Chapter 7 - Flight

Alana was in a daze. Looking down, she concentrated on the hypnotizing movement of her feet, swapping places in a never ending dance. She felt the soft dirt give way under the soles of her boots, occasionally stepping over a dead branch or a rock. If only she could keep her mind focused on this monotonous activity. Maybe then, would she finally overcome the burning pain, searing through every nerve of her body. She felt the aching need flow through her. What had been sexual arousal at first, had become a violent, unfiltered hunger, like an itch that couldn’t be scratched and kept getting worse. She was sure, if she didn’t fight it, she would lose her mind. Accompanied by a thumping headache, the lust came and went, ripping her mind from her soul when it inhabited her body. The moments where her arousal retreated had become a rare blessing, letting her return to what was left of her old self. With cloudy eyes, Alana lifted her head slightly after the vertigo gripped her. She looked around, watching the skeletons of hundreds of scattered dead trees. Grim reminders of the forces of destruction that must have crossed this path. Her mind fluttered briefly to Groscenu, the plate armored warrior that had violated her so horribly that night. What she would give now for that sweet release. For the sensation inside of her… 
With force, she pulled her mind back, as she felt the wetness building between her legs. She looked at Ulrich, carefully trudging through the forlorn terrain. She watched him from behind, barely registering the boiling cauldron of emotions deep within her. She hated him in many ways. Here, before her walked the solution to her aching needs, and yet, he refused to give her what she so desperately needed. In her dazed stupor, she felt as though all problems would retreat, if only she could relieve herself. Rather, all other problems seemed insignificant. As if reminding her, the rope he had tied her hands with began cutting into her wrist. Trying to change the position of her arms, which dangled uncomfortably in front of her, she almost tripped. 
As Ulrich turned around to check on her, she felt sorrow rise up in her heart, seeing the ghostly emptiness in his eyes. He hadn’t slept for days and they had walked, and walked, and walked. She would have felt more sorry for him under different circumstances. 


Then Ulrich suddenly stopped. As he looked around the ground, he gestured towards Alana to do the same. Distracted by her internal fight, she didn’t register what Ulrich was looking at, for a while. Slowly her mind returned to her senses and she recognized the mosaic of footprints. Hundreds… Thousands… 


“Of course the army came through here. Why do you think the trees are burned down? Not exactly the weather for forest fires…” She felt some guilt, hearing the sarcasm in her voice that she had meant to drop from her tone.


“That’s not it…”, he answered with a degree of annoyance.


“Look at the prints. They’re all over the place.”


“I know Ulrich, that's wha-”


“They’re not going in the same direction!”


She saw it too now. It wasn’t just the chaos of the prints. The ground looked as though the entirety of Kislev City had held a market here. She would have almost believed it, if it weren’t for the many inhuman prints. Claws, paws, the slithering print of serpentine movements, others she didn’t want to picture.


In a quieter, reconciling voice, she added “Let’s just keep going. It can’t be that far to Merida’s waters right?”


Ulrich muttered, more to himself than to Alana. But he lifted his head and led the path. Far in the distance the inviting green of darker woods lured them in. Not that kislevite forests were the safest, but Alana felt exposed, crossing the dead woodland. 
As the first living trees appeared around them, Alana turned around on a hunch. The glare of the bright yellow sun made the desolate landscape almost disappear. And maybe it was the sun that highlighted a dark shape against its bright backdrop. First she thought it was a tree. Then she realized that it was moving… 


“Ulrich…” She whispered, lost in the image of the black shadow flickering in the light. Finally, she tore herself from it, turning back around to him.


“Ulrich!” She said, louder now. A flutter in her voice caused him to immediately perk up. As he turned around, he must have seen something in her face that caused him to worry. He hurried over her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
Alana turned back around squinting into the sun.


“I think I saw movement.”


Ulrich followed her gaze.


A sharp, searing pain drew through Alanas head as extreme nausea gripped her, forcing her to sink to her knees. She lifted her tied hands to her head.


