Resident Futa (Draft - Level 2/3 patrons)

Hi all!

This is a draft for the upcoming 'Resident Futa' story, about Lady Domina, an imposing, 9-foot-plus demoness who finds an irritating adventurer entering her castle. Our hopeful, and woefully inadequate hero will discover many things on his journey through the castle....

All or none of the following may be included in the final draft, and it may be very rough, have many mistakes, and not contain many sexual scenes yet.

    Nonetheless, here is some early stuff..... Enjoy!

                Best, TSG123 x

P.S. Patreon removed my italics when the draft copied over for some reason, frustratingly!

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1796 – Newlen Town, Arkania

Out in the furthest reaches of the new country of Arkania, a power grows. One that threatens the sanctity of all who venture near.

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The single glow of an oil lamp lit up two faces.

“You’re not welcome here.”

The man was gruff, haggard. Smelt before he was seen.

Torun held his gaze, despite the man being significantly bulkier than his lithe frame, fingering the pommel of his sword.

“I’m not here for you… I’m here to collect the bounty.”

The man’s eyes widened in the lamplight, His nose wrinkling in disgust as he gazed at the kitten-like features of a man who barely looked like an adult, let alone a bounty hunter.

“… You? The bounty?”

Torun was aware of his own youth, a lanky, barely-nineteen-year-old with long, wavy brown hair and wide lips that looked more like a girl presenting a trifling notion of a man, but nonetheless he set his jaw.

“Yes.”

To the old man, he looked like one of them fancy dandies from the Eastern lands.

“Hpmh…. If you’re the best that they have to offer, then they don’t care about us at all.”

“I’m not from the church… I’m.. working alone.”

The man probably would have laughed if he had any mirth to give.

“Well, that explains it.”

He made to close the door.

“They took your daughter didn’t they.”

The man froze, face curling into a snarl.

“…. Yes.”

“Well, I want to prove myself, so we have a mutual interest.”

This time the man did laugh. It was an ugly, snorting laugh, phlegm occupying large sections of his throat.

“I got no interest in you trying to get yourself killed; Warden Rossburn was a true soldier, ‘n he never made it back….. You’re better off walkin’ home. I’ll wait until the church sends someone else.”

“And how long do you think that will be… Do you believe your daughter will be alive by then?....”

As they were speaking, a rather frail, lined woman peaked around the door frame.

“Who is it?”

“Back inside,” the man replied gruffly.

She quickly receded, and the man seemed to struggle with something internally, before stepping out.

“Well… I’ll tell you a few things, and then…. you’ll not speak to me again, hear?”

He nodded.

“…They come from the castle. That much we’re pretty certain.”

“How many?”

“No idea.. usually go after the young ladies… some people tried to fight them back.”

“What happens then?”

He trembled a little.

“They… they take them too.”

“Right.. they being?”

“Women… beautiful women, wearing cloaks, faster and stronger n’any wench has a right to be.”

“Right.”

“And my daughter swore she saw a giant one up near the castle.”

“Giant one?”

“Yeah, up on the mountainside, just inside the gates.”

“Right… how big was it.”

“She never said, Cassy was too frightened out o’ her mind to talk about it… stupid girl. They took her a day later.”

The man’s jaw quivered as Torun digested his words.

“Anything else I should know?”

“…. The forest there… we try’n cut it down… cultivate it… but….”

“What?”

“…. it spreads. We have to kill it every day to keep it back, just to keep our crops safe…”

The man gave him a wry look.

“And… they take boys sometimes.”

“Which ones… any particular characteristics?”

“Well… they look like… you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, all… girly.”

He bristled.

“I am NOT girly… perhaps slim men?”

The guy sneered.

“Whatever, I know what I seen, and they was girly men that got stolen.”

Torun reckoned he had heard about as much as he could muster from the local.

“Very well then.”

With that the man strode back into his house and slammed the wooden door, making the roughly-hewn cross hanging beside it fall to the floor.

Torun sniffed cool air and turned his chin up to look at the small mountain looming over the town, and at the peak…. the black castle. From here, it was just possible to see the turrets daggering into the sky, like nails rising from hell to claw at the heavens.

