The Trading Bizarre of Grudhinde

"Sure is boring around here." Millaarc Lunaire stated, lounging in a beach chair on the edge of the desert, umbrella providing her shade while she filed her nails with disinterest. The bizarre she was taking residence in reeked of blood and decay under an unforgiving sun. Those not drained of blood shambled around mindlessly like zombies... they were, to be honest. Ghouls who her lesser turned had created when they sloppily ate. She was watching one of the few 'live ones' running away from a small pack of ghouls, who were unaffected by the sun. His automatic rifle bursting randomly towards his attackers, but none of his bullets seemed to land on the desired mark. "Boooring..." She yawned. She could still feel that inky presence in the center of the desert, the one that was something... different. Different, wasn't boring. Contrary, different was exciting, arousing... and now she found herself wet with anticipation as to what will happen in this area soon. She knew the Feniran's were mounting a military force to take on the Void Dragon as a way to show off their might to the world now they killed the Council of Magi which had been the main power of Fenira... for, pfft, well, longer than she'd been around anyway.... if by a few years at least.

She cracked her neck, and turned her large eyes over to one of the traders she had 'claimed' and had penned up for her waning amusement. She already ate his partner some time ago, and now was the last of his business trading caravan. She smiled and wondered what malicious fun she could have with him...

Millaarc Lunaire wrote:"Sure is boring around here." Millaarc Lunaire stated, lounging in a beach chair on the edge of the desert, umbrella providing her shade while she filed her nails with disinterest. The bizarre she was taking residence in reeked of blood and decay under an unforgiving sun. Those not drained of blood shambled around mindlessly like zombies... they were, to be honest. Ghouls who her lesser turned had created when they sloppily ate. She was watching one of the few 'live ones' running away from a small pack of ghouls, who were unaffected by the sun. His automatic rifle bursting randomly towards his attackers, but none of his bullets seemed to land on the desired mark. "Boooring..." She yawned. She could still feel that inky presence in the center of the desert, the one that was something... different. Different, wasn't boring. Contrary, different was exciting, arousing... and now she found herself wet with anticipation as to what will happen in this area soon. She knew the Feniran's were mounting a military force to take on the Void Dragon as a way to show off their might to the world now they killed the Council of Magi which had been the main power of Fenira... for, pfft, well, longer than she'd been around anyway.... if by a few years at least.

She cracked her neck, and turned her large eyes over to one of the traders she had 'claimed' and had penned up for her waning amusement. She already ate his partner some time ago, and now was the last of his business trading caravan. She smiled and wondered what malicious fun she could have with him...

The said poor man was trapped within his own cargo carriage, a small caged affair usually used to transport dangerous, volatile or secure goods, now the cage was deadlocked with him inside it. He had been trapped within for the past 2 days, with only his own rations to sustain himself. The lock was busted from the other side, his key would not open it, and even if it did, the she witch who had trapped him and Deacon in here had twisted the metal of the locking bar so much, that only someone with superhuman strength could break it, to which he certainly was not. Thats why he hired guards and security for his Caravans. For all the good that did him... Every single one of them were now either dead, or undead monsters. That was on the first day. The second, the same she-witch who had captured him and Deacon, and killed or turned his escorts, came the next night, twisted the locking bar, and dragged poor Deacon out of the carriage, before slamming shut the door on my face, and twisting the lock back into place before dragging the screaming man into the darkness of night. Now, the third night begins to draw close, and night approaches... My rations are starting to wear thin, but I get the feeling I will not be allowed to enjoy them. I get the feeling I will not be seeing a new dawn...

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The said poor man was trapped within his own cargo carriage, a small caged affair usually used to transport dangerous, volatile or secure goods, now the cage was deadlocked with him inside it. He had been trapped within for the past 2 days, with only his own rations to sustain himself. The lock was busted from the other side, his key would not open it, and even if it did, the she witch who had trapped him and Deacon in here had twisted the metal of the locking bar so much, that only someone with superhuman strength could break it, to which he certainly was not. Thats why he hired guards and security for his Caravans. For all the good that did him... Every single one of them were now either dead, or undead monsters. That was on the first day. The second, the same she-witch who had captured him and Deacon, and killed or turned his escorts, came the next night, twisted the locking bar, and dragged poor Deacon out of the carriage, before slamming shut the door on my face, and twisting the lock back into place before dragging the screaming man into the darkness of night. Now, the third night begins to draw close, and night approaches... My rations are starting to wear thin, but I get the feeling I will not be allowed to enjoy them. I get the feeling I will not be seeing a new dawn...

As the man scribbled away in his diary, a pair of gleaming, sadistic eyes peered through the cage, behind his left shoulder. They were narrow, almost cat like as they picked up on the rich man's movements. "'Will you walk into my parlour?' said the Spider to the Fly," Millaarc says in a hushed and eager tone from the darkness outside the cell. She reached out with a gnarled, bloodied hand that looked more like a claw as she pawed at him, playfully... maliciously. "‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;" She continued, as she held her hand out, Deacon's blood still dripping off her long, talon like nails as she reached out for the man... her arm seemingly stretching as she reached! "The way into my parlour is up a winding stair," she cooed, her wavering voice was like that of a hungry ghost who had fasted long, and painfully. "And I’ve a many curious things to show when you are there.'” She hissed, her tongue, long and almost snake like lapped at the bars in a slow, gliding motion as if it was the flesh of a man's rod rather than a metal bar; her sharp, erratic breathing blowing cold, decaying air into the chamber. Her teeth glistening in the darkness as she gave him a shark like grin- each of her teeth were pointed like needles, the fangs of a beast who liked to bite, and drink deeply...

Millaarc Lunaire wrote:As the man scribbled away in his diary, a pair of gleaming, sadistic eyes peered through the cage, behind his left shoulder. They were narrow, almost cat like as they picked up on the rich man's movements. "'Will you walk into my parlour?' said the Spider to the Fly," Millaarc says in a hushed and eager tone from the darkness outside the cell. She reached out with a gnarled, bloodied hand that looked more like a claw as she pawed at him, playfully... maliciously. "‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;" She continued, as she held her hand out, Deacon's blood still dripping off her long, talon like nails as she reached out for the man... her arm seemingly stretching as she reached! "The way into my parlour is up a winding stair," she cooed, her wavering voice was like that of a hungry ghost who had fasted long, and painfully. "And I’ve a many curious things to show when you are there.'” She hissed, her tongue, long and almost snake like lapped at the bars in a slow, gliding motion as if it was the flesh of a man's rod rather than a metal bar; her sharp, erratic breathing blowing cold, decaying air into the chamber. Her teeth glistening in the darkness as she gave him a shark like grin- each of her teeth were pointed like needles, the fangs of a beast who liked to bite, and drink deeply...