‘Aaaalllllllaaaaannnnnnnaaaaa…………’


A whispering, faint voice drifted through the air like a gust of wind.


“It’s him…” She whispered. 


Ulrich pulled her to her feet. With no further questions, they began walking first, then running towards the edge of the forest. She felt him apporaching. Him, who had started this trial of hers. Groscenu. He had found her. He had come to finish whatever he had started.


Alana should have felt elation. After all, among other, worse things, he would fulfill her aching needs somehow. And yet, an overwhelming sensation of panic and fear had drowned out everything else. She felt that her survival was dependent on him not getting to her. Deep down she knew the trickery of the state she was in. It was meant to lure her back to him. Old Alana had broken through the glass wall and was fighting whatever else had settled inside of her soul. 
For now, she ran. Again and again, she nearly fell, just regaining her balance at the last moment. She cursed her constraints. As she yelled to Ulrich to free her, he just urged her on. Then, after her continuous barrage of curses that would put a sailor to shame, he halted. As he whipped out the knife and waited for her, she heard the faint gallop of horses. She halted briefly beside Ulrich, who frantically began cutting her ropes. 
The rise of yelling and screaming drew over to them. She could distinctly hear the muffled sound of their voices underneath their huge plate armored helmets. She watched Ulrichs shaking hands, which had barely sawed through the first few strings of rope, many of which were braided together. As he lifted his head to look at their pursuers, he dropped the knife. With more curses, he began pushing Alana into a run again. There was no time. Lifting her still tied hands to her bouncing breasts she began sprinting as fast as she could, all the while hearing Ulrich panting behind her.
Then they broke through the first bushes. She heard the neighing of demonic horses, expecting to feel a sword in her back at any moment. Ignoring the pain of the many branches cutting into her, as she jumped and zig zagged through the forest, she finally lost the sound of their thumping hoofs. As she turned around to check on Ulrich, her shoulder caught a branch, extending from a low hanging spruce tree. With a loud tear, she felt the wood cut through the cloth and skin of her shoulder as it caused her violently to halt. Trying desperately to get the stuck pieces of her dress away from the branch, she fought her constraints all the while cursing Ulrich for tying her hands. Then he was beside her. With a forceful rip, he pulled the fistful of cloth from her dress that was still tangled up. Before he could urge her to move on, she was running again, barely feeling the bloody cut. 
As the forest closed in around them, they chose a narrow path downhill, in what looked like an overgrown walking track. Alana felt her torn dress slip off her side as she ran, cursing again as she unsuccessfully tried using her bound hands to fasten the torn cloth while running. As she fought her clothing a second time, her feet slipped on a moss covered rock. Falling on her butt first, she tried using her hands to break her fall, failing once again due to the rope tied around her wrists. Hearing Ulrich yell behind her, she began tumbling downhill. A massive thump hit her in the center of the belly, pushing all air from her lungs. Then, the ground underneath her was gone. A split second later, she saw that she had gone over a ledge, the overgrown bushes flying towards her as she hit the ground hard. 
At that moment, her adrenaline left her body. She felt every bruise and cut. Coughing and desperately trying to fill her burning lungs with air, she cowered on the ground for a moment. Then, she got up as Ulrich slipped and tumbled down the hillside to where she was now standing. She checked her limbs and felt with relief that she probably hadn’t broken anything. Her dress had been nearly reduced to a bundle of rags. It had cuts and tears everywhere. She felt a huge tear from her neck down to her hip, where she had got stuck on the branch. Cold air pushed against her skin there and she could feel it barely holding on to her shoulder. A breeze whipped it around her thighs and she felt it no longer restricted around her waist. If the situation would have been different, she would have been shocked and embarrassed to realize that half of her right butt cheek was showing. 


“No way …they’re following… us down here…”, Alana said between panting breaths. 


Ulrich rested his hands on his knees, as he leaned over, shaking his head.


