he stood up a little straighter as his brain tried to process this new development. If Corpulus was dead, that meant... no one would even notice if he went missing. And he had no one to run to for protection. He was completely, utterly alone.

The teen's continued movement, however, snapped the younger boy out of his thoughts and he resumed his stance, his eyes darting to and fro in search of any weakness in his assailant or the area around them of which he could take advantage. The attacker seemed to be angled to Khaleb's right---the teen's left---as he approached, so rather than stand still, Khaleb chose that moment to dive to his left, hoping to dart around the older boy before the teen could react.

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Sven had been watching Khaleb closely, expecting a last move. The small boy's body tensed up, then he lunged away, toward Sven's right. As the boy moved, the bigger teen nimbly checked his balance and shifted his momentum in that same direction, as he closed the distance. In another moment he was upon the smaller boy.

With concentration expressed on his face, Sven extended his right arm, blocking off any escape, as brought his left arm around rapidly, grabbing at Khaleb's right, as the boy desperately tried to evade. He gripped it, locking down tightly and began forcefully pulling the boy back, as he shifted his own weight forward.

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As soon as the older boy's hand wrapped around his arm, Khaleb knew he was caught. But although he was exhausted from having run all the way here, he still had a little fight left in him. The young boy struggled and pulled against his attacker's grasp, but it was all in vain. Being several years younger and much smaller in stature, Khaleb could not compete with the assassin's greater strength and dexterity.

"Let... me... GO!" he exclaimed with a final, desperate lunge, but all he managed to do was hurt his own arm by pulling it hard against the teenager's grip. Recognizing defeat, he finally gave up, letting himself fall limp in the other's grasp. "Fine..." he muttered, panting heavily. "Kill me... but I'm still not telling you how to get out of here. And I hope they catch you!"

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With little expression on his own, Sven looked at the small boy's face, as the caught boy attempted to escape, pulling desperately to get loose, but in vain, as Sven forced him down. Suddenly he felt a jerking motion, as the other boy desperately tried to free himself with his remaining strength, then the smaller boy went limp, exhausted.

Having disabled the boy, Sven felt no sense of triumph. He could snap the boy's neck now, if he wanted... put an end to it now, and flee wherever he might. Almost on instinct, he felt some force starting to pull his hands upward to do just that. He felt a little bit sick inside, as he did so. He heard the boy mutter.

Sven gave a strangled gasp, as a red mist filled his mind. Furiously, he hissed, with rage in his eyes. "Do you... have any idea... what you just said?" He fought a sudden urge to strike the boy. "Do you even want to live, boy?" _Or did even he? There were worse things than death._

The darkness and fear was starting to erode his self control, and his grip loosened slightly. A sense of foreboding came into his mind, as if a net were closing in.


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The hall of feasts was obnoxiously lit up for Ingrid's guest. The vampire had silently appeared at the opposite end of the table, like a solidified shadow. Her presence alone made every servant cringe, bow, and creep away through the various exits. Ingrid's icy gaze made a single sweep of the morsels spread across the long, ornate table, and her upper lip slightly raised in disgust. She had never felt comfortable with the regular consumption patterns of mortals. To allow organic waste to sit in one's insides, rotting and churning, only to be deposited later as waste; it was beneath her, and served as a reminder of her superiority over petty flesh.

Finally, she pierced the child at the end of her steely stare. He was just swallowing a bite of desert, but quickly paled and sat straighter as her attention was focused upon him. She was once again caught by surprise by the boy's agitated state. Even while placed in a comfortable manner, the sheer amount of emotions that churned within his small frame was intimidating. She could not imagine being in such a state, despite her knowledge that long, long ago she was exactly that. This strange boy would prove to be thought provoking, at the very least.

Ingrid rigidly perched on the edge of her seat, her dress twirling into pools of fabric at her feet. With a small push of mental will, the closest plates and servings scooted themselves away, clearing the table before her. The heavy stink of freshly cooked foods still invaded her senses, but she observed it with a slightly raised chin. She waited for the boy to arrange himself, and then she cleared her throat softly.

"So, my child. You have a full, warm belly, and clean clothing. I will also provide shelter and my servants will see to any needs or wants you may have." Her words may have been kind, but her voice was tinged with conceit. "However, there is a price." She watched curiously as the boy flinched, as if this was his worst fear realized. "I would have your soul." Without allowing him to protest, she continued. "You see, child, you have gathered my interest. It has been many ages since I've considered mortals, and you are unique; a pearl in a sea of dirt. I would like to learn from you. You are now my pet, and while I will treat you well, you must remain honest."

A storm of confusion clouded the boy's pretty eyes, and she went on. "Now that you are fed, how do you feel?" The question, so simply worded, somehow held an urgency to it that Ingrid herself couldn't quite understand. The more she watched the young boy, the more she was entranced. "Do you feel... guilt?" While she awaited an answer, she noted how well the child appeared once he was cleaned up. His flesh had a luminescence to it, as if the moon had kissed his cheeks, and his mop of hair was now a halo of cherubic gold. The spiraled horn was sparkling with the flickering candlelight, and she particularly enjoyed the rosy color and bow-shape of his lips. She unconsciously twirled an end of her long bangs around a tiny finger.

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Marko was just finishing his dessert when he stiffened, feeling the young looking vampires gaze pierce him as if she were looking directly at his soul. He couldn't say when she had arrived, nor when the servants had left, and felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety. A handful of seconds passed in this manner before she began to speak.  Having his fears confirmed made Marko flinch unconsciously. As alien as she was to him, this at least was predictable. His stomach continued to sink as she spoke, and he quickly forgot his anxiety amidst the fear and confusion that had begun to cloud his mind. What could possibly be so unique about him, a simple child who had barely managed to survive since the day he first arrived in this world? What could she, who had amassed wisdom across countless ages, hope to learn from him? He didn't have long to dwell on these thoughts however, as the girl soon continued to speak. He felt her question had a new sense of urgency to it, though he wasn't sure why, and dared not hesitate with his response.

"I'm not sure what to feel," he began. "I haven't always lived in this world you see, and you are so different from what the legends would have me believe." As he began to speak he felt the fear begin to wane. "I used to live with my parents, in a small country called Allesgarde. It was a relatively peaceful country and there wasn't much to do, but it was warm, and safe. However that all changed one day." Marko's eyes began to drift downward as recalled the events leading up to the current day. "My father was late leaving work one night. He never told us what exactly happened that night, he never had the chance. He was panting slightly, with an expression like he had just seen a ghost. He told us to gather our things, only the barest necessities, that we were going to leave. I didn't really understand what was happening at the time, and mom seemed confused too, but he was insistent that there was no time to talk then so we did as he said. We left our home that same night and began traveling. We didn't stay anywhere for more than a day or two. Almost a month passed like this when he disappeared. He had gone out to buy some food. He said he would be back quickly, but minutes turned to hours and he never returned. The next day some dangerous looking men appeared at our hotel room and we fled out the window. Things only got worse from there. We were chased from place to place for the next five months, never getting to relax. We never did find out for sure what happened to dad. Finally, when it seemed like we had no where else to run, someone different came to us. Mom seemed surprised to see him, I guess she and dad had known him years ago. Mom and the strange man went somewhere for a short time, and when they returned she said we were leaving, and that we wouldn't see familiar surroundings again. That night we met the strange man out in the woods. That was when we first came to this world." His fear had drained completely by this point, and he was staring blankly into space as he recounted the tale.

"At first I thought things would get better after coming here. That we would escape the bad guys. But it didn't get better. Apparently it wasn't what mom had expected to see when we arrived. We started living in one of the abandoned buildings in the southern part of the city and mom was always gone all day and went right to sleep when she returned. We didn't have much to eat, but I thought it must be better here. At least we didn't have to run anymore. It didn't last long though. One night a group of men wandered into the building we were staying in." Marko shuddered as he recalled that night, feeling a renewed sense of loss and pain. "They attacked mom. They beat her, and stripped her, and did all kinds of things to her. I had been out of sight and somehow they didn't notice me, but I was too scared to do anything. In the end they killed her."

