The Trading Bizarre of Grudhinde

Millaarc Lunaire wrote: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!

Gregory's voice grew more muffled and silenced the deeper Millarc pushed him into herself. Soon, only the vibrations of his voice against her flesh would be the only indication he was vocalizing at all.



The rythmic clenching and unclenching of her inner muscles, timed with the pressing and caressing of her fingers somewhere behind his feet made Gregory aware that she was drawing closer - not to mention her thrashing about and making his already distorted sense of gravity get thrown completely off balance.



By this point, he could faintly hear her heartbeat, and the muffled gurgling sounds of digestion in the stomach organ way above him. But he didn't have any time to dwell on that thought as he felt the walls of the giant female anatomy around him begin to tense up... gearing up to clench down on him hard. He winced, even as the flow of fluid increased all around him, he knew the crunch was going to be brutal, and maybe even fatal.

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Millaarc Lunaire wrote: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!

Gregory's voice grew more muffled and silenced the deeper Millarc pushed him into herself. Soon, only the vibrations of his voice against her flesh would be the only indication he was vocalizing at all.



The rythmic clenching and unclenching of her inner muscles, timed with the pressing and caressing of her fingers somewhere behind his feet made Gregory aware that she was drawing closer - not to mention her thrashing about and making his already distorted sense of gravity get thrown completely off balance.



By this point, he could faintly hear her heartbeat, and the muffled gurgling sounds of digestion in the stomach organ way above him. But he didn't have any time to dwell on that thought as he felt the walls of the giant female anatomy around him begin to tense up... gearing up to clench down on him hard. He winced, even as the flow of fluid increased all around him, he knew the crunch was going to be brutal, and maybe even fatal.

Millaarc cooed, feeling him squirm up inside her brought her a different kind of pleasure, a twisted one at that. "Oooooh, we have so much more to talk about my pet! But for now, do try and stay alive and oooo, keeping me amuuused!" She practically purred. Millaarc was finished with this drab little cage, and decided to yank up her panties and call it a night. She held back her sensitive moans as she walked back towards her tent, sprawling upon the satin sheets as she turned to one of the... 'smarter' didn't rightly give it justice... but there were enough brain cells working upstairs that it could listen. "You, slave... round up the mindless ones and bring them into one of the undamaged cages. Do so, and I'll let you lick the blood from my fingers~" She hummed, her eyes glowing a dominant crimson, the pain in the creature she half 'sired' grew intense around the area she had bitten. As it was, the former guard was at least thirty pounds lighter than he was days ago, with hollow, vacant eyes that were small embers of flame compared to her cosmic energy. They were starving, her unwitting pawns. she didn't remember him for he wasn't worth remembering... but when this all started she had nearly drained the man of blood, and while he twitched... ready to die... she shared only a small fraction, enough to make him into a slave for blood... her slave. Much like the women whom they were selling. She had sired many of their rank, but, let the others become sacrificed for the pack she was creating. They were far more intelligent, but not so much that they would think to try and oppose Millaarc's commands... they looked a tad healthier than the others... a sign of their intelligence and their greed. They were vicious.

"Ahh..." she moaned, laying out on the satin sheets, feeling her "Pet" squirming around, still very much alive. Mr. Merchant man, or one Gregory Diggory of Ithteca City did business with a man that was utterly useless in every capacity... but what he lacked in the talent of his forebears, he made up for... with his genetics. Specifically, his ancient DNA. Forerunner blood was very rare, supposedly very delectable- even more so than Elvish blood. Millaarc herself had only ever had a Forerunner quarter blood, and though it was during her younger years... perhaps around the 1890s, or early 1900's... she can still remember its taste upon her lips. It was her mother's fault for the near extinction of their race. After the demons drove them out of their ancestral homes in the 1300's or so, they migrated and mingled with commonfolk. Then they spilled blood in Galiavan's cold teet of the Far North with the Scardians... where her mother spectated with the brood, the now disjointed cousins and branching bloodlines of Noble Vampires that now only ever cross one another on a blue moon...hahah mind the vampire pun, all things concerning the azure moon Azula- permanently damaged by the Revered Caitiff- a vampire of low born, non-noble blood, outcasted or expelled from their clans... or most commonly, one who was not born, Vampire.