“No chance. Still… need to… keep going… though…”


Alana nodded and prepared herself to start walking when she heard a new sound she couldn’t quite point out. Looking at Ulrich, she realized he had perked up too. It sounded like a distant flapping… What the hell… What was that?


Wings…


They both looked up in time to see a hulking image appear above the hill Alana had just fallen down from.
Alana shuddered as she recognized what had caused the sound. Huge, purple leathery wings flopped through the air. The thing they grew out of, landed on the ledge above them. It didn’t take her long to recognize him. The same metal plates covered a vast figure. A helmet, adorned by large ebony horns that swung around and nearly met again a foot above the top of his head. Groscenu. But he had changed too. His arms and legs were gone. Almost gone. They had grown into long writhing elongated limbs. Snakes that slithered and moved with a will of their own. The steel plates that had covered his limbs were still attached to them and had grown into his flesh. Scaly purple outgrowths had begun enveloping the material, as if absorbing it slowly. Memories flooded her as she recognized the extremity between his legs. Somehow, his immense cock had grown still, swaying and coiling in a demonic dance with his other limbs. As it drew in her gaze, her arousal returned with force. This time it did not fill her with pain, as her knees grew weak. Memories of that distant pleasure filling her, enveloped her mind as she felt warmth growing between her legs. While she wondered why she had even tried to escape, she felt the wetness between her lower lips. Distantly she felt Ulrich’s hands on her shoulders, shaking her. Ignoring him, she closed her eyes as the coiling brace around her thigh began moving in circles. Waiting, anticipating, she remained there frozen. Ulrichs distant yells barely reached her mind. She couldn’t make out his words, although he seemed very distressed. It didn’t matter to her now. She was ready. Her little living bracelet seized now, dropping from her. She didn’t need it anymore. It had kept her ready for him. 
A jot of annoyance sparked through her, as she felt Ulrich yank her head back and force her mouth open. Silly boy. What did he intend to do when she faced her destiny?


Her senses flooded through her as a vile tasting liquid ran down her throat. She coughed and screamed as liquid fire engulfed her insides. Through tears, she saw a flask in Ulrichs hand. Merida’s water. Before she could form another thought they were running again. The violent flapping of huge wings behind her… above her, as they broke through the undergrowth. She felt herself struggle against the ever thicker growing bushes. Ulrich was infront of her, gripping her hand so hard that it felt numb, as he yanked her through the woods. Then she heard the crackling of breaking branches and swooping, growing in intensity. She turned her head in time to see the hulking demon warrior had broken through the treetops, landing a few feet behind her. As panic gripped her she began running faster. For a few steps. Then she felt cold flesh wrap around her ankle as her body hit the dirt. Screaming and kicking, she reached out to grip anything in her reach. Frantically she looked down, to see one of the purple tentacles had wrapped around her foot, pulling, as she slid over the forest floor, towards her pursuer. Then, in a blur, Ulrich appeared beside her. The demon recoiled, as the holy water hit his flesh, sizzling the skin in a disgusting purple steam. And before she could gather a thought, they were up again, running. 


“YOUR FLIGHT IS FUTILE”, the metal voice thundered through the woods.


Again the flapping of wings. Again a thousand branches scratching her, as if trying to hold her back. 
Then suddenly, Ulrich stopped, holding out an arm to catch Alana. Her breath caught in her throat, as she came to a standstill beside him. They stood on a cliff's edge. A vertical rock face dropped about a dozen feet. Below her, Alana could see the glimmering surface of a pond, almost hidden by the thick undergrowth of the dark green sea of trees that expanded to the horizon.
A massive thump vibrated through the ground as something heavy landed behind them. Groscenu towered several feet above them. Behind the eye slits in his helmet, a swirl of blackness stared back. 
It was over. Alana had known from the second she had sensed him. He would find her, wherever she went. He had planted his seed in her and had sealed her fate. Whatever she would have to give him, it had been his all along. It would be his for eternity. 
As Ulrich jumped in front of her, shielding her, she softly put her hand on his shoulder. Ignoring her gesture, he drew a pathetic little knife. Shakingly, but definitely, he stared down the demon. 