He started to cry, but continued tell his story. "After that I was alone. I didn't know what to do. There was no one I knew and no one to help me. I wandered the streets for more than a week after that, not really knowing where I was or where I was going. At some point I collapsed. I was sure I was going to die then, but when I woke up I was in unfamiliar surroundings again. There was a roof over my head, and a thin blanket draped over me. A man came in and gave me food to eat. Then when I had finished he put me to work. He had me do all kinds of work. Construction, repairs, deliveries, cleaning and more. It was difficult, but I had a roof over my head and food to eat. I wasn't going to die. That continued for almost three years before the man who had taken me in disappeared. He had apparently crossed a group called The Eternal Twilight. After that I found myself alone once again. It was in the weeks following his death that I heard the rumors and legends of you, the vampire who sat upon the crumbling throne watching as the city fell into ruin. That was when I decided to try to kill you and stole the dagger."

Having finished his story he looked up at the young looking vampire girl once again. His eyes had started to dry now and he had relaxed considerably. Having collected his thoughts he was much more aware of his emotions now, and recalled what he had been asked. "Yeah... I do feel guilty," he said. And it was true. After telling the story he realized that he didn't even know why he had attempted to kill her in the first place. Even if she had been as cruel as the stories said they were all tales of a distant past. She had long since confined herself to her castle. "I really didn't think this through," he continued, "I wonder just what I thought I would accomplish. It was foolish for me to think I had even the slightest chance of killing you, and even if I had I have no idea what I would have done after that." He cast his gaze downwards again, feeling foolish, and hugged his knees against his chest. Finally he spoke one last sentence before falling into silence. "I'm sorry."

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Ingrid was taken aback by the child's admission and even more so by his apology. Her face wore the same ageless expression of disdain, but inside she was rather surprised, an emotion she still was unfamiliar with. She hadn't expected the boy to share his life's story with her. His story wasn't very different from that of the countless other waifs that littered the streets of her crumbling citadel. She was well aware of the nasty state of affairs that her home had sunken into, but she hardly thought it was worth her effort to change. After all, this sort of cycle would never end, no matter one child's suffering.

"I accept your apology, dear one. However, I think you misunderstood my question." She smiled wryly. "I have been visited by would-be assassins before, and although they rarely apologize for their intrusion, it is to be expected. What I meant to ask, was whether you felt guilt for eating and drinking from my wares; being sheltered beneath my roof. If I am the root cause of this city's failures, do you feel guilty for eating at my table?" She raised one eyebrow slightly.

As her words rang out in the massive chamber, a dozen silent servants appeared, and began to clean the table of the food items. The bowls and platters were replaced with gently lit candles, which brightening the room considerably and seemed to change the very atmosphere with their cheery glow.

[Assistant] Marko opened his mouth to reply, then just as quickly closed it again. He had misunderstood the question, and the embarrassment he now felt being told so made his cheeks redden and sting. After thinking for another moment he shook his head side to side, and then while looking down between his feet began to speak again. "I don't. I won't. I think... I think maybe I was wrong. You may have let this city become what it is now, but you didn't make it become this." He paused for a moment to think, then reaching a conclusion he looked up into the girls eyes once more, this time with more conviction than before. "But you can change it right? You have that power. You must! Even I can tell that this castle and city around was once a beautiful place. It's breaking and decaying now, but I can still see it. With a bit of imagination the cities original splendor still remains. Why don't you take you action? Why do you simply hide away in your castle, ignoring the suffering of those around? Do you really not care?" He could feel himself shaking slightly by the time he had finished speaking, whether with anger or fear he was unsure, but he refused to break eye contact with her. He had already thought his life was going to end twice before, even if it now did he had to find his answer. He had to at least try.

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Ingrid was still overwhelmed by the sheer force of emotions that the small child exuded. The glow around him shifted from frustration, confusion, embarrassment, and finally a righteous conviction. His cries fell flat, however, as she cracked a grim smile and leaned forward in her seat.

"Caring... is something I have long forgotten how to do," she drawled. "This place is no longer worth my time or effort. The people are little more then dung, dirtying this rock with their short-spanned lives until they fall into dust and blow away. I have become aware of the corruption that thrives within the living, and I can't see a reason to fight against it. Nature has chosen this route, and I won't argue with her wisdom." She leaned back into her seat, her smile fading.

"I have watched the cycle of life and death dance around me for centuries, and it has proven to me that fickle things like beauty and hope are meant for poetry, not for reality." She was sure this was far above and beyond the child's understanding, but she felt a need to express her standing anyways.

"I have another question for you, child." She gestured to the empty space nearby, staring deep into Marko's eyes. "What are your intentions for the future? Say, if you had my powers and my influence, what would you do to change the current affairs?" Ingrid had echoed the same inquiry with the aged populace, and was always met with a list of regrets. She found herself mildly curious what a child would answer, someone who still had their limited life ahead of them. Folding her arms back over her chest, she lifted her chin slightly and awaited an answer.

[Assistant] Marko was shocked and outraged by the girls words, yet he couldn't deny that a part of him agreed with her. Unable to hold her gaze, he looked to the ground once more as he tried to make sense of his own thoughts and feelings. "The people are little more then dung, dirtying this rock with their short-spanned lives until they fall into dust and blow away." Though he didn't want to admit it to her, he had often thought much the same. But there were also those few who had shown him kindness, even if only a little, and those without the power to choose their own course. He couldn't bring himself to believe that everyone in this city was corrupt and evil, where would that leave him? However, as the seconds began to turn to minutes and he was no closer to an answer he looked up once more, his pain and confusion evident in his eyes, and said "But if that's true, what of me?"

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Ingrid had to stop and keep herself from answering quickly 'but you are different!' Something ancient within her withered old soul was waking up, and it burned like a coal inside her chest. The table suddenly seemed ridiculously large, and she felt an instinct to gather that little boy up into her arms and coddle him. For a moment, her clear, ageless eyes sparkled with what must be affection. She brought a delicate hand up to her brow and took a deep breath to settle the sudden wave of feelings that stirred inside.

"I... can't say just yet." She answered slowly. "Perhaps there is a chance for hope, as you say." Ingrid couldn't believe the words leaving her mouth. "If you could convince me that there is worth left on this floating rock, perhaps I shall find peace." Without realizing it, she had stood up from her seat. "You are free to leave, if you'd like. I understand how scary it must be for a child of your age to be so far from home. I'll have my servants prepare food and clothing for you to take with you." Ingrid was sure that it would be best for both of them if the child left her castle, and took his ideas and emotions with him. She was uneasy that he was able to summon such feelings inside of her, and part of her wanted to crush him against her chest and never let go. These sudden thoughts were beginning to scare the vampire; they reminded her of her memories as a mortal, so far in the past that she had buried them with the generations she had heralded. Ingrid wasn't comfortable with allowing such rampant feelings shake her self-control.

She folded her hands in front of her, and gazed at Marko, deep in thought. Half of her wanted him to take the stuff and run, far away into the ruins where she would never see him again until he's an ancient crone. The other half wanted this frail child to recognize the youthful spirit trapped deep inside her vampiric shell. She awaited his answer as her servants quickly gathered the items Marko would need to thrive outside her castle.

[Assistant] Marko's gaze dropped somewhat and he felt a wry smile touch his lips as a film of tears began to form in his eyes. "I don't have a home to return to... not anymore," he said before falling silent once more. He wondered what would happen to him now, but the thought felt distant as if it were not his own.

