Re: Mirchie's re-purposed spot of ground area.
And to save on making more threads than necessary, I'mma post my stories here too. Soooooo... To begin with, one that I just finished and haven't properly checked, but basically some backstory for Mirchell in DG. Prelim to it is that she and her brother were plotting against their father, got discovered, now fight to the fuck because yay. Disclaimers being uhhh... Some gore smattered about, some of it in the middle of the smut bits, but yeah.
Crimson Queen: Beginnings
The sky was dimming, though that could only be attributed to the tattered drapes that hung from the rooftops changing their direction, flapping in such a way that they cast long, waving shadows over the ground. Below the battered old building though, that was rather difficult to see. Dust swirled on the wind around the outside, scraping past another layer of the fading white stone, pitted and scored by countless years in the barren, exposed landscape. The building was tall, and circular, and roofless. The only cover from the piercing aurora that lit up the otherwise blank skies were the tattered old flags and drapes that might once have portrayed something significant. No longer. Disuse had rendered them as little more than reminders of what glory this place might have held before. The centrepiece of the building grounds was a blank stretch of dirty red ground, dust and sand building around the edges, while benches arose around the arena floor, going higher and higher towards the top of the building. Hallways led up from the ground, archways covering the entrances and exits, while an overhanging construction with stone chairs rested centrepiece. At ninety degrees from this, two rusted, battered portcullis lay shut and dormant. Through these, ramps descended into the bowels of the arena, where the light of the aurora never penetrated. Cells lined the dark, dry passages, though only two were currently occupied.
At opposite ends of the dungeons from one another, two demons lay, one male and one female. Both had been down there for days. Their cells were locked, leaving them in complete darkness, only the lights which emanated from their eyes indicating anything was there at all. There was a bracket on the wall where a lamp would be hung, though neither was currently lit. In the male’s cell, a pair of pale, eerily blue lights swung about, illuminating their surroundings. He was not the tallest, perhaps 5’8” at a stretch, and neither was he particularly heavily built. His face handsome, though pinched and hungry. Two short stubs that were on their way to becoming full horns protruded from his forehead, while tapered ears about three inches long rose out of his shaggy, dark auburn hair. It came down past his shoulders, extremely rough-cut and thick, rather like a mane, especially when one counted the equally scruffy stubble which covered his chin.
He wore a ragged, torn shirt over his pale skin, though his trousers were discarded in the corner of the room, leaving the demon nude from the waist down. A long, flexible tail sprouted from the base of his spine, a creamy colour, though it had no definable tip, simply tapering into nothingness, about the length of his leg. The cell smelt of musk and female arousal, the lantern holder still smoking slightly from the last visitors to his cell. Succubi, mostly demons of low birth, though a few of equal or higher too, had come to feed on him over the past few days, denying him any of their own souls. Half-starved, and weak from imprisonment, he had been unable to even try and force his way into taking a portion for himself. By now, he looked rather bedraggled, thin and weak, his eyes gleaming lustily as he paced his cell, flexing his long, claw-tipped fingers, desperate to supply his own spiritual hunger.
Over at the far side of the dungeons, his sister rested. The demoness was taller than her brother, by a considerable margin. 6’3”, and still seemed to be growing. Her skin was an even paler shade than her brothers, seeming almost to gleam in the semi-darkness, though her cell was somewhat lighter than her brothers, due to the intensity of her eyes. Compared to his icy blue, the sister’s gaze was a fearsome crimson, blazing in hate and hunger as she strode the room, occasionally hollering in ravenous fury as she slammed herself against the door to no avail, only succeeding in rattling the reinforced door, and hurting her shoulder or leg. Her hair would be the purest white when clean, but not now. Dust and dirt marred the colour, while dried seed stuck the white locks of hair into clumps. It was not quite as long as her brothers, perhaps coming to the base of her neck, though that was the only thing about her that was smaller. Her tapered ears were at least five inches long each, flicking slightly as she listened to the echoes of her own screams rattling through the halls. Two long, fully-fledged horns sprouted from her skull, just in her fringe so that the skin break would be hidden from immediate view. They arched downwards for an inch or so, before sharply curving, and heading straight up, ending in vicious, gleaming points. Her canines were rather large, larger than normal at least, and sharpened to points as well.