“You’ll have to kill me first, demon…”, he spat, despite the fear that caused his voice to flutter. Then, with a quick step forward, he fainted a stab with his knife. But instead of following through, his concealed other hand shot forward with a little flask, gripped tightly. 


Nothing came out. Ulrich deflated. He didn’t even look shocked or surprised sd tiredness fluttered in his gaze. He turned to Alana, almost apologetically. 
Faster than he could react, the winding coiling purple extremity, that had been Groscenu’s right leg, shot out, pushing hard against Ulrichs chest. As he tumbled into Alana, she stepped back to catch her balance. But her back foot never touched the ground. For what felt like an eternity, she felt herself leaning backwards, until all she could see was the sky. They both went over the edge then. But as the horrible realization of falling hit her, she violently jerked to a stop. With a nauseating feeling, she lifted her head, which brought the ground below her in sight. She saw Ulrich floating on the water's surface. Dazed, she swayed there, upside down, wondering why she was still hanging in the air. Then she looked in the opposite direction, towards the sky. Ice touched her soul, as she saw the snake that had coiled around her calf. She began shaking, trying to move, but the weight of her own body made it impossible for her to fight, as she swung slowly back and forth, like the heretic on the gallows. Self consciously, she felt the torn dress flutter around her thighs. Gravity had pulled it up to her upper thighs, which caused her a great deal of irritation now. Her tied hands gripping the edge of her dress, she pushed it between her legs, trying to cover up what might have been exposed to her tormentor on the ledge. 
As Alana began contemplating how to bargain with him, she felt movement on her feet. Looking up, she saw him standing right on the edge. His eyes were fixed on her, staring down over the barrel of steel that was his body. Indistinguishable, the purple snakes slid over the ledge. Impossibly long, they kept slithering around like blind leeches, searching her out. When they found her legs, they began moving down her body in coiling motions. She felt the heat of their bodies, as they slid around her calf first, enveloping her knees and wandering up the soft flesh of her thigh. One explored further up her body than the others. Beneath her dress, Alana felt its searching touch, as it moved up her hip, past her waist. It slid around the back of her shoulder, finding her neck, where it began wrapping itself around her throat. Panicking, she began breathing quicker as she felt it constricting her airways. It squeezed her so tight, she barely felt the next tendril slide up her back. When she thought she would lose consciousness, Alana felt a hard tug. The second searching limb had grabbed the back of her dress and began pulling it. The constriction around her throat eased off, as she felt the torn, ragged dress being pulled off her body. With a final jerk, it was ripped free from her. The reality of her situation hit her harder now, as she felt the whipping cold winds on her body. Still dangling slightly back and forth, she felt her full breasts pulled down by gravity. Pushed together by her bound hands, they  hung uncomfortably against her throat. The icey wind cut into her sensitive nippels, that had been comfortably warmed beneath the layers of cloth just a moment ago. She felt them rapidly pulling together, hardening against the harsh temperature. As the tight coiling grip around her thighs tightened, the two exploring snakes coiled around her waist. Realizing that her legs were being opened against her will, she began fighting and screaming. Her motions were limited though. Shaking with fear, but also some deeply hidden anticipation, she watched more tendrils wander over the ledge between them. These were different. They did not end in pointy tails, like the others. Two of them had huge openings grow out of their end. With disgust, the image of a dying fish, gulping for life, entered Alana’s mind, as she watched the searching black mouths, opening and closing. They were rimmed by wet black flesh that reminded of lips. With overwhelming disgust, Alana arched her back, trying to push away from them, as they grew longer, moving towards her face. Screaming, Alana turned her head, dreading the touch of the demonic black mouths, but she felt nothing for a second. Then, with a shiver, she felt wetness on her breasts. Shakingly, she looked up at her body. The tentacles had placed their black rimmed lips around the front of her breasts. She barely felt anything besides a cold wetness on her areolas as something within the demonic mouth glided over her hardened nipples. Then, with a gulping, swallowing