She attempted to speak so as to ask what he meant, but her voice was gone. Essylt dug her nails deep into Ulffriic’s back and moaned louder, begging for more. He groaned in pleasure as Essylt bit her lip to keep from crying out as he filled her, stretching her beyond her limits. She reached the tree and continued chanting as she filled her small basket, never taking her eyes off the demon. Until eventually, Essylt could see them from the windows of her cottage. Essylt tried her best, putting up her own barrier, but it was not nearly as strong g. She was scared, but she wanted all of him. There was a fruiting apple tree only fifteen feet from the door, but only feet behind it, there was a powerful demon, watching and waiting for her. Essylt found her days later, her mother reduced to dust and a cloak at the edge of the woods where the blessed and the twisted land met. At least, not until the door opened, and Ulffriic walked in his original demonic form.
