Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Small Request ❯ Chapter 1

Begone! Cease & desist! Do not read further!

 

Danger Will Robinson, danger! I sense porn ahead!

 

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What you're still reading?

 

Eh, it's your wittle-ity mind I'm warping anyways.

 

Carry on.

 

Don't worrying about mythos or myths or anything. This just for fun. Sit back and let it wash over you.

 

Oh yeah and this is only part one.

 

HA!

 

And by the way if you want to see what this guy looks like, go here:

 

http://keytobias5.deviantart.com/art/Deviant-ID-122976383

 

~Toby

 

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The Dark One finds he enjoys this best of his position, besides the obvious rewards of course. He walks amongst his realm, enjoying the sight of his loyal followers enjoying his allowances. It is a holiday, and a special one at that. One he has decreed simply as the day of Awakening. None know its true significance but most suspect. The day their Lord shed his mortality and became as he was. A god of duality, made from black obsidian rock but flesh a soft as silk. Blazing red eyes but kind and fond words. Human in every aspect, including his light brown hair. He wore black slacks, black boots and white silken shirt and red cloak with hood.

 

The day of Awakening is a day of revelry and debauchery. But this year, as it has been for the past 1,362 years, is also a day of sadness for the Dark Lord. He pauses in his walk by the barrier, as he always does on his daily walks. The accursed barrier.

 

Over thirteen hundred years ago his brothers had declared that Orion should monitor those judged worthy of what can be called no other but Heaven. They had also declared Mobius would now pass judgment the souls.

 

Those were his rights, not theirs! Orion, who was gifted with birth, and stolen what Azathoth felt was his right. His rebirth had gifted him with those rights! Dark Lord he may be but he judged fairly! And he who after being stripped of his rights had saved Orion from his folly when he had created the abomination!

 

Azathoth snarled to himself. Orion was not solely to blame. Mobius no judged souls, souls Mobius reaped! Mobius was Death incarnate, not judge!

 

Azathoth gazed fondly at his home, separated from him by this accursed barrier that the others had erected. His home which sat at the very cross roads of the afterlife, where Mobius now sat in his very throne and passed judgment. Where Azathoth was forced to receive souls. Bah! Mobius didn't even do his job as Azathoth had! Half the souls he sent to hell were there because they had committed minor transgressions! He even sent repentant souls! Was there no forgiveness in his heart? No love of mortality?

 

He remembered a conversation with Mobius urging him to shed most of his humanity. Ha! To turn back the clock.

 

This caused his mind to wander back to another favorite topic of his. Why did they have no rule over time as Gods? Why could neither he nor the others turn back time to change what they could? Time should not affect Gods yet they all felt its passing. It was for trying to investigate this phenomenon that he had been separated. Bah!

 

“My lord?”

 

Turning his attention, Azathoth could not help but smile. Another hasty judgment by Mobius and one that pleased Azathoth immensely. Jennifer was a young woman who had committed only one grievous sin her life. She had stolen from her bank thousands of dollars to pay for an operation to save her mother's life. NO one had caught her but it's sin had marked her till her gentle passing at 92. Azathoth had gently questioned her upon her initial judgment and found her reasoning for this crime to be love. He had granted her passage to her eternity of love with her family. Then Mobius had re-judged her and everyone else he saw wanting in their paradises. She, her mother and numerous others had been cast into damnation along with Azathoth. It still saddened Azathoth he hadn't learned of the re-judgment as it was called until two hundred years after the fact. These souls had been tortured and punished for those years before Azathoth's power had restored itself from his sudden and traitorous rendering.

 

The tears he had wept when he found the fallen had sprung into a beautiful garden the fallen now resided in. A haven in hell.

 

“Ah, Jenny.” Azathoth fondness in his cold voice that only one of his favorites would recognize. “You are not partaking of the entertainment?” The woman was at her preferred age of 16, not quite her peak but how she would always be in her heart. For today's revelries she was dressed in a virginal white full slip, her long lovely brown hair in two long pigtails, and her make up accented her beautiful green eyes to make them appear large and innocent.

 

She was far from innocent of course, but now she was the very image of a young, nervous virgin. To the Dark Lord Azathoth she was a tempting treat.

 

“Not at the moment my Lord.” She paused, considering her next words. “Your sadness surrounds you, my Lord.” Jenny stated, coming up to her Lord. He raised his hood up and rested it over his head to hide his face in darkness. Only his red eyes gleamed from the shadow that now hid his face.

 

“I did not mean to ruin the festivities, I was merely pondering things.” He replied to his loyal fallen. Jennifer laughed, a musical sound. She gestured to the festival which had quickly fallen into orgies.