"GAH!" shouted the frightened merchant as he backed into the other side of the cell corner, his back pressing against the bars with frightened force where the cage rattled in it's housing a little. But unlike Millaarc, he won't be bending solid stainless steel any time soon with his ordinary human strength.

"G... GET AWAY!" he shouted, holding his hands up defensively in front of his face. "YOU ATE A DOZEN GUARDS AND DEACON! HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY STILL BE HUNGRY!?"

He knew though, that no matter what he did, if she wanted him now, she could take him and he could do nothing to stop her. He had no weapons, effective or otherwise, in this carriage. And he was nowhere near going to be any sort of match for her physically, not after he saw her literally dismember several of the guards with her bare hands... She cut them to pieces, ripped off limbs, and one poor guard was split clean in two by her ripping him in half slowly, and not even via cutting with her claws... she just grabbed hold and pulled slowly....

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Millaarc Lunaire wrote:As the man scribbled away in his diary, a pair of gleaming, sadistic eyes peered through the cage, behind his left shoulder. They were narrow, almost cat like as they picked up on the rich man's movements. "'Will you walk into my parlour?' said the Spider to the Fly," Millaarc says in a hushed and eager tone from the darkness outside the cell. She reached out with a gnarled, bloodied hand that looked more like a claw as she pawed at him, playfully... maliciously. "‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;" She continued, as she held her hand out, Deacon's blood still dripping off her long, talon like nails as she reached out for the man... her arm seemingly stretching as she reached! "The way into my parlour is up a winding stair," she cooed, her wavering voice was like that of a hungry ghost who had fasted long, and painfully. "And I’ve a many curious things to show when you are there.'” She hissed, her tongue, long and almost snake like lapped at the bars in a slow, gliding motion as if it was the flesh of a man's rod rather than a metal bar; her sharp, erratic breathing blowing cold, decaying air into the chamber. Her teeth glistening in the darkness as she gave him a shark like grin- each of her teeth were pointed like needles, the fangs of a beast who liked to bite, and drink deeply...

"GAH!" shouted the frightened merchant as he backed into the other side of the cell corner, his back pressing against the bars with frightened force where the cage rattled in it's housing a little. But unlike Millaarc, he won't be bending solid stainless steel any time soon with his ordinary human strength.

"G... GET AWAY!" he shouted, holding his hands up defensively in front of his face. "YOU ATE A DOZEN GUARDS AND DEACON! HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY STILL BE HUNGRY!?"

He knew though, that no matter what he did, if she wanted him now, she could take him and he could do nothing to stop her. He had no weapons, effective or otherwise, in this carriage. And he was nowhere near going to be any sort of match for her physically, not after he saw her literally dismember several of the guards with her bare hands... She cut them to pieces, ripped off limbs, and one poor guard was split clean in two by her ripping him in half slowly, and not even via cutting with her claws... she just grabbed hold and pulled slowly....

"Awww... Deacy, Mr. Merchant here doesn't want to play with us..." She said in a mocking, downtrodden tone. "Oh blast! That man can surely be a blow hard my lovely!" Said a familiar male voice. It was Deacon's, and his face now pressed against the side of the bars beside the Merchant's head. However... something was clearly... wrong.

His face looked dreadfully pale, but his neck... looked off. Thick, width, going to a slender width... his mouth began to move as the Merchant studied his friend's face and noticed the white and lifeless eyes. "What's wrong, old fellow? You look like you've seen a ghost..." Millaarc's voice was overlapping with Deacon's, and he could see now, she was manipulating his mouth, with her fingers... her hand shoved up into the crevice of his neck! She was using his severed head like some, twisted ventriloquist's dummy! She pressed her face beside Decon's, her gleaming smile dripping wet! "Oh come now, don't go losin' your head over a few... dozen dead guys and Mr. Personality here." She says, as the Deacon voice she imitated returned: "I resent that remark, Mistress Millaarc!" She turned to the severed head with a look of annoyance. "You're a headache." She grumbled, pouting before whipping her arm back- the head flying somewhere in the dark, desert night with soft thuds upon the sand. She shrugged, and looked back to the Merchant. "Honey... I'm always hungry. Be it literal or figuratively~" She cooed, her hand whipping out, and cupped his cheek almost delicately... smearing his face with Deacon's blood! "There are plenty of ways to satisfy a woman's hunger, I'm sure you know that well Mr. Merchant man~" She purred, blowing fetid air into the cage, across his pale, cool cheeks.

Millaarc Lunaire wrote:"Awww... Deacy, Mr. Merchant here doesn't want to play with us..." She said in a mocking, downtrodden tone. "Oh blast! That man can surely be a blow hard my lovely!" Said a familiar male voice. It was Deacon's, and his face now pressed against the side of the bars beside the Merchant's head. However... something was clearly... wrong.

His face looked dreadfully pale, but his neck... looked off. Thick, width, going to a slender width... his mouth began to move as the Merchant studied his friend's face and noticed the white and lifeless eyes. "What's wrong, old fellow? You look like you've seen a ghost..." Millaarc's voice was overlapping with Deacon's, and he could see now, she was manipulating his mouth, with her fingers... her hand shoved up into the crevice of his neck! She was using his severed head like some, twisted ventriloquist's dummy! She pressed her face beside Decon's, her gleaming smile dripping wet! "Oh come now, don't go losin' your head over a few... dozen dead guys and Mr. Personality here." She says, as the Deacon voice she imitated returned: "I resent that remark, Mistress Millaarc!" She turned to the severed head with a look of annoyance. "You're a headache." She grumbled, pouting before whipping her arm back- the head flying somewhere in the dark, desert night with soft thuds upon the sand. She shrugged, and looked back to the Merchant. "Honey... I'm always hungry. Be it literal or figuratively~" She cooed, her hand whipping out, and cupped his cheek almost delicately... smearing his face with Deacon's blood! "There are plenty of ways to satisfy a woman's hunger, I'm sure you know that well Mr. Merchant man~" She purred, blowing fetid air into the cage, across his pale, cool cheeks.

