"What a waste of a perfect specimen of a man", I grumbled when I teleported back to base. "And it was a shame that all of the blood had to go back in, I could've had so much fun.."
I had paused briefly in the hallway to reminisce on today's activities. Shuddering at the thoughts that would swim across my mind, I shivered with the tingly sensation working its way down my spine. I giggled much like a schoolgirl about this boy, the ways I would provoke him, the way he would tremble underneath me... Oh, but let's not get distracted, I did, in fact have a job to do. Time to get back to work, I thought, that boy was a venomous tangent. As I walked down the long hallway, one of those disgusting Bokoblins rushed to my aide and pulled my mantle off, much too harsh for my liking. I turned with the glowering face of the dark lord himself and smiled sourly. The poor soul shook with a mighty intensity, he knew what happened to servants who did not take care of their master. Lately I'd been a bit lax on the murder, servant blood didn't amuse me as much anymore. Human blood, however, that was a delicacy. I snatched up the little wretch with my fist, dragging him down the hallway as he flailed and screamed. "Hush, child, screaming will only make your punishment worse," I sighed. Looking back into the eyes of my victim, I became severely annoyed with the soulless screams he delivered. It just wasn't the same as that boy. As I was dragging him down to the cells, I noticed that my mantle was being thrashed about by this filth. The dried blood from previous victims lay splattered among the walls. I had them painted white purely for the beautiful contrast in my earlier days. The killing was quick with these idiots, they were mindless drones following orders, I felt no need to waste my time on these infidels. However, things change, and this time it was going to be different. I tossed the howling red blob into the cell, snatching my cloak from the hands of the monster, tossing it onto a bench nearby. Examining my surroundings, the white stone walls excited me, but the medieval aged weapons on the walls sparked my interest. I had just noticed them. I assumed they were there the entire time and I'd never taken the time to use them. This would prove to be entertaining. Snatching a thin black rod coated in spikes, I teleported into the cell where the panicky minion hid in the corner farthest from me. My heart began to flutter as I stalked closer to the shrieking Bokoblin. I saw Link's face flash in front of me with every pounding heartbeat coming from the recess of my chest. The overwhelming scent washed over me and I closed my eyes to reminisce the beautiful cries and smell of the boy. I froze in my tracks. The screaming stopped, good. My head was spinning. This boy was intoxicating! The mere sight of him-, the thought of him, it drove me wild, and drunk with thoughts of torture I began practicing painful methods on the Bokoblin. Most were loud and bloody. Of course not as appetizing on a Bokoblin as his pretty face, but once I had humiliated him the sight of his misery would send me into ecstasy. I felt an overwhelming need I'd never felt before to see him again. I wanted to touch him, smell him, hear his moans, his screams- good god this boy had driven me to obsession and we'd only met twice. I felt a painful throbbing in my lower half I'd not felt so badly in ages. I wanted this boy. I would beat him within an inch of his life, just to bring him back again and again and again, he would be mine and mine forever. Relishing in the thought, the broken Bokoblin mustered up enough strength to make an attempt at an escape through the cell door. I turned and observed the semi-limbed monster scratch at the door and bleed profusely. "Tsk, tsk tsk," I sighed. "Did you not see me teleport in here? I commend your effort. I really do. But you're just too darn willful, and that, my dear, will be your downfall," I breathed as I narrowed in on my prey. With a swift swipe of the club across the chest, the monster hacked up mass amounts of blood and sputtered and spat on the floor. Picturing Link like that made me positively giggly. I would love for him to kiss me with his dying breaths, panting and begging for me to stop. I could take him as he writhed in pain, screaming to the dear goddess to answer his shrieking prayers. They were not going to be answered as long he remain with me. I smiled to myself as the Bokoblin fell to the floor on its knees. It looked up at me, eyes pleading to take it out of its misery. I stood there. I wanted to let it bleed. To feel everything. I knelt down to its face, with a pitiful expression. "Oh, poor thing, what did that bad demon do to you?" it responded with gurgled coughs. "he ripped out your throat? Is that it?" the servant's eyes widened and before it could shriek one final time I thrust at its neck to dig my hand into its throat and yank out its vocal cords. I smiled as it fell over, lifeless, bleeding out and quiet.