This Revered Caitiff however is seen in the eyes of her people, Noble and lowborn alike, as a Hero of the Noctivagus, for all vampires. Low born look to him as a false hope of being accepted as a true vampire, and Nobles bow in reverence for the noble deed he committed for our kind. The rumors are... sparse, and far between. He was a mortal who was granted ancient blood, and in exchange he destroyed the Azure Moon with a malicious negative aura, a weapon that took in the vapors of the planet Galiavan, creating the massive fissure that all Galiavanites can see whenever the skies darken... the hole in Azula, the Azure Moon that permanently scarred its surface; deforming it into the sacred crescent shape its been for the last three hundred and seventy five years!

Thanks to the Revered Caitiff, also known as the The Reaper by some due to Azula becoming Scythe shaped in his fury, all vampires have now permanently become empowered regardless of what moon phase Azula is in. Crescent moons allow vampires to perform at their very best since they populated Galiavan. Supposedly, her mother's incestuous parents, who were both of the founding and related bloodlines of Dracul and Bathory, along with two other forgotten clans had put a spell on their race during a time where they were few... and many other manner of man and God wanted to purge the wandering vampires from an early, Galiavan's rocky surface. The great elders of each clan did not want to fight the Primals, the War Gods, the superstitious primitive races of man, and the keener, more trouble worthy Elvish and Forerunner, and the now very rare or very dead race of lizard like men that some believe may have devolved into dinosaurs and dragons if they were not entirely wiped off the face of the planet. This 'spell' made the vampire race appear more human, our powers easier to hide in plain sight. However, it meant that we were diluted, only ever able to go full bar and more during nights of a crescent moon...

Mother used to say it seemed like a good idea at the time... but as the years went on, and their presence was no longer threatened and the noble houses were able to rebuild from what was taken from them... everyone knew deep down, this was no spell of protection than it was a curse to keep us in check. When the De Voure Family realized this, they attacked their own elders. A war broke out, and much vampire history was loss in the ashes of vampire cousin and relative alike. Two of the Elders achieved true death due to that senseless squabble, bringing the attention of the Forerunners and one of the War Gods... many more were slain. It wasn't till after the chaos, did our people realize in their hubris... the only way to undo the spell was by having each elder present. The four who cast the sheath upon our kin, were the only ones who could remove it. Poetic irony... She mentally recounted her mother's tale, a younger woman in that time while Millaarc rubbed her crotch, feeling Greg squirm within yet and thus heightening her mood. She licked her lips playfully as she reflected thusly the fate of the vampires after that.

With no 'parents' to guide us, due to the dissection of the great Four Great Elder Houses, the new clans formed. My mother sought this opportunity to spin this disaster around given she was the child of two Elders and almost instantly became a leader overnight. The woman, as a political ploy, even graciously took in the remnants of the De Voure Family who started the Elder War; 'I showed our people to not cast blame upon our cousins of the Devoure Family House of Cain. We were all the victims, and now two of our Elders have returned to the soil. The Elders have abandoned us, let us continue without them...' and thus they became a faction of the newly formed House Carmilla, named in my mother's honor. Queen Carmilla, leader of the House of the Dragon and Youthful, Immortal Beauty. However not all the vampires agreed with her. These other clans created their false Houses, and while humans warred with one another with and over their pretentious Gods, my mother slit the wrists of all who opposed her. That vacuum caused by the disbandment of their Elders was what we needed as a society given the harsh reality we as a species had to face. With her great charisma, we regrouped in the manner most sophisticated and sanguine... killing any and all for the sake of House Carmilla. Millarc's thoughts drifted again as her tight and moist walls clenched around the muffled screaming human deep inside her pussy. She chuckled darkly, and rolled to her side.

