Tristan's Nightmare

Smiling at Tristan’s whimpers, she stripped him slowly to reveal his slim quivering body. Viregna, the insatiable serpentine demon, whose presence was feared and revered, trailed her greedy fingers down Tristan’s body. Her smile grew as Tristan’s whimpers became gasps. She pressed a hand against Tristan’s chest. She slithered between Tristan’s legs. Her smooth skin rubbed against Tristan’s body. He tried to sit up in protest, but she forced him back down. His member already throbbing from his indecent exposure, from his horrid anticipations, all of which he despised and wanted. Viregna’s form arched over Tristan. She planted a hand next to Tristan’s head, the other still clasped his chest. Leaning into Tristan, she hovered in front of Tristan’s face. They locked gazes and she could see his hate, his need, his fear, his want. Her long forked tongue slid from her parted lips, lively and luscious. She traced Tristan’s jaw with her tongue. Her body pressed up against Tristan’s. Her cold flesh smothered Tristan’s pounding member.

Her clawed hand raked down Tristan’s chest. He arched in pain, his throat strained against the scream he wanted to cry. She cackled and lowered her head over his chest. She ran her tongue through his spilled blood. Smothering Tristan, she wrapped her hand around his chin and locked him in a kiss. He protested with a muffed gasp, but it did little to prevent her from forcing her tongue down his throat. Her claws were placed menacingly against his throat if he chose to bite down. Tristan shivered with the feeing of her on his flesh, with her probing his mouth. But she pulled away, Tristian on the verge of giving in. Leaning back so that she sat between his legs, Viregna trailed her hand down his body. She brushed ever so lightly down the thick vein of Tristan’s member. Tristan’s hips surged forward. Her strong arms hooked under Tristan’s legs and she hoisted him upward. Her long tongue cradled his scrotum and then moved to circle around Tristan’s light entrance. Tristan cried out in shock. Viregna sneered as she forced her tongue deep into Tristan. His eyes rolled back, his stomach clenched and the walls of his rectum fought to force her out, but she pressed forward. Tristan’s quivers became quakes. Her long tongue prodded and rolled, balled and curled within Tristan. The strange stimulation within and the pressure against his prostate sent surges of pleasure through is body. Precum spilled from his member. She held his legs still while he clenched the sheets and his head thrashed from side to side. He released a low growl as he felt the pressure in his cock become overwhelming.

Releasing his legs, Viregna let her tongue slip from his entrance, strings of saliva spilled from Tristan’s puckered hole. She placed her hands on Tristan’s knees and leaned over Tristan’s member. Her tongue rolled from her mouth and barely touched his throbbing flesh. Saliva dripped over Tristan’s groin. Tristan groaned, he wanted release but she would not give it. Her tongue retreated into her mouth and she plunged forward. Her fangs glared brightly in the firelight. She bit into his flesh, Tristan cried in anguish as he felt her fangs sink into his thigh. Blood spilled from the massive artery that ran down his leg. She pumped him full of toxins, not her deadliest, but strong enough to induce hallucinations. The poison instantly spread through Tristan’s veins. His entire body tingled, and then burned with a cold fire. His mind became thick with a black fog. He groaned and moaned as he rolled side to side.

The world spun out of control. Bright red lights danced around the room, the ceiling appeared to shift and drip like water. Viregna clutched his member, and his nerves screamed with a rapturous sensitivity they had gained from her poison. Every minute touch was a mountain of euphoria. Tristan emitted drugged pants and moans as she assaulted his length with slow passes up and down his member. Instantly he ejaculated, his seed sprayed all over his body. The sensations practically fried his mind. But she hadn’t finished.

Slithering around his body, the friction of her scales causing an explosion of flames through out his flesh, Viregna wrapped herself around Tristan. She placed her hands on his shoulders. He was whimpering and shuddering under the effects of her poison. Her mound reached out and encased the head of his engorged member. He gasped. Molten fluid stirred in his heavy sack. Sweat spilled from his pours. Her vaginal lips pulled Tristan in slowly, working down his entire length meticulously. Her inner walls pulsated and wrapped skillfully around his member. An immense orgasm rushed through Tristan, his hips jolted forward. She laughed, her inner walls worked feverously. He was dry and the sensations of her pulsating walls were lashes of flames, which shot through his body. He cried out as the pleasure became too much. His mind flailed in pleasurable agony, his body convulsed with ever touch of his skin. His member became incredibly sensitive. The serpent demon wouldn’t cease her assault.

Her body heaved, she could feel the torture she put Tristan through. She fed off his suffering and her body soared to the unreachable orgasm. She knew it would never come, but she would hold on as long as she could. Tristan twitched under her, his mind was blacking out. His eyes fluttered and small gasps and moans escaped his clenched teeth. He lapsed in and out of consciousness, but his body still twitched with her stimulations.