 

“I think no one noticed, my Lord. I only noticed because I had been seeking you out. I have a boon to ask.” she said. The Dark Lord nodded.

 

“You have not asked for many boons. I may grant it if it please me to do so.” He allowed.

 

“It is not so much for me as it is my mother.” Jennifer allowed and the Dark One raised an eyebrow. Her mother was a devoted catholic, and her cast out from heaven for accepting her daughter's money had weighed heavily upon her soul. She rarely ventured from the haven. She found it very disheartening to know she and her daughter now resided in hell for love.

 

“You're mother may ask me of any boon she wish, child.” He assured her. Jennifer flushed and he smirked. He knew she enjoyed being called that, it did so make her body tingle.

 

“You know she has never asked for a boon. Being here after her life, it makes her so weary. She has not even partaken in the Awakening festival for the past few years.” Jennifer informed him, and Azathoth frowned. Jennifer's mother was a woman he cared a great deal for. When he had been mortal, she had been alive as well. They had a wonderful relationship as mortals, and when he became a god he had watched over her and family closely. He had been pleased at their wonderful and kind souls. One of his devoted servants was to see to all of her needs until he was able to restore her. If he was slacking…

 

“What has not been given to her?” The Dark One demanded, the smell of brimstone filling the air. Jennifer's eyes widened.

 

“Oh no it's not that my Lord.” Jennifer assured him, and he calmed. “She has fallen into an even deeper depression. You have not visited in many centuries and while I understand that you have been busy fulfilling what duties remain to you since this new multiverse was acquired, my mother had been hoping that might become a, how shall I say, a close visitor like you had been?”

 

The Dark One stared at Jennifer before beginning to laugh, a deep booming laugh he had not uttered since his severing.

 

“Indeed! I had not thought of that! Your poor mother! I shall visit soon.”

 

“My Lord you are most gracious, but that is only half of my boon. MY mother has also confided with me a…scenario that she wishes for your return if it would ever happen.” Jennifer informed him, and the Dark One's eyes lit up with delight. Oh he so did love fulfilling a fantasy. And to think this woman was lusting over him. The corruption and passion at the mere thought made his ache for more. Jennifer was right in asking for this as a boon. He had to be willing to grant this fantasy.

 

“I will grant this boon, now tell me of it.” He ordered.

 

Jennifer leans up to whisper in his ear, her hand tugging at his robe. He normally would have sent anyone for hellish punishment for touching him in such a fashion without permission, but it was Jennifer. Leaning down, he listened to her soft voice whisper in his ear. Others had gathered at the Dark Lord's laughter and were watching and trying to listen with interest. This meeting was taking place publicly after all. After listening to fantasy of the mother of one of his most devoted her pulled back and smirked down at her.

 

“It shall be done. Tell your mother that no matter what happens between the hours of 11 tonight and dawn that nothing that happens to her will be done in malice. All shall be done according to my will and my will alone.” He informs her. Jennifer bowed low.

 

“You are very generous my Lord, but now if I may ask of a boon for myself?” Jennifer begged and the Dark Lord narrowed his eyes.

 

“You are being most greedy tonight, child.” He snarled and delighted in her lustful shiver from his wording. “But your request for your mother has pleased us. Tell us of your boon.”

 

“As you see I have dressed in the finest virgin white I could imagine. I gave it to another in my mortal life that did not deserve it. I wish to relive that moment, but with you my Lord.” Jennifer begged. The Dark Lord rubbed his chin, pretending to consider when he had already decided. Indeed he had decided when he first saw her tonight.

 

“Tell your mother when you return home tomorrow that tomorrow night from 11 to dawn that my will shall be done.” He responded loftily. Jennifer's eyes widened before she smiled widely, moving to bow again. He stopped her when he reached out to grasp her chin. His power filled her and restored her body to that pure state. Then he leaned down to kiss her.

 

Jenny moaned into the kiss and wrapped her trembling arms around her Lord. When he finished ravaging her mouth, he pulled back, transporting them in a plume of hellfire into his own manor in haven. They were in his bedroom with a large four post made of dark mahogany. The carpets were a lush black with black stone wall. The fireplace, made of white marble, roared eternally, warming the chilled room and providing the only light in the room besides torches that hung lit in ever corner. As Jennifer turned to admire the bed where she would be deflowered again, the Dark Lord cupped her breasts from behind, feeling her full c-cups rest in his hands.

 

“Tell me what you want my dear.” He whispered in her ear, nuzzling her from behind. Jenny moaned and clutched at his hands. “You want me, you have me, but I know you want something else from me. Tell me.”

