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  1. MaddamAndRobin

    Into the Lion's Den

    You should see our conversations where we come up with names for characters. It's sometimes hilarious. I'm glad you like it!
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    Thank you! I hope you continue to like it! We've really enjoyed writing this and we have quite a few chapters in our pockets to post!
  3. MaddamAndRobin

    Into the Lion's Den

    Nyklas ran for hours through the dark night, stumbling through the dense forest, his only source of light coming from the sparse beams of the bright moon, high above the trees. His bare feet had gone numb to the pain of stepping on sharp rocks and sticks thanks to the cold. The robe he wore continuously snagged on thorns and branches, ripping in several spots and leaving his body vulnerable to scratches. A stitch in his side had him doubled over, gasping for breath, but still he ran. He had to get as far away from the cultist's camp as possible so they wouldn't have any chance of finding him. He had to keep going, no matter what. For the umpteenth time he tripped on an exposed root, sending him sprawling into the dead leaves littering the forest floor. The young man let out a frustrated scream, tears threatening to pour down his cheeks as he struggled to get back to his feet. He was so very tired and weak. But he had to keep going. He started forward again, clutching his aching side, then suddenly lost his footing. He pitched forward without warning and went tumbling down a steep hill, landing in a heap at the bottom. He groaned and sat up wearily, holding his pounding head as his eyes focused. He was surprised by what he saw when the world stopped spinning. A few yards away from him in a large clearing sat what looked like an ancient, dilapidated stone fort, illuminated by the bright moon. The rock walls were overgrown with vines and cracked in several spots, but they were still standing. It appeared to be a structure made to protect people during a battle; perhaps it had been used during that magic war he'd heard about so many times, which had occurred a little over a hundred years ago. A brief flicker of hope thrummed through the exhausted boy as he stared at the tall walls, maybe he could hide in the ruins and rest for a little while. Once Nyklas managed to get to his feet, he warily crept toward the building, keeping his eyes peeled for any unexpected traps or dangers he might run into. The last thing he needed would be to crawl into a spider's nest or some animal's hiding place and get bitten. He circled the enclosure, trying to figure out a way to get in. The building seemed massive from far away, but it hadn't taken him long at all to make his way back to the spot he had started from. Something about the place put him on edge, making the back of his neck tingle with a strange prickly sensation. To his dismay he found no way into the building, other than a glassless window on the second story. Nyklas stepped back and gazed up at the high wall, wondering if he could possibly climb up to the opening. Without another thought, he decided to try. The vines snaking up the walls were thick and luckily strong enough to hold his weight. Ever so carefully, Nyklas began to make his way up the side of the structure, only slipping every now and then. His fingers cramped and were rubbed raw from the rough vines, but he kept on. In the light of the moon he saw that his hands had been stained with the cult member's blood when he had stabbed the man. The sight made him cringe, but also sent a rush of satisfaction through him; he wanted to put a knife through every one of those bastard's hearts... Thanatos stiffened and looked up from his papers. Something wasn’t right. His nostrils flared, though he scented nothing strange. Still, something was wrong. He stood quickly, uncaring of the papers that fluttered to the thick rug. He strode from the room. Someone or something was an unwelcome trespasser in his home. He had to check his boys. The hinge was silent as he slipped into their quarters. His golden eyes adjusted easily to the darkness. Thanatos drew in a deep breath through his nose. Nothing seemed out of place, but the sense of wrongness wouldn’t leave him. He saw Belial first, a hand and foot flung from under rumpled covers. Ezekiel’s blankets were smoothed and tucked, in comparison. Thanatos couldn’t resist gently stroking soft curls before he moved on. Jinx was curled up tight next to Mavka, who had an arm draped protectively over the other. Thanatos shook his head and left the room as silently as he’d entered, the door clicking shut behind him. Not there, then, but somewhere. None should have been able to penetrate his defenses. It felt violating to think someone would have been able to breach those measures