The Cocoon

In the next moment, Oona’s legs were spread so wide her pelvis ached. The fairy let out a shrill screech and looked down in horror to see that she was being held by desiccated hands Narak.

“No! Get off of me!” Oona fought to free herself, but the corpse’s grip was ironclad.

Narak was supposed to be dead, how could he be holding her like this? The fairy’s eyes darted this way and that. Were the vines going to take this opportunity to kill her? They simply watched and waited expectantly.

Oona felt Narak’s corpse shiver and shift. As it did so, the vines swayed in unison. Energy seemed to draw in from the forest, focusing at a single point at Oona’s feet. The corpse’s mummified body parts began to swell with fresh life, mutating and changing for a new purpose. Narak’s consciousness was dead, but his essence was very much alive.

Suddenly, something surged upwards directly in front of Oona. Her big green eyes bulged nearly out of their sockets as she realized what it was. It was Narak’s monstrous prick, surging into a new fullness, the wrinkles smoothing as the glossy black skin became supple. Oona thought the member was big when it was mummified. Now it was truly enormous!

Oona watched in horror as the demon’s prick continued to stretch and swell, snaking through the air in an unnatural and frightening way. The tip of the leviathan member turned towards her and suddenly struck. Oona let out a scream that was rapidly cut off as Narak’s penis assaulted her tight maidenhood.

For a moment, Oona saw red as her tight fairy quim was **** open. The demon’s member was scalding hot, nearly burning Oona as it filled her.

The young fairy squealed and moaned in agony as her virginity was stolen by Narak’s shambling corpse. The bestial organ impaled her while the monstrous hands held her in place.

“Someone help me!” Oona shrieked. “Polly! Linya! Mother! Father! Someone help me!”

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. This was supposed to be an adventure, a moment of triumph. Instead, Oona was being **** by the shambolic corpse of a long dead demon. She just hoped she would die before the agony and humiliation became too much to bear.

How wrong she was.

Already, the corpse of Narak was transforming into something unrecognizable. The chest cavity of the beast opened up, revealing a mass of slimy tentacles. These appendages immediately seized Oona’s diminutive body and pulled her in. The corpse swelled in size until it was less of a body and more of a container. The black, leathery flesh closed in on Oona, who was still impaled on Narak’s throbbing prick. The insides of the cavity then began to fill with a sticky purple liquid. Oona fought desperately, but pain and exhaustion were working against her. Even if she had been fighting fit, Narak’s remnants were very powerful.

Within a handful of minutes, Oona was sealed within the newly formed cocoon, which began to pulse with a sickly purple light. A strange, unholy cry of triumph filled the Dark Wood that night, for a new mantle for Narak’s corruption had been found.

Hours passed and then days. Outlined against the throbbing, luminous wall of the cocoon was the shadow of a delicate figure. As time passed, that figure began to change. To grow…