 

“I-I…” Jennifer tried to get out her deepest fantasy, but the Dark Lord was making it difficult. He was gently kneading her breasts, his finger tips gently caressing her nipples threw her slip. His lips nibbled at her neck.

 

“Speak.” He whispered harshly, his right hand slipping from a breast down to caress her pussy. He smirked as he felt proof that she was only wearing panties under this slip.

 

“Th-th-the Devil!” Jenny moaned bucking in his arms. The Dark Lord chuckled in her ear. Like her mother she had been raised a devote catholic so to her this was the ultimate dark fantasy. Her virginity taken by the Devil? Well he was that, and he had been an angel before he was stripped…

 

He banished those thoughts. Now was for him and Jennifer, and them alone.

 

“Done.” He whispered and gently let go, peeling himself away from her back. Jennifer shiver at the loss of his warm body heat, and rubbed her arms. Her eyes widened as the torches went out, the last being the fireplace. Soon, candles lit around the bed surrounding it in a soft light. Due to total darkness and colors of the room, it was as if the bed floated in eternal darkness.

 

“Do you like it?” came the Dark Lord's voice from beside the bed. He stepped from the darkness into the soft light. Jennifer could resist moaning at the sight of him. His body was still the same black obsidian, but his hair was gone, and on his forehead were two large black horns that curled back and over his head halfway back. His fingers no longer ended like a humans but now were slight claws, and when he smiled showing his teeth, they were no longer human but all canines, nothing blunt, all meant for tearing and ripping flesh. He was also completely naked.

 

“Yes, my Lord.” Jennifer whispered. The Dark Lord beckoned her to him.

 

“Feel free to act how you wish, my dear.” He responded, adopting a lower snarl to his voice. It made her shiver. “You will not leave here until I have had you!” With that statement he lunged out for her. Giving into her own fantasy, Jennifer shrieked and turned, running into the endless darkness. She ran threw the darkness and headed fort the only light she could see. Within moments she was right next to the bed!

 

“All roads lead to Hell my dear.” Her satanic lover growled from behind her. Gasping, she whirled around to be caught in the clutches of her demon lover. He clutched her by her arms, and began sniffing her hair like an animal. She shivered just before he thrust her upon the foot of the bed.

 

“You are mine now girl!” he snarled, pinning her by the throat to the bed with his left hand. The hand did not choke her, merely held her in place. Jennifer shivered as the right index claw of the demon traced down from her cheek to her throat, and then down to edge of her skip that rest on her breasts. It caught on the material before continuing its journey, but cutting the slip down the middle between her breasts until in reach the bottom, slicing it open. He nudged it open to reveal her body, her heaving breast and white panty clad cunt. He smirked at her and leaned his head down to lavish attention to her breast. Jennifer moaned under her demon lover as he planted kisses all over her bosom. She let out a squeak of pleasant surprised as she felt a serpent like tongue lick and caress her nipples. He looked up at her and flicked it out at her before laughing in demonic glee. He resumed his attention her chest and continued her tortuous pleasure. Jennifer whimpered as his right hand slid down her side, before gently slitting her panties off of her. He stopped his lavishing of her breasts to gaze upon her pussy.

 

Her cunt was perfectly and neatly trimmed, framing it in light brown hair. The lips were swollen and wet with her arousal. Her demonic lover chuckled to himself, and lowered his head to plant kisses down her stomach to her pussy. He did not continue his exploration with his mouth however and began tracing the edges of her pussy lips with his right index. Jennifer moaned weakly as he continued his tortuous exploration of her pussy. She began to whimper as the tip of his claw began to coax and then tease her clit. He listened to her whimpers and cries become more and more urgent, and just before he sent her careening over the edge her stopped. Looking at her face he saw her gaze of wanton lust and urgent need.

 

“You make beautiful music, child.” He teased. He raised himself up to his knees beside her on the bed and removed his left hand from around her neck. He presented her with his demonic cock and smirked. “Now pleasure me girl, if you're up to the task.”

 

Jennifer's beautiful face scowled at him at the blatant challenge. Rising up and just a bit angry at being left at the edge, she sat up and moved to her hands and knees. She crawled over to him where he sat and gently reached out to take a hold of the devil's cock. He hissed as she began gently caressing it. She leaned down to give it a tentative lick, much to her dark master's pleasure. She began placing kisses along it before eventually taking the tip into her mouth. The demon then rested his hands on the girls' head, holding onto her girlish pigtails. Jennifer began to move slowly up and down on the demon's cock, running her tongue along the underside as her head bobbed. Soon her demonic master was encouraging her to go faster and faster. She did her best to comply with the pressure on her pigtails, sucking and slurping faster. Soon her snarled, and rammed his cock fully into her mouth, making her gag as he clutched her head to his crotch as his demonic cock exploded, filling her mouth and throat with cum.