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As sudden as the thought sprang into Ingrid's head, her servants draped in shadows stopped their motions. They swept about the child in drones, dragging him to his feet and before the girl vampire in an instant. Her icy glare cut into his eyes, brushing aside all the layers of incomprehensible emotion and laying his soul bare before her. For that moment, only a moment, she was just a child as well; a mirror to his own thrashing spirit, only trapped in a ghoulish guise. Ingrid broke the silence almost as suddenly as she created it.

"Then you shall be mine. I will covet you like a gem; and I will discover the secret of your... optimism." She arose from her seat, reaching her full height but still being slightly shorter then the boy. She reached out and stroked the curve his cheek with the palm of her icy hand, and smiled, barely revealing her pointed fangs. "Perhaps I will discover some things about myself, as well..." she added.

Ingrid withdrew her hand and stepped back, the crowds of shadowy servants billowing like waves as she moved. Their masked, empty faces seemed to constantly be pointed towards the vampire queen, ready for any thought, desperate to carry out any deed. "For now, recline in pleasure. Allow my servants to take care of you, and prepare you for my next visit. Anything you desire, only whisper the words, and they will cater to you." She raised her chin formally, and curtsied. "Goodbye for now, Marko..."

As her voice dwindled away in the cavernous hall, she dissipated into smoke, leaving a hot image burnt into the mortal child's eyes. The servants retained a respectful distance from Marko, but their open, dull faces were waiting for him to urge them into action. He had a distant feeling that this was more interaction then these spirits had had in ages, and almost felt pitiable towards the nameless creatures so devoted to the child vampire.

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Marko was left dazed and troubled by the end of his meeting with the girl. He simply stood rooted to the spot staring blankly ahead of him for several minutes, his mind racing so quickly that he couldn't grasp any of it, leaving him only vaguely aware of his surroundings as the servants waited on him. Finally he said simply "I'm tired," and lowered his gaze. Not a moment later he was promptly led out of the room and through several halls and smaller rooms for several minutes until he was no longer sure how to return to the hall he had eaten in. The room they led him to was furnished only with a bed. It was the largest bed he had ever seen and mattress and sheets were as soft and smooth as silk, though he would not have been able to tell what they were actually made of even if he tried.

His troubles kept him awake late into the night that night. He didn't understand the young looking vampire girl Ingrid. She was nothing at all like the rumors and legends, but try as he might he couldn't figure out what she was thinking at all and was left lost by the force and suddenness of her actions. First he had tried to kill her, then she had clothed and fed him in the finer clothes than he ever dreamed he would, before claiming him as hers. He couldn't imagine what she could possibly learn from him about anything, least of all about herself. Even the little he had thought he had known about her had been wrong, and he wondered if he would ever understand why she did what she. And he continued to ponder these and other questions until a troubled, dreamless, sleep took him.

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Ingrid spent the hours of the night haunting her library. The vampiress lounged in a couch, a steady flow of books just within arms reach, supplied by the faceless servants that moved with her thoughts. She was devouring every medical text, novel, poem, and personal letter concerned with romance and sexuality. Somehow, this mortal boy had awoken an instinct long-dormant inside Ingrid's shell of a body. She was wise and reasonable enough to accept the fact, but too much of a perfectionist to allow it free reign. Her primal urges would have to subdued and whipped into shape, just like every other shred of mortality that she had eradicated. However no matter how much she understand the physicality and science of this annoying attraction, she was still at quite a loss. This was throwing the vampire into a panic she had not felt in centuries. Ingrid hated feeling so naive, so young, and would fix this problem as soon as possible.

In the wee morning hours, the vampire plotted her exploration into her sexuality. Since she was given the kiss of undeath before reaching her pubescent years, she had smoothly glided into immortality with the cool and calm mentality of a pure virgin. That clarity was suddenly stolen from her, and now she waded into the messy waters of affection, jealousy, and desire. This much she knew. How to handle it, was another matter altogether. She was not stupid and realized that there was no such thing as an equal relationship between her and the child Marko. He was hers to use until he could no longer, and time would claim his fruitfulness like it did every generation before him. Ingrid would remain, but what knowledge she could glean from him during this window of opportunity was up to her. Just like the lords of the land did with attractive females they had plundered, she would create a harem of sorts. Marko would be like any servant, just with a unique purpose.

Once her plan was fully defined, the vampire set to work demanding her silent slaves to fill a room with the comfortable and sensual items of a lusty bed chamber. Candles were lit and vases filled with heavy-scented flowers. She stood like a marble monolith, watching as the scene unfolded before her. She intended to create the right environment for her desired results, much like a twisted science experiment.

Ingrid had her servants change her clothing to reflect the mood of her scenario. Her silver hair was released from its bonds and cascaded down to her lower back, the bangs messily framing her oval face. Her corset, dress, boots and other heavy items of decor were removed, and she wore nothing but black lace stockings and a sheer black baby-doll dress that barely reached to the middles of her thighs. Her nails and lips were painted black, and her appearance became far more intimidating and powerful then it had with the heavy, ornate armor of royal regalia. Her creamy white skin stood at stark contrast against the shadows of her ethereal lingerie, and she somehow felt more beautiful and true to herself then she had in the entirety of her undeath.

A throne was settled against one wall of her new harem, and the servants laid it over with colorful cloths and cushions before she stepped up to it and sunk into the seat. The chamber was finally prepared, and her harem was only missing one thing; her sex slave. With a single thought, Ingrid ordered her masked servants to retrieve her mortal prize and bring him to her.

[Assistant] Marko woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and excited. He had slept deeply, and the servants had been very accommodating, providing him with a bath and a change of clothes. He had been given a fine suit of clothes, and was feeling quite pleased with himself. He had never owned such fine clothing, and had to admit he felt quite dashing in them. He had been led to a room that was quite similar to the one he had eaten in, but was much larger. It was furnished with a large bed, a dresser, a vanity, and a few other items. The walls were covered with paintings of beautiful women, and the floor was covered with a thick carpet. He was led to the bed, and after he had climbed in and settled down, the servants left.


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Tempest, a large region that was home to many races and species of beasts. It mostly dominated by humans, but they had formed alliances with many of the other races that also inhabited the region... most of them being civil, but others not so much. The Elven race had a fickle relationship with humans. Elves were prideful and liked to keep to themselves, which didn't sit well for a lot of humans for one reason or another. For many years humans had enslaved any Elves who were unlucky enough to be captured wandering alone. Most, if not all captured elves were sold off to be sex slaves, male or female.

Humans aside, there were also beings who dabbled in magic. Witches being one of the more common people. Most were cordial and kind, but others were wicked and cruel. One witch in particular, named Ferlume, currently found herself ''wounded'' deep in the Elven forest. At least that's what it seemed like. She was laying on the ground, leaned up against a tree and grasping at her bloodied ankle.

Ferlume, while she looked like a young girl, was actually well over 200 years old and was skilled in magic. Shoulder length black hair that was as dark as the night sky with piercing red eyes and pointed teeth. She was cute despite her darkish appearance. Clad in a black witch cloak with her typical witch hat tossed aside for the time being, Ferlume was currently trying to concentrate so she could heal her wound, but found it difficult considering she didn't have the necessary materials to make a healing remedy. She couldn't move right now, making her a prime target for any elf who wandered by.

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While elves were prized as sex slaves by the humans and many of the other races, a handful were also kept as personal magicians. While not as powerful or versatile as many other types of magical creatures and those that train in the art, such as witches, elves posses an inherent affinity for nature magic, and can perform small spells with little to no training. An elf that dedicated themselves to the study could become incredibly powerful, and rival even some of the feared fey beasts.