Ah! AH! AAAH!" he said, as he quickly scrambled back first into one of the cage corners, away from the taunting, gaudy Vampiress. The look, the smell, the callous nature, and casual disregard for human life. No matter how strong a person's will is, it disintegrates in fear as they face an unwilling death. And the poor merchant's will crumbled into dust, teetering on descent into madness. He looked at the creature of his demise. Her sickly yellow eyes staring at him in hunger, more than one kind of hunger, as well as sadistic glee at what she was doing to him. "KEEP AWAY!" he yelled again, as he threw one of his ration packs at her, that slammed uselessly against the bars.

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Millaarc Lunaire wrote:"Awww... Deacy, Mr. Merchant here doesn't want to play with us..." She said in a mocking, downtrodden tone. "Oh blast! That man can surely be a blow hard my lovely!" Said a familiar male voice. It was Deacon's, and his face now pressed against the side of the bars beside the Merchant's head. However... something was clearly... wrong.

His face looked dreadfully pale, but his neck... looked off. Thick, width, going to a slender width... his mouth began to move as the Merchant studied his friend's face and noticed the white and lifeless eyes. "What's wrong, old fellow? You look like you've seen a ghost..." Millaarc's voice was overlapping with Deacon's, and he could see now, she was manipulating his mouth, with her fingers... her hand shoved up into the crevice of his neck! She was using his severed head like some, twisted ventriloquist's dummy! She pressed her face beside Decon's, her gleaming smile dripping wet! "Oh come now, don't go losin' your head over a few... dozen dead guys and Mr. Personality here." She says, as the Deacon voice she imitated returned: "I resent that remark, Mistress Millaarc!" She turned to the severed head with a look of annoyance. "You're a headache." She grumbled, pouting before whipping her arm back- the head flying somewhere in the dark, desert night with soft thuds upon the sand. She shrugged, and looked back to the Merchant. "Honey... I'm always hungry. Be it literal or figuratively~" She cooed, her hand whipping out, and cupped his cheek almost delicately... smearing his face with Deacon's blood! "There are plenty of ways to satisfy a woman's hunger, I'm sure you know that well Mr. Merchant man~" She purred, blowing fetid air into the cage, across his pale, cool cheeks.

Ah! AH! AAAH!" he said, as he quickly scrambled back first into one of the cage corners, away from the taunting, gaudy Vampiress. The look, the smell, the callous nature, and casual disregard for human life. No matter how strong a person's will is, it disintegrates in fear as they face an unwilling death. And the poor merchant's will crumbled into dust, teetering on descent into madness. He looked at the creature of his demise. Her sickly yellow eyes staring at him in hunger, more than one kind of hunger, as well as sadistic glee at what she was doing to him. "KEEP AWAY!" he yelled again, as he threw one of his ration packs at her, that slammed uselessly against the bars.

Millaarc didn't flinch as the ration pack hit the bars. She remained smiling, even as she pulled the bars wide apart with her arms, the metal groaning from her fluid, constant push- it was like the bars were naught but rubber to her... fixing to place upon widening the gap enough for her body to slither through. She didn't need to bend the bars, of course, but it added a nice bit of flair to the 'show', as her dull eyed, mindless victims who were unfortunate not to die watched through the bars behind the shivering merchant!

"You outlasted the others... Mr. Merchant man." Milla whispered, crawling forwards like a bat who crawls with their wings. Her petite body suddenly, looming over him... wide legs, showing off her thong panties with no regard of modesty, her breasts hanging, her yellow eyes falling upon his scared, terrified blue orbs.



"By the Church of Hazoria's definition of 'alive and undead', you sir, are the only living thing for miles around. You have survived, where others have fell prey. The 'weak get devoured so that the strong may live', a practice you preached with Deacon as you sold slaves to wealthy houses in Gailden. I don't judge, I don't give a rats ass what you humans do to each other to pass the time and gain greater coin... but those exotic beasts, those were fun fodder, I'll tell you that!" She chuckled, parting his hair as she began to disrobe him with her fingernails. "You don't find me fun? I have many fans, fans who would break apart like you if they knew how...dedicated, to entertainment I really am." She huffed, her eyes darting away as she ripped away the desert robes and began slicing through the fine suit he wore underneath. "I'm quite surprised you didn't soil yourself... when you didn't see the beast, you were ready to jump this body of mine... I could smell it. You wanted me to breath on your neck, my legs wrapped around your torso and my nails running red trenches down your back as you plow me, over... and over. Oh honey, it was so hot... it got me thirsty." She chuckled darkly, lowering her head, her eyes appearing darker! "All thanks to you, your dirty... little thoughts set my fire, and fanned my blaze as I ripped through every...single... living... creature, just so you and I could have this little tent to ourselves. Granted, we're being watched... but they're dead and as dumb as door nails, they don't even know what we are anymore... its the same as making love to a herd of sheep. Baaaah~" She giggled, leaning close, her long, bloody tongue gliding up his exposed abs, up his neck and under his chin. "Hmhmhm... I'm still digesting that young mercenary you hired... he was so tasty, I gobbled him up in one bite with my bat form... you can still feel his boots if you press right here babe~" She cooed darkly, and forced the man's hand to her stomach... where he felt more than the boot... but the gentle 'pound' of someone kicking... the full foot, a 10 and a half pressed against his hand. It was impossible! But Millaarc Lunaire was far from normal. She grinned at his revelation, and with her free hand, gripped his chin. "You will give me what I want, till I say otherwise. When you've become useless to me, I will discard you. Show me... how useful you can be to me, pet. Perhaps... I'll let ya run away, spread my tale of barbarism. I like those cliches." She grinned maliciously.

Millaarc Lunaire wrote:Millaarc didn't flinch as the ration pack hit the bars. She remained smiling, even as she pulled the bars wide apart with her arms, the metal groaning from her fluid, constant push- it was like the bars were naught but rubber to her... fixing to place upon widening the gap enough for her body to slither through. She didn't need to bend the bars, of course, but it added a nice bit of flair to the 'show', as her dull eyed, mindless victims who were unfortunate not to die watched through the bars behind the shivering merchant!