She drew her claws across his chest. Blood spilled freely. His mind already consumed by his exploding member, he did not notice her claws grazing his flesh. She bit and nipped his body. Blood spilled from him in rivers. Tears cascaded down this tortured features. A deep rumbling moan escaped his lungs.

“Stop please . . .” he pleaded.

Her cold solid fist backhanded his cheek. His lip split, blood sprayed over the sheets. “Shut up!”

His member completely empty, Tristan’s body lurched with spasms. Her relentless grip around his length sent waves of torturous ecstasy. She arched her body to bear down on Tristan. She was reaching the highest she could. Angrily she sought release knowing it wouldn’t come. Under her Tristan cried in agony, his brain a mass of sparking frayed wires. His hips were pressed ever forward as she drove into him. She wrapped her arms around her body. Her claws dug into her own flesh. She carved her skin. Dark red blood sprayed over Tristan. Looking upward she screeched. The room trembled, Tristan’s body was arched on the bed. His lower body was encased in the demon’s long tail. Violently Viregna pushed herself away from Tristan. Her tail uncoiled and she fell next to Tristan. His entire body raw, Tristan lay there shivering. She laughed and brushed his member. His entire body convulsed. Slithering from the bed she approached a chest in the corner of the room.

She retuned to the bed. In her hands she held a black blade. “This is from Lucivio. Tristan, this will hurt,” she said with a soft and comforting voice. She raised the knife above Tristan’s chest. Forcefully she plunged the knife into his chest. Tristan screamed. She stepped back. The knife sunk into his chest, the skin closed around it as it disappeared into his body. There was no scar from the intrusion. A biting pain washed over Tristan’s flesh and traveled through his vitals. The pain took over his thoughts. He thrashed at the air. The pain became searing hot. Screams wracked his throat, tears poured from his eyes.

His vessels protruded from his flesh. A bump on his neck appeared and began to expand. Forcing its way, the bump grew hair and then eyes. A tear became a mouth and it joined in Tirstan’s screaming. It stretched and pulled away from Tristan as it tried to escape its imprisonment. A hand forced itself from the flesh of Tristan’s stomach. Another head pushed from Tristan’s hip. Tristan became a mass of contorted flesh. Four heads had emerged from Tristan’s body, all screaming as they forced their way from his body. Arms ripped free. They clawed at the bed, pulling their torsos free. Tristan couldn’t move, his mind was a swirl of pain and confusion. One by one they freed themselves of Tristan, who lay unconscious on the bed. Sweat coated his burning flesh, his nerves were in shock.

Four bodies had separated from Tristan. A man, a boy Tirstan’s age, another Tristan’s age, but strangely different, and a young boy the age of seven. Tristan convulsed on the bed, his chest heaved, and his heartbeat was frantic. Still he remained unconscious, his mind and body unable to cope fully with the stress his body went through. He looked like a lifeless dangling doll, being tossed around by a violent stormy wind. His raspy heavy pants, sounded like the wheezing of a desperate dying dog, wailing for help, abandoned and lost to the cruel and horrid world.

The strange individual, long black hair hanging over face and flesh huddled in a corner, weak and famished with indistinguishable features, making it impossible to determine whether those features were masculine or feminine. Subtle and sweet, the flesh seemed to shift and move, for a moment a woman: beautiful, smooth, and curvy; then suddenly a man: strong, sleek, and powerful. Shifting effortlessly between male and female, the creature moved restlessly, its skin flushed and filled out. Eyes fluttering, the creature awoke in a frenzy, its features shifted sporadically until it settled on a masculine appearance, which looked exactly like Tristan, even its feminine appearance looked like Tristan. The creature glanced around, tacit, aware, and waiting.

The boy Tristan’s age lay sprawled on the floor, his naked body shivering. He was a perfect replica of Tristan, perhaps more beautiful. His skin had a sleek and darker shine. When he opened his eyes, cautiously, tears spilled. Long thick eyelashes separated, revealing his solid red eyes. They were so deep, so vast that all entering light was lost in his atramentous sea of turbulent turmoil. His face was stoic, yet held a somber aura of everlasting pain. He looked at Tristan, twitching on the bed, and cried silently. His lips moved, but only sore air spilled from his throbbing throat. He grimaced slightly, but internally he wailed and screamed. His fists clenched, and he pulled his arms under his body. Soft sobs escaped his body, loud sniffles filled the air. His blood red eyes closed and tears cascaded to the ground.