Though this is possible, it is uncommon in large part due to the procedural nature of the society. To be taught by the most powerful of the elvish mages one had to fit strict requirements that even many of the naturally stiff elves balked at. Instead many turned to other disciplines such as wood working or archery. But the most coveted and prestigious position was as a cleric of Aharis, the goddess of purity. These were the elves charged with maintaining her temple and guiding the elvish society.

The extremely strict nature of the elves lead to some disobedience in their ranks, particularly in the youngest, whom have not been taught the importance of structure yet. One such child was Aeyllisa, the daughter of a cleric of Aharis. The nine year old elf roamed the forest, her fair, freckle clad skin shined with sweat as she ran through the forest, her deep brown hair flowing behind her freely. Her laugh rang out into the forest as she ran, finally free from the burdens of propriety for a moment, though as she stumbled on her dress, she was quickly reminded that she could not escape it entirely. When she stumbled, she could have sworn she heard someone else nearby. A quick glance through the trees revealed nothing, but her curiosity began to overtake her as she started to explore more carefully, examining her surroundings as she caught her breath.

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Ferlume appeared to be in a bit of a prickly situation. She could hear someone approaching. An elf, no doubt. Elves didn't take too kindly to other humanoid races trespassing in their territory. She was injured and couldn't move---apparently---but this was all part of her plan.

The witch had come here to procure herself an elf. After living so long and learning almost all there is to know, she had to find new ways of educating (entertaining) herself. She had recently began abducting various species, humanoid or beast, and learning how their bodies worked. Normally she would have to use a mind control spell to get them to cooperate, but some were more willing than others.

When she heard the fast approaching footsteps, Ferlume knew this was her opportunity. Even better, whoever it was sounded as if they were alone. That worked perfectly for the witch as it meant there wouldn't be any unnecessary casualties. She held her hand up, calling out for help. Help she didn't actually need, that is. "Hello? Is anybody there? I could use some assistance, please!"

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The elf perked up when she heard the cry, quickly approaching it to see who needed assistance. Upon seeing the girl, Aeyllisa would hurry to her side before hesitating. "You aren't an elf" she would state somewhat obviously. "What are you doing in our forests? Don't you know that you aren't allowed here?" One rule Aeyllisa did listen to her elders about was being cautious of strangers and outsiders.

The elf would seem to think for a moment, wiping a sweaty hair out of her face before giving the witch a look of pity. "Look, I can help you, okay? But after I help you get better you have to leave here. Promise?" Aeyllisa would wait for agreement, and if she got it, she would then kneel down beside the fallen Ferlume. The girl would close her eyes in concentration, a light green glow forming around her hands as the wound slowly began to knit together. The elf was totally concentrated on her magic, leaving her body and mind completely defenseless.

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"I promise. Trust me, I don't want to be here any longer." Ferlume watched as the little girl kneel down and place her hands near the wound she had given herself for her little trap. The girl was a bit on the young side, but Ferlume figured it would make her experiments more interesting. She was actually somewhat impressed with the girl's magic considering how small she was.

"Wow. I guess it's true what they say. Elves are as talented with magic as they are beautiful..." Knowing the girl's mind was vulnerable, Ferlume knew this was the time to strike. She could've used her sleep spell to subdue the girl, but she had something more fun in mind. She leaned in close, her lips nearly pressed up against the elven girl's ear as she began to whisper to her in such a soft and sultry voice.

"Come with me, oh little one. Come with me and we'll have lots of fun~ Together we'll laugh and play all day, and with me you'll do as I say~" The short rhyme echoed over and over in the girl's ears. The longer it repeated, the more convinced she was to go with Ferlume. The witch figured with the girl being so young, her mind was still underdeveloped and would have much difficulty fighting her mind control.

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When Ferlume complemented her, the elf's magic would flicker momentarily, a blush forming on her face before she resumed her concentration. Her eyes were closed and her mind was open when the witch cast her spell. The elf tensed and her magic failed completely as she was taken under the effects. "No, I don't... n-no I... I want, I want to go with you. We will have lots of fun. I will do as you say." The little girl's eyes unfocused and clouded with a pink shade. Her mouth slid into an easy smile and the tension left her body, no longer fighting the wonderful spell.

Somewhere deep in her mind she heard a small voice screaming for her to resist, but the longer she was controlled, the quieter the voice got until it was almost gone entirely. Why would she want to fight it? They would obviously have fun together, and who wouldn't have wanted to laugh and play all day? Aeyllisa now stood in front of Ferlume, happily waiting to be told what to do, and more importantly, what to think.

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Ferlume smiled, feeling glad her spell worked. The spell she had used only worked on the weak-minded. Those whose had stronger wills, Ferlume had to make direct contact with, which was just a hassle to her as they almost always fought back. "Good girl. I'm glad you agreed without giving me any trouble."

Given Aeyllisa's talent with magic, should she survive the experiments, Ferlume was considering making her an apprentice. That was far down the line though. Right now, she only wished to focus on her work. Getting up on her knees, Ferlume placed her hand against the girl's cheek. "Tell me your name and age, little one. You may address me as Ferlume"

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Aeyllisa certainly wouldn't be described to have a strong will. She preferred to avoid issues rather than confront them, if she confronted them she knew she would give in and do what the others wanted. Along with being young and distracted, the elf was the perfect target for the spell. She shivered in delight at being called a good girl, happy to please Ferlume. Aeyllisa could make a good apprentice, but it may have taken some mental conditioning to help the elf see that obedience to her owner is something to love, not fear.

The girl hummed contentedly when her cheek was touched, happily answering the witch. "Mmm, thank you Mistress Ferlume. My name is Aeyllisa Xisthria, and I am only nine years old. My mommy says it is too young to go out alone, but she is so wrong! I found you, and that is wonderful!" The control was definitely influencing the girl's thoughts heavily, as though she wasn't fighting the spell at all.

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"Aeyllisa, what a lovely name~" Ferlume finally got to her feet, taking Aeyllisa by the hand. It was best that they left now before any other elves decided to show up. "Allow me to show you to your new home, Aeyllisa. I have lots of fun things in store for you~"

Approaching the closest tree to her, Ferlume reached into her cloak and pulled out a piece of red chalk. With is, she drew a particular rune against the tree. This would allow them to leave the forest instantly.

Once the rune was complete, Ferlume set her hand against it where it began to glow. The wind seemed to pick up then. Aeyllisa only had to blink once and she would suddenly find herself in a rather luxurious looking home.

Ferlume had quite literally refurbished an old manor to live in. With magic, it was quite easy to do. At the moment, they appeared to be in the den where the fireplace was lit, giving the entire room a nice and cozy feeling.

[Assistant] Aeyllisa would smile happily at the woman stealing her away from everything she ever knew or loved. The spell cast on her reigns as she didn't give a second look to her woodland home before it was gone forever. The girl passively examined her new home, she only showed muted emotions without being ordered to, but she still conveyed some small amount of joy at her new life. The decor and feeling of the place would make her feel more calm even if she wasn't forced to be here. "Our home is wonderful Mistress Ferlume. Thank you for bringing me with you." The girl's voice was genuine, if flat.

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"It's nice, but it's even nicer to finally have someone to share it with, Aeyllisa." Ferlume petted Aeyllisa's head for a moment before removing her witch's cloak. She wore next to nothing underneath that cloak save for a thin band that wrapped around her chest to obscure her small breasts and a black thong. She never was a big fan of clothes, only dawning her cloak when she went out.

"Remove your clothes, Aeyllisa. You'll no longer be needing them now that you live here. Also, I need you to tell me if you have any sort of sexual history." She knew elves often indulged in sexual acts at a young age, but maybe Aeyllisa was still too young for that. Not that it would matter, but she needed to know the girl's history so she could plan her experiments accordingly.