that had kept them secure for so long, that his home could be unsafe, now. His fingers curled as anger burned in his chest. Who would dare come here? A soft thud snapped his head to the left. The study. Someone was in the study. His steps were quiet as a creeping cat as he slipped down the hall. The intruder would pay for disrupting the safety and sanctity of his home. It seemed to take an hour, but Nyklas finally managed to pull himself through the window. He collapsed on the floor beneath the opening, his breathing harsh and panting. His hands stung from gripping the vines and his arms ached from pulling up his own weight. Now that he was lying down, he could feel every little pain in his body from his head to his toes. All he wanted to do was sleep, but he knew he needed to look around first; maybe he would get lucky and find something to eat. From outside, the place had seemed abandoned, but it wouldn't hurt to check for something canned or preserved. The slender young man weakly pushed himself up to a sitting position and glanced around the room. He had expected to be in a dust filled chamber, filthy and crumbling from age and neglect. Instead, he was surprised to see an abundance of shelves lining the walls, filled with a multitude of books, glass bottles, and other various items. This was no deserted military fort, this was obviously someone's home. Nyklas stood on shaky legs, prepared to flee through the window, back to the relative safety of the ground where he would have a chance to run from anyone trying to cause him harm, but an item in the room gave him pause. He carefully moved closer to a pedestal in the far corner where a bright glowing orb hovered above the surface of the stone. The sight was breathtaking, making Nyklas feel as if he were being hypnotized by an unknown force. He continued to walk towards the strange object, coming to a stop right beside the pedestal. The boy's wide eyes gazed into the crystal ball, amazed at the shifting colors moving through the glass. What was this? It was obviously some kind of magical item, that was clear, but what was it used for? Was it possibly something that Nyklas could use to help him in his plight? The young human slowly reached out a filthy, trembling hand. "Don't touch that." The words were quiet but cold, the voice harsh with anger. Nyklas startled with a strangled yelp, jerking away from the speaker. He quickly turned and looked up at a tall man who had been standing only inches away from him. The startled runaway backed away frantically, bumping the pedestal before stumbling further into the room. The large man sucked in a breath, lunging forward to catch the precious crystal before it could fall to crash into the hardwood floor. His fingers tingled as they touched the cool glass before it slid into his palm. Electricity seemed to shoot up his arm as he clutched the orb. Nyklas' heart had leapt into his throat as he had watched the man move with inhuman speed to catch the magic ball. The young man quickly scrambled backwards, even further into the room to distance himself, adrenaline spiking through his body. The cult had performed rituals a few times before that involved magic. Those had been some of the most painful moments in the boy's life. He couldn't face another night of pain. He just couldn't! Nyk's back suddenly smacked into something hard. He turned quickly and watched in shock as a large bookcase teetered dangerously. He managed to jump out of the way just before the tall shelf crashed to the floor where he had been standing. The books scattered across the ground, sliding into another shelf, which rocked dangerously from the force. Glass bottles and metal instruments smashed to the floor, sending shards ricocheting across the room in a cloud of multihued smoke and splashes of liquids. Thanatos' teeth clenched as he gently set the orb back in its cradle. His nose tingled from the scents of the contents of broken vials and dumped treen boxes. The scent of the boy reached him as well. Blood, sex, and strange magic wafted from him. Thanatos felt a stab of desire as he took in the slight, robed figure trying to creep further from him while avoiding shards of glass on the floor. What fool had sent this little wretch to invade his home barefoot? Nyklas eyed the man across the room warily as he inched back toward the window he had entered from. The room was dimly lit, but he could clearly see the man’s glare leveled on him. He wondered if he would break a leg if he jumped from this high, but he was willing to risk a broken bone to avoid the wrath of another horrible monster. The boy's rapt focus on the man caused him to step on a piece of glass. He yelped in pain as he felt the already wounded sole of his foot slice open. He fell to the floor, but continued to try to move towards the window, determined