It chilled his bones as if the moonlight had seeped into his skin.

He strode over to Sam, his horse and only companion, and after a few attempts managed to lift himself onto the saddle, before guiding the gentle creature into a trot, lantern rattling at its side.

Time to prove his worth.

The pair moved through the village, all dust and stone, past stables, a blacksmith, a canteen… all dead, all silent. Blackened tree stumps and scorched earth were everywhere, ploughed fields stretching out like deserts with rather pathetic looking shoots worming their way out.

The forest nearby in contrast loomed large.

It could only be a sign of evil.

The village fell away, and the path up ahead led deeper into the forest, the dirt track guiding them through rocks and trees that got larger and denser the further up they went. By the time he got near to the top, the forest was a thick matt of vines and ridged trunks, the night air crisp and cold with only the rustle of a leaf here and there for company.

Torun gazed at the Forest looming over the walls, peeking over the tops of the stone barriers at the monstrous castle. The scale of this place was difficult to comprehend, and when he peered up at the highest crenelations it was dizzying.

A tiny flicker presented itself at one of the furthest windows… A candle perhaps?

He tried to detect any hint of movement within, but the sheer verticality made his head spin, and he decided to focus back on ground level, fingering the hilt of his blade.

The one he had stolen.

A pang of guilt hit him in his gut as he imagined the reaction of his Mother for stealing her sword.

His sister’s birth right.

He shook his head.

‘Best not to think about that now.’

The hoot of an owl made him jump, tugging the reins as Sam eyed him dolefully.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he scowled, before patting his mane and continuing on.

The path led to two large black gates, locked together by vines. They seemed just as impenetrable as the walls either side, but when Torun pushed he found they parted smoothly, swinging aside with little fuss. Either the vines had grown perfectly to cover each gate without overlapping, or someone had cut through them. He suspected the latter.

Sharpening his focus, he pushed the horse onwards, into a yard which was strangely colourful, streaks of yellow and lavender flowers here and there between dense grass that would probably have looked quite beautiful in daylight, but instead were dulled by greys of the moonlight.

The presence of the flowers did little to provide any comfort, instead driving home the wilderness that had taken hold. As he dismounted, tying Sam to a brazier nearby, he took in the huge threatening hardwood doors, three times his height, probably oak and extremely heavy.

The front door…. Too obvious? Surely it would be expected…

Well… he did have his Mother’s s-.. no, his sword.

Torun took a firm grip of the handle and drew the blade from his back, feeling the incredible weight, and found it made his arms ache just holding it up. His mother and sister were far taller than his five foot nine, and instead of filling him with confidence, his stomach began to squeeze in on itself.

Regardless he pointed it out in front of him, and the sight of a long, sharp blade roused him somewhat.

Torun put his hand to the door, and pushed.

A ghastly creak echoed from the hinges, and he flinched, ready for a swarm of ravenous beasts to descend on him.

Nothing.

No enemies, no monsters, no vampires.

What did greet him was a large room with tiled floors and cushioned seats, golden trim glinting from the shaft of dim light coming through the door. Most of it seemed dust-free, and darkness aside it presented itself as clean and in places quite luxurious.

What seemed unusual in particular were the plants and flowers hung beside windows, vines crawling up carefully crafted trellises, roses growing in pots on mantels. Pinks and yellows drew his eye as he tried to check the darkness for any signs of life.

Nothing.

He crept forwards and into a hallway with large suits of armour, all different shapes and sizes… He noticed as he was walking by the shrouded figures that each one bore a similarity… they were made for females. The bust was either pronounced or slim depending upon whoever had worn it, and he looked up in shock at a suit that must have been well over nine feet tall. It was inhuman, even for exceptional women like his mother and sister. It could have fit his head into either cup of the breast plate with room to spare.

He shivered and moved on, confidence significantly lower than its starting point. Too late to go back now.

“Ugh.”

A voice issued from somewhere down the hall.

The back of Torun’s throat hawked up some phlegm by accident, and he whined, waiting for the source to present itself to his sword.

No slavering werewolves fell from the ceiling to disembowel him, so he firmed up his grip and crept forwards.

“Uhn!”