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Aeyllisa stares at her owner even more slack jawed than before as the cloak slips off her body. Elves were only supposed to mate for reproduction according to the teachings of Aharis, but that didn't stop Aeyllisa from making a sizable damp spot on her panties looking at Ferlume's body. Under the spell, the elf made no attempt to hide her staring and fantasizing.

A weight seemed to fall from the girl's shoulders as she hurriedly removed her dress, destroying the lacework in the process. She gave a large smile, standing freely in her intricate white bra and panties. Not that the little girl needed a bra, even running in the forest her small budding tits didn't yet need the support. Basking in the freedom of being exposed in public, an idea occurs to Aeyllisa's addled mind. Hurriedly she mustered her limited willpower and threw the dress into the fire, which quickly lit the fine fabric. She then turned to Ferlume, hoping to be praised as a good girl for renouncing a piece of her old life like that.

She giggled, blushing. "No Mistress, never. My mommy wanted me to become a cleric like her, and clerics must remain chaste until their 100th birthday when they are blessed by Aharis. It was a little lonely, not being able to. Lots of my friends are already practicing for when they can mate and have babies but I couldn't." The girl reflected for moment. "There was one time my seven year old brother accidentally gave me some poisonous mushrooms. After I ate them I dreamt that he pulled off my clothes and sucked on my nipples. It felt so good that in my dream he made me tug on his staff while he sucked until the end when he sprayed me with white stuff. Those mushrooms where powerful, the hallucination felt so real..." Ferlume could be fairly confident that it wasn't accidental and it wasn't a dream, but Aeyllisa is quite naive.

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Ferlume noted Aeyllisa's staring as she undressed. Was this girl bisexual? The way she eagerly undressed and even threw her garments into the fire seemed to prove that theory. Maybe she just loved to praised/rewarded for being a good girl. Ferlume, while she abducted Aeyllisa for a sinister purpose, wasn't all that cruel as she petted Aeyllisa's head again. "Good girl. Hm... Well, you needn't worry about becoming a cleric any longer."

She had Aeyllisa sit against the couch. Kneeling down, she had the young elven girl spread her legs and bare her untouched pussy to her. Pressing her thumbs against Aeyllisa's labia, she spread the girl's pussy as wide as it would go as to examine her. Sure enough, the girl was indeed a virgin as she could see her fully intact hymen. Not that she didn't believe her in the first place. "A pure virgin elf. What a beautiful sight. Would you permit me to take your virginity, my dear Aeyllisa?"

Yes or no, the answer didn't matter. Ferlume was in control here. Still, she got plenty of satisfaction hearing her new slave bend to her command. The story Aeyllisa had told her involving her and her brother got Ferlume to thinking that maybe elves weren't as pure and innocent as they boasted to be.

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The way the elf looked at Ferlume would certainly imply the was bisexual, though from the way she shivered when she was called a good girl by the witch would tell her that receiving praise was no small part of it. "Yes Mistress, I won't. Being a cleric was always my mommy's idea anyway." The girl flushed with excitement as she was inspected by the woman, her pussy getting wet as she was touched.

Aeyllisa would giggle, blushing, "Of course, Mistress Ferlume, I obey you, and only you. Plus, I don't have to worry about becoming a cleric any more." The girl would lower her voice and whisper conspiratorially, "Plus, not listening to Aharis has always made my special flower wet. I bet not listening to her like that would really make me happy." The spell was digging its claws into the girl's mind; she was sharing information she didn't have to, just because she wanted to.

It seemed that the female elves were as pure as they claim, at least externally, but the male elves were like boys in most races, incredibly horny. Many of them, especially when they are young, had trouble controlling themselves and had to find creative outlets for their carnal needs. Elf boys were known to use their nature magic to create plants to suck their dicks, or even to rape small animals like bunnies. The boys would go to great lengths to cover their tracks from the rest of their strict society, but occasionally they were caught and tended to.

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"Your special flower, eh? Well, Aeyllisa, your special flower is just as beautiful as you are cute. Your previous life certainly sounded dull, so let us enjoy ourselves for the foreseeable future~" With that said, Ferlume stuck out her tongue and pressed it up against Aeyllisa's virgin pussy. She had never been with a girl as young as Aeyllisa before, so she was curious to know what her new toy tasted like. Slowly, she ran her tongue across the girl's heavenly soft folds, glad to see Aeyllisa already getting wet. Her lips would occasionally clamp over the girl's clit, suckling against it softly, wanting the girl to be good and ready for whenever she ultimately tore through her hymen. Once her tongue was thoroughly coated in the girl's juices, Ferlume stopped momentarily to savor the taste.

Aeyllisa tasted intoxicatingly sweet overall with a slight hint of saltiness from what Ferlume could only guess was residual urine. Honestly, she could see herself getting addicted to this taste. How had she lived this long and never tasted the pussy of a prepubescent girl? "Such a lovely taste you have, my dear Aeyllisa. I'm looking forward to tasting it many more times from now on~"

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Aeyllisa blushed brightly and squirmed slightly. "Thank you Mistress, I always thought it was pretty when I snuck a peak at it. Mommy said not to because it would make me think bad thoughts. Yes, my life before was very dull; I want to enjoy myself!" The girl almost definitely did not think that way before Ferlume said it, but now she could never remember a time she was excited by her life previously. The more her pussy was talked about and touched, and the less she could identify with her old life, the wetter her cunt got.

The little elf collapsed under the heavenly experience, falling back and moaning like a little whore. Soon she would find herself thrusting into Ferlume's fingers like an experienced sextoy, increasingly desperate to not only please her mistress but also to feel the unknown pleasure from between her legs for the very first time. As soon as she stopped to enjoy the taste, Aeyllisa began to plead. "Please Mistress, don't stop, please keep doing what you are doing to my flower. It feels so good, like nothing mommy or daddy ever let me feel. My flower feels so happy!"

Not only was she a little girl, she was a little elven girl. One reason elf boys had trouble controlling themselves was the slightly addictive properties their young elven pussy had. "Thank you Ma'am, what does it taste like?" The girl sounded so pathetic as she asked, her hips thrusting into the air, trying to convince the witch to return to her licking and sucking.

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Ferlume had planned to take the Aeyllisa's virginity almost immediately, but wow, she really couldn't get enough of seeing this girl squirm and moan in delight. She figured they could enjoy each other for just a bit longer before they got down to the real business. Besides, it had been awhile since Ferlume had any fun like this. "It tastes like heaven, my little Aeyllisa. Perhaps tonight I'll have you return the favor~"

Aeyllisa suddenly felt Ferlume wrap her arms around her as she hoisted the little girl up. Aeyllisa's legs rested comfortably on the witch's shoulders as Ferlume was now even more up close and personal with the girl's pussy than before.

She parted her lips, once again planting her mouth against Aeyllisa's virgin pussy. Aeyllisa suddenly felt Ferlume's tongue slide inside of her and began to lick every inch of her insides. Ferlume's tongue was unnaturally long, so it got in there deep, though she was careful not to tear the girl's hymen just yet.

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The horny elf would certainly be happy either way. The spell made her obedient, but the nine year old would love a cock deep inside of her just has much as a tongue. Her eyes rolled into her head as she responded with a moan. "Oh yes Mistress, that sounds amazing thank you!" The girl was thrown about by the witch, loving the feeling of being used and treated like an object, a toy for Ferlume.

She let out a provocative giggle as she felt the woman's breath on her pussy. The giggles quickly turned into loud moans as the tongue entered her pussy. The poor elf wrapped her legs even tighter around the witch's head and grinded into her face hoping to get the tongue even just a bit deeper. Either this girl had been suppressing her inner slut until now, or elves were all desperate to cum when they let go of their stupid rules and customs.

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Ferlume found herself getting more and more turned on by this little girl as Aeyllisa locked her legs around the witch's head. Ferlume's mouth was pressed up against Aeyllisa's pussy as close as it could get at this point, but Ferlume had plenty of tongue to spare.

