*Pah-Pah-Pah*
Jarren went at it, Veriyal long out of breathe. Her body winced as she felt her womb drenched in his cum once more. She had slowly lost track of how many times he had pleased himself inside of her. "Let's move on shall we."
To her surprise, she felt something stiff piercing her asshole. "That's not where ~~ anhh ~~" As much as she pleaded and groaned, Jarren with his playful serpentine smile went through with it. His shaft now resided deep inside her asshole, gripping hard to his little member.
A small pool of cum had formed at his feet as more kept on trickling out of her pussy. Used was far from the word she had in mind. Degraded and abused felt more accurate. As for the perpetrator, he kept pumping deep inside her hole, her ass jiggling with each thrust he put.
With each passing second another slap to her bosom would bring her back to the harsh reality. A bittersweet sensation at the hands of Jarren. "Make sure you take it all." Her asshole ring clamped tight to his base shaft, making him feel sure that she didn't want to let him go.
"Annhh" With a final plunge, he coated her asshole similar to her pussy leaving his cum to drip to the floor. Her chest heaved, eyes half awake as her body broke into a frenzy of spams from the organism she felt run through her body. Her hatred had now grown into something more calm.
Her determination and perseverance slowly wilting away with each passing second. "Alright boys, that will have to do it for today." Some groaned in dissatisfaction wishing that they got their chance to have a ride with her but could only leave.
A few minutes later and the duo were still in the room. Her heaves still audible as Jarren put back on his clothes.
*Snap*
The glyph beneath her feet shattered and in an instant her strength came back to her. She easily tore through the strings that held her in place, the strength of a Dragon Wrought finally coursing through her veins. Her fists clenched, her eyes boring deep into Jarren's figure who shot her a thin smile.
Cum dripped from her lower orifices, her shame now whittling as her resentment shot through the roof. It wasn't death that she wished for Jarren but something far worse and yet the only thing that she could do was watch and endure his games. "Do you have something to say to me doll?"
His voice rang through, calm and poised as if he hadn't toyed with her for hours in the eyes of others. "..." Nothing came out of her mouth, letting her fists fall free.
*Boom*
He held her by her throat, suspending her a few inches above the ground. "Listen if you don't want to be my plaything then I can grant you death faster than your fragile mind can comprehend! So if you have something to say to me say it to my face." His grip grew tighter, her feeble attempts of prying his hand off her throat futile.
He pinched her peaks, ready to see her reaction. "..." Still no word from her forced him to pinch them harder to the point of blood glistening on his fingers. She grit her teeth, the pain hard to endure however she refused to give him the satisfaction that he wanted. "Oh~ If this is the game you want to play then I'll play."
In an instant, the dildo she had long thrown to the side materialized in his hand. "Anhh!!" His insertion wasn't gentle nor was he planning on being. "You'll have that toy with you till the moment I say for you to take it off. I don't care where you'll be or what you're doing, you better not take it off till I say so." Her folds and clit red from all the insertions she had.
Letting her go, his figure instantly vanished form the hall leaving her alone. Looking at the dildo in her pussy, she gave a long-winded sigh as she tried to take it out only to be met with a harzadous shock. "Anhh!!!" A thin streak of crimson trialed shortly after.
She broke into frantic hysterical laughs as she wondered what her life had become. "Hahaha!" Still baffled with how things had escalated to quickly, she fell to the floor before the crazed laughs turned into something more somber. Tears spiraled out of her eyes before turning into rage.
"Fuuuuck!!!" Her nails dug the stone floor, clawing with ease for her rank. She wondered whether it was a cruel joke the heavens were playing and she was the one to pay the price for it. However unbeknownst to her the very heavens she cursed too lamented their fate.
With a monster like Jarren lurking, it was only a matter of time before everything fell into dissonance and ruin.
***
He came with no background, no fate to link to his past, nothing. He came, treated reality as his canvas and painted it with blood, carnage and despair. He killed everyone I loved and those I came to love. I've tried to escape his grasp but there is no escape."
In the higher realms of reality, Orsen and Crimson were having a chat. A place where time had fallen into irrelevancy, she came to master her skills with the aid of Orsen who tutored her like a parent. The power of horrors slowly wrapping around her fingers.
As much as she would have liked to enjoy her progress, Orsen's words shattered her veil of glee. She had asked for any means and all were met with none. "Why did he choose to spare you?" Orsen paused for a second, as if unsure of the answer herself. "He claims entertainment but I'm sure there is more to it than that. But then again with Solon it could be true."