The albino lacked her brother’s claws, but she made up for it in a more muscular build. Her shoulders were large, but not grotesquely so, and should she calm down, and clean herself, she might be pretty. As it stood, the demoness was naked, her clothes in scraps about the cell, which stank to high heaven of semen. The demonic spunk was dried onto a good portion of her body, though some of it was fresh, and still running over her arms, ample breasts, and down her legs from both her entrances. From her back, a pair of wings sprouted, though they were not yet fully formed. Batlike in construction, they might have served to lift a smaller demon from the ground, but they were nowhere near large enough to do anything more than slow a fall for the hulking albino. Much like her brother, she had been trapped here for days, being fed upon almost constantly by gangs of demons. Unlike her brother though, she had continued fighting for a far longer time, and the would-be-rapists had been beaten back bloody once. After that, they started bringing magi or weapons to suppress the demoness first, to which she succumbed quickly, starving and weak as she was. Even if she was fully satiated, she would not have stood much of a chance beyond the first group anyway, whom had expected her to be docile and obedient.
Brother and sister, similar by demonic standards by their bodies, were very different in that regard. When the trio of demonic knight’s had burst into the young demon’s hideaway, he had surrendered after being disarmed by the superior Knight’s. She, however, despite being vastly outskilled and outnumbered, fought viciously, maiming one of the Knight’s arms before she was finally clubbed into submission. A half plate and robe with a simple sword was little to compare against a suit of Darksteel with accompanying weapon, regardless of size difference, which admittedly was not much between the fledgling demoness and the veteran Knights.
Their plan had been a good one. Their father had been planning for a long time to seize parts of the neighbouring Lord’s lands and people, and they had every faith in his plan succeeding. They had rather hoped though, that he would turn a blind eye to his own people in the meantime. It had been nearly time for the plan to be put into action, they would lead their father away from the battlefield, having coerced a few demons within the opposing Lord’s defences to act as bait and an excuse for the siblings to get their father away from his main defences. Confident they were in their ability to overpower him together, the brother an expert spell weaver, while the sister’s ferocity and brute strength would hopefully be able to match their father, at least for a few moments. How he had learnt of their plan was a mystery to them both. Both suspected the other, naturally.
Howling again, the albino female flung herself at the door, rattling it on it’s hinges, before the naked she-demon fell backwards, panting for breath as she fell to her knees, long black tail flicking out behind her back lazily, tipped off with a spade-shape, which she had a long while ago perfected the art of manipulating her natural shape-shifting ability into localisation, turning from soft and safe to hard and razor sharp. The echoes of her fury resonated down the corridors eerily, and the albino huffed, coughing and wiping her mouth, tasting salty spunk on her lips and hand. They had been fed and watered, but only by the mortal definition of such. It kept their bodies healthy, but their spirits were starved, and it was affecting their minds as a result.
Both demons, male and female, heard the clanking doors at the same time, and the sound of metal clad feed beating down the stairs. The brother sulked, drawing his arms about his barely-clad torso briefly, shivering slightly, while the exhausted sister merely growled bestially, getting up to her knees, placing one hand against the wall as she forced herself to her bare feet. The armoured guards split, some approaching each of their cells, and as they got close enough to hear the individuals through their cell doors, both siblings reacted differently. The brother drew himself up to his full height, adopting a noble posture and expression, or as good as one as he could while his nature and spiritual starvation drew him back, but he did his utmost to keep himself in check, as difficult as it was. He was still highborn, and would not lower himself. Would not… His thoughts trailed off as the cell door clattered open, revealing a pair of demonic knights, dark-skinned females both with flowing long hair, though the rest of their bodies were clad in Darksteel. One with a crimson ponytail, the other blonde but loose, and both grim-faced. The redhead held a pair of faintly-glowing cuffs, and the brother grimaced, before nodding. They did not speak, and so neither did he, simply holding his hands out for the magic-suppression cuffs to be clipped onto his wrists, and then they led him away.