I suppose the betrayal of the De Voure Family was a set back, around the time I was born, they turned against Carmilla and returned to Cain, and they cast off their noble lineage for that of wandering. We do not hold a grudge against the De Voure Clan these days. In fact, most vampire scholars believe it was Cain who sired the Reaper, and with his command ordered him to lay waste to the Azure Moon... I think its bullshit the De Voure and Cain followers cooked up as propaganda to appease the new houses... still, mother did the right thing by slaying him... he would have only made things worse later. Now... there are no Progenitors, the True Elders are dead and forgotten by the masses, with only a few who were around at the time and of noble birth aware of this like myself. With the moon forever turned crescent shaped, we were freed albeit of our ancient curse without the need of the Four Great Houses' Elders to remove it... but I suppose Cain had the last laugh. With our powers resupplemented, the War Gods sealed away, the Primals forgotten and left weakened, and the tragedy of Galideno City, Lux, and the Onyx City... the shadow the of the Noctivagus became a dark, menacing blight. Rumors of our involvement of the city's destruction, that post-war-era patriotism bred resentment to our kind. The Vampire Hunters came perhaps ten years into our empowered rule. We defended the first attack, successfully. Too successfully. We were not seen by the mortal communities as a kingdom, but as monsters. We were hunted down mercilessly after that. And the driving knife was that blasted Valor Clan... rejected from Scardia and whatever backwoods grotto of Izhevesk the mortal clan of Valor was our greatest rival. They were hunters before the destruction of Azula, and they were the most experienced in slaying our kin. It was they who destroyed many great noble houses or lay them to ruin. The Countess Katarina lost much of her clan and even her manor to the Valor, as did the De Voure whom were attacked the most due to the propaganda they had spread... the fools got what they deserved. Mother did not wish to continue her rule, instead whore herself and indulge in the blood wine. We became drifters again... She sighed, and then smirked, as she felt Gregory kicking her. She giggled amorously as she closed her eyes...

In the span of three centuries, our species became fractured like the icy halls of mother's keep in the Southern Deadlands... mother and I did not see one another for many centuries when I got the word... Mom wanted to bring the clans together, under one, unified purpose. A call to arms. Backed by Countess Katarina and the members of Clan De Voure, like Kirsten and Elvira, we all returned to meet at the icy keep. My mother may not have been a great leader during times of peace... but she was revered for grandfather's taste for war. We assembled a large coven, the biggest war party of vampires since the Elder Wars... it was almost overkill. She licked her lips, feeling double pleasure of recounting those events in the 2620's and Greg squirming around inside her squishy well...

With some help from the underground criminal group known as Shadow Law and our fellow vampire ally Aduwala Kyriesama setting into motion what is historically known as the Beijio Civil War, most demon hunters turned their weapons against their fellow man for support of one or the other... and left no eyes to fall upon the base of operations of the Valor's who all populated the Twin Mountains outside Jemial City. We descended upon that hic town, laying low. We spied for many weeks, learning the whereabouts of every Valor... the brood lived as a tight 'Clannad' a pseudo Leprechaun and Scardian phrase that meant 'family'. Ironically similar to how House Carmilla had lived before they came along to sack it. So we waited till nightfall with the bulk of our army ascending the Twin Mountains, while those in town waited for the sound of gunfire and screams. In a surprise, pincer attack, our forces invaded the sanctuary of the Clannad of Valor, and at the same time those stationed in Jemial mutilated the populace down. Ghouls filled in where our pure blood and Caitiffs fell. It took three days, but we killed every last Valor on the planet... and sent assassins after the ones who escaped or were not present. No one could send an army to stop us, Tenik too fixated on the War to care, so long as we stayed clear of the company's reactors and businesses. The nearest cities of Ithteca and Danton were too far away to send aid, our agents were impeccable in keeping the affair quiet from outside eyes and ears, slaying anyone who got too close. By the time we were finished, and had our bloody fill... the twin mountains were painted red with Valor blood, and Jemial fell into decay, becoming 'Roughland'. The news of our victory reached ears a day after we left, and by Dracul's beard... did we revel in it. Like the sandy paths of the twin peaks, we soaked that information in like blood, and it was the greatest moment we had in this 2600 era... She rolled onto her back and smiled lewdly. She remembered the blood... she ate one of the young, handsome prime Valors whole... he was delicious. "Still... one got away. Vincent bloody Valor, who is nothing but a joke these days after we fucked over his career a couple years ago. Nothing but a quack, his status of being a war hero fell quickly over night and now I hear he teaches at a dilapidated school somewhere in Beijio just to drive himself further in the bottle!" She giggled maliciously. The vampires returned to the Blood Stained Keep down south, but... without her mother. Carmilla vanished not too long after the destruction of Clannad Valor... and Millaarc knew why.

Her eyes reopened, half level, her irises filled with crimson fire. "...Reiri."

Her little Caitiff sister... who refused to join the glory of battle alongside her fellow kind killed their mother. She didn't understand why Reiri was mother's favorite... was it due to the fact she sacked Beijio in 1935 after being picked on by mortals? That she worked with the Forerunner Chesluk, the ancestor of the one she sought after in this modern era, to create a cure for the Beijionese Tuberculosis Plague in the 2200's which kept our cattle alive? Why did she care for someone who didn't bat a lash for the society, her ancestry and family built? She was no sister of hers... it pained Milla to be even related by blood to that tease! Her claws began to tear into the fabric, and Gregory would feel almost like he was being crushed to death by her aggressive moist and fleshy walls!