"You outlasted the others... Mr. Merchant man." Milla whispered, crawling forwards like a bat who crawls with their wings. Her petite body suddenly, looming over him... wide legs, showing off her thong panties with no regard of modesty, her breasts hanging, her yellow eyes falling upon his scared, terrified blue orbs.



"By the Church of Hazoria's definition of 'alive and undead', you sir, are the only living thing for miles around. You have survived, where others have fell prey. The 'weak get devoured so that the strong may live', a practice you preached with Deacon as you sold slaves to wealthy houses in Gailden. I don't judge, I don't give a rats ass what you humans do to each other to pass the time and gain greater coin... but those exotic beasts, those were fun fodder, I'll tell you that!" She chuckled, parting his hair as she began to disrobe him with her fingernails. "You don't find me fun? I have many fans, fans who would break apart like you if they knew how...dedicated, to entertainment I really am." She huffed, her eyes darting away as she ripped away the desert robes and began slicing through the fine suit he wore underneath. "I'm quite surprised you didn't soil yourself... when you didn't see the beast, you were ready to jump this body of mine... I could smell it. You wanted me to breath on your neck, my legs wrapped around your torso and my nails running red trenches down your back as you plow me, over... and over. Oh honey, it was so hot... it got me thirsty." She chuckled darkly, lowering her head, her eyes appearing darker! "All thanks to you, your dirty... little thoughts set my fire, and fanned my blaze as I ripped through every...single... living... creature, just so you and I could have this little tent to ourselves. Granted, we're being watched... but they're dead and as dumb as door nails, they don't even know what we are anymore... its the same as making love to a herd of sheep. Baaaah~" She giggled, leaning close, her long, bloody tongue gliding up his exposed abs, up his neck and under his chin. "Hmhmhm... I'm still digesting that young mercenary you hired... he was so tasty, I gobbled him up in one bite with my bat form... you can still feel his boots if you press right here babe~" She cooed darkly, and forced the man's hand to her stomach... where he felt more than the boot... but the gentle 'pound' of someone kicking... the full foot, a 10 and a half pressed against his hand. It was impossible! But Millaarc Lunaire was far from normal. She grinned at his revelation, and with her free hand, gripped his chin. "You will give me what I want, till I say otherwise. When you've become useless to me, I will discard you. Show me... how useful you can be to me, pet. Perhaps... I'll let ya run away, spread my tale of barbarism. I like those cliches." She grinned maliciously.

The accusatory nature the vampiress took was stinging. It was true, Deacon and Gregory were both merchants of many things - among them were mortal trafficking, and the illegal mercantile of shipping rare and exotic beasts. He had lost more than a few intermediaries in the hunts for such creatures, and he knowingly sold some of them to unscrupulous sorts to use as convenient 'disposal' methods, where they fed their enemies to them or other some such unsavory work. No evidence left to find, just a pile of unidentifiable crap for the authorities to ponder and then discard.

Gregory didn't want that fate. He was so scared,especially after she flayed his clothing from his torso like so much paper, he could never hope to 'rise to the occasion'. Doubly so when she tormented him by making him feel the squirming remnants of the last living guard he hired, squirming beneath the skin of her belly like some morbid theater. He felt the full size of a boot in her somehow, even though her petite size should make such a thing impossible....

When she gripped his jaw the Merchant's eyes widened in fear.

"Hrmhrmhrm~" She snickered, her sharp teeth clenched tight together and interlaced with their conical shapes. "Oh, hon, I can see that look of stage fright a mile away! I'm in the show biz, I know these things... you gotta relax baby, you're 'little man' between your legs isn't the only way you can service me, you know?" She says this, her clawed hands threateningly running across his crotch as she does. "I can make use of you, even if you can't 'get it up'. As they say, size doesn't matter.... and in your case, you're going to be smaller than 'this guy' when I'm finished with you anyhow~" She purred, before drawing her lips to his neck. It was a quick, slightly painful nip, as her teeth sank into his flesh, his body glowing a purple hue! Within seconds, he was shrunken down to four or so inches in height! She admired his appearance, naked, tiny and weak.



"Such a cute little guy you become!" Millaarc taunted, towering over him! He was standing in front of her crotch, his shadow falling upon the crease in her panties, an appropriate foreshadowing. "As momma once said, anything can be a plaything if it can fit~" Milla smiled devilishly, her eyes gleamed with evil intent, filling poor Gregory with dreadful thoughts of the torture to come!

Millaarc Lunaire wrote:
"Hrmhrmhrm~" She snickered, her sharp teeth clenched tight together and interlaced with their conical shapes. "Oh, hon, I can see that look of stage fright a mile away! I'm in the show biz, I know these things... you gotta relax baby, you're 'little man' between your legs isn't the only way you can service me, you know?" She says this, her clawed hands threateningly running across his crotch as she does. "I can make use of you, even if you can't 'get it up'. As they say, size doesn't matter.... and in your case, you're going to be smaller than 'this guy' when I'm finished with you anyhow~" She purred, before drawing her lips to his neck. It was a quick, slightly painful nip, as her teeth sank into his flesh, his body glowing a purple hue! Within seconds, he was shrunken down to four or so inches in height! She admired his appearance, naked, tiny and weak.



"Such a cute little guy you become!" Millaarc taunted, towering over him! He was standing in front of her crotch, his shadow falling upon the crease in her panties, an appropriate foreshadowing. "As momma once said, anything can be a plaything if it can fit~" Milla smiled devilishly, her eyes gleamed with evil intent, filling poor Gregory with dreadful thoughts of the torture to come!

"AH!" he yipped as she nipped his neck, and he started shrinking. it took only a moment of disorientation, dizziness and a purple haze over his vision, blurring his senses. A few moments later however, his vision cleared, and he was standing in the remnants of his collar... Standing... In the Remnants of his collar...