It was somewhere up ahead..

It sounded like…

“UUHNN!”

….a woman in peril!

He raced onwards.

Torun snuck his head around the doorframe, into a long library with shelves reaching up to a second floor.

What he saw made his stomach sink to the floor.

Two naked women were clawing at each other on a table, the one underneath moaning as the woman on top buried her head in her neck.

'Oh God…. She must be sucking her blood?!...'

He watched in horror as the two figures writhed, sweaty.

The first was a dirty blond with healthy breasts and buttocks, the second a slim, delicate mousy-haired girl. Both had their hair free and unkempt, hanging from their heads as the lithe girl whimpered.

‘A cruel death...’

The woman underneath moaned again.

Torun’s moral compass ordered him to enter the fray, to save the woman whilst a chance remained, but his stomach wouldn’t let him, ice running down his spine, hands gripping the sword so tight he wondered if his fingers would ever be able to let go.

‘Maybe.. maybe stealth is the better option….’

He reasoned that it was too late for the woman, who was clearly in her death throes (although her moans seemed to be getting so loud that he almost wished she would just get on with it and die).

“UUGHHH-!”

He placed a shaking leg to the side, trying to sneak to the next room.

“UUUGHHHHH FUCK ME!”

He froze.

That had not sounded at all like the cries of a dying person.

He peered back and gasped.

From this new angle he could see the two figures were engaged in a primal struggle, a back and forth… of hard, brutal sex. His eyes glazed over as he watched, suddenly entranced by the woman being pounded on the table, screaming for more.

“UHNNN YES, YIIIIIEEESSSS!”

For a virgin such as Torun, such a sight was truly mind-boggling.

‘How are they…?’

He nearly screamed as he saw two humungous bollocks swinging between the woman on top’s legs, slapping into her partner’s ass-cheeks as she battered away at the near-delirious girl.

‘Some demonic magic… they.. they can’t be human size!….’

He didn’t know what to do with his hands, or his mouth which was lolling open, warmth permeating through him from the overhanging brazier as the woman’s toes curled, shaking in the air, and the atmosphere was rent with the cries of bone-deep pleasure.

“UIUGHH, UUHhnnn UGH!”

A squeak escaped Torun’s lips as he beheld an incredibly shaft being plunged into the woman’s vagina, punishing it with long, ceaseless strokes.

His own meagre manhood began to rise against his breeches.

The table rattled, wood creaking, despite appearing to be composed of oak hardwood.

‘The strength to break through it would be inhuman!’

“Yes, moan my love,” whispered the woman on top, a quiet, almost loving tone contrasting with the way she was treating her lover, as if she were trying to smash her to pieces, and Torun wondered how the young maiden was surviving such vindictive strokes as the dominatrix punished the woman for wanting more. How was the woman on top copulating with such force?

Eventually something did give out, but Torun was shocked that it was in fact the table, the middle slat breaking and sending them through.

He cringed as the woman beneath fell towards the ground… but was cushioned from the impact by the hung female’s hand wrapping around her, spinning and landing them lithely to the floor beside the table.

Torun gawped, and almost dropped his sword at the balletic prowess and strength, and then they were fucking on the floor, still in a missionary position, because it seemed there was no time to waste when they could continue fucking like animals.

“Uh-uh-uh-UH-UHG-uGHH-UGHHH-UGHH-!”

He watched in awe as the girl underneath’s eyes rolled back, and a ridiculous amount of liquid spurted onto her thighs as the woman on top heaved, grunting and sweating. The huge balls beneath her began expanding and contracting like grotesque frogs, beginning a slow pump that caused the girl underneath to writhe in ecstasy.

Torun was getting so hard in his breeches that he could barely contain himself when he saw the young woman’s belly being distended, filled to the brim as she scrabbled for purchase on her lover’s back, apparently loving the feeling of being filled in with ludicrous amounts of cum.

“UHNNGN!!!”

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, but it took him a moment to realise he wasn’t the only one watching.

“Well, well, well…..”

Terror hit Torun as he whirled around to a sight that almost made his brain leave his body.

