Faded Spark


The exiled prince of Makai stretched his powerful rabbit legs as his arms reached just past his long ears. His silver eyes slowly welcomed the dimmed light of the sun. Fujun much rather wake up at night, but he would rather not have to deal with the pest that stalked it. He looked down his white fur stomach to his erect member's tip that was resting on just below his bellybutton. Looking at his bright red dick made him sigh. If he had still been at his palace in Makai, it would still be inside one of his many succubi's cunts. He looked lazily to the only other person in the room, a male goat that had sworn loyalty to him, Giles. He claimed to be immortal, which is proven true after Fujun crushed his throat, and it simply returned to normal. The goat was already awake and dressed in a tunic, a huge bronze shield on his back, and spear in hand. "Goat, go fetch me something to drink. Wine preferably," Fujun ordered. 
Giles's horizontal pupils glanced over to the half-naked rabbit demon. "I've sworn an oath to fight for you, not serve you," he scuffed.
The exiled prince grabbed a halo of hellfire, which kept sapping his power, and threw it into the goat's head. "Silence, I'm not yet in the mood for your normal disobedience. Go fetch me a drink, or you'll be picking up your fingers across the woods."
Giles slowly pulled the burning halo out and let it float back to Fujun. The injury didn't bleed or stay for long, closing moments after. The warrior stood from the chair in the room and grabbed a coin purse that had a few red stains on it. He grabbed a few silver coins and dropped the bag back onto the nightstand. "I'll be back then. Try not to break a nail until then, your highness," Giles said as he left without closing the door.
Fujun smirked and sat up. The room was reasonably decorated, if far below his standers. But it was the only place worth sleeping in the city they had stopped at. He rubbed the rug with his feet. "So low quality. I should just go kill a unicorn, then I'll have something worth stepping on." 
Fujun stood and went to the window and opened the curtains, letting the bright sunlight warm his fur. The place he was staying at had a good view of the lower part of the city. He could see all the lower life forms moving about. But his eyes were focused on one part of the view, the main gate. Thanks to his demonic power, he could see it perfectly despite being a few miles away. He knew a particular group of people would have to come through that gate, and it was the person they would be guarding that he was interested in. A twisted smile grew as he finally saw them enter the city after waiting over a week. As if on cue, Giles's hooved feet returned to the room, "Here." 
The exiled prince grabbed the bottle. He could tell from the glass it would be low grade, but his mood was good enough not to care. Fujun removed the cork and took a long drink. "Good news. The group hired to move the girl is finally here. We'll follow them a few days out, then strike," the rabbit explained after draining half the wine.
Giles said nothing, only crossed his arms and stared holes into the back of the demon's head. "Oh, don't tell me you're not excited to try and get yourself killed again. They look armed well enough," Fujun laughed and finished his wine. "I'm sure they'll have something stronger than my weakened strength," he continued to mock the goat. 
"Just tell me when we leave. I'm going to size them up and see what information they'll let out after drinking," Giles explained in a flat tone, then turned and left.
The demonic prince tossed the empty bottle to the side and let it shatter against the floor. “I'll also go and check out my little prize,” he said to himself. He draped himself in a long red robe and willed his constant erection down. Fujun hid the hellfire halo under his robe, as he didn't wish to be bothered with the awe it would cause in the simpletons below.
Stepping out of his room, he took a left and headed down the four flights of stairs. The carpeted floors and bland landscape art were of even lower quality than the ones in his room. Though any art was better than none, until he had found this place, most walls were bare; save the drinks they had behind the counter. The deer receptionist on the first floor flinched as she saw Fujun walk past, but managed to mutter out a greeting and farewell. The demon simply clicked his tongue in disgust as he left. Perhaps he shouldn't have left the task of putting her in line to Giles.
The prince didn't waste time and made his way to the temple, where his future prize was still hiding. He had honed his sense for finding those that were given Divine Sparks, a gift of power from a deity, to keep his power from fading too rapidly. After the first dozen or so, the people of the mortal realm had taken notice of their heroes disappearing and began taking a closer guard of those found with Divine Sparks. Much to Fujun annoyance. His power was getting close enough to remove the curse that fools in Makai had placed on him. The exiled prince knew that if he started to just force his way to them, more powerful heroes or even angels themselves would begin to hunt him down. Which had kept him trapped in this city, stalking a little girl with a Divine Spark, a gift from the Goddess of Beauty. The thought of corrupting her and filling her with lust was the only thing that made him smile. 
Fujun had already begun to invade her mind. He twisted her feelings, made small, lustful thought flash in her head. Visions of sin, her submitting to him, and of the joy of being his willing whore. She may have still been a child, but the long life as a worthy concubine needed to start early. The latest vision he had given her was a false message from her goddess. To be taken to the temple in the capital of whatever county Fujun had found himself. She was to be taken there by a light guard in hopes of not attracting the attention of whoever had been slaying others with Divine Sparks. 