The sister, on the other hand, was greeted by three hulking demons, one female and two male, as her cell door opened, and she hissed aggressively at them, near-feral from her hunger and anger. As she made to jump at them though, the female stretched out her hand, and bolts of arcane lightning arched from her Darksteel-clad fingertips, causing the naked albino to howl in pain, thrashing about as she fell to the floor, twitching and screeching as her own hands were cuffed behind her back, despite the pitiful flapping of her half-formed wings and her lashing legs. Unable to shape shift, and too hungry to cast magic, the hulking demoness was dragged kicking through the corridors, each sibling taken to a different exit from the dungeons.
Soon, both brother and sister were shoved into the entrance hall, staring out through the rusted portcullis to the dusty, but brightly lit arena, enough to cause both to wince, and be temporarily blinded, which the Knight’s took advantage of to strip both demons of their cuffs. Even as the albino rounded about in anger, a heavy Darksteel gauntlet knocked her back down to her knees, coughing as her tail drooped limply down between her bare legs. Across the arena, the brother simply lifted his arm to shield his eyes, and looked around, just in time to find the blonde Knight pressing him back against the wall, and his arms and legs twitched and shuddered, blood rushing to his groin as he felt part of the fullblood’s essence flowing into him, causing his glowing blue eyes to roll. Half-finished memories with no context to pin them to flooded into his mind, and when the blonde pulled back, the half-starved demon collapsed to his knees, panting even as the two Knight’s turned to leave. The doors slammed shut, and the two siblings were left alone.
For a few moments, all was quiet, until with a shuddering, ear-splitting screeching sound, the rusted portcullis began to raise, causing both demons to wince in pain, slamming their hands over their long, tapered ears. The albino was the first to stagger out onto the hot, red earth outside, falling to her knees and grimacing as the portcullis slid all the way home, and with a final jarring thud, fell quiet. After another few moments, both brother and sister stood upright once more, he flexing his newly energetic fingers, knowing well the likely meaning of the Knight gifting him some of her energy, while she twisted about, growling ferally as she looked for an opponent.
All of a sudden, a deep voice boomed out across the arena, and both siblings looked up at the sound of their father, speaking from the platform, flanked by a pair of demonic Knights. “Mirchell, Tarnil, it has been too long.” he began, to which his daughter Mirchell screeched in fury, her half-formed wings flapping and her tail whipping about angrily. Tarnil at the other end of the arena glared coldly at his father, before he turned to look at his furious sister, perhaps a hundred feet away. He crossed his arms over his ragged shirt, pursing his lips as he looked back up at his father. Lord Albaque smirked above his two offspring, his gaze wandering first to the naked, cumstained body of his daughter, scowling in disgust before his gaze turned to his calmer son, their eyes the same cold blue colour, and he nodded, receiving the gesture of respect in return. “I am sure you know why you are both here.” the Lord added, glancing back at his raging daughter before finishing off. “One of you may feed, the other may suffer. By your leave.” he finished saying, his voice calm, but carrying easily throughout the whole arena floor.
Mirchell span on the spot in the dusty ground, her fearsome red eyes blazing brightly as she stared about the arena, spying her brother, before she looked back up to Lord Albaque. She snarled viciously, spittle flying from the albino’s lips as she did so. “Monster! Monsteeeeeeeerrr!” she screeched out, long ears standing upright, and her half-formed wings spreading out behind her back, stretching as if trying to catch the wind. Up above the furious, starving demoness, her father simply smirked, and waved a hand down at her. “Call me what you will beast, I would hurry if you wish to feed.” he mused, before stepping backwards, and he settled himself into the large stone chair, layered with soft fabrics, and he smirked as he gazed down into the arena, watching his offspring.