to escape. Thanatos' nostrils flared as the scent of fresh blood filled the air like heavy perfume. He could almost taste the boy on his tongue. Human... but more? Thanatos had to know. The scent was confused by old blood on the rags the boy was wearing. The boy seemed human, but the scent caressing his palate was spicy and enticing. The tall man was across the room in a moment, a thick tail of indigo hair flying behind him as long-fingered hands clutched the bloody, dirt-covered robe of the young man trying desperately to creep to the study's window. "No!" Nyklas cried out, frantically trying to crawl away. He felt the robe begin to rip where it had previously snagged on a branch, but he didn't care; he had to get away. Without thinking, he quickly turned and kicked out at the man, desperate to make him let go. Instinct drew Thanatos back at the last moment, barely avoiding a blow to a very sensitive area. If the kick had landed it would have likely doubled him over in pain and let the brat escape, the kick had been sharp and swift. Perhaps the boy wasn’t just a useless little runt sent on a fool’s errand. Thanatos used his grip on the ratty robe to reel the boy in. Nyklas let out a scream of frustration that his foot didn't connect with his target. He quickly rolled as the man pulled him closer, ready to slip out of the robe if necessary, but then his eyes suddenly landed on a particularly long glass shard. He reached out and grasped the sharp weapon, uncaring that the sides immediately sliced his palm, then lunged toward the bastard who had grabbed him. Thanatos hissed as hot pain sliced across his cheekbone. How had the little beast moved so fast? He had just been trying to get a hold of the boy, without hurting him, but that changed as he felt blood trickle down his cheek. Enough. Thanatos' clenched fist snapped out, catching the boy across the temple. White spots flashed in Nyklas' eyes from the force of the punch, dazing him momentarily. Somehow he managed to stay conscious and quickly tried to fight off his attacker. He kicked out again, managing to catch the man's kneecap with a sharp blow. Thanatos' eyes widened. The brat should have been out like a light after a hit like that. Perhaps whoever had sent this boy wasn't such a fool, after all. However, it wouldn't be enough to gain the little wretch his freedom. Thanatos watched as the boy shook his head like a horse shaking a fly. The movement seemed to throw his scent straight to Thanatos. The tall man bit back a moan as lust filled him and his cock twitched with interest. A trick, he thought, to weaken his defenses. It wouldn't work, no matter that he'd rather bend the boy over the back of the ottoman than question him. Perhaps the former could come after the latter… Nyklas realized with dismay that the kick didn't seem to effect the man at all. He continued to glare down at Nyklas, easily pulling him even closer. As much as the boy hated the idea of running through the forest naked, it was his last hope if he wanted to get away. He jerked hard on the robe and winced as the sound of tearing cloth filled his ears, a second before he hit the floor. He quickly scrambled onto his hands and knees and began to frantically crawl towards the window again. Thanatos chuckled at the wily boy, he reminded Thanatos of a little brown fox. His gaze took in the overly thin, but still appealing form of the young interloper. He knew he could reach the boy in a flash, not worried he’d escape. His lust flared as his eyes caressed a pale ass begging to be groped, perhaps smacked once or twice if the mood was right. This skinny brat made him hunger, Thanatos thought with a smirk. His amusement quickly died however when he saw the mark permanently inked into the flesh above those delicious cheeks. He growled low and lunged forward, catching the boy’s arm and yanking him up to face him. “Where are the rest?” Thanatos demanded. “I know you fanatic vermin run in packs, too cowardly to ever stand alone.” The large man gave the boy a small shake. “Where are they?” Nyklas cried out, trying to jerk out of the man's painful grip. "Let go!" he screamed, kicking out in a vain attempt to get away. The kick was quicker and stronger than Thanatos expected, surprising the bigger male. He hissed as sharp pain radiated from his dick and balls, seeming to drill into his spine and then arc back again. Nausea cramped his stomach and all his muscles clenched reflexively, his hand nearly snapping the boy’s arm. Thanatos roared, showing canines that were longer and sharper than any human’s. He flung the boy away from him, snarling with rage even as Nyklas sailed through the air. Nyklas hit the wall hard, only to bounce off and slam into the floor. His head smacked the wood and bright white flashed in his eyes before everything abruptly went dark.