The figure standing in the doorway he crouched in could only be the owner of the gigantic armour. She was half again taller than him, her head so high that it was above the height of the braziers lining the walls, lit from underneath so she seemed almost ghoulish, wearing a large wide-rimmed hat and white, flowing dress cinched around curvy hips.

She ducked down underneath the entryway.

“It seems we have a visitor….”

Her features seemed to flicker, but even beyond the meagre lighting what appeared at first to be pale, almost grey skin seemed rosier the closer he looked, plump cheeks becoming flush, lips pursing as she loomed over him.

“Ordinarily it would anger me to see good furniture broken but… my mood is always lifted by guests, my little treat…...”

Torun looked up at the woman towering over him, then to the door and the balcony far above them, searching for any tiny shred of hope that he might escape.

“Oh don’t even think about leaving,” she drawled upon noticing his terror, “I take good care of my guests….”

She took her wide-brimmed hat and placed it gracefully on a seat, rubbing her dress as if to smooth out any wrinkles.

“… Now, what’s your name, my treat?”

A single step towards him made Torun quiver in terror.

His eyes briefly darted to a quite incredible bust, two giant covered melons that looked heavy enough to smother (or pummel) him to death, that in any other situation would have had him salivating. Now it seemed like a detail in the overall picture, which was him being backed into a corner whilst this humungous demon-woman advanced on him.

“G-Get back!!!!!”

It came out as a squeak.

The woman’s eyes grew large, and the smile that snuck onto her face was full of condescension as he hefted the sword in her direction, the blade trembling.

“Well now…. I did wonder why a visitor would wander into my home uninvited… Did you come to….. kill me?....”

Torun puffed up his chest to the fullest extent.

“Let…. let HER…. GO!”

The woman rolled her eyes.

“Who… her?”

She gestured to the pair lounging on the floor. The girl’s eyes were not quite seeing straight, a look of contentment still draped on her features, and the other woman who was withdrawing her wet, flaccid penis from the girl’s broken sex giggled.

“I think she need not be saved, Domina.”

The large woman smirked.

“That’s Lady Domina to you slut….”

She turned to Torun.

“I would suggest you are surplus to requirements my treat… and if you do not give yourself willingly…...”

The sword felt incredibly heavy in his hands, palms sweating as he tried to maintain a grip.

“…. you will become a slave of Lady Domina and her children….”

“S-stop this dark magic…. LET HER GO!”

The woman raised her eyebrows.

“You….. want to save her? A peasant girl? Interesting... Most men come here to kill me and collect their precious bounties...."

His knees felt like they were going to give way at any moment.

"Y-you let… let her…. go….. I-I’m warning you!...."

She sashayed forwards and placed a finger on the tip of his sword.

"are you sure you want to fight me?"

"... W.... Well, I am….. here to save c-"

He didn't have time to finish the sentence as the sword was knocked out of his hand with a casual swipe, and then he screamed as the world was blotted out by the humungous shadow of the figure, her eyes lighting up like two burning torches.

“AAAAAAUUGGHHHHHH!”

The screech brought a laugh from the girl lounging over her paramour.

“Oh I think he’s going to love you mother!”

Huge hands grabbed him by his tunic, and lifted him high into the air.

“I think so TOO!” she boomed, her voice blasting into his face.

Torun squealed again, beholding the woman’s cutting expression in front of him, one now laced with hunger and excitement.

“OOOHHH-P-P-PPLEAASE NO, NOOOOAAHHHH!!”

His screams were high pitched and screechy, the woman laughing as her huge hands inserted themselves into his breeches, ripping them open.

Torun’s heart was exploding in his chest, watching in horror as the seams popped and came apart. Then she was lifting him like a child, settling his thighs on her shoulders, completely open crotch aimed at her face with those huge hands supporting his butt.

“WOAHHH!” screamed Torun, waggling his arms in the air, having to dodge the side of a chandelier threatening to decapitate him, far higher up than he was prepared for with no control over his balance, his cocklet soft once more from its proud six inches in the face of certain doom. A sense of wooziness hit him as he stared down at her eager lips pursed close enough to his groin that he could feel her warm breathing on his flaccid manhood.

“HHohh…. w-wait…”

‘She’s going to… she’s going to kill me!…. or EAT me!!!!….’