Tarnil frowned deeply, gazing across at his naked sister. Revitalised by the Knight’s offering of energy, he inhaled a deep breath of the dry, dusty air, filling his lungs while his glowing blue eyes closed for a brief moment, Mirchell was clearly too busy ranting and screaming to attack him just yet. The air crackled briefly, and then his features darkened. The demon opened his eyes again, a faint sheen of blue mist escaping his eyes as he began to stride forwards. The energy had temporarily blunted the edge of his incredibly hunger, and lifted the haze from his eyes. He could see his sister properly now, and though every instinct in his body wanted to run at the naked demoness, he restrained himself. He had grown up alongside, fought with and against, and both raped and loved his sister in equal amounts through the passage of time, and had the same in reverse. He knew her well, and he knew more than well enough that once she got close enough, she would be more than capable of overpowering him. That though, did not take a genius to figure. The albino was huge and feral, half a foot taller than him, and he very much doubted that she had been fed as he had.
And indeed the naked female had not, and her father’s lack of responses now drove her to finally turn her attention away from him, and towards her brother, striding across the sands. She growled in the back of her throat, a low, threatening rumble as her fiery eyes blazed in the dimly-lit arena, the aurora did not penetrate so well past the high walls. She crouched down briefly, still growling as her knees bent, watching her brother approach. Days of being fed off of had torn down the barriers of sanity, and thinking in a straight line was an intensely difficult task. So she didn’t bother, and with a venomous howl, Mirchell sprang forwards, her long tail whipping about in the air behind her as she sprinted forwards.
Tarnil grimaced, and took a deep breath once more as his sister charged, waiting for a few moments before he drew his hand back, pulling upon the power that he had been supplied. Little sparks of electricity coiled around his clawed fingers, and when Mirchell was barely twenty feet away, he launched his hand forwards. Unlike his sister, he wasted no breath on howling, the only sound that escaped him was a low grunt as he thrust his palm forwards. Brilliant blue bolts of arcane lightning crackled from his fingertips, slamming straight into his charging sister’s bare chest. She screamed in the pain, though it did little more than stagger the feral demon. That though, was enough to give her brother chance to dodge, leaping lithely to the side as the hulking albino charged past him. He crouched, dust rising up in a puff as he slammed his feet back against the ground, long, pale tail swishing briefly. Both hands he drew behind his back, calling deeper upon his reserves as Mirchell came about once again, much like a bull, and he regarded her as little more at the moment. He knew well the fragile state of his sister’s mind, and starvation and humiliation were powerful tools against one such as herself, and he had no doubt that humiliation had been given to her plentifully.
Mirchell’s half-formed wings drooped slightly as she skidded past her brother, panting for breath as she wheeled about, stomping her bare feet into the dusty ground. She panted for breath, giving Tarnil a few moments to prepare himself through her own need to pause, before the albino reared up to her full height, bellowing in rage as her arms flashed out. Sparks of felflame flew from her fingertips, though she was far too starved to call upon any real magic, before the crazed demoness lowered herself slightly, long horns glinting in the dim light, before she charged once more. The straight lines she took though, proved to be far too easy a target for her brother. Tarnil’s next bolt of arcane lightning struck Mirchell’s right knee, and she screeched in pain as her balance was torn away, and the albino crashed to the floor, throwing up a long plume of red dust as she rolled and tumbled, partly crushing her fledgling wings beneath her hardly inconsiderable weight.
The shaggy male panted though, wiping the back of his hand over his brow as sweat beaded upon his pale skin. He had not been given a huge amount of energy, and he could not afford to toy with his sister. Feral and crazed she might be, but she was a brute, strong and tough, and he wanted to have enough energy left to feed off of her while suppressing her own attempts to do the same against him. He stepped forwards then, grimacing as he watched his pained sister, a brief pang of sorrow striking at his heartstrings, though the demon quickly pushed that away, he knew well that his sister would feel nothing the same. The naked albino was struggling to her feet already, grimacing as the pale flesh about her knee cracked, partly charred by her brother’s attack, and bright blood spilled out from the damaged skin. With a surge of effort though, the albino jumped back to her feet, bellowing in fury once more as she rounded upon the insignificant, small form of her scruffy brother. That was as far as the notion got, however, before a bright flash burst in front of her eyes, and the albino wheeled around again, howling in pain as her vision was stolen away, leaving only white blurs and superimposed images of her brother’s raised hand.
