"What have you done?" her father asked quietly, though his eyes burning with anger. "Brought demons into our house? Used magic... MAGIC... in our home!" He grabbed Keris' arm and shoved her toward her room. "Get in there," he hissed, motioning with his head for Keris' mother to go with her.
"What are you going to do, father?" Keris asked in a pleading tone, but she bit back any further comment at the glare she received. Never had she seen her father this angry. She went into her room without further comment, but once she was alone with her mother she whispered tearfully, "What... what is going to happen now?"
"Your father will deal with the... others. We will take you to Marn in the morning as planned. You will be cured of this... this curse. You must forget the lies the demon told you. Sleep... while you can." With that her mother slipped out of the room.
Keris lay on her bed and wept - guilt-ridden over what her questions and actions had caused.
In the meantime, Keris' father had stared momentarily at the closed door that housed the unwelcome guests. Then he turned and fetched a long pitchfork from the barn before returning and bursting into the room. "Be gone DEMONS!" he shouted, before realizing what he was interrupting...
A Stomp in the Woods
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Chrishton Radu
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Re: A Stomp in the Woods
"Chrish," she said to him, in her usual way.
"Niabi," he mocked in return. He then started having his way with her again, ravaging her beneath the sheets with his hands and quickly working his way to rubbing her between her legs.
By the time Keris' pitchfork wielding father arrived, Chrishton was already on top of Niabi and inside her, working away. He didn't even turn around when the door opened, planning to ignore whoever it was would have some decency and go away.
Pitfork wielding fathers bent on protecting their daughters didn't tend to go for the whole going away thing. No, they tend to use words and pitchforks in vulgar ways to defend their castle.
"Be gone DEMONS!"
Chrishton stopped his thrusting.
"Demons?" He got off of Niabi enough to turn around and see Keris' father standing there in the dim, flickering light. It took him a second to clue in to what was going on. When it dawned on him that her parents knew enough to trigger their puradynic revulsion, the sudden turn of events made sense.
"Oh, 'ere we go," came a bitterly sarcastic tone. "Now y'think we're fuckin' demons an' ya gotta kick us outta bed in th' middle o'th' night 'cause o' this fuckin' brainwashed bullshit y'got goin' on in this town."
He rolled over, taking most of the sheets with him, and groped blindly around the floor beside the bed for something to put on while he spoke. "Fine. Fuck yer 'ospitality." Clutching his underwear, which he'd finally found, he pulled his hands back under the covers to dress with them before throwing the blanket off to get to his feet. He kept one hand placed in front of his groin for reasons any man would understand.
"Dun e'en think o' usin that thing though. I'll shove it so far up yer arse y'll be shittin' blood. We done nothin' but be'ave."
"Niabi," he mocked in return. He then started having his way with her again, ravaging her beneath the sheets with his hands and quickly working his way to rubbing her between her legs.
By the time Keris' pitchfork wielding father arrived, Chrishton was already on top of Niabi and inside her, working away. He didn't even turn around when the door opened, planning to ignore whoever it was would have some decency and go away.
Pitfork wielding fathers bent on protecting their daughters didn't tend to go for the whole going away thing. No, they tend to use words and pitchforks in vulgar ways to defend their castle.
"Be gone DEMONS!"
Chrishton stopped his thrusting.
"Demons?" He got off of Niabi enough to turn around and see Keris' father standing there in the dim, flickering light. It took him a second to clue in to what was going on. When it dawned on him that her parents knew enough to trigger their puradynic revulsion, the sudden turn of events made sense.
"Oh, 'ere we go," came a bitterly sarcastic tone. "Now y'think we're fuckin' demons an' ya gotta kick us outta bed in th' middle o'th' night 'cause o' this fuckin' brainwashed bullshit y'got goin' on in this town."
He rolled over, taking most of the sheets with him, and groped blindly around the floor beside the bed for something to put on while he spoke. "Fine. Fuck yer 'ospitality." Clutching his underwear, which he'd finally found, he pulled his hands back under the covers to dress with them before throwing the blanket off to get to his feet. He kept one hand placed in front of his groin for reasons any man would understand.
"Dun e'en think o' usin that thing though. I'll shove it so far up yer arse y'll be shittin' blood. We done nothin' but be'ave."
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Re: A Stomp in the Woods
Once again she had found herself pinned on her back, and once again their small section of the man cave had been invaded by men. However unlike the last intrusion where the young female had come to share words with Christ, this time she had brought back others with her.
Though she could not understand their words, Niabi could clearly understand the looks on their faces and the way the male held some sort of weird looking branch in his hand. He meant to kill them, as so many men had done to so many of her woodland friends. They would skin them and eat them and parade around their kills to the other men of their herd.
Niabi did not want to end up a fur for some man to wear around. She wanted to flee to the safety of the woods and the security of her herd, but she was trapped on her back, in a cave and she saw no way of escape. She was frightened and made no attempt at trying to hide it. Her eyes moved from one man to the next and back again. She felt cornered. Her chest hurt as she took in each breath quicker than the next.
The strange fur thing that had been covering her had been pulled away as Chrish moved closer to the men. The way the thing had moved across her skin, exposing her nudity to the dimly lit cave, made her shiver.
She did not know where her furs had gone, being removed in her attempt to mate, but she felt that she needed them now. It was not that she felt that she needed to cover herself, for she was sure the men saw her for what she was, but she didn't want to be without her children if she was going to die.
Though she could not understand their words, Niabi could clearly understand the looks on their faces and the way the male held some sort of weird looking branch in his hand. He meant to kill them, as so many men had done to so many of her woodland friends. They would skin them and eat them and parade around their kills to the other men of their herd.
Niabi did not want to end up a fur for some man to wear around. She wanted to flee to the safety of the woods and the security of her herd, but she was trapped on her back, in a cave and she saw no way of escape. She was frightened and made no attempt at trying to hide it. Her eyes moved from one man to the next and back again. She felt cornered. Her chest hurt as she took in each breath quicker than the next.
The strange fur thing that had been covering her had been pulled away as Chrish moved closer to the men. The way the thing had moved across her skin, exposing her nudity to the dimly lit cave, made her shiver.
She did not know where her furs had gone, being removed in her attempt to mate, but she felt that she needed them now. It was not that she felt that she needed to cover herself, for she was sure the men saw her for what she was, but she didn't want to be without her children if she was going to die.
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