  4. MaddamAndRobin


    Thanks! We hope you continue to like it! In fact, I think I'll put chapter 2 up now... xoxo Robin
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    Thank you! MR and I are both kind of overwhelmed by life right now and have been working on something that we haven't posted anywhere yet. But when we have a little less stress, we'll be coming back to this first, I think. We're pretty in love with the characters in this. Cia and the gang were awesome to let us post it here, even though it's a bit rapey and violent. Thank you so much for commenting, even though you've seen this story before! We really appreciate it! xoxo Robin
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    The night air was cool. It soothed Nyklas' heated skin, giving him the only source of comfort in that moment as the hot body on top of him shoved him harder into the ground. "Stop squirming, dammit!" a voice growled in his ear before a harsh punch to his side stilled him. The young man sucked air into his burning lungs and laid still, his eyes closed and his teeth clenched tight from the pain in his aching ribs. The sound of drums in the distance seemed to match the rhythm of his pounding heart thumping in his ears. His body was being used yet again, for the sixth time that night. And the party had just begun. "Fuck!" the man cursed with his release, filling Nyklas' body up with more foul semen, making him shudder. His face was suddenly pressed into the dirt, scratching his bruised cheek and cutting the inside of his mouth, flooding his tongue with more blood. A low chuckle reached his ringing ears as the man used his head to push himself to his feet. "Damn. Best little hole to fuck." "And he puts up a fight every damn time. Perfect little toy." "You said it." Fingers fisted in Nyklas' tangled brown hair and yanked him up to his knees harshly. He bit back the cry of pain that tried to escape his mouth and glared up at the two cult members leering at him. He spat a mouthful of blood at the closest of the two, spattering the man's robes. The back of a ringed hand caught his face, viciously snapping his head to the side before yanking him back by his hair once more. "Still feisty after all this time. You would have thought he'd have given up after this long..." "It's not in their nature. Spawn of Nyx will die fighting, struggling until their last breath." "Makes one hell of a fuck, that's for sure." Nyklas winced as he was hauled to his feet by his hair. The man shoved him forward, towards the cage in the back of the dark tent they were in. "Back in your cell, wretch," the man snarled, throwing the young man through the open door. Nyklas landed hard on his side, the metal bars beneath him biting into his tender ribs. He weakly crawled to the back of the small cage and curled up in the corner as the door was slammed shut and locked. He glanced up at his tormentors, unable to tell them apart from the previous ones who had come for him only minutes ago; all of the bastards looked the same to him. The men gazed down at him with lust filled eyes for a few seconds before they turned and left the tent, chatting idly about the upcoming ceremony. The young human let out a shaky breath and leaned his aching head back against the cool metal enclosure, closing his eyes for a moments rest. He knew more would come soon to defile him yet again, their celebrations were something he'd had to experience before. The night would be filled with the sounds of laughter and chanting, the air smelling of ale and roasted boar. And Nyklas' body would be filled with the agony of dozens of rapes and beatings that he knew would occur. The youth listened to the drums as they rose to a thundering volume, the sound of chanting echoing the noise. A tempting smell wafted into the tent as a gentle breeze fluttered a loose side. His stomach growled uncomfortably and clenched from hunger pains, making Nyklas curl up into a tighter ball. He groaned in discomfort and spat out another mouthful of blood, the taste making him feel sick. How long had it been since he'd last been given food? He couldn't remember. He only hoped one of the bastards would throw him scraps at the end of the night; hopefully he would be able to eat with the large amount of cum that he was sure would be in his belly. Just the thought made him retch and double over. He spat more blood onto the ground beneath the cage, staining the dirt black. As always his mind drifted to escape. Perhaps if he could dig a hole underneath the cage... He shook his head harshly to extinguish the foolish idea. He had tried to escape hundreds of times within the past few months and all of his attempts had ended with him being caught and then whipped. The fresh scars on his back stung dully from the thought and he sat up quickly to relieve the pain. It was hopeless. He would never escape the cult. They would carry out their plans and in two weeks, on the night of no moon, Nyklas would be turned into a rotting corpse, his broken body bled of every last drop of blood. "The Sacrifice", that was what they called him. The leader's resonate voice always echoed in his head long after it was spoken. "Spawn of Nyx", "Eros slut", "The Key to the Darkness". He knew not what any of those names meant, he just knew that he suffered because of them. Endless agony day after day... For the very first time in the many months of captivity with these monsters, Nyklas found himself wishing for his death to