The tall woman kept him steady with ease, and her head was large, face lined with anticipation, moving her mouth to within a hairsbreadth of his rather pathetic grubworm.

Torun couldn’t see straight, his terror was absolute as she leaned in…..

“W-wait… W-WAI-!”

He squealed in surprise as she landed heavy smacks of her lips like a mother, big ostentatious kisses that had his head spinning as she smooched his cock and balls.

“..-TTTUHHhhhhhohhh?!”

“MWA MWAH, MMMM, OH yes.. MNmhhh….”

It was like she was kissing a lover, licking underneath the sack and sliding all the way up to the tip of his piss-slit, and the way she closed her eyes with pleasure made his tiny package perk up immediately.

‘But she’s… my enemy, she’s going to kill me….’ He thought to himself, gasping as her lips suckled at the loose skin on his balls and his toes curled in delight.

‘What’s.. she doing to me…..!?’

Torun made to put his hands on her cheeks to steady himself, and then pulled backwards, scared of touching her.

The woman’s mouth disengaged with his hardening manhood.

“Put your hands on my face,” she ordered.

He didn’t move, heart pounding, head spinning.

‘She must be attempting some dark magic…?!?’

The woman rolled her eyes.

“If you shall not listen to reason…. put your hands on my face or I’ll SPLIT YOU IN HALF FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!”

His stomach shrank even smaller than it already had to the size of pin-head, the colour draining from his face.

“N-no PLEASE..!”

Torun’s hands snapped to her cheeks, and they felt much warmer than they looked… and tougher. It was like her skin, despite being equally smooth, was thicker and less malleable than his.

The woman sighed in relief.

“Honestly… men just want to be told what to do…”

He remained as unmoving as he could, whimpering, hands pressed up against her face. she took the opportunity to lay a few kisses on his palm, which tickled, her large tongue leaving a bit of wetness on his thumb.

“Now, use my head, however you want,” she murmured, and she opened wide enough to swallow everything, pushing forwards and enveloping his cock and balls in heat.

“OHHHH!” cried Torun as the immensely pleasurable feeling of her huge tongue salivating across his package sent shivers up his spine, and he clung to her head for support.

His manhood stood to attention like it never had before, thrusting itself out proudly to be enjoyed by her eager ministrations.

‘No… I can’t be feeling arousal for this fiend……!’

The sensations swirling across his manhood said otherwise, her lips sucking heavily on his package before slurping their way clear, moving back far enough to stare with a knowing look into his eyes.

For a moment the cool air kissed his cocklet which jerked in the air, pining for the warmth and comforts she provided.

Torun’s blood was racing through his body, unable to break eye contact as her cheeks curled into a clear smile. She remained there, stationary, holding him up in the air, and Torun had a moment to try and take stock of the situation.

‘What does she want??!.... She said I should use her… head? Maybe it is a test or… Or a dark ritual!?... That must be it!....’

Either way he had no options… His only play was to play along, or attempt escape….

He also couldn’t help that it had felt incredible when her mouth had enclosed his cock completely.

His hands tightened on her head, and she oozed confidence as she bit her lip and then opened wide, waggling her tongue in front of her, a hairsbreadth from his cock-tip.

Torun whined, and slowly, slowly, pulled her head onto him.

Warmth flooded his package, the lips sealing tight to the base of his manhood.

“HHNnnn!”

He pushed back on her cheeks, and her head obediently backed up, slobbering over his balls as they excited her mouth, and Torun crooned as she vacuum-sucked her way to the tip with lungs twice the capacity of his own.

“G-God!” whimpered Torun.

As the sensitive head was smacked across the tip with her tongue, he shivered, the woman briefly pausing her enjoyment to respond.

“He can’t help you now,” she chuckled.

She kissed his tip whilst watching him, like a painting that from whichever angle you looked at, always kept its eyes fixed on you.

His penis throbbed expectantly, and Torun hesitated for a moment.

She’s a vampire…. or a devil.

‘I cannot give in to this evil...’

Huge eyelashes tickled the tip of his cock as she leaned in and blinked up at him.