That realization made him look around. She had shrunk him down! And then, when her enormous shadow loomed over him, her deadly breath, her booming voice.... everything was amplified, and he backed up away from the towering titan of teeth and claws and ill omens. But the only thing behind him now besides the bars, was a steep drop to the sandy ground, which to him looked like a fall of several hundred feet. Surely fatal for him. He was well and truly stuck. But he wasn't sure how his demise would come. She was now big enough to chew his entire body to shreds, or rip him apart like a child does to a caught fly. And she could do both of these when he was normal sized, never mind shrunken down to the size of a tom thumb. But her tone suggested something more lustful than hungry right now... and a sickening, twisted image started entering his mind... No, she couldn't... not at his current size...

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"AH!" he yipped as she nipped his neck, and he started shrinking. it took only a moment of disorientation, dizziness and a purple haze over his vision, blurring his senses. A few moments later however, his vision cleared, and he was standing in the remnants of his collar... Standing... In the Remnants of his collar...

That realization made him look around. She had shrunk him down! And then, when her enormous shadow loomed over him, her deadly breath, her booming voice.... everything was amplified, and he backed up away from the towering titan of teeth and claws and ill omens. But the only thing behind him now besides the bars, was a steep drop to the sandy ground, which to him looked like a fall of several hundred feet. Surely fatal for him. He was well and truly stuck. But he wasn't sure how his demise would come. She was now big enough to chew his entire body to shreds, or rip him apart like a child does to a caught fly. And she could do both of these when he was normal sized, never mind shrunken down to the size of a tom thumb. But her tone suggested something more lustful than hungry right now... and a sickening, twisted image started entering his mind... No, she couldn't... not at his current size...

She let the situation sink into his skull as she sat there on her haunches, quietly observing him. "All the pieces fall in place now?" She asked, upon noting his sickened look. She chuckled darkly, licking her lips as she reached out for him. "You're job's simple, you really don't have to do anything! Well, besides trying not to die." She giggled, her hand clasping around his body in a sudden, quick snatch! She brought him to her face, her lidded gaze dancing across his shrunken form; his body warm in her touch. "However, before that... I need to oil ya up a bit." She says with a wink and not too subtle lick of her plush lips.



She then, opened her mouth and drew him inside! His legs jutted from her clamped lips, her teeth, though causing some pressure on his flesh, remarkably did not puncture him! Millaarc wanted to be sure she didn't, for causing such would be dangerous and she'd lose her plaything! While the other merc continued to slowly digest (mostly due to her own manipulations as well), she was going to use Greg here as her personal play thing to help digest. Even without biting him however... she was holding back swallowing him since he did have a pleasant taste. Her tongue curled around his body lewdly, moaning salaciously as she rolled him around her mouth, his ankles still jutting out of her lips being his only true life line! "Mmmm, hmmmmm~" She hummed, feeling the contours of his chest, back, ass and crotch. Saliva encasing him entirely, as she continued to roll him about like a piece of candy!

Millaarc Lunaire wrote:She let the situation sink into his skull as she sat there on her haunches, quietly observing him. "All the pieces fall in place now?" She asked, upon noting his sickened look. She chuckled darkly, licking her lips as she reached out for him. "You're job's simple, you really don't have to do anything! Well, besides trying not to die." She giggled, her hand clasping around his body in a sudden, quick snatch! She brought him to her face, her lidded gaze dancing across his shrunken form; his body warm in her touch. "However, before that... I need to oil ya up a bit." She says with a wink and not too subtle lick of her plush lips.



She then, opened her mouth and drew him inside! His legs jutted from her clamped lips, her teeth, though causing some pressure on his flesh, remarkably did not puncture him! Millaarc wanted to be sure she didn't, for causing such would be dangerous and she'd lose her plaything! While the other merc continued to slowly digest (mostly due to her own manipulations as well), she was going to use Greg here as her personal play thing to help digest. Even without biting him however... she was holding back swallowing him since he did have a pleasant taste. Her tongue curled around his body lewdly, moaning salaciously as she rolled him around her mouth, his ankles still jutting out of her lips being his only true life line! "Mmmm, hmmmmm~" She hummed, feeling the contours of his chest, back, ass and crotch. Saliva encasing him entirely, as she continued to roll him about like a piece of candy!

Gregory gasped as she firmly, tightly gripped him in her hand. Her flesh was cold to the touch on his bare torso - adding to the feeling of her unnatural state. And described her intentions vaguely, but not so vague he couldn't figure it out. One would have to be an idiot not to understand her intent now...

"Oh dear god no!" he squeaked out, before she jammed him headfirst into her maw. That fetid grave breath she breathed into the cage earlier was multiplied a thousand times in an instant as he was plunged into soggy wet darkness of the inside of her mouth. His face and chest crashed into the flat of her tongue with a squelching wet smack, and her giant taste buds scraped roughly against his skin. She kept pushing him in ever deeper before clamping the flat front teeth on his ankles. Preventing him from plunging into the black cavern of her gullet, and not piercing his legs on her fanged canines.

His skin quickly became sodden in cold saliva, and her tongue sloshed him around roughly, making sure it got all over him, she rolled him around and around like a demented washing machine set to tumble. Her cold flesh and fetid breath combined with the ever increasing amount of saliva made breathing difficult, never mind vocalizing anything more than impotent frightened gurgling.

"Mmm hmm mmm...shashty~" Millaarc commented, before smirking. "Ish shanged mah mind~" She then jerked her head back, and swallowed!



GULP!!

She swallowed deeply, closing her eyes, her squirming prey sliding down her throat... before pausing. "Nah, kidding again!" She giggled, her voice raspy due to the piece of wiggling meat in her throat. The bulge in her neck seemed to dance up and down, closer to the base of her neck, then back to the entrance of her esophagus. After a tug of war with her decisions, she finally pulled him out of her throat- the magical tether which saved him a trip to her belly made his body glow a light blue as he hovered in front of her face, completely slimy. "Haha you look soooo gross right now!~" She hummed, her face still smeared with blood like chocolate on a three year old's face.

She winked and Greg was no longer hovering, instead fell a distance to him, about ten feet into her open palm. "So, you got two choices... you can kiss my lips or my ass, which shall it be my pet?" She purred maliciously.

Millaarc Lunaire wrote:"Mmm hmm mmm...shashty~" Millaarc commented, before smirking. "Ish shanged mah mind~" She then jerked her head back, and swallowed!



GULP!!