come sooner. The sound of scuffing boots outside of the tent caught his attention. He sat up straighter and pressed his back into the bars, prepared to be yanked out and raped yet again. A man stepped into the dark space, his face illuminated by a small lantern in his hand. His eyes were glossy from drunkenness and his footing was unsteady. He grinned at Nyklas as he walked further into the tent. "Seems you get a break, little one." The man slurred. "The feast has begun and I was ordered to only keep a watch on you, not to touch you. Not until The Elder can perform the ritual cutting of your flesh." Nyklas glared at the drunk man, but felt weakened by the dread of future pain that suddenly sat heavy on his chest. He looked away from the man's lustful gaze and bit his lip to stop from crying; he had stopped making noise for these bastards long ago since it seemed to please them so much to hear him scream and sob. "Too bad..." The man continued, leaning against the post in the center of the area that held the tent upright. "I was looking forward to some one-on-one time with you," he murmured longingly. Nyklas perked up slightly at the sound of the man's voice, an idea suddenly forming in his head. He squinted at the cult member in the dim lighting, trying to make out his face. Would it work...? The young man let out a slow breath and focused his thoughts on a warm feeling that seemed to burn inside his core. He allowed the warmth to flow through his body and a calmness swept over him. It had only worked once before in his life and he prayed he could somehow make it work again tonight. "Come closer..." Nyklas whispered. His own voice surprised him when it left his lips, the sultry sound seeming to echo around him. The man hesitated only momentarily before taking the few steps to put him right against the bars. He kneeled down and looked in at the trapped young man with glazed eyes. Nyklas summoned all of his courage and forced himself to crawl across the cage floor in a seductive manner, using that warm feeling inside to guide him in his actions. "I've been waiting for you all night..." Nyklas murmured softly, pressing his body against the cold metal. "I knew you would come..." he whispered, reaching through the bars to brush his fingers across the man's robed chest. The older male's breath caught in his throat as Nyklas' hand touched him, his eyes widening and pupils dilating. "Y-you did?" he stammered out, subconsciously leaning closer to the youth. Nyklas nodded, smiling coyly. "You've always been my favorite. You make me feel things the others never have," he whispered seductively. The man nodded, moving even closer. "I've always tried to be gentle with you, Sacrifice. You're so small and fragile..." He spoke regretfully, reaching into the cage to stroke the young man's bruised cheek. Nyklas lowered his eyes, gazing up at the man through his lashes. "Will you make love to me before they come for me? Please...?" He spoke in a tempting whisper, amazed yet again at the sound of his own voice. The man was too far lost in the effect Nyklas had on him, so he didn't hesitate to unlock the door. He helped the young man step out of the cage and stand, then immediately leaned in for a passionate kiss. Nyklas met the man's hungry mouth with his own and quickly went into action. He searched within the man's robes, letting his hand linger as if he were feeling the male's body. A brief flicker of anxiety broke through the warmth inside of him as he worried the man didn't have one - but then he found it. He wrapped his hand around the hilt of the dagger and slowly pulled it from its sheath as the man stayed distracted with Nyklas's tongue. He waited for the perfect moment, then drove the blade into the man's side. Nyklas' quickly stepped back as the man fell to his knees, clutching his abdomen. The cult member's wide eyes looked up at the young man in confusion just as the knife was plunged into his chest. Nyklas stumbled away and tripped to land on his hip, gasping for breath as the warmth left his body in a rush, leaving behind a numbness that made him feel dazed. He stared at the deceased man, unable to believe that his plan had worked. Now he just had to run. He struggled to his feet, panic beginning to flood his senses. He needed to go. Now. But which way? He started for the exit, but quickly turned back to the body slowly bleeding out on the floor. He struggled to maneuver the robes off of the corpse, but once he had, he quickly pulled the blood soaked material on to cover his naked body. The loose side of the tent faced the forest, Nyklas knew that much, so he hurriedly crawled underneath the flap. He paused as he carefully sat up and looked around. There were no other cult members keeping watch this time, they were all feasting, the young man could hear their loud laughter just a few yards away on the other side of the tent where a blazing fire lit up the entire encampment. Nyklas stayed low to the ground and darted into the darkness of the trees. As soon as the light of the camp began to dim, he started to run. And he didn't stop. He had done it. He had escaped.
  7. MaddamAndRobin

    Incubus Harem

    When an incubus and his harem are infiltrated by the escaped sacrifice of an infamous cult, should they keep him to join the harem's ranks? Or should they throw him back to the cultists and risk bringing about the end of the world as they know it?

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