She held her slave firmly around the waist as her long tongue locked and scraped firmly up against every corner of Aeyllisa's pussy. The taste was driving her crazy, but she knew now wasn't the time to get too caught up in the fun. After all, there were tests to be performed.

After getting her fill of prepubescent elven girl juice, Ferlume decided it was time to finish what she had started. Her tongue retreated, but only momentarily as it suddenly darted deep into Aeyllisa's pussy, tearing through the girl's hymen effortlessly.

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Aeyllisa's moans would crescendo as her hymen got ruptured by her mistress. She thrust her hips into Ferlume's mouth even harder as her purity was stolen by the witch. "Yes, YES thank you my flower is ruined!" The girl screamed, obviously reveling in the blasphemy and pain mixing with pleasure as she was defiled by the woman's tongue. The elf had never felt anything in her pussy before, much less something as deep and skilled as Ferlume's tongue and it was obvious by her reactions that it was about time she was exposed to such pleasures.

The girl's toes curled as she screamed incoherently, at the very edge of her first orgasm. She could barely remember her own name, but she had the presence of mind to resist cumming until her mistress told her she was allowed to. Biting her lip as her eyes rolled into her head, she tried to ask for it, but all she could get out was sounds.

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Despite how much Ferlume had been enjoying Aeyllisa's taste, she had to restrain herself for the time being. After rupturing the previously virgin elf's hymen, Ferlume quickly retracted her tongue and pulled herself away completely.

With a snap of her fingers, an empty glass flask appeared in her hand. She held it up to Aeyllisa's tainted pussy, letting the blood of her broken hymen slowly drip into the flask.

"Fresh virgin elf blood... While it's a finite amount, I'm sure it'll create quite a a potent aphrodisiac potion that will attract the most feral of beasts. Thank you, Aeyllisa for allowing me to take your virginity." After collecting all of Aeyllisa's virgin blood, Ferlume leaned over and pressed her lips firmly against the young elven girl's, kissing her deeply as a sign of thanks. She was honestly expecting the pain of breaking Aeyllisa's hymen to break her mind control spell, but apparently Aeyllisa had been wanting this for a while now.


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Arty let out a yelp when the floor beneath his very feet shifted lifting him up. If he yelped at that, he outright screamed when the monster lunged at him. But there was no pain that followed but a sickly hot wet feeling. Arty opened his eyes to see the monster's long pink tongue licking him. "Nooooo." He whimpered trying to pull away. He assumed the monster was going to eat him. "Nooo Mwommy, daddy." He cried out shutting his eyes against the tears. He wanted them to come and save him. Hundreds of times daddy would burst into a room with a candle and club to be gone with the monsters that hid under Arty's bed when he got his own apart from his parents. But now when faced with a real monster daddy was no where! Daddy could have saved him but where was he? Arty didn't even know where he himself was. "Don't want to be a hewo anymowe. Want to go home. Want mwommy and daddy" He mumbled unable to even wipe his eyes or nose. "Don't want to be a toy eithew"

Arty had never in his life seen a no no place of anyone. He'd seen his mommy's boobies for milk, but they weren't no no place. He'd never seen a boy's thingy. And no his little mind was faced with an ungodly thingy! It was... it was terrifying. The monster put it right by his face. Oh the stink threatened to make Arty throw up his hero's supper. Arty closed his eyes trying to tell himself this was a nightmare. Any second daddy would come in with his monster banishing candle and he'd be safe, back home dressed and warm in his bed and night shirt.

The monster once more began to pet his hair, to maybe calm him, but it wouldn't work this time. Arty kept his eyes shut tight. Only screaming out when the big hand grabbed a fist full of his fine blond hair and yanking. Arty cried out, his eyes opening and threw tears he could see the terrible thing still facing him, a hole at the top almost pulsating. Arty whimpered.

Arty didn't like the image that came up of when he was told this was like a teet... teet was a boobie that gave milk... this thing... this couldn't make milk, and if it did, Arty was sure he did not want any at all.

Against his will his arms moved, pulled into place by the long ropy things until he was touching the big pink thingy. If felt horrid. Hot and pulsing under his small hands. The monster spoke about giving him milk. Before Arty could voice anything about not wanting the milk, The demon once more pulled his hair super hard, making him cry out again. "P-p-pwease it huwts mwistew howsy face." He sobbed, but a terrible sound echoed off the nightmare walls of the chamber they were in, from above maybe? It was... a terrible horrible sound. A scream, but so badly distorted by pain, and the walls, and even distance that it was hard to make out. "Please mister horsy face, I just want to go home. Please. Gods please"

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The moment Arty's little hands graced Mujy's vile equine shaft as he slowly felt the hot pulsing rod while making his plea to go home, a splurge of thick white precum burped out of the wide tip and drooled down below. "Unggghhh, hehehe. Lucky you, I haven't raped any boys in a week. There's going to be a lot!" the demon lord laughed cheerfully, shaking his fragile head around like a toy ignoring his cries for a moment. The tentacles kept the boy's hands locked down on the horse cock, as he could feel the juicy pulsating flesh pole get even just a little harder and more stretched out to the max. The oozing pre syrup had its own sour odor added to the musk floating in the air to which if Arty picked up, he'd soon realize this entire cave seemed to be coated in this same substance and smell.

"Please Master", Mujy roughly yanked on Arty's hair and corrected him. The echoing screams traveled through the fleshy walls again, though still muffled and lost in the distance of the labyrinth, it was hard to tell if they were Arty's old friends or other people, crying, screaming, and moaning. "Music to my ears", Mujy laughed.

The horsedemon redirected the attention back to the fat cock staring the toddler in the face. "There's no other options child, you'll squeeze my penis, pump and stroke it until the milk shoots out. That is exactly what your hands were designed for." Mujy ordered, while a little pedestal flooring to one side of Arty lifted up from the floor for the demon to dig one of his hooves into, aiming his cock a bit down at the boy's lips while his balls were more freely available dangling in front. All the while the tentacles tying up the child's wrists started to force his hands a bit, roughly guiding them as instructed. "Be a good boy. Lick and suck it like you would your bottle!" Mujy leaned back in sheer ecstasy, as his penis smeared and shoved up into Arty's face.

A few flat panels dropped down from the ceiling, tangled up and held together by webs and tentacles, they had crystal orbs within, all while other tentacles with large eyeballs emerged from the flooring... peering at the boy's body. One from below, taking a good look at his buttox and anus, others to the side zoomed in on his thighs or nipples, collars bones. Everything these eyeballs looked at was displayed on the crystal orbs above all for Mujy to watch for his own custom pornography. He could lustfully look at every little detail of the naked baby boy, basking in the visual delight, the demon utterly lacked any shame or dignity.

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Arty let out a scream of pain when the monster yanked his hair once more. "M-MAASSTTTERRR" The little boy howled, his own pain adding to the cacophony of torment. Arty cried as some smelly white stuff oozed out of the big opening. He did not want to be here. He did not want to be holding his monster's smelly thingy. He closed his eyes tightly, willing himself to be else where. He'd wake up soon, yes that was it. He'd gotten sick from all the sweets and had this strange nightmare. He'd wake up in his mommy and daddy's bed between them, they'd always let him lay in bed with them when he was sick.

The thingies on his wrists began to move, and Arty let out a whimper his eyes closed super tight. He'd wake up soon. Yes he would be safe and warm in bed. Arty felt the tip at his lips, and tried to pull away, but he couldn't so instead he'd keep his mouth closed. The monster horsy man said he had no options, but of course little Arty was smart, the nurse maid lady that watched the kids a lot in the village had said Arty was too smart for his own good. Of course the obvious answer was, he'd keep his mouth shut. It felt grow to have the tip at his lips, smearing that foul stuff, but it wasn't as bad as in his mouth would have been. Arty with his eyes and mouth defiantly shut tightly missed the display of his own body on the strange crystal above him.

