A Tip of the Hat- to Burned Pineapple for his kind permission for me to plagiarize a portion of his first Umbra story.Read More...
“Prisoner Arawn!” spoke one alluring blonde haired succubus, from outside his barred cell, “Why do you refuse to allow yourself the opportunity? Come! Join us! It’s lonely enough here without a virile male to keep us both company!”Read More...
Tia found herself shocked beyond comprehension, when she realized that the Tentacle-Things that had molested Winnie the Gremlin to within an inch of her life, were now seemingly ‘flirting’ with Arawn!Read More...
Tia escorted him to the Charge of Quarters office. There, upon nearly entering, Arawn froze up for a moment, and then slowly entered the office. The reason he froze was that there was a brunette haired, blue-skinned demon officer in charge of admissions.
“Hello Corporal Tia,” she smiled sweetly as Tia entered her office. But that smile of hers widened considerably when she Arawn enter.
“Why Hello, Sweet-meat!” she positively gushed, as she stood up from her parchment covered desk. She then scuttled over to greet him. After she got well into his personal space, she grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously. All the while pressing her oversized breasts against him.
Tia, noticed at that moment that Arawn’s skin color had paled considerably at this interaction.
Jenna, decided that she had just about enough of listening to Helvetia clicking one of her eight spider leg tips endlessly on the stone floor.
While the sound of it had started out as unobtrusive as a first day recruit. In the last half-hour it had graduated, with honors, to a gut churning level of obnoxious distraction
“You must stay, so that you will become my Husband!” Nalla frowned at me then, releasing my leg long enough to place her fists on her hips.Read More...
“How is it, that you were able to understand her, Majin Arawn?” asked Victoria.
“It is quite simple, your Highness. A long time ago, I learned to speak Baby.”
“That’s preposterous Arawn, babies don’t speak.” She claimed, with her own Mother looking dubiously over her shoulder at me.
“Well then, let me give you a demonstration your Highness.” I then turned and addressed her baby. After a few interchanges, I came up with a suitable reply.
“According to your daughter, the reason why she doesn’t like to feed immediately after you bathe, is that the soap you use is overly spicy.”
The Great Maou, (thankfully) chose to change her line of query.
“Earlier you said you were created. Does that mean you were not … ‘born’?”
‘Thank you,’ I thought to myself. “I was born in the concept of being a creation yes. But I also know that is not what you mean.”
I leaned back to one side. “I am assuming that you mean ‘born’ as in the ‘old fashioned way’: carried inside a woman for several months?”
“Then no,” I mused half to myself, “I was not ‘born’ in that manner. I think I can guess what your next question will be. So, to save time, I will answer it as well. I was ‘born’ fairly much as you see me now; fully functional as an adult, physically at least.” Looking up I noticed that my answer seemed to have left her outraged.
“Then you never had a mother or a father? Someone to cling to, or care for you as you matured?” she asked incredulous.
“I was already grown up physically.” I said defensively, feeling a bit insulted. “My designers felt that there was no need for parental units since we came out as fully grown. I think what you are about to ask next is: came out of what?”
The Great Maou nodded shakily.
“For lack of a better term, an Alembic.”
My hackles rise as I comprehend my situation: ‘I am confined. I HATE being confined!’, my control over my emotions begins to falter as that child-thing approaches me relentlessly. I find myself involuntarily stepping backwards in consternation.
Observing my action, she smiles lewdly, enjoying my discomfort. She seems to deliberately stomp her hooves louder as she steps ever closer. My smile has long vanished, replaced with a snarl.
The closer she gets, the more my attention is drawn to her finer details. I can see that she has but three fingers along with a thumb on each of her oversized hands/paws? Lace garter stockings combined with a strip of a halter that just barely covers her nipples. On an adult female, such accoutrements would have intrigued me. But I find it beyond revolting on this mockery of a woman.
Finally, she stops just outside the innermost circle. She continues looking over my near naked form as if I am slab of meat, her pupils lingering over select portions of my anatomy. Her mouth opens and I see her tongue blep out for several seconds as her gaze fixates on my loincloth. Bile rises in my throat in response,.
Her gaze tells me that I am nothing more than a commodity to her. I sense that she would not hesitate for an instant to turn me into a plaything if given half a chance.
“Here on the Chaos, Upper Left, Board for each player there are ten Servitors also known as Shoggoth. They serve as the boards Pawns. Two Mind Flayers as Rooks, two Night Gaunts as Knights, two Mi-Go as Priests, and two Yith as Merchants. Finally, we have one Cthulhu as King and one Cthylla as Queen.”
“Wait!” said Yasu with a triumphant smile. “If the Shoggoth are referred to as servitors then this set must be truly old.”
“You are correct Yasu. This one fact alone gives us an indication of just how truly ancient this set is.”Read More...