‘I cannot…’

She gave an evil smile and opened her mouth as if about to engulf his dick, before letting the lightest breath flutter over his manhood.

“HNnn…”

‘….must… not…..’

He slowly, achingly, pulled her head back onto his dick, and moaned as her head pushed onto his manhood, greedily sheathing himself as he keened in delight, legs shuddering on her back as he pumped his hips a little, meeting her lips with his hairless crotch.

Down below the two girls whooped, lounging on the floor and now wrapped up in each other’s arms, observing the show and smiling to each other as Cart-wheel-sized hands clung tighter to Torun’s ass cheeks, and one finger in particular was pressing so hard into his flesh he began to fear she would draw blood. Her power was immense, and despite face-fucking herself she wielded him like a toy, even as she kept her neck loose to let him pump his hips steadily into her face, her grunts and moans becoming much more animated, her tongue writhing across every lick of skin she could lay it upon.

“Oh God…”

Torun was getting breathless as he felt his excitement overtake him, and the woman moaned into his crotch, so loud that his entire body vibrated, throwing him over the edge and releasing two testicle’s worth of love-juice into her mouth.

“U-h-h-uhnn!!!”

He spasmed as she didn’t simply swallow, but pressed her tongue to his slit, so his cum exploded on her taste buds, clearly trying to savour the experience instead of simply swallowing his precious seed.

“MMmhhhH!!!!”

Her moan into his cock was mind-altering.

It felt incredible. The heat of it all, the roughness and aggression of her tongue on his cock-head like nothing he’d felt in his life.

“OOhhhhhhuuhhh!-uh-uh-uhhh…….”

It was the first time he’d ever had a woman touch him intimately, and he would not, could never, forget it.

He felt her slosh his cum, cock and balls around in her mouth like she was swilling it in into a man-flavoured cocktail, before sucking so hard that he felt like she might detach his cock, going slightly cross-eyed as she vacuumed her way up to the tip of his manhood, before finally detaching with a wet *POP*.

Torun’s chest was palpitating so hard it felt like gremlins were hammering his heart with mallets in the most uneven rhythm imaginable, the way the woman gazed up at him with such lust and coyness too much for his youthful mind to handle.

“I’m going to have a lot of fun with you,” she sneered.

The pleasure dissipated, Torun’s full terrifying scenario became clear, sat on the shoulders of a demoness, and he squealed, arms whirling for any sort of escape.

Something solid hit his hand.

The chandelier.

‘YES.’

He grabbed on and pulled upwards with all the strength he had, taking the demoness by surprise.

“Oh come now! We were just getting started…..!”

He managed to pull himself nearly free of her hands, until her visage immediately shifted.

“OH HOW DARE YOU!” she screeched, grabbing onto his tunic which tore from his body, leaving him naked  as he pulled himself clear of her grasping fingers, a lucky kick connecting with her forehead, sending her staggering backwards.

Torun hauled himself up, blood racing through his body as he settled himself above the unlit candles and began searching for a way out.

The world rocked sideways.

“WWOOAHHHH!”

Her hand had found the bottom of the chandelier, and he whimpered as she rocked it back and forth.

“YOU CANNOT RUN FROM ME, WRETCH!”

His head swivelled.

The world swayed around him, Torun bleating, and searching desperately for an exit whilst trying not to think too much about the furious giantess, her white teeth splayed in a snarl as she clenched her fist.

Wait, past the next chandelier… the balcony!

He sized up the gap and realised he would have to jump it.

The lady seized the chandelier and began to swirl it so that it span visciously.

The world lurched, vomit coming unbidden to his mouth as he was swung back and forth, and his knuckles were white as they clung to the gold-trim metal, trying not to look down at the fury of the face beneath him, or the spinning floor far below that.

Adrenaline and sweat made him shake from fear and nakedness, trying to ignore the being below him.

“COME DOWN HERE, CRETIN!!”

Something in the ceiling creaked ominously as he sized up the next chandelier.

‘Jump!’

He tried not to think about what might happen if his naked body landed the wrong way on one of the candles, waiting for the hanging ornament to sway towards it before wincing as he launched himself into the air.

“HUH!”

