Tryst on the Balcony

High atop the Dark Tower, the Prince takes his female companion roughly. She is surprised at his sudden turn from charming host to cruel villain. Soon, her clothes are ripped to tatters as the Prince enters her tender flesh with ever increasing brutality. The lady's breasts bounce like dangling fruits in a stiff wind as each vicious thrust grinds her mound against the railing of the Balcony.

As her screams are swallowed by the endless night, her moans pass through the thin air and disappear beneath the black stars. How could a member of royalty do this to her? How could it have all gone so horribly wrong? He was a beast, an animal, a raping wild thing assaulting her sensitive cunt with his raging cock. Her pussy became slick and dripping wet as tears of shame ran down her face.

Encouraged by her lustful failure and loss of control over her growing arousal, the Prince redoubled the tireless effort of his lovemaking. He slammed into her now, forceful and rampant. Her aching pussy wept with slippery ardor as she denied the very approach of an orgasm that threatened her sanity. The sounds of their demented tryst were grotesque, a squelching splatter of sickening spurts.

Then, as the young noblewoman began to quiver and quake in a dangerous ecstacy, it happened. The Prince cast aside his guise. His skin split open and ripped along his back, revealing horror. It was then that the Lady knew her fate was sealed. Huge black spines sharp as scythes wrapped around her naked form. She screamed as ebon tendrils unfurled from beyond and gripped her limbs with a terrible strength.

The Royal rod inside her swelled and blackened until it became a bloated wriggling worm-thing. A dozen thin whipcords pierced her anus and wove themselves together inside her, then pulled her ass wide for the insertion of their giant pod-like cousin. Another thick tubular probe drilled into her already painfully stretched cunt and immediately shot out loads of disgusting slimy liquid ropes. The greasy demonic sperm coursing directly into her womb.

The poor girl screamed and screamed, her loins once again shaking in involuntary delight. The thing that was once the Prince spread it's iridescent wings and took to the air, the girl held firm within a cage of black spines that served to ambulate the insectoid abomination. Not once during the long flight did the tentacles abate for one moment.

Some say she was carried to the far mountainside to be a breeder drone for some hive of horrors. Others say the nameless girl was devoured in some moment of terrible hunger, or dropped into the gray waves of the great lake of Hali. Whatever the truth, she was never seen again...