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  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Artwork

  Copyright

  Chronicles of Eden

  Author:

  Alexander Gordon

  Illustrations:

  Nuciferyne

  Copyright © 2016

  All rights are reserved to the author. No part of this ebook may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Chapter 1

  Evil by Name

  In the world of Eden it was well-known to nearly all that monsters were evil, lustful creatures. They would rape and steal away men to breed with, harm or perhaps even kill those that got in their way, and some even found great pleasure in slaying others for no reason other than to simply enjoy themselves. There were monsters that were peaceful, as peaceful as they could get for being monsters, and were known to rarely harm others, even the men that they too sought after. However the gentle nature of these was always overshadowed by the great many that weren’t so kind to humans. From the wickedest witch to the darkest Darker One, monsters had gained the reputation of being evil creatures through and through.

  And many of them had no desire to correct that.

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  Under the clear sky above a horse-drawn wagon was making haste through a rotting forest, its steed galloping as fast as able while sitting at the front of the ride a cyclops was gripping the reins with growing dread. Her blonde hair was tied into pigtails that flowed in the wind, her single orange eye straining with fighting back tears, her muscular physique appearing overly tense, and her body covered in soot and grime from her tireless labor. The leather boots she wore along with her short black skirt and tunic were in need of washing however she had no time for such things on this day.

  “Please let this nightmare end today,” she stuttered with shaky breaths. “Just please let her be okay, that’s all I ask.”

  Glancing behind she held in her grunt of frustration at the sight of a long wooden and steel chest resting in the wagon. It was chained in place and remained still even with the ride lurching over bumps and crevices in the worn path, the contents within something the cyclops was both proud of and disgusted by.

  “Crafting the likes of these all for the likes of them. Those accursed demons, I pray they meet their end swiftly. No, not swiftly. Slowly. As painful as can be for those hellspawns.”

  She rode with her special delivery through the old and decaying woods, the smell of ash and rotting meat becoming stronger the further she ventured in. As she did her eye caught sight of arachne and trolls creeping about on either side of the path, a worried squeal escaping her mouth as she knew she was riding deeper into very dangerous territory.

  It wasn’t long before she started passing tents and camps with many other dark monsters that all took notice of the cyclops riding through the area. The cackling of those around her caused chills to run down her spine, the sight of goblins, trolls, and gremlins filling the surrounding area made her throat dry up, and the smell of meat roasting over fires made her fear if she would be next on their menu. There were monsters brandishing sharpened and rusty weapons, others getting into small fights with those of opposite races for the simplest of reasons, and many more were enjoying the spoils of their latest conquest across the region.

  “Hahaha!” a gremlin laughed as she rode atop a naked man, the human screaming and trying to move while he was tied down in sticky webbing. “Are you going to cum again? If not then maybe we can find something else to do with your useless body!”

  “I hear men taste delicious,” an arachne slyly mused while sitting next to them. She casually toiled her fingers around with a long strand of webbing draping between them, her eyes watching in glee as the human screamed from being raped by the gremlin while bound in her web.

  “Do they?” the gremlin wondered with a wicked smile. “I’ve never eaten one before. Have you?”

  “A few,” the arachne carelessly admitted. “It couldn’t be helped. They were dried up in my net and I had to be rid of them.”

  “Are you dry now too?” the gremlin sneered in the man’s face. “Are we all done here?”

  “No! I’m… I’m not done yet!” the man cried out with tears in his eyes.

  “Good, glad to hear it,” the gremlin cooed as she caressed his cheeks. “You’ve only cum in me twice now. If you can double that perhaps I’ll keep you alive to fuck later. Wouldn’t you like that?”

  “Yes! Please, anything you ask!” the man pleaded as the gremlin resumed riding him with lustful shouts.

  “Aw, what’s the matter?” the arachne purred as she leaned closer to him. “Aren’t you having more fun with us than you did with the horses?”

  “Haha!” laughed the gremlin. “There’s no way they were better fucks than us. Admit it, you love doing it with me more than some smelly centaur. Isn’t that right, human?”

  She gripped the man’s chest and dug her nails in deep, causing him to scream while she continued riding atop him. The arachne chuckled as the gremlin ran her claws down his chest and drew blood then looked over to the side as she sniffed the air with an eager murmur.

  “If he’s still alive after you’re done with him I’d like a go,” she requested as she stood up on her legs. “For now I’m going to grab something to eat.”

  “He won’t be,” the gremlin chuckled with a devilish grin, her eyes watching in amusement as the man pleaded for mercy while she kept bouncing hard on his lap.

  “Oh well,” the arachne answered with a shrug before heading off. She made her way over towards a group of others that were gathered around a shrieking centaur. The prisoner was sitting on her belly since all four of her legs were broken while her arms were bound and held above her with a rope that was slung around an overarching tree branch. The naked centaur screamed while thrashing around, her large breasts swaying about and catching the eyes of many who were drooling in anticipation, while a troll stood over her and finishing tightening the ropes.

