Going to Hell (Emeraude and Zagato)

“Princess Emeraude…”


The shaking figure on the floor lifted her head to meet my challenge, a small breath parting her lips. She looked like a small angel lying there, disheveled in her tears and prayers, and I knew I must look like a demon of the night. My face was expressionless, my voice steady. I had just defeated the pitiful “Magic Knights” and the world would undoubtedly crumble into dust. But I knew what I wanted. And I would have it. I had been denied so long…my desires…my obsession…my Emeraude… And she loved me as well, did she not? And now… now that I had won her freedom, our doom, I would give her something else in return.


“Zagato…no…now Cephiro will fall… no, please Zagato! They were to have killed me! Now our world… our world will fall…”


I ignored her babbling for the moment, just taking in the heaving of her small shoulders; the unending facets of her wide, childlike blue eyes; the barely perceived curves of her deceptively young body. She was hundreds of years old, older than I, yet her body was that of a young girl’s. With the fall of her magic, in another year or so, she would have developed into a breathtaking young woman, with lush curves and a body to withstand anything a man could desire upon her. Yet we did not have that time. We only had now.


Her willpower had failed with the defeat of the Magic Knights. It was the work of a moment to take control of her body, to cease her ineffectual struggling and set her on her feet. Yet I did not stop the tears flowing from her eyes, her pointless denial of what she wanted. I stood over her, relishing in my proximity to her, something I could not have had this openly, this brazenly, before. I was almost too afraid to begin this simple seduction, even though she could not harm me. Softly, tenderly, I pull the gossamer white nightgown from her shoulders, ignoring her trembling, and her tears. She cannot move against me, she is mine now. No longer Cephiro’s, only mine.


Slowly, painstakingly, her marble white collarbone and shoulders come into view. She shuts her eyes as if I embarrass her. Oh Emeraude… how little do you think I know you? I watched you every moment I could in the mirror pool. I know you more than you think. My breath hitches as the fabric pulls across and finally reveals her tiny breasts. A child’s breasts. Emeraude’s breasts. My breasts, now, to caress and suckle and plunder…


I halt my magic, causing the dress to sit low on her stomach, waiting for me to issue further commands. I do not pay attention to her underdeveloped mounds, so I twist and pinch her nipples. Her lips part yet she does not allow sound to issue forth. A smile ghosts across my lips as I realize she enjoys this, even though she cannot show it. I do not allow the thought that my attentions may be painful to her to cross my mind. She must enjoy this. She must. My sense of power growing, I lower my lips to her left nipple, sucking and pulling at it with my teeth. I feel vibrations from deep inside her, and even though it is just as likely it is the unborn beginnings of a scream that my magic would stop, I take it to be a moan which she once again, does not allow to leave her throat. Gods, she likes this. She loves this, the little whore. This is why she locked herself away in the water palace, her dungeon, so she wouldn’t act on her lust for me. I feel a madness enter my body, my limbs, my judgment. If she wants me…then I will let her have all she wants of me…


I break away from her harshly, ignoring the terror in her eyes, the doom I’m sure is reflected in mine. Underneath my elaborate robes I am burning, and my member demands to be fulfilled. I use my magic again, but this time, to tear away my clothes till I am standing there, naked and unafraid, in front of her. The limited amount of foreplay has already aroused me to a formidable point. Emeraude’s eyes widen-with lust, not fear- when she sees my length. Ah, how she longs for it, the little whimpers that escape her throat. I use my magic to force her to her knees. I lean in close to her, and guide my dick close to her face with my hand. She doesn’t seem to know what to do, so I use my magic to open her mouth. I flick my member across her mouth a bit to wake her up, because of course she wants this, why wouldn’t she? I then enter her tiny, wet mouth and groan, eyes flicking upwards so I miss the tears that once again, annoyingly, stream from her eyes. She is disappointingly unresponsive so I use the magic once again to force her tongue intro submission, and soon she is licking my tip and sucking hard on my massive dick. I do not thrust, as I want her to have some enjoyment. I then look down, wanting to see the beautiful young girl sucking on my cock, when I notice the tears.


It is then that the madness comes, simple and strong, too much for me to bear. The thought that she would not want this was impossible to believe. So I lost myself in my actions.


Unconsciously, I released the magic on her mouth, so that what was warm and receptive before was now simply a warm, wet hole for my dick to pound. And pound I did, holding her face in my hand, thrusting hard and fast into her mouth, grunting and straining all the while. She could do nothing but look up at me with tear-filled eyes, and for some terrible reason, that only made me hotter. After about a minute of deep-throating her, allowing her barely enough breath, her throat began to vibrate with a scream I simply did not allow to leave. It massaged my dick even further, and I picked up the pace. Faster and harder I pounded, so that even now my magic could not contain her gags and gasps. Finally, thrusting even deeper, I released, and gushed hot seed down her throat. I pulled away, after once again enacting the magic in her mouth to suck my dick clean. I step away from her, and realize that I simply cannot look at her face without coming back to my senses. I use my magic to move her, harshly this time, so that she is not longer facing me. Her head is resting in her arms, jutting her ass out into the air.


She has lived for hundreds of years. She knows what is coming.


I stand above her ass, member almost ready for a second pounding. I stroke her ass and venture downwards to her warmth and clit, and the corresponding wetness. I massage her clit with the honey from her core, and take delight in the thought that due to my magic, she cannot climax without my wanting her too. I collect her honey and spread it on her legs and her ass. My member at this point is twitching and oozing pre-cum, begging me entrance to her core. Sliding it around her clit, I eventually decide to oblige. She makes no sound as I slide into her, taking her virginity, and so I feel no guilt about her pain, and focus only on my pleasure. I thrust in and out of her, building up a steady rhythm as I reach around and maul her small breasts. I’m grunting as I thrust, and in my mind I’m allowed an image of a large dark man brutally raping a small glowing girl. The image only serves to make my dick wider, which I delight in.


Without warning, I pull out. My cock is bigger and more engorged with blood than ever before, and all around me it seems as if I can feel the world already ending. Before I die, I think. I will know the warm tightness of Princess Emeraude’s ass… I decide that I am strong enough to ignore her screams and cries. I release all the magic holding her mouth, and am immediately treated to her objections. Yet the world is ending. I am no longer affected.


I slide into her ass, more harshly perhaps, than I intended. I hear her cry out, yet I can also feel her warmth. I realize that it would be more painful to her if I could make her climax with me. I smile as I slowly pound into her sweet, young body. I focus my magic on her clit, and her core. Her cries slowly start to die away, and I begin to pound harder, and faster. I can tell she is beginning to get used to the rhythm, so I slap her ass, my fingers stretching almost to her back, and squeeze the flesh. She cries out again, but I have also increased the magic so she is almost crying from pleasure, no longer pain. A smug satisfaction takes me. She does like it. Releasing my magic I reach my hand around and start vigorously rubbing her clit between my fingers, as I continue pounding her from the back. She is no longer crying now, just moaning, moaning my name, shaking from the heat and my ministrations. She is closer than I to oblivion, yet I hold her back, forcing her to wait for me. Out of all the things I have done to her, this is the worst. She is screaming, desperate to orgasm, yet I do not allow her release. And yet, the screams pull me over the edge, to my own personal pleasure, so I allow her to find hers as well.


I pull back from her, seed spilling from her body as from my dick. I fall on my back, realizing what I have done.


It is a good thing, then, that the world is ending.