Book I: Boletaria Palace

Chapter 1: Free for One.
(Oral)(Masturbation)(MMMF)(Dirty)(Demon)


“..So the world might me mended..”

“..Might be mended..”

“Urgh..” The collapsed pile of cloth groaned while those words haunted her consciousness - stirring her from what seemed like an endless slumber. All that she could remember was a thick fog that had overtaken a section of Boletaria forest during her escort through with.. “Eh..Rosie!?” Finally the pile of cloth hopped up to her feet, nearly stumbling on her own robe, quickly scanning the courtyard of what seemed to be a deserted castle. “..Rosie..” She played an assortment of worst-case scenarios in her head all of which involved her being kidnapped and her guardian, a Temple Knight, being killed. Clasping her slender hands she prayed, “..In loving memory of Lady Rosie.. Rosie..Aah-ah.. Err..” She had forgotten her own escorts full name – not to mention knowing full well calling her 'Rosie' would have warranted her an ear full.

“Well, since I cannot confirm her death.. I guess I shall go look for her.. Or at least find a way out of here..” She gave a shiver. The deserted castle setting was eerie and it seemed, judging by the large portcullis shut behind her, she was locked in. She summoned all her courage, dusted herself off, and tugged back her hood. Delia, a daughter of the cloth. She had no other name – forfeiting her possessions, status, and namesake in honor of service to the creator. She was still in her teens, but it was easy to see why the Church took such a foolish girl as her in with open arms. An immaculate, round face set-off by big brown eyes, long curly blond hair displayed upon shoulders, and thick glossy lips. The robe she wore was custom fitted to the Creator's specifications, according to Father Keven. A particularly thin robe snugged her body - colored in the purest of whites and lined in the richest of golds. The robe was taken in appropriately to the aged perverts specifications. Instead of coming to the ankles Delia's robe halted at the knees. The excess material was used to snug the swell of her derrière and bountiful breasts, both of which would make even Saints stumble through prayer. She wasn't completely defenseless, of course, brandishing a mace granted it was a small mace – almost toy-like – to suit a girl her size.

She walked straight only for a few minutes avoiding piles of wreckage and stone. Finally she arrived at another portcullis which was also shut, or close to it. The gate was raised just enough that maybe she could crawl under. She gulped down some courage and assumed hands and knees and began her crawl forward. Her head had stuck itself under the gate, but the wiggle of her plump rump had enticed a visitor. “Uaugh-Aruuagh! Nyeeh!” Both her ankles were gripped tightly by bony hands. Her legs were jerked back and she was dragged along the dirty stone flooring until she managed to shake a leg free, kicking back wildly at whatever was assaulting her. She rolled herself onto her back once her opposing leg was freed with a well placed kick. Her attacker was exposed.

The thing seemed to be a shell of a man. All of its hair had fallen out, if it ever had any, and its feeble body was nothing but dark flesh and bones. “Bleeech.” The stench assaulted her sense – even burning her eyes. The apparent walking corpse fumbled trying to clamber back to its feet after it was delivered a rattling girl-kick. The scant bit of raggedy clothing it wore had fallen off its body. “W-Whoa, fella!” She eyed what was now exposed – a skinny, rock hard cock of similar coloring as his seemingly charred body. She tried to escape, kicking herself back with her legs until she had slid under the massive iron gate which promptly slammed itself to a shut behind her, nearly taking off her feet but also cutting her off from her only weapon – the mace she left behind.

“Whew!” She brushed her brow, nearly being rape-bait for the creature who still pursued her – walking like a brainless zombie against the gate. Its slender arms stuck through two of the many small square windows decorating the portcullis. The slender 'manhood' it wielded also stuck through. She almost started to feel sorry for it – then friends of similar design and condition stumbled in from behind it. They dropped their rusted weapons and hobbled toward the gate drooling and making all sorts of unintelligible noises. They weren't dressed either and were in a similar presentation as their friend and soon walking mindlessly against the gate, arms flailing through holes, and peckers wagging back and forth through one too. “..Pathetic creatures..” She lamented at the poor creatures doing their best to try to get a grip of her body.

She didn't know if it was the adrenaline, pity, or lewd upbringing that drew her closer, crawling back towards the gate, and analyzing the situation. She got as close as possible – she could smell the musk of the creatures manhoods dangling at face level. It tickled her nostrils and admittedly brought fire to her loins. They were all in similar length each sporting only four to five inches total. She reached a hand out forming a cup under the tip of the center dregling. Some of the clear, green liquid seeped out of its slit down onto her hand. It wasn't like the Holy Father's cum – this was more watery and, of course, green. “I guess I can't leave you guys like this, but no touching.. – I'm being nice!” It was almost cruel – they clearly couldn't reach her, but any consciousness they had would forgive her once her right and left hands reached out to the right and left musty, black cocks. She gripped as much hardened, rough cock-flesh that she could on her side of the gate. Her smooth, moisturized palms working the lengths, jerking what little additional length was available that wasn't gripped in her hand.

“Urraagh!” The two side dreglings seemingly cried out with delight, offering what could be smiles with only a few rotted teeth present. Her arms and wrists kept a steady pace, jerking the dry cocks which quickly started to bathe themselves and her hands in more of the green, watery pre-seed. She then tended to her initial attacker. Leaning in she sampled him – a light dab of her tongue. It was a mix of salty and sour – it was like a slimy piece of jerky. “Ah.. Eeh..Mm-mm..” It didn't take long for the 'holy' child to take the small bit of length into her mouth. He wasn't long enough to reach even close to the back of her throat, but that also meant she could service the full length inside of her mouth with her tongue, which she did. She didn't give a special treatment – just the bare minimum. Her tongue tickling about the sides and underbelly of the dirtied length before tugging off just in time. They blew their loads almost in synchronized time. The left firing off into the darkness behind her while the right manage to rear to the side, angling his cock just enough to manage to send a ribbon of thick green jizm onto her once-clean sleeve, staining the pure white with a snotty green. The center one seemed to clamber for the 'money shot,' but slipping causing the release to take a vertical flight and miss her by a hair to form a thick, bubbling pool between her knees. Satisfied, the dreglings seemed to calm and keel over. They all groaned loudly once then nothing. Not even breathing. Silence. “Oh.. Fu..-God! I think I killed them!” She threw a brief tantrum before popping to her feet and continuing on.