Tarnil smirked slightly, smacking his lips as he watched the effect his flash had upon his bulky sister, and he swiftly moved in, sparks crackling around his clawed hand once more as the demon bunched it into a fist, before slamming it into his sister’s stomach, discharging the arcane electricity into her body, and causing Mirchell to drop to her knees, wheezing and clutching at her pale belly now. This close, the smell of male musk was rather strong about his sister’s nude body, and he could not help but grimace it, even as the blood rushed to his groin. Taking advantage of her weakened state, Tarnil raised one leg, and then slammed his bare foot down against the side of Mirchell’s head. At least the motion lessened the racket his sister was making somewhat, and she whimpered in pain as she fell to the floor, rolling onto her back.
Satisfied that she was, at least temporarily, beaten, Tarnil nodded, looking briefly up at the podium, where his father sat impassively watching, flanked by his Knight’s. He knew that he stood no chance there, the Knight’s would have him broken into submission before he could cast a spell, most likely. So instead, the shaggy-haired male turned his attention back to his sister, clutching at her belly and eyes as she tried to ease the blinded sensation. Taking advantage of her defencelessness, Tarnil grabbed at the albino’s hips, and twisted her about so that she lay upon her front. The albino’s legs kicked out helplessly, and she whined in a most piteous tone as he did so, and even more as he pulled her hips up into the air, eyeing up his sister’s large curves. He frowned briefly, questioning himself, but swiftly put such thoughts down. He hardly had a huge amount of choice otherwise. Feed or be fed upon, and he had had quite enough of the latter. So instead the shaggy-haired male forced Mirchell’s legs open, grimacing at the distressed screech that she gave out, but another quick jolt of arcane electricity nullified her resistances, turning Mirchell to quivering jelly in his hands. He could feel that his own supplies were dangerously low though, and he couldn’t really risk more spell casting for now.
Instead, Tarnil settled himself between the albino’s legs, panting for breath as he grabbed at himself, guiding his by-now fully stiff member up towards his sister’s already sticky flower, the scent of musk hanging all the more heavily around her rear and legs, and he could feel the previous occupants mark as his shaft pressed against her slit. The blindness in Mirchell’s eyes was fading now though, and she turned her hazy, white-touched gaze back to her brother, a brief expression of dismay crossing her features, before the fiercely glowing red eyes crossed over one another, and her lips parted silently as he thrust home.
Instinctively, as she felt the cock slamming between her folds, the demoness reached out, eager to feed upon her brother, but that proved impossible, he still had enough willpower to suppress her own starved consciousness. The brief moment of silence the occupants of the arena had enjoyed was cut short, as Mirchell howled once again, her body and her feral will at odds and keeping her in place, on all fours as her brother began to rape her. Angrily, the demoness swung a clenched fist backwards, but the angle was off, and Tarnil easily caught his sister’s fight, twisting her wrist cruelly and causing the albino to screech in pain once again, rearing up on her knees, causing her bare breasts to bounce in the dim light. She could feel her soul beginning to drain again, and the notion both infuriated and distressed her in equal measure. This was her pathetic, weakling brother! But not so pathetic, it seemed, as he was seemingly having no trouble twisting her arm behind her back and against her fledgling wings, even as his hips rammed upwards, manhood burrowing deeply into her slit, feeding on the scraps of her own essence as they slipped between her metaphorical fingers.
Mirchell’s second fist swung backwards now, and she grimaced in satisfaction as this one connected, Tarnil too slow to block her, and the smack across his cheek made her brother bend down, grimacing as he clung grimly onto his sister’s bare, milky hip with one hand, the other twisting her left arm behind her back. He spat to the side, blood spattering onto the sand, but he refused to back down, pushing forwards to force his sister back onto all fours as he knelt upright, continuing to roughly slam his hips against Mirchell’s own, growing stronger by the second as he fed upon her diminished soul.
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