His chest hit the chandelier on the side which swung forwards, an ominous creak coming from the ceiling as his feet scrabbled up the sides, just out of reach from the woman below.

“CURSE YOU, WORM! GET DOWN AT ONCE!”

She was near frothing at the mouth, hands clawed as she gazed up at him, and he mewled, turning his gaze to the wooden railing of the balcony in front of him, and the drop below it which would likely break his legs, leaving him at the mercy of the demon.

One more jump.

The chandelier creaked.

“Wherever you run, I will FIND YOU MY TREAT!”

The woman turned and stalked to the staircase at the far end, fists clenched.

He needed to do this now.

Torun ignored the cool air on his bare ass, shifting his weight back and forth to build up momentum, some dust hitting his head as the ceiling began to creak again, tiny cracks appearing.

‘Oh no.’

‘Don’t think about it.’

His body tried to seize up, but he focused on making sure to build as much momentum as possible.

The balcony felt miles away, and a large *CRRKKC* sound made him whimper as he flung the chandelier forward one final time, throwing himself into the air just as it detached from the ceiling and span away beneath him, his hand flying forwards to snap closed on the railing as the ornament, projected by momentum, shattered into the wall below in a metallic *CRASH* that sent delicate metal everywhere.

On the floor, elbows aching, he gasped.

‘I’m still alive! I am a hero!!…’

Just as the thought flitted through his head, the terrifying woman appeared at the far end of the balcony, her eyes flashing yellow/red as she began to stalk forwards.

Between them was a door that seemed just small enough that the woman would struggle to enter.

Torun bleated as he scrabbled to his feet and sprinted.

‘I’m not going to make it..’

It felt the most horrendously long ten seconds of his life, like a bad dream where the nightmare moves like the wind, and his own legs were stuck in treacle, the panic in his head increasing as he glanced at the woman stalking forwards, approaching rapidly with giant strides, her face lined with vitriol.

He lunged for the door with the woman almost upon him, two strides, scrabble inside, one stride…

A long-nailed hand seized the air just shy of his ankle.

Torun hoped it was his imagination that the tiniest sliver of a nail had touched him.

Through and into the darkness, naked but for his boots, he careened forwards into total blackness.

Behind him, a booming screech made his blood curdle.

“NOOO!”

He sprinted, hearing desperate scrabbling behind him, and couldn’t help turning to see her shouldering her way in, but unable to move quickly in the confined space, her eyes piercing the darkness like a cat, two discs of hellfire in the darkness.

“You filthy WRETCH, I will HUNT YOU, AND I WILL BREAK YOU!!!”

Her voice was ragged and ugly, like nails down a chalkboard.

It was close enough that he nearly peed himself, whimpering as he turned and happily gave into his instincts, puttinh as much distance between as possible between them, the echoes of her voice ringing in his ears as he zoomed down dim hallways and up staircases.

The sounds receded, but Torun kept on at a pace.

Dim figures that might have been suits of armour forced him into scrambling changes of direction.

Tiny noises or intimidating large halls made him bleat and reverse track to tighter stairwells and even crawlspaces where he knew she could not roam.

‘Just keep going…. Keep going…..’

His lungs burnt as he used what energy his body possessed to drag himself through the pitch-black maze of identical doors and hallways, his elbows hurting as they scraped the walls on occasion, his boots the only thing still on his body, his cock so scared and shrivelled he barely noticed it between his legs. He could hear voices and moans occasionally permeate from some room or hallway, so Torun would move in the opposite direction until silence fell.

Eventually he slowed, breathing heavily, arms and legs shaking, and fell back, gazing at the room that he had stopped in.

He was somewhere deep in the castle.

Pitch black.

Naked bar his boots.

No weapon.

He took a few deep breaths, the tension which had been ebbing from his shoulders and neck returning with a vengeance.

As his eyes adjusted it turned out to be some sort of antique chamber with a fine, but by no means grand bed, a wardrobe, and a rather ornate window, which also had an array of rather wonderful plants.

It felt… lived in.

Then Torun saw…… the grey woman staring down at him from the darkness, eyes flashing.

“AAAAAGGHHHH!”

His girlish scream echoed in the chamber as he fell to his knees, shivering