She swallowed deeply, closing her eyes, her squirming prey sliding down her throat... before pausing. "Nah, kidding again!" She giggled, her voice raspy due to the piece of wiggling meat in her throat. The bulge in her neck seemed to dance up and down, closer to the base of her neck, then back to the entrance of her esophagus. After a tug of war with her decisions, she finally pulled him out of her throat- the magical tether which saved him a trip to her belly made his body glow a light blue as he hovered in front of her face, completely slimy. "Haha you look soooo gross right now!~" She hummed, her face still smeared with blood like chocolate on a three year old's face.

She winked and Greg was no longer hovering, instead fell a distance to him, about ten feet into her open palm. "So, you got two choices... you can kiss my lips or my ass, which shall it be my pet?" She purred maliciously.

Gregory was nearly unconscious as his captor played tug of war with her own gullet, trapping him in a tight tube of cold, wet, udulating flesh that squeezed the very air out of him. Back and forth she played with his body, and he struggled as much as the tight confines of her throat muscles would allow, but she nearly crushed him to death in there, and he couldn't last more than a few moments before his strength gave out and she wrested him free from her greedy swallowing reflex. She hung him from his ankles in front of her face, mocking him as he dripped impotently of her saliva, before plopping him roughly into the palm of her hand, and offered him a strange choice. But he barely heard her, as he tried to catch his breath and recover what little strength he had, gasping and sputtering her soggy spit from his lungs.

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Millaarc Lunaire wrote:"Mmm hmm mmm...shashty~" Millaarc commented, before smirking. "Ish shanged mah mind~" She then jerked her head back, and swallowed!



GULP!!

She swallowed deeply, closing her eyes, her squirming prey sliding down her throat... before pausing. "Nah, kidding again!" She giggled, her voice raspy due to the piece of wiggling meat in her throat. The bulge in her neck seemed to dance up and down, closer to the base of her neck, then back to the entrance of her esophagus. After a tug of war with her decisions, she finally pulled him out of her throat- the magical tether which saved him a trip to her belly made his body glow a light blue as he hovered in front of her face, completely slimy. "Haha you look soooo gross right now!~" She hummed, her face still smeared with blood like chocolate on a three year old's face.

She winked and Greg was no longer hovering, instead fell a distance to him, about ten feet into her open palm. "So, you got two choices... you can kiss my lips or my ass, which shall it be my pet?" She purred maliciously.

Gregory was nearly unconscious as his captor played tug of war with her own gullet, trapping him in a tight tube of cold, wet, udulating flesh that squeezed the very air out of him. Back and forth she played with his body, and he struggled as much as the tight confines of her throat muscles would allow, but she nearly crushed him to death in there, and he couldn't last more than a few moments before his strength gave out and she wrested him free from her greedy swallowing reflex. She hung him from his ankles in front of her face, mocking him as he dripped impotently of her saliva, before plopping him roughly into the palm of her hand, and offered him a strange choice. But he barely heard her, as he tried to catch his breath and recover what little strength he had, gasping and sputtering her soggy spit from his lungs.

Milla batted her eyes. "Huh? What was that? I don't think 'Clork, pah, flork' constitutes as an answer pet. There was only one answer: Which ever that I wish!" she says as she squeezed him gently, and then brought him down to her clothed lips! She rubbed him there, his cheek rubbing one of her lips as she rubbed his length up and down her clothed crevice... it was playful, and made her shiver slightly... but would feel a little more nicer without the g-string! "Oooo yeahhh, Meee--owwww~" She purred. "You see Mister Merchant man, the answer to everything is me. If you want to live, I will be your everything. You are mine. I am your Goddess, and my followers have to obey my words or they die... its not a big cult, most of them are lame brain, low level vampires who are desperate for a fix of blood, then they end up creating Ghouls, and... its all so messy." She said before moaning again. Her panties in a way, helped remove some of her saliva from his face and chest... but soon, he'd feel her flesh press against him! She slowly pulled her panties down while she had talked!

Millaarc Lunaire wrote:Milla batted her eyes. "Huh? What was that? I don't think 'Clork, pah, flork' constitutes as an answer pet. There was only one answer: Which ever that I wish!" she says as she squeezed him gently, and then brought him down to her clothed lips! She rubbed him there, his cheek rubbing one of her lips as she rubbed his length up and down her clothed crevice... it was playful, and made her shiver slightly... but would feel a little more nicer without the g-string! "Oooo yeahhh, Meee--owwww~" She purred. "You see Mister Merchant man, the answer to everything is me. If you want to live, I will be your everything. You are mine. I am your Goddess, and my followers have to obey my words or they die... its not a big cult, most of them are lame brain, low level vampires who are desperate for a fix of blood, then they end up creating Ghouls, and... its all so messy." She said before moaning again. Her panties in a way, helped remove some of her saliva from his face and chest... but soon, he'd feel her flesh press against him! She slowly pulled her panties down while she had talked!

Gregory didn't get a chance to answer before Millarc crashed his entire upper body and face into her pantied mound. She was being gentle, well for her, but for him, it was like scraping dense fabric against him, if only for a short while as she spoke, before the fabric was replaced by cold, yet slickening skin, flesh and rough tangle of hair... Oh god! She was going to do it!. And he was helpless to prevent it. This monsterous killer and eater of men, was about to consume him in a very different manner than his compatriots. The braindead ghoul that were once his bodyguards simply stared blankly either at them or off into the distance, or the stars in the desert sky above. And that was his last visual sight, before his eyes were covered in darkness as he was rubbed more firmly against his captors flesh.

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Millaarc Lunaire wrote:Milla batted her eyes. "Huh? What was that? I don't think 'Clork, pah, flork' constitutes as an answer pet. There was only one answer: Which ever that I wish!" she says as she squeezed him gently, and then brought him down to her clothed lips! She rubbed him there, his cheek rubbing one of her lips as she rubbed his length up and down her clothed crevice... it was playful, and made her shiver slightly... but would feel a little more nicer without the g-string! "Oooo yeahhh, Meee--owwww~" She purred. "You see Mister Merchant man, the answer to everything is me. If you want to live, I will be your everything. You are mine. I am your Goddess, and my followers have to obey my words or they die... its not a big cult, most of them are lame brain, low level vampires who are desperate for a fix of blood, then they end up creating Ghouls, and... its all so messy." She said before moaning again. Her panties in a way, helped remove some of her saliva from his face and chest... but soon, he'd feel her flesh press against him! She slowly pulled her panties down while she had talked!