The man had managed to crawl from the bed. He dragged his rigid body across the floor, cold and biting. Unable to stand, he growled in frustration. His eyes burned a midnight black. He laughed hostilely and grunted. His muscles strained, he growled as he pulled his legs up. Managing to drag his knees under him he pushed himself up. Kneeling, he revealed his robust, yet slender body. Every strand of muscle trembled as he fought to stay up. He looked like an order Tristan, icy, mature, and angry. The dark consuming fire in his eyes blazed and he stood forcefully. He stumbled to the wall and braced himself against it with one sleek extended arm. His long black hair, shimmering like obsidian rock, hung heavy over his face. He laughed, slowly at first, and then with more force. A low foreboding laugh, fraught with unfulfilled threats.

The seven year old by, frightened and confused, had shoved himself against the wall. He glanced about the room terrified. He wanted to scream, to run, to cry, but he held it down, unable to function, unable to think. His hands were wrapped around his knees, pressed tightly against his chest. His breaths were short, his eyes wide and teary. He bit his lip and fought the urge to cry. He wanted to scrambled to safety, but he feared scrambling, for danger of being caught. Safety, there was none, only the inner depths of his soul offered a sanctuary of remote comfort, so he fell deep within. He shut out the world for safety, for comfort.

Viregna released a ripping laugh. Interested in the man, she approached him. With her sharp claws she traced his jaw. He looked up at her with his black eyes. His features were blank of emotions. She smiled, revealing her sharp teeth. She leaned in close to him, her tongue searching for his flesh. Drops of saliva dripped onto his chest. His swift hand clutched her tongue. He kicked her hip back and shoved her to the ground with twisting, wrenching grips. He towered over her as he pulled her tongue from her hissing mouth.

“Sweet Viregna,” he sneered as he watched her flinch when he drove his dark claws past her scales and into deep red flesh. “Beautiful seductress, mistress of Lucivio, traitor against Lacricad, profaner of Caligo, our rich and vibrant world, your days are numbered. I will damn you for all eternity to an existence worse then the bowels of Lucivio’s domain!” The man’s face was twisted with anger, his body was electric, his eyes burning. “Lacricad himself will feast upon your wretched flesh and make clean what has been corrupted by Lucivio! Rejoice for I shall deliver you to your rebirth, welcome my touch, my soul, for I will make you one with Lacricad,” he hissed.

For the first time Viregna shuddered. Fear laced itself around her heart and she felt helpless under his gaze. He threw her against the wall and shoved his fingers into her every hungry mound. She tried to push him away, her inner walls tried to force him out, but he was too strong. Shrouds of darkness seeped from his skin, his eyes glowed with the darkness of midnight. His touch spread an unbearable coldness, which burned her flesh.

“Please no,” she begged. Tears spilled from her cold serpentine eyes. She tired to push against him, her arms outstretched, fingers digging, but he was too strong and he felt no pain.

The man laughed and shoved deeper into her. He was tearing her apart, blood streamed down her body. He leaned in, his naked body pressing against her own. Viregna, repulsed by his touch, shivered. She closed her eyes as he bit and nipped her neck. His hot tongue slid over her scales. She was sobbing silently. He held her with a tight grip around the throat. Her long serpent body wrapped around his leg, but she could not tighten for his skin burned with the icy fires of artic winds. He drove his fingers deep, his nails deeper. Her body, falling into ecstasy, was betraying her mind, whirling in pain. He bit into her breast, his teeth sinking around her nipple. She screamed and cried, but her fails were overpowered by his grip. Blood dripped from his mouth, from his dark smirk.

He pulled his hand from deep within her. His fingers wrapped around her shoulders and shoved her against the wall. Forcefully and mercilessly, he drove himself deep into her bleeding mound. Viregna, quivering, began to distance herself. Her eyes stared blankly across the room at a wall, dark and beautiful. His body pounding against her, he wrapped his fingers around her neck and latched them tight. Surprised, Viregna screeched. She grabbed his arms and struggled to push him away. Wild, sparking, and inflamed, he laughed hysterically as he chocked her. His stabs at her body became frantic and crazy. Her struggles fueled him on. Her eyes rolled, her tongue whipped about her chin.

Near, very near, his thrusts had more purpose, more desire. Her mind was fading, her body dying. In her distant moments of living she felt something strange boiling deep in her aching mound. Death ran her fingers down Viregna’s soul and kissed her. Viregna opened her eyes, filled with desperation and satisfaction. She let out a single gasp, her body clenched. Her first and her last orgasm ripped through her body. His tight hands muffled her screams, which came out as straining groans.

As her eyes closed and her body went limp he arched gracefully like drifts of twilling snow. His long black hair floated in the air, heavenly peace washed over his face. He sighed softly, his heart beat proudly. His muscles contracted sending cold seed deep into Viregna’s body. Her heart beat weakly as he lay against her. He held her lovingly, her head fell against his shoulder. He hummed to her as she slipped into death.

Placing her lifeless body on the bed, he stood tall. His burning dark eyes looked around the room at the others. He smiled and spoke with a misty breath.

“I am Necis, savior and prophet. Eversio of the outer-world.”