 

“Swallow it all, my little virgin!” The devil snarled, and Jennifer complied, swallowing the demon's seed with sinful glee. Shuddering as he finished, the demon relaxed his grip on her pigtails letting her ease back and swallow the last spurts of his cum without gagging her. When he was finished she let her dark lover out of her mouth, licking her lips.

 

“Very well done girl.” He snarled and grabbed her shoulders, shoving her onto her back, her head resting on his black silken pillows. “You deserve a reward before I take you.” With that his head dove between her soaked legs and flung them apart with his hands. Jennifer had no time to react as her demon lover began to lavish her pussy with his lips and tongue. Her eyes danced wildly in her head as she felt his serpent like tongue caress her lips before delving into her pussy. She felt it moving inside her and made her thrash on the bed. She reached down between her splayed legs to grip at him and found herself clutching his horns, one in each hand. Jennifer held onto her dark master as he ate her out. Her first orgasm came crashing from with in at the rushing of pleasure and she shrieked as she came. He gave her no time to rest, continuing to ravish her pussy with his mouth, and triggered her second orgasm as his left index claw gently began to tease her clit. He had her sobbing by now, and couldn't help the words that came out of her mouth.

 

“Please, oh please give it to me. I need your cock inside me oh please!” She had no idea if she was still playing along with her fantasy. She just needed him in her, making her his. If she wasn't already dead and her soul his she would have given it up right then and there. The Dark One smirked at her.

 

“As you wish.” He snarled and slid up her body with his. Gripping her shoulders with his hands, he aligned his renewed erection against her pussy, teasing. “If you want this tell me what I want to know.”

 

“I'm yours.” Jennifer whimpered. “My body, my soul, just take me now please!”

 

“Very good, child.” He hissed, and with one strong buried himself to the hilt in her. Jennifer was gushing with cum by now but she still felt he newly restored hymen tear deep in her. She let out a cry of pain, clenching her eyes closed, and sobbed. She felt a claw gently caress her cheek and wrenched her eyes open. For the first time since this game hand started the Dark Lord had dropped his mask of the demon devil taking her virginity. He now looked at her with concern, and his mask did not slip back into place until she kissed him in reassurance. Then her demonic lover returned.

 

“Yessssssssssss, no longer pure! Mine, all mine!” he hissed and began a slow but strong pace, fucking her with hard strokes. The first few were painful but he pain faded away for her to be replaced by the pleasure. She clutched at the black silk sheets, her head falling back as her demonic lover violated her again and again with his cock. She began to whimper and moan as she felt a large orgasm building inside her. The demon's thrusting became faster and even harder as he clutched her hips for leverage. He began to utter a low snarl with each thrust hat got louder with each thrust as each thrust got faster and harder. Jennifer flung herself up to cling to her lover, digging her fingers into his obsidian back. She silenced his snarls with a hot and feverish kiss. They broke the kiss as he raised her hips off the bed to begin pounding her pussy with all his strength. The new position began rubbing her clit and Jennifer gave in. She screamed as she came, arching her back her lover and scraping his back with her finger nails. He answered with bellowing snarl and slammed deep into spasming pussy, filling her with demonic cum. Jennifer fell back to the bed in a boneless heap, her demon lover going with her, still inside her. He rolled them over so she lay onto of him, leaving the shredded remnants of her virgin clothing, her head resting on his chest. She began running her fingers along his heaving chest and chuckled as he began to purr at the sensation.

 

She heard his horns begin to retract with low crunching sounds, and looked up and shook her head. He frowned but the horns returned. Grinning like an imp, she began to move atop her demon lover who was still softening inside her filled pussy. He smirked at her as he began to stir to hardness again. When he was hard again she began moving up and down atop him, her fingers clutching at his chest. He reached up and cupped her breast in his demonic claws, caressing and pinching. Not as long as their first coupling, it was still just as powerful, with one final thrust Jennifer tossed her head back, pigtails whipping back, and screamed out her orgasm atop her master. He bucked up and lifted her up, cumming deep into her with a roar.

 

This was the world of the so called damned. Dark lusts satisfied, inner thoughts made, fantasies from the evil inside satisfied, pact made into dark by a daughter for a mother involving their dark lover.

 

Perhaps, it is not as bad as we would think.

 

Because here in the dark, passion and love do exist.