  “Please! NO!” the centaur wailed.

  “There we go,” the troll laughed as she waved the others closer. “She’s all set. Come and get it.”

  The monsters swarmed the centaur and began digging into her body, her shrieks of agony being sounded off with all her might as she felt claws and daggers tearing through her flesh. Arching back she screamed at the top of her lungs while goblins and gremlins ripped bloody chunks of meat out of her and feasted on them with vicious snarls. Trolls sliced off their share from her rump with axes while arachne dug their hands in and yanked out the centaur’s innards to eat.

  “Please just kill me!” the centaur wailed with wide eyes.

  “But it’s more fun when our meal makes such wonderful sounds while we eat,” the troll replied with a mean smile.

  “Ezia!” another centaur screamed from nearby, herself and three others caged and watching in terror as their fellow centaurs were tortured and eaten alive arou
nd them.

  “NO! PLEASE NO!” a centaur screamed as she was strung up in the same fashion the other was, her arms being held up high while she tried to scamper around on the dirt. With a heavy swing of a club a troll snapped the centaur’s front leg inward and nearly broke it off at the knee, causing the centaur to shriek in pain as she dropped in her binds. A goblin and another troll began beating her with clubs, breaking her legs and bashing her flanks with loud bone-cracking hits.

  “OH GOD!” the centaur wailed before a club struck off her jaw with a sickening crack.

  “Felime!” a centaur in the cage cried out before breaking down in tears. Her fellow captives watched in horror as their friend gurgled out a final cry of agony before slowly falling limp.

  “Eat her before she spoils!” a gremlin called out. A group of monsters quickly rushed the dying centaur and began tearing her apart. The blood splattering all over the ground below her along with the loud feasting of her flesh by the captors caused her fellow sisters to scream while shutting their eyes and covering their ears.

  “Make it stop!”

  “Let us go! Let us go!”

  “Don’t do this, please!”

  The cyclops made her way through the encampment of bloodthirsty monsters while trying to stave off the sights and sounds of what was going on around her. The echoing hollers and shouts of countless fiends made her tremble as she forced the most bravado she could muster, as even while keeping her fearful eye focused ahead she could only imagine just how many were surrounding her the deeper she ventured.

  “Help me!” a centaur screamed as she was brought to the ground by arachne and goblins, her dying scream echoing out amongst many others nearby as she was devoured alive by the monsters.

  “Aaaaaand he’s done!” a troll laughed before she crushed the throat of a man below her while at the same time her hips crushed his pelvis. “Haha, now that’s a big finish!”

  “Look at him scream!” a gremlin laughed while she and another of her sisters tortured a man, this one being bound to a small tree while they relentlessly jerked him off. Of course he wasn’t able to cum, not even once, as his erection had been tied painfully tight by wire. His screams for mercy were heavily slurred as his body felt like it was about to burst and his mind was unable to focus anymore.

  “Keep it up, let’s see if he bites his own tongue off,” the other gremlin taunted before they started licking his ears and nipples, the human yelling out in agony with wide eyes as he was never allowed release.

  The cyclops kept her eye forward as she felt an ominous aura smothering her from all around. The screams of both humans and centaurs were well beyond what she was able to bear.

  ‘This is crazy. For crying out loud, they’re completely sadistic. Eating centaurs is so barbaric, and even humans don’t deserve to be brutally tortured like this.’

  “Please help me!” a centaur screamed as she ran out from a crowd of monsters in front of the wagon. The cyclops gasped and yanked on the reins, her horse bucking back with a loud whinny as the disheveled centaur held her hands out to her in desperation.

  “Get me out of here! Please, hel-” she said before a large axe struck into the side of her head with a loud whack. The cyclops held in her scream as the centaur promptly dropped down with a look of shock frozen on her face.

  “Naughty horsie, we weren’t done yet,” a goblin hissed as she and a troll walked over to the dead monster. The troll grabbed the legs and started dragging the corpse away before both took notice of the frightened cyclops trembling on the wagon.

  “What do you want?” the troll asked while the goblin pulled the axe out of the centaur’s skull with a slick crunch.

  “I… I… I’m here… to- to… deliver something to…” the cyclops stuttered while seeing the centaur’s face being covered in her own blood.

  “Spit it out,” the troll ordered. “Or I’ll rip that useless tongue out of your mouth.”

  “I-I have a delivery!” the cyclops screamed in terror. “For the gemini!”

  Around the path monsters quieted down and turned their focus to the woman while the two in the road eyed her over carefully. The cyclops shakily took a few breaths before looking back to the chest in her wagon.

  “I’ve brought what they’ve asked of me. Please… let me pass.”