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Mujy flexed and cracked his neck, annoyed but not surprised as this was the usual response from his new toys. Looking down from the crystallized screens showing off the nude toddler, he carefully pinched the toddlers little cheeks with one his fat thumbs and pointers, then attempted to yank the boy's whole mouth open stretching his jaw and aggressively started to push his cock swiftly into the tight mouth. Mujy's fat flared horse tip barely shoved its way into the small opening and puffed out the boy's cheeks instantly as he more than likely coughed and gagged through, immediately muffling any cries or screams. The demon angrily drilled his penis in further until it hit the back of the boys throat and had nowhere else to go, gagging him profusely as he coughed and choked away on the huge shaft clogging up his entire mouth.

"We were going to play nice and see what you do first, but I guess not?" Mujy suggested, as he looked down and his oversized animal cock was stretching out the smallest boy's mouth, from above the fit looked damn near impossible. And Mujy finally took in the pleasures as he cooled down, the warmth of this throat greeting his wet tip, the gurgling saliva splashing around the mouth and baby teeth, the coughing massaging and cleaning his shaft, the child's tongue gliding along the underside, and the wet tight lips sealing around his pink shaft with his screaming muffles vibrating through.

The horsedemon had his large hand on the boy's head again with his cock plugged up in that tiny mouth poking down that throat, he yanked it back out a little, only to ram his penis straight back in repeatedly thrusting away as the child gagged and struggled with the situation. "This is how you really boil my milk anyways my little one, sucking and stroking can wait. Now gagging and shoving my meat into your little throat, mmmmmm. Yessssss" Mujy drooled, raping Arty's mouth as he let off the boosted foot rest and stood straight up more firmly, quivering and tightening a bit, looking up at that one orb in particular that had its sight directly on Arty's plump baby butt...

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Arty was ready to keep his mouth shut for as long as he needed, but the monster had other ideas. He gripped the toddler's little face, and nearly pried his mouth open, thankfully with expert care, or he could have ripped the boy's head apart with his sheer strength. Before Arty could utter a word or even a sound the foul piece of meat was being pushed into his mouth, but then even further! Arty chocked and gagged around the massive rod in his mouth. Arty struggled against the thingies holding his wrists as his eyes began to roll in his little head, the monster was shoving the smelly thing in and out of his mouth, he could feel his throat even being violated. Arty was sure the monster would be able to see the bulge of this thingy pushing down Arty's neck. He was breathing harshly through his little nose, but the smells! They made him not want to breath, but he needed to. The world was starting to fade slightly. Blackness crept into his vision taking it over, as all he could see was the long vile tube of flesh moving back and forth.

Despite his face slowly turning blue, and the monster able to handle him as though he were but a rag doll, Arty was still weakly fighting, pulling ineffectively at the thingies on his wrists, and trying in absolute vain to pull back, just to get some air even at this point.

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A large fatter tentacle erupted from the floor behind Arty and squeezed itself up against the back of the boy's head, halting some of his frivolous fight as the horse cock continued its brutal onslaught into his mouth and throat. The tentacle was thick and strong enough to practically be an enforced wall, letting the horsedemon slam away into the boy's mouth while he now had nowhere to go. The tentacles around his wrists violently twirled around his limbs tighter as well and worked his hands towards the fat ball sacks boiling right in his face, the boy could probably feel the warm fluids and chucks of eggs and spawn swimming about as the meaty sacks pulsated.

Mujy drooled looking down from the orbs at the red and blue faced boy, gagging with his clenched face, his jaw nearly dislocated from the severe stretching, the shape of the demon cock stretching out through the boy's skin around his tight little neck. The fat cock drilled through and felt all of his tight warm mouth, his fruitless efforts struggling for air through his nose even brushed down some additional sensations across the penis. For what probably felt like an eternity to Arty, many minutes passed as this onslaught continued and the horsedemon would alter his pace, the length of his dive into the baby throat, the pull on his head or chin and neck, and more and more the demon's groans and drooling got more intense, rumbling and quivering through the boy's little frame.

*SPOOSH*... a thick, chunky, hot splash of something finally erupted filling Arty's mouth, as another second passed, the explosion happened. The demon lord arched forward squeezing Arty's hair like never before and roared. "RAAAAHHHH!" Mujy barked shaking the entire cave as his cock vomited copious amounts of ejaculate into Arty, instantly coating his entire throat with his dense milky seed. As if the taste and smell of his penis was hideous enough, this milky substance flooding Arty's mouth and body was utterly vile and foreign. And the fat cock just kept squirting huge loads, so much shot in that excess amounts were forced out between the toddler's tight lips around the horse cock. The proud and strong demon even twitched a bit in this glorious moment of sheer ecstasy. His orgasm had to be at least a dozen healthy male human adults worth, all whom could sport abundant volumes.

"Ahhhhhh" Mujy straightened up again flexing, still pinching off every last little droplet of semen into Arty's throat keeping that now ultra sensitive cock head plugged up in that baby mouth. "Good boy", he said simply still composing himself. Sadistically as if Arty had just won some sick and depraved prize.

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Something pressed against the back of Arty's head stopping him from trying to pull away. And the thingies on his wrists were tightening to be painful even, but all this had the effect that the little body could no longer struggle at all. He just was there motionless as his mouth and throat was raped. He wanted to cry and sob, but he couldn't even manage that with the big thingy inside his mouth. He could just breath harshly trying to get some air, even the fowl smelling air, and silently weep through his tightly shut eyes.

Arty tried his best to think of mommy and daddy, but it was really hard with the pain the monster's thingy was causing. He couldn't even try to resist as the thingies on his wrists moved his hands to touch the big hairy hangy things under the monster's thingy. Arty gagged and choked on the massive piece of meat violating him. Why was this happening to him?! He was so scared! He was suppose to be a hero for the village and instead this was happening.

Arty's chokes and gurgles grew as something... something gross, hot and slimy began to shoot down his throat into his tummy. It was hot, so very hot, Arty could feel it to his core, the monster pulled back his thingy some, more of whatever it was kept coming, now more in his throat, there was so much it didn't take long before he was tasting it in his mouth. It was horrible. He really was he could not struggle anymore though, but his little chest heaved as he needed air. He needed more air that his nose could supply him with. The monster wasn't pulling his thingy out though! Arty needed air! He was choking and suffocating! He began to try and move once more, just to get air, but the thingies holding him was too strong. This monster would kill him. That was all there was to this situation. Arty's little body was convulsing as it struggled for air that he couldn't get!

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"Mmmmm" Mujy growled, letting off his grip a bit as he caressed Arty's head, all the while still squeezing his convulsing penis squirting down every last little drop into the boy's throat. The demon roughly yanked his fat cock out of the boy, allowing him to finally throw up any excess ejaculate and catch his breath from the onslaught, all the while Mujy continued to happily stroke his still utterly erect cock right in the boy's face. Showing him the cream that was still drooling out the tip as he pleasured himself, as if the rod could burp up another load at will...

"Ahhh, the baby slaves drain my cock finer than all. How is my milk, little one? This sauce is the only meal you're ever going to get, for the rest of your life" he scolded Arty, still proudly stroking himself in front of the boy. Giving him a few more moments of rest to take in the situation, yet, just further emphasizing the reality of this nightmare.

"Now we will try your turn yet again. Maybe I will let you go and see your mother and father if you do it this time?" the demon lord teased and smirked. "Yesssss, stroke my cock with your hands and beg for it" he ordered, the fat tentacle behind Arty pushing up against his back and neck to motivate him, while the tangled wrist tentacles loosened their grip enough for him to gain more control again, but still not fully.