I teleported to the master bedroom. If anything in that drab fortress were to have some sort of comfort it would have been my bedroom. Thinking of torturing the sky child, I grinned as waves of ideas flooded my head and I moved myself to the bed to remove my suit. My manhood became apparent within moments of thinking of the boy. It's a shame this is what I have to resort to, Bokoblins are filthy and I would never even foster the idea of sexual practices on them. Nevertheless, I would get my hands on that sky child whether he like it or not (preferably the latter). Forcing myself into him, the idea of aggression with this boy made me shiver. I reached downwards to my throbbing member meeting it halfway. I, honestly still today remain impressed with its size. I smirked as he flushed pink and leaked out precum. This boy... What was wrong with me, why did he make me like this? I eased my hand onto my member and stroked strongly and slowly, stomach tightening as my mind roamed free into wild thoughts. I could feel him riding me, his tight ass violated by my selfish desires, every pulse, every pump, every delicious scream he let out after every thrust- I slicked my hand up and down my feverish cock and I could feel my entire body clench under my grip. "Nngh..!" I breathed. I huffed and panted, groaning to the memories of the sky child's delicious moans burned into my mind, sweet goddesses!- the way he would writhe under me and how his eyes would tremble! "Hnng..!" I arched my back and gripped the sheets with my free hand. Rocking my hips upward, releasing into the air an onto my stomach, I had never felt so erotic in my life. I felt I could go another round. Goddesses, I had never felt this type of desire for something before. Never wanted something so bad. I'd had women in the fortress before, but they'd never make me feel like this. I wanted to make him scream, to bend to my will. "Scream for me, Sky Child," I chuckled to myself, lost in my thoughts. "You're making this better for me."
Just then, a loud crash awakened me from my entranced state. What were those damned bokoblins up to? I sprung up from the bed and rushed out to the hallway, fully unclothed. "What in the devil is going on?" I shouted. Several bokoblins rushed down the corridor, bumbling and falling over each other. One of them reached me, growling and squealing like a filthy pig.I snapped my fingers and the once-demon leader spoke the tongue of the gods. "Master," he managed to choke out, "We've found her! She's with that dog–" the charm only lasted for a few moments. However I could feel my strength growing, for the night of the full moon where I could erect Demise from his hideous form, was only a few weeks from today.
"Enough. I thank you for your services." I turned to re-enter my room until I was stopped in my tracks by a monstrous burp. Snickers accompanied the disgusting function. I spun on my heel, hair whipping around along with me, and quickly strode up to the unsuspecting jesters. I lowered my face into a malicious grimace. All frozen with fear. Good. "Who did it," I glowered. My sensitive ears could feel the panicked, low hyperventilated breaths, each stone-frozen by my malevolence. No reply.
"I said, who did it."
Nothing.
"Very well then, I guess I'll just have to eat you all then considering at least one of you is filled to the brim.."
Just then, a bokoblin was pushed forth from the posse and they fled, leaving the lone monstrosity to me. "Considering you're quite full, I see no reason for you to eat. Speaking would be beyond your position anyway so... I guess I'll just keep you shut."
Other than a gorgeous demon lord, I was also a crude experimentalist. I liked trying out new methods of things, in general, and seeing that I had possibly the most free time in the realm and an endless supply of minions, experimenting and testing wouldn't hurt a bit. I knelt down and cupped the darling monster's face in my hands. Gently, so gently I held the monster, then shifted my left hand to his chin with an iron grip. Summoning a sharp needle and venomous thread from the realm of nothingness, I smiled with a malicious grin as I performed my crude surgery on the lips of the bokoblin who had decided to piss me off. Good Gods, this was messy work. I decided that I definitely needed more time and practice to perfect this. I wonder if I could string the boy up this way...
First off. I am so sorry for not updating this story. I HAVE however had this third chapter lying in one of my folders and I kept going back to it, editing, changing... a lot of this stuff is squeezed from my brain onto the screen. (Great author, I know u_u) It's been a year. A year. A YEAR IS TOO LONG TO KEEP YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE WAITING. I'll try to update more often. And second. THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT! Suggestions keep me running! PM or Anon asks at my tumblr ( miisou ) will see this story continues! Thanks so much! I know some of you are horrorshows like me! ideas ideas ideas!
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please don't hurt me sorry I was joking thank u