It was then, the starving Caitiff she had ordered earlier returned, grabbing her hand without permission to lick from it...when she back handed him. The force of which not only spun his head completely around with a sickening crack, the force removed the upper half of his skull away from his lower jaw! The sagging flesh that had everything from the nose up flapped against the back of his neck while his tongue flapped helplessly against the bloody lower jaw with exposed teeth that never got this much sunlight now clearly visible. The dull fangs of the creature retracted as he, still alive for fleeting moments, tried to reach up and correct the injustice given to his damaged head... but being newborn, being Caitiff to the eyes of the Vampire Nobility whose responsibility was not to teach these scum how to heal grievous wounds without tribute... he would not realize by being this starved, his natural healing process would be meaningless; it required the ability of recalling the lost blood and flesh to the wounds by using the magic that flowed within the vampire's body to essentially stitch one's self back together...

His gurgling snapped her out of it, and released the pressure on Gregory, who almost snapped in half, as she turned to the creature she had enslaved with an open palm. The monster hissed as she slowly closed her fingers into a tight grip. "You were not given the right to touch me, pawn. I bid you a true death." She then clenched tighter, her hold on the creature's heart through her manipulation of his blood with the trace amounts of her own swimming within his collecting at his heart before having said blood transform into spikes with the hardness of diamond- driving each into the foul heart till it resembled a pin cushion! The man's chest exploded due to this force, and within seconds, his entire body burst into red mist and ash... his bones piling up within the ash pile...

She sighed... shaking her head. "I hope you serve me better my pet..." She says to Gregory, pulling off her panties, she then parted her neather's lips to allow air in... she could not let her anger of her 'extended family' be her own undoing with her plot involving Chesluk... after all, his delicious blood did more than taste good... it opened doors. Literally. "Now... squirm more for me! <3" She purred, giggling like a loon. She was going to keep him inside... for the next three days. Some breaks, perhaps when he was too quiet. She was going to break his mind... slowly but surely. She needed to take what the man was out, and then... little by little... piece by piece put him back together again, albeit...with some, modifications here and there to fit her needs. Some vampires had easier methods, turning a human into a smart Ghoul by giving them blood, but she found that wasteful. No... she'd do it the old way. The Dracul way. Time, patience, and through suffering. She would break him to the point he forgot why he was afraid, she'll turn him hollow enough to fill in that gap with nothing but unabashed loyalty. They said such servants were called a 'Renfield', who were on the thin line of Madness that was almost too Bathory... they would appear human, but protected under the vampire master's auspices... an intelligent ghoul could get you somewhere far greater than a blood crazed corpse. They were suitable for many things, aforementioned servitude, and emergency food ration. They were also entertaining, for now and then they'd crack at the surface just a tiny bit... and the thoughts of displeasing their masters hurt them more than any blood contract made through siring. She couldn't help but feel... excited for the next three days results... in many ways than one.

"Hrm... well this place's a mess..." sighed Kon, who leaned on his side among the blood stained ruins of the camp. "No food... no liquor... no women... no nothin', just sand and useless trinkets not worth the hassle..." the giant, 15'6 yokai exclaimed, while playing with a goblet, leaning on the thick carpets that was once some harem master's bed, but... the harem and the master were gone or being eaten by the flies outside the tent. "Ugh... vampires by the looks of it... damn leeches stealin' me riches... they could have at least left crumbs..."

Verial The Void Dragon wrote:

Verial The Void Dragon wrote:

With that, his power surged like massive tidal waves, the veins of Void energy expanded, and the mountain exploded again with volcanic fury.



And Verial grew, becoming a titanic colossal dragon, who's dark indigo power spread like a miasma across the mountain, and down across the dunes of the desert.



"Allow me to be the first to welcome you to the end of all things." his deep reverberating voice travelled across the desert like rolling thunder, Oichi was seated at the crest of his crown of horns, and she could see a new light emanating from the monster's eyes, before a pair of beam lances erupted from them in a blinding flash of light and a retort of sound that rumbled the world.

The tent blew back with extreme force!

"WHAT!?" Kon screamed, covering his face with his furry arms... the camp blown away by the pressure of some sort of beam which shot out from Mount Risa!



"What... huh? How in Benzi Makai did I miss, THAT?!" The creature gasped.