A vague answer that made her grit her teeth. Crimson had already started to siphon blood out of the weaker horrors that resided in the plane that they were in. "Are there any other planes?" Orsen let out a defeated laughter. "You really think that I haven't tried."
*Snap*
The scenery of a collapsed horror switched in an instant and replaced with flickers of stars gleaming beneath their feet. The firmament above them an awry white oblivion. "This is the end of all strength. No higher beings exist above this plane and the stars below pantheons of civilizations regarded by those weaker as gods."
"Solon made this, a place where he would have me play all kinds of games. Be it bewitch realms, shatter planes or make gods and horrors go mad." Crimson was taken aback with what she saw, her mind unraveling at the sights of eyes that gazed at her and Orsen.
"You'll get used to those, just take you time here before we head back." Orsen finished off however another figure graced this plane. The Pale Sovereign himself. Crimson's figure rippled in his presence, his starry composition a dream far too familiar to her.
Her flesh melted exposing her tendons that faded into obscurity as she her being was now synthesised of dark blood, each glimmer promising immortality. As for Orsen, she had a similar composition to Jarren however rather than a dreamy haze, her existence rippled with an unreal coldness making Crimson wonder whether it was the same being.
"Solon." Her voice flat as the two glances at each other. "Orsen.." Looking to the side, he noted Crimson who felt out of place. "Crimson, it's nice to see you again. Or are you going to start plotting my demise?" A taunt Orsen was far too familiar with. "...N-No- I wouldn't bother..."
Orsen let out a sigh. "You don't have to scare her like that. After all you might make me reconsider picking a plaything for you." His figure warped now replaced with flesh and tendons. Human once more. "Okay fine you win." His tone warmed down making Orsen's to loosen up. Despite how long she knew him, a subconscious fear always lurked within her being of him.
"She'll be ready to be your horror killing thing soon. As for Clomere, I'm still not bought that you want to establish a relationship with her." Her eyes narrowed into slits as her mortal flesh came into view. The two bathed in jet black hair, starry eyes and ethereal temperaments.
As for Crimson who was more of an observer couldn't help but note how similar the two were. "Well the more I've thought about it I realized how bad I've been treating you so I chose Clomere as an experiment to test with. See if I can spark a relationship with her then to transfer to you."
Degrading, nothing new to her but the message definitely was. "Why would you want to associate yourself with me? Try to connect with me?" So far he had done nothing but play and taunt her for all of eternity and now out of the blue he started to care for her. It felt way too absurd to for him.
"I've looked at these mortals, seen how they connect and couldn't help but wonder whether if I could do the same. Crimson however was meant to be my replacement for a bit." The more Orsen heard it the more skeptical she grew and he understood it. "But I'm not forcing you to play, just letting you choose."
Orsen's gaze never left his gaze, taking every inch of his face for any slip ups. "You just raped some bitch and you want me to believe you?!" Jarren didn't bother deflecting. "Have you met me? How am I suppose to pass time?" Sure she knew his true nature, sadistic and cruel were some of the few words that could surmise him.
"Thee Pale Sovereign ready for a human connection? Well since you're so ready for this then I'll offer a set of terms. Once you engage with me you'll be loyal to me alone. Be my plaything. No stuffing other whores with you shaft every day or so. Also I want somewhere I think is suitable."
Crimson was baffled with Orsen's wording failing to think that as a person who lurked with Solon that she would fall into his clutches. As for Orsen, the set of terms were nothing more of a deterrence to expose his guise of a human relationship. "Provided you keep yourself exclusive to me then I'll take you deal."
Orsen's smile faltered, take aback with his agreement to her terms. "... You agree?" It wasn't just her but Crimson as well. Orsen had nonstop been telling her about the atrocities Solon had done and here she was asking for him to be on a leash. "Why wouldn't I?" He stated flatly further making Orsen reconsider.
"I'll... think about it for now. But for now, you'll have to tone down your promiscuous behavior." She urged only to be met with a smirk. "If celibacy is what you want, then that would mean you've agreed." With her lips pursed, her existence ceased to exist in the white oblivion leaving Crimson and Jarren alone.
She felt his gaze, playful akin to the time before she met him. "I never thought that my client at the time would be a horror however are you serious with me replacing you? I don't think that I can replace you power wise."