Gregory didn't get a chance to answer before Millarc crashed his entire upper body and face into her pantied mound. She was being gentle, well for her, but for him, it was like scraping dense fabric against him, if only for a short while as she spoke, before the fabric was replaced by cold, yet slickening skin, flesh and rough tangle of hair... Oh god! She was going to do it!. And he was helpless to prevent it. This monsterous killer and eater of men, was about to consume him in a very different manner than his compatriots. The braindead ghoul that were once his bodyguards simply stared blankly either at them or off into the distance, or the stars in the desert sky above. And that was his last visual sight, before his eyes were covered in darkness as he was rubbed more firmly against his captors flesh.

"Fufufu~" She chuckled darkly, Milla pushing him between the folds of her sex, the mouth between her legs devouring him up to his shoulders! "Uhhhn~" she moaned, her lidded gaze up at the silvery moon and the azure crescent moon not too far from it. They did not overlap on his night, but that crescent moon made her smile. "Be lucky that the silver moon wasn't a crescent as well on this night, you'd have burst like a mosquito in there~" She hummed, as her tight walls pressed around him! The slick flesh was taut, and felt ribbed almost... like... there was something hidden within the fleshy walls of her flower. "You can say... my crotch is like a venus fly trap on such nights~" She says with a jagged toothed smile.

Millaarc Lunaire wrote:"Fufufu~" She chuckled darkly, Milla pushing him between the folds of her sex, the mouth between her legs devouring him up to his shoulders! "Uhhhn~" she moaned, her lidded gaze up at the silvery moon and the azure crescent moon not too far from it. They did not overlap on his night, but that crescent moon made her smile. "Be lucky that the silver moon wasn't a crescent as well on this night, you'd have burst like a mosquito in there~" She hummed, as her tight walls pressed around him! The slick flesh was taut, and felt ribbed almost... like... there was something hidden within the fleshy walls of her flower. "You can say... my crotch is like a venus fly trap on such nights~" She says with a jagged toothed smile.

Gregory could hear her voice, vibrating through her flesh, muffled and yet he heard her. His eyes clenched shut as her muscular, and strangely ribbed genitalia pressed against is skull and shoulders incessantly. Strangely enough, she felt warmer here than she did earlier... Like her undead state gave way to something... or was she not entirely a vampire? A question he didn't get the chance to ponder as she slowly, methodically kept moving him around, in out, up and down, side to side, maneuvering him around to suit herself as she liked without any sort of regards to him. He was reduced to some demented sex toy for a murdering monsterous woman and his thoughts on the matter didn't concern her one bit!

All he could do was try to catch a breath here and there, between her folds, and when her saliva or other secretions wern't blocking his airways, never mind her slick flesh.

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Millaarc Lunaire wrote:"Fufufu~" She chuckled darkly, Milla pushing him between the folds of her sex, the mouth between her legs devouring him up to his shoulders! "Uhhhn~" she moaned, her lidded gaze up at the silvery moon and the azure crescent moon not too far from it. They did not overlap on his night, but that crescent moon made her smile. "Be lucky that the silver moon wasn't a crescent as well on this night, you'd have burst like a mosquito in there~" She hummed, as her tight walls pressed around him! The slick flesh was taut, and felt ribbed almost... like... there was something hidden within the fleshy walls of her flower. "You can say... my crotch is like a venus fly trap on such nights~" She says with a jagged toothed smile.

Gregory could hear her voice, vibrating through her flesh, muffled and yet he heard her. His eyes clenched shut as her muscular, and strangely ribbed genitalia pressed against is skull and shoulders incessantly. Strangely enough, she felt warmer here than she did earlier... Like her undead state gave way to something... or was she not entirely a vampire? A question he didn't get the chance to ponder as she slowly, methodically kept moving him around, in out, up and down, side to side, maneuvering him around to suit herself as she liked without any sort of regards to him. He was reduced to some demented sex toy for a murdering monsterous woman and his thoughts on the matter didn't concern her one bit!

All he could do was try to catch a breath here and there, between her folds, and when her saliva or other secretions wern't blocking his airways, never mind her slick flesh.

Milla kept quiet after that....quiet enough that is. Her moans were low, and resonated through her body as she continued to push him deeper inside. "Ooooh... hah... hah... hmmm!" She playfully giggled, and then held him by his ankles, and yanked him slowly out up to his neck. His slimy body squirmed outside the threshold of her lips, and she held his head there for a moment before pushing him almost all the way again! "Heheheheheh~" She giggled, her lidded gaze now down at her crotch, her human dildo squirmy all the while. "Ohhhhh yues~" She hummed.

Millaarc Lunaire wrote:Milla kept quiet after that....quiet enough that is. Her moans were low, and resonated through her body as she continued to push him deeper inside. "Ooooh... hah... hah... hmmm!" She playfully giggled, and then held him by his ankles, and yanked him slowly out up to his neck. His slimy body squirmed outside the threshold of her lips, and she held his head there for a moment before pushing him almost all the way again! "Heheheheheh~" She giggled, her lidded gaze now down at her crotch, her human dildo squirmy all the while. "Ohhhhh yues~" She hummed.

Gregory heard her go quiet, and he somehow knew it was because she was now concentrating on the sensations his unwilling body was giving her. The friction if his body being forcefully rubbed against her unner walls, his wriggling limbs providing extra stimulations a lovers cock could never provide. And of course, the mental notion that abusing an unwiling victim's entire body with just her vagina was a euphoric high unlike any other for Millard he would imagine. He could do nothing trapped in this vampires pussy with no way to escape... he was just a tool to give her pleasure, and then later, perhaps, her sustenance, just as Deacon and his men had been... depending on her mood after this... He didn't imagine she'd ever just let him go.

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Millaarc Lunaire wrote:Milla kept quiet after that....quiet enough that is. Her moans were low, and resonated through her body as she continued to push him deeper inside. "Ooooh... hah... hah... hmmm!" She playfully giggled, and then held him by his ankles, and yanked him slowly out up to his neck. His slimy body squirmed outside the threshold of her lips, and she held his head there for a moment before pushing him almost all the way again! "Heheheheheh~" She giggled, her lidded gaze now down at her crotch, her human dildo squirmy all the while. "Ohhhhh yues~" She hummed.