  After a while the troll began laughing, with those around the area then doing the same as the cyclops struggled not to cry. With a hearty throw the troll tossed the centaur’s corpse over to the side, the body quickly being torn apart by vicious and hungry members of the horde, and then walked closer to the cyclops with the goblin hopping after her with giddy laughter.

  “Oh yes, you’re the one they’ve been expecting.”

  “I think she’s late,” the goblin snickered. “Yes she is.”

  “No, I’m not late!” the cyclops pleaded. “I delivered what they requested by the due date, I’m right on time!”

  “They’ll be the judge of that,” the troll sneered before stepping aside and gesturing her forward. “Go on. Right this way.”

  The cyclops quickly nodded and snapped the reins to get her horse moving, the woman keeping her eye ahead while the surrounding monsters laughed and waved her off before going about their debauchery and slaughtering once again. She made her way deeper into the encampment, coming closer towards what looked to be a large red tent fashioned against two rotting trees that were tilted into one another. The cyclops nervously glanced around to seeing a great crowd of the dark fiends gathered around the area that she was allowed to pass through, all of them watching her with wicked smiles while some had human men stripped down and leashed with chains cowering at their feet. As she got closer to the great pavilion she jumped with a gasp and a widening eye at seeing something that made her heart skip a beat.

  “Well, well, well,” Jovian mocked with a bitter smile at the newcomer. “Look who finally decided to show up.”

  “We were getting a little bored playing with your daughter,” Jacqueline mentioned with a smirk.

  “Sophie!” the cyclops shrieked grabbing her hair.

  Seated in front of the canopy’s entryway on two wooden chairs the gemini were watching the cyclops with their multicolored eyes, their masks casually nestled in their bosoms over their left breasts, and their feet propped up on a centaur’s lower body with the human half appearing to have been cleaved right off. The chairs they sat on had the pelts of centaurs covering them along with blood from the unfortunate monsters still mattered into the fur. Standing to the sides of the gemini two human women were slowly cooling the monsters with large fans while being naked, bruised, and shackled to iron balls. However what caused the cyclops to nearly faint was seeing her teenage daughter on her knees between the gemini, her clothing gone and skin scratched all over, her long brunette hair matted with mud, and a bloody bandage wrapped around her face over her eye.

  “M… mama?” Sophie wearily asked as she slowly turned her head around. “Is that you?”

  “What… what did you do to her?” the cyclops yelled in horror.

  “We were just playing with her,” Jovian chuckled as she casually brushed the young monster’s hair, earning a fearful shiver and whine from the girl from the mere touch.

  “Though I did poke her eye a little too hard earlier,” Jacqueline admitted with a shrug before the gemini started laughing in unison.

  “Sophie!” the cyclops cried out in shock.

  “Mama?” the young monster weakly said while some blood dripped down from the bandage over her eye socket.

  “What have you done to my girl?” the cyclops yelled out in fury. “We had a deal! You promised you wouldn’t hurt her if I made you these damn things!”

  “Our deal was you deliver what we asked of you on time,” Jovian lectured waving a finger at the woman.

  “I am on time! I brought them here today, just as you asked!”

  “We wanted them sooner,” Jacqueline reasoned with a shrug. “Like, this morning.”

>   “But that wasn’t specified at all! You just told me you wanted them today, not this morning!”

  Jovian grabbed the young cyclops by the hair and stood up, dragging the crying girl towards her mother who watched with fright.

  “Enough talking about your mistake,” Jovian scolded before pointing to the wagon. “Show us what you brought, right now.”

  “You promised you wouldn’t hurt her,” the cyclops whimpered.

  “Oh, she’s not hurt. Yet,” Jovian remarked with a cruel smile. “That could change though, right now in fact. Either you give us what we so kindly asked you to make, or I’ll show you what hurting your daughter looks like.”

  The cyclops quickly held out her hands and shook her head. She shakily stumbled back into the ride before hastily unfastening the chains around the cargo. The surrounding monsters watched with high interest as the cyclops pulled the large chest off the wagon and dropped it down onto the ground with a heavy thump. Kneeling down beside it she opened the chest then turned to Jovian with a worried eye as the gemini walked closer with the young monster held tightly in her grip.

  “Are our new toys ready?” Jacqueline giggled as she playfully jumped out of her seat and rushed over.

  “My my,” Jovian mused with a dark grin. “Those do indeed look fun. I hope they’re exactly what we asked for.”

  “They are,” the cyclops desperately assured. “I spent two days working on nothing but these for you.”

  “Two days?” Jacqueline scoffed. “What took you so long?”

  “That sounds about right,” Jovian reasoned with a careless shrug. “As I remember a cyclops can forge a magnificent weapon in only half a day if she were so inclined. Either you took extra time making these beauties for us, or… you were blundering around half the time.”

  “I wasn’t wasting time at all, I swear!” the cyclops pleaded as she dropped down to bow to the gemini. “You wanted the best I could do, so I worked tirelessly on both of these with twice the amount of effort I would have given any other job!”