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With a sickening pop the massive intruder came out of Arty's little mouth. He gasped for air, a terrible gurgling sound as his body also tried to throw up the foul seed. Arty had a coughing fits, as he also sobbed like man. He still didn't understand any of this! He was suppose to be a hero. Daddy had said he was proud of him, and he was going to be a hero like in the story books. His crying meant he missed what the monster said about baby slaves, and the information that the foul seed is all he'd ever get to eat again.

Despite his crying, and coughing and gagging he did look up to the terrible monster a string of cum and spittle dangling from his lips. "Mwommy? Daddy?" He asked in a strained voice, from the cock having been pushed down his throat. "Pwease mwistew demon wowd. What do chu want?? Teww me. I want to go home and see mwommy and daddy. I'ww do anyfing" He begged, his voice rough and raw, but still a childish high pitch.

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Mujy pinched the boy's head and hair again at the ignorance to his orders, but quickly gained his composure for a brief moment. "Yessss, I am your Demon Lord." he nodded, giving his cock a big squeeze as he stroked it in front of the boy, that foul musk bursting out again along with semen still drooling from the tip.

"Good little boys may see their family again" Mujy snarled. "You just need to get more milk out of my cock and feed yourself! As the tentacles directed, use your hands to stroke the tip and clean it with your tongue. Beg for it!! It is... that simple" the horsedemon ordered, drooling as he looked down at little Arty's cute face and lips decorated with some cum from the last orgasm.

A pair of tentacles swooped under the boy and the eyeballs leering at his naked flesh, as the tendrils slivered across his ankles and yanked them up into the air slightly above his head, making his body swing even closer to the demon cock pulsating in his face. The fat tentacle that was once pushing against the child's back and head found its way under his stomach, keeping him propped up. Those little chubby thighs and legs dangled in the air, as that soft pristine baby butt came into full view from Mujy's towering position. The demon licked and wet his own fingers, as his monstrous hands quickly fell down on Arty's backside and promptly started squeezing and rubbing his plump baby cheeks, his fat fingers digging around the boy's tiny little hole.

"As I said, you are my toy now. You will obey, less I eat you." Mujy scolded the toddler, molesting his small butt.

[User] Arty wasn't sure what he was suppose to beg for. Beg to go home and see mommy and daddy again? He was already doing that! Beg for the nasty hot stuff that shot into his tummy from the monster's thingy? Arty's hands began to move as instructed, it felt very weird and... wrong to have this massive part of the monster in his little hands. "Okay, mwistew demon wowd. I'ww do it, i'ww be a good toy fow chu. I just want to see mwy mwommy and daddy again, pwease. Pwetty pwease. I don't want to be eaten. I want to go home." He said, tears in his eyes. Before anything could be said more, there was something at his little butt. "I---ow dat huwts mwistew demon wowd." He said trying to move away from the strange rubbing and digging feeling. "I'm wubbing youw thingy. I'm wubbing, I'm wubbing." He cried assuming the digging was some sort of punishment.

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"Hehehehe... rub harder, squeeze the tip and use your mouth and tongue child. Beg for my milk! Henceforth this will be your daily meal and all you ever get!" Mujy snarled and groaned, as his thick equine cock throbbed in front of the toddlers face while he sluggishly attempted to obey some. Every little rub or stroke made more warm precum drip out the wet tip, like a being with a mind of its own, a beast ready to spit more venom...

This did not cease Mujy groping the child's bottom one bit, as he continued molesting and squeezing his soft cheeks. Finally he easily spread the boy's bottom wide open, while yet another tentacle fell from the ceiling and started to probe around the baby butt hole. The tentacle had green sacks dangling from its head, with a thin black needle at the tip that looked like it belonged to a bug. The tip was thankfully still soft, as it glided up across Arty's anus until it found the entrance to his tiny little hole and started to shove its way in. The sacks puffed and exhaled, as a green poison started to inject and flood into the boys asshole. The sticky fluids carried many parasites that swiftly swam through the boys innards and attached themselves to his organs and parts within. Strengthening them with their foreign infection...

"Mmmmm, soon your body will be ready my child. Very soon and we'll get to have sex for days..." he glared at the boy's cute face, probably flinching from the strange sensations poking into his butt hole while Mujy molested his backside and the demon cock was still just about the only thing visible in his view.

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Arty didn't understand what the monster was saying. He just knew that the monster said if he listened he'd be allowed to see him mommy and daddy again. He tried his best to do what the monster was commanding of him but, he'd of course never even thought about these kinda body parts so he had no real idea what to do. He was trying his best though.

As Arty tried his best to do what the monster had told him he felt a cold slimy... thing... prod at his butt then a sensation unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It wasn't painful really but it was so weird as to be uncomfortable. Something began to push into him. His brow furrowed as he began to whine his hands stopping their motions as he tried in absolute vain to get away from the feeling from his butt. There was more though. There was something being pushed out a kinda fluid. It was real cold then it started to burn. His whining and whimpering turned into full crying. "Mister Demon wowd. Pwease it huwts. It huwts weaw bad. It's buwning mweee" he cried his body being introduced to this demonic poison.

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Arty did a decent job lazily trying to figure out the horsecock, as a wad of precum built up oozing out the tip and drooled down the shaft, even down Mujy's balls unto the floor. But the demon had had enough of his cute face for now.

Mujy rubbed and squeezed Arty's bare bottom a final time until letting go as the tentacle fed that baby butt its venom. The demon snapped his fingers while four skinny tentacles latched onto the boy's buttocks, pinching them while trying to spread his cheeks apart and stretch the anus some... but the toddler pucker barely flinched, expectedly like the perfect untouched specimen that he was. The sac dug its head in further when it was done spewing its goo, making sure the butt swallowed all of it, and the sac finally yanked itself out disappearing back up into the ceiling.

The horsedemon took a few stomps disappearing behind Arty's view and the tentacles that were tugged up around his wrists violently twirled together up in the air, twisting the boy's hands behind his back tightly, squeezing until they were stiff against his little back. Mujy's giant fingers roughly slid along the toddler's buttocks, thighs, chest, his thumbs pressing against his little tied up arms like twigs, as the demon yanked his whole body back and up a bit, the fleshy pedestal followed. Then, that familiar flared wet horse tip smeared itself up against the Arty's butt. Mujy moaned, his precum gushed out and around the anus and dripped down Arty's balls and legs...

"There's only one thing I like more than feeding my child toys... pumping and drilling undeveloped baby holes like this one" Mujy drooled and groaned sadistically, his voice deeper than ever before, as his thick fingers squeezed Arty and the horse cock started to prod at the pin tight little human boy hole. The fat cock slipped around, the demon carefully continued to aim his monstrous long shaft at the hole, as the four tentacles pinched and pulled, if he could just wedge any bit of his penis into that butt, the tightest and softest warm innards of his new little toy awaited...

[User] A sharp yelp came from Arty as something was yanked from him. He was scared of course but kinda grateful whatever that had been was gone. The big monster kept groping and gripping his little bottom. After a terrifying moment the monster pulled his big thingy from Arty's face and walked out of sight. The baby boy tried to follow the monsters movement but it wasn't able to turn as the horsy monster vanished only the terrifying wet sounding clops of his hooves told the boy he was still there. "Pumping and dwiwwing?" Arty began but was cut off by the things holding him snapping him to a new position. The monster began to rub even more at his butt. "Mwistew demon howsy wowd?? what awe chu---" Arty's question never came out as it ended in a loud strained wail. Something was... something bad was happening. And given he woke up with a scary demon monster guy doing things to him that was saying something. "No. I'ww be good. I'ww suck chu mwistew demon wowd. Pwease I'ww suck good. It huwts!" The baby wailed as he tried his very best to struggle against the things holding him.