Gregory heard her go quiet, and he somehow knew it was because she was now concentrating on the sensations his unwilling body was giving her. The friction if his body being forcefully rubbed against her unner walls, his wriggling limbs providing extra stimulations a lovers cock could never provide. And of course, the mental notion that abusing an unwiling victim's entire body with just her vagina was a euphoric high unlike any other for Millard he would imagine. He could do nothing trapped in this vampires pussy with no way to escape... he was just a tool to give her pleasure, and then later, perhaps, her sustenance, just as Deacon and his men had been... depending on her mood after this... He didn't imagine she'd ever just let him go.

"Deeper... deeper, and deeper still," Milla cooed, her words raspy with pleasure. "how much deeper, will he go?~" She continued to plunge him, his body parting her aggressive, constricting flesh! His squirming motions giving way to influxes of intense pleasure throughout her groin. She rocked her body on her heels, her eyelids fluttering as she barely kept a hold on his tiny ankles! He wiggled and wriggled inside her pussy, now dripping with fluids. "Ahhh -aaah---haaaaa~" She gasped, 'blushing' as he delved deeper inside her...

Gregory was trapped in a fleshy, constructing, pulsating hell. The inner walls of the Vampiress were slick, yet gripped him greedily, intent on extracting as much pleasure from the friction his squirming body provided. Her walls pressed and squeezed down on him like a vice, sometimes she intentionally flexed down hard on him, which squeezed and knocked the air right out of him! He couldn't retreat, he couldn't get out. Whenever he seemed to be making even a headway back out towards the exit of her body, her muscles either pulled him back in, or her hand pushed against his legs and feet, making sure he remained firmly lodged right where she wanted him.

She squeezed down again, and he let our a cry of pain. A muffled echo inside the tube of muscle and wetness. He let out a sob of both pain and indignation.

Random Mobs wrote:Gregory was trapped in a fleshy, constructing, pulsating hell. The inner walls of the Vampiress were slick, yet gripped him greedily, intent on extracting as much pleasure from the friction his squirming body provided. Her walls pressed and squeezed down on him like a vice, sometimes she intentionally flexed down hard on him, which squeezed and knocked the air right out of him! He couldn't retreat, he couldn't get out. Whenever he seemed to be making even a headway back out towards the exit of her body, her muscles either pulled him back in, or her hand pushed against his legs and feet, making sure he remained firmly lodged right where she wanted him.

She squeezed down again, and he let our a cry of pain. A muffled echo inside the tube of muscle and wetness. He let out a sob of both pain and indignation.

"Ooooo!" She hummed, abusing her 'plaything' continuously, feeling his constant struggles as she pushed him deeper. She was in control of his fate, his tiny life was subject to her following actions and they both knew it. She could make use of a fly like him; a fly was a fly nonetheless, but he was a fly with value... She yanked him out, allowing him to breathe while she studied him. "Fufufu... You are a tough little survivor! I respect that... but, you're beginning to bore me~" She yawned playfully.

So she had to let him be aware of such.

She stuffed him back inside, and began to push him deeper than before, her womanhood seemingly devouring him inch by inch! "I'm gonna stick you inside for a while and see what your like when I spit ya back up some time from now~" She maliciously explained, cooing as she pushed on him harder, moaning as his tiny body slipped deeper and deeper, the walls dividing and making way for their new occupant, the screaming little man sliding along as if in the throat of a hungry beast!

Millaarc Lunaire wrote:"Ooooo!" She hummed, abusing her 'plaything' continuously, feeling his constant struggles as she pushed him deeper. She was in control of his fate, his tiny life was subject to her following actions and they both knew it. She could make use of a fly like him; a fly was a fly nonetheless, but he was a fly with value... She yanked him out, allowing him to breathe while she studied him. "Fufufu... You are a tough little survivor! I respect that... but, you're beginning to bore me~" She yawned playfully.

So she had to let him be aware of such.

She stuffed him back inside, and began to push him deeper than before, her womanhood seemingly devouring him inch by inch! "I'm gonna stick you inside for a while and see what your like when I spit ya back up some time from now~" She maliciously explained, cooing as she pushed on him harder, moaning as his tiny body slipped deeper and deeper, the walls dividing and making way for their new occupant, the screaming little man sliding along as if in the throat of a hungry beast!

Gregory sputtered, coughed and took in as many deep breaths as he could as he dangled by his ankles in Millarc's grip. When she mentioned she was starting to get bored of him, and he began to pale, before she quickly, and roughly stuffed him back into place, even deeper than before! His previously well lubed up body slid ever further into her body, reaching places he had not even approached recently, as she pushed the bottoms of his feet into herself like a button. And just like that, she had sealed him up inside herself like a bank vault, and squeezed herself shut all the way around him. He could barely wiggle in such tight confines, and his breath was laboured in such tight damp, warm air that was in this deep place with him, somehow.



He moved about as much as he could, and his groans of pain vibrated off her walls like some demented construction tunnel. She could kill him whenever she chose, or simply forget he was even in here... He could die in the genitalia of some perverted killer monster, and nobody would ever know. Gregory Diggory, the great merchant of the desert, reduced to this... His tears mixed with her secretions as he sobbed his embarassed indignant fate.

Millaarc had a lewd smile on her face as she pushed him past the threshold! "Ohhh... ohhh yes! YESSS!" She squirmed, her long nails pushing the soles of his feet till her pussy swallowed him whole! She could feel him slip up inside her, his body compressed tightly against her warm, and moist walls. His screams and pained movements were all felt, and the vampire thrived off that! "Oooooo, ohh oh yes!" she continued to moan, rolling inside the cart like a loon as he provided her with such delicious pleasure only a psychopath could enjoy. "Yesss yesss!! My sweet fly... wriggle inside my parlor, wriggle and writhe...!" Milla cackled, blushing deep crimson- one could have thought her face had been dunked in paint or a thick coat of blood. She curled up and giggled, feeling his every movement inside. "Hehehe, you're going to be a fun one~" She purred, and as her enjoyment of Gregory writhing within her grew, the faster she digested the boy inside her belly; the young man's muffled cries fading as she tumbled about the bedding of Greg's cage!