Aaralon immediately recognized the basilisk for what it was. In The Tome of Fire Flesh, there had been an entire section devoted to the study of this particular demon, complete with detailed illustrations that paled in comparison to the real thing.
The beast's eyes glowed a sickly yellow, sunken in a scaled face akin to that of an aligator. Its body was larger by a head than even the enchanted stallions kept within the magic school stables, and its back was covered in a layered dull onyx carpace. The hind legs of the demon were hooved like an ass, where its front set sported wicked looking talons that could easily tear an ox asunder.
The demon shifted around on four legs to view its new surroundings. Finding itself surrounded by runes of warding, it let loose an enraged roar with a bestial furor that deafened Aaralon and could be heard in every cabin of the ship. And then its hideous eyes alighted on Nora, naked and trembling inside the pentagram.
After the first display of animal ferocity, Aaralon had half expected the demon to rend the girl limb from limb at the outset. Instead, the demon's mouth curled into a toothy grin and its madness-filled eyes glowed with delight. The beast's enormous ballsack which hung obscenely from its underside began to pulse as it reached for the girl with taloned claws.
Regaining her composure with a courage that Aaralon could scarcely believe, Nora stood before the demon and swatted its claws aside with a closed fist. Her lithe, dancer's body sprung to action, as the demon again grasped at her. Nora leaped away, graceful as she narrowly eluded its grip again and again. She danced in circles within the pentagram as the beast hissed at her and its frustration grew.
The charade did not go on for long, however. Catching her against the inner circle of the magical construct, the demon cunningly feinted at the girl with a talon and then whipped its long tail around, knocking Nora's legs from under her. It pinned her there for a moment, as it moved its massive body over her to trap the girl in place, cackling with triumph in a voice that sounded eerily like a human's. Its pulsating ballsack had begun to swell heavily.
The beast's forked tongue ran the length of her bare body, while its tail lashed against her backside with a series of whip-like cracks that left the girl red and bleeding with a dozen shallow cuts. It hissed at her with sulferous breath, displaying rows of sharp yellowed teeth. The torment went on as the beast snorted and grunted in amusement with its plaything. Nora was exhausted from her rape at the hand of the pirates, but even pinned, continued to manage to evade its swipes several times, which Aaralon could see only served to further encourage the demon.
Olive was watching her friend being ravished by the demon in abject horror. Diriel was pressed against Olive's naked figure and whispered into the girl's ear with a toothy grin. Her dangerously sharpened claws, ran lightly over the girl's delicate skin, then closed into a fist and vanished into her nether regions.
Nora struggled beneath the demon, terror threatening to catch in her throat. The beast towering over her reeked of rot and foul taint, and its giant testicles rested warmly on one of her thighs, smooth and heavy with promise. Pain lanced up her backside, as it lashed at her with its tail, sending lances of warmth through her womanhood.
Then still grinning hideously, the beast connected its deep, insanity filled eyes with hers. Nora found herself locked in a contest of wills with the demon. She steeled herself against the monster, refusing to give in. But she found her resolve weakening. In the demon's eyes, she saw that surrender promised her a release from the agony, and showed her that the warmth in her loins was only the barest glimmer of the bliss that the fiend could grant her willing self if she were to give in to it. |