motion, it began sucking on her tits. She watched as it pressed into the soft abundant flesh of her milky white melons. Between a gap in the two sucking mouths, she saw the final limb come her way. One, she knew intimately. The glistening dark purple crown of his humongous horse cock had extended out from its foreskin as it made its way between her thighs. Alana tensed, waiting for the distantly familiar sensation of being ripped apart by him again. Instead, she felt him lifting her, pulling her legs apart farther and farther. The muscles in her thighs tensed painfully, as she was forced into an upside down split. Although she thought of herself as being flexible, she hadn’t done a split in a very, very long time. As pain shot through her inner thighs, she contracted her core, pushing herself forward to look between the snakes that were sucking on her tits. Horrified, she saw right between her wide open legs. Like an offering to her demonic tormentor, her pussy was exposed in front of him. The way her legs were being spread apart, caused the lips of her vagina to open slightly, offering him a good look at the little pearl, pushing through her lips and the way her inner folds opened around her hole. Inches away from her red quim sat the tip of his cock, pulsating and shaking, preparing to strike. The suckling on her tits intensified, as she felt a familiar sensitivity in her nipples, that sent the warmth of arousal through her body. Sucking in bigger gulps, she watched as the mouths pulled increasingly hard on the soft skin of her fleshy tits. When the old familiar warmth of arousal began washing through her body, she watched the animalistic penis finally moving to touch her. At first, it extended to her lips, pushing them apart gently as it made contact. Then, it wandered along her slit, upwards to her clit. Alana exhaled sharply, as the little hole on the end of his cock enveloped her clit. Then, it began to suck. And with it, all of Alana’s unfulfilled arousal of the past weeks returned. She felt electricity radiating through her, reaching every nerve ending in her body, as her hypersensitive clit buckled under the pressure. Twirling, pulling and pushing, the alternating motions filled her pussy with the natural lubrication of her wild arousal. She felt it running down her belly, as she began quivering in pleasure. With fiery hunger, she began moving her hips, trying to increase the pleasure on her bean. All the while, her rock hard nipples added to her arousal, as the unnatural suction squeezed her tits into the gaping black mouths. Her first orgasm came out of nowhere. Violent uncontrollable shaking overcame her hips, but nothing could force the determined tentacle off her clit. The touch on her most intimate parts, almost felt painful, when she came violently. She began shaking harder and harder, even feeling her slide through the grip of the snakes holding her legs. Then, his penis retreated for a second. Slowly, she regained her senses, as her aching body calmed. She had very little time to recover, as she looked back between her legs in time, to watch the horsecock approach her pussy once again. This time it went straight for her vagina. Pushing against her lips first, Alana was certain it wouldn’t fit. It became almost painful, despite her arousal, as his tip pushed hard against the lower part of her lips. Then, she felt it harden for a second, as it slowly squeezed her folds apart. With a painful exhale, Alana felt the initial tightness of her cave give as his monstrous erection pushed her into new dimensions. At the same time, she felt juices running down her body as he slowly crept into her. Past her tight entrance, she felt his bulbous head work inside of her, touching walls that hadn’t been touched. Her legs began spasming as she instantly entered an orgasmic state. Drugged and dazed she felt the peak of a never retreating orgasm, as he began pulling back out. She froze and came back to her senses every time he stopped. He would play with her, feeling her senses begging for his movement as he then pushed back into her again, sending her back into the blissful seas of pleasure. Whispering, stuttering, she begged him to never stop. Through tears of pleasure, she watched his veiny shaft disappear between her outstretched lips, she felt the veins and bumps on his huge tentacle as it stroked her inner walls. Everytime his fat head pushed through her tightest spot, her legs spasmed with uncontrolled fervour, almost overwhelming her in pleasure. And so, Alana, hung there, upside down, what felt to her like an eternity. An eternity of orgasms as the demonic horsecock plunged deep into her wet cave, retreating out of her until his fat head nearly popped out of her red lips, just to plunge back into her again.