As the demonic rabbit passed the entrance to the temple, he felt the girl's power. The goddess had given her a large amount of divinity, likely to protect her from him. But it wouldn't matter. A small nine-year-old vulpine couldn't overpower even a weakened prince of Makai. He entered a theater across the street and sat on the second floor in the back row. The exile then reached out his mind to the girl. An image of her appeared in his thoughts. Her brown fur had a beautiful hint of red to it, along with her amber color hair that was as smooth as silk. Her stomach had a light brown coat that went all the way to her visible cunt. Her bushy tail had a white fur at the tip, the same went for her hands and feet. And though very young, her body already showed her future beauty, she was going to be the only worthy whore on the face of the earth. His naked form appeared within her mind and approached her from behind. She turned around just as his hand was about to grab her shoulder. Her purple eyes full of shock and fear. "No! Leave demon! Be banished from my mind!" She yelled as her body let out a golden aura to push Fujun back.
He smirked at the attempt, and let out a pulse of his own bluish-purple aura to overwhelm hers. “Ah, it is a joy to see you still have some will. Breaking such strong girls is one of the few joys in this world,” He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. “And once I have arrived at your little hiding place, I'll have the chance to break you more physically.”
To demonstrate his plan, his imaginary cock grew to full mast. '”No! I refuse to indulge your vile desires again!" The little girl managed to push him back with her Divine Spark's power.
Fujun growled and pushed back with his power again. "Silly girl! I know your true feelings. How isolated you really are; how much you yearn for the company of those that would see you as normal. To be more than an icon to a goddess that only uses you to further her own following and power," He probed into her repressed thoughts. Ones he had been placing into her mind for the past week. "The lust for freedom isn't the only thing you desire either," Fujun continued, his throbbing cock pressed against her face. "You feel the lust of those around you. The impure thoughts of your guards. The looks the older boys give you as they see the incredible beauty the goddess cursed you with, their dark thoughts of undressing you and doing as they wish." 
Fujun lifted her body, letting her oversized member rub across her whole body, "And soon, you'll be able to share your lust in return. All the grown men that guard you taking turns. Then the boys finally living their fantasies with you. You, full of their seed, but only after you are filled with mine." He aimed his cock with her virgin vagina. And as he shoved it in, he heard her scream in the real world as she finally pushed him from her mind. 
An evil grin grew across the demon's face. Fujun stood from his seat and walked to the window facing the temple. He could see a group of knights with the Goddess of Beauty's symbol rushing up the tower to the little fox's champers. He could hear them cry out her name, Rosaleen, as he turned and walked back to his room. The lust he had been saving up threatened to burst. He needed to calm himself before they began the final part of his plan. 
Giles was already in the room, just finishing sharpening his spear and starting on his short sword. Fujun ignored the goat and disrobed, finally free from his clothing; his erection came back. The demonic prince got in his bed and closed his eyes. "They brought a scroll that banishes evil spirits back to hell," Giles stated plainly. 
"A shame they wasted their coin on it. As I'm already trapped in it. Can you keep them busy long enough? Or should I slaughter them for you?"
"They're well trained and have a good sense of teamwork. But still young, far too young," the goat said and stopped to look at his bronze blade. 
"While you question your future actions, I'm going to rest until we leave. Try not to weep too openly," Fujun scoffed and went to sleep.
The next few days were a dull blur for the demon. Keeping to a day's pace behind Rosaleen and her guard, who had added a champion from the temple. Fujun's desire grew to an almost mind-numbing level. He had been saving his lust for weeks by that point and could barely hold himself from just going in and massacring the lot and just taking the girl. But there was no fun in that. "Giles, go ahead and start your assault. Cripple the temple guard first, then silence any casters," Fujun ordered in a flat tone. The warrior simply nodded and started to race ahead into the sunset. 
The prince watched from afar, his eyesight letting him see as Giles approached with a calm wave. Once the party of adventurers looked lax, the goat attacked in full force. In a single blow, he snapped one of the champion's knees before throwing a knife into a boar's throat. ‘Must be the caster,’ Fujun thought as he cast a spell that placed him near the carriage they had been keeping his prize. He could sense somebody else within. With the sound of flesh tearing, battle cries, and the clashing of steel on bronze, the exiled prince of Makai ripped the door to the carriage off to the welcoming scream of Rosaleen. "No!" The fox's screech pierced the guard'fs within ears, leaving Fujun more than enough time to cast a paralysis spell over him. The would-be guard was left leaning on the wall of the carriage, eyes free to watch in rage and fear.
 "Why won't you leave me alone!" Rosaleen screamed and cast a spell with all her power. Fujun's sight went black for a moment. He could feel the goddess of beauty herself sending power to her tiny vassal, but he had already planned for that. A demon's power was based on their lust and desires, something Fujun had been building since sensing her Divine Spark. The vulpine watched as the holy aura beaming from her hands began to turn bluish-purple, the demon that had been plaguing her mind for weeks overpowered her goddess's energy. As he finally pushed all of the goddess's will out of the way, Fujun stepped forward and gently grabbed the fox by the chin, "I've been waiting too long for this." With a single motion, he stripped her bare and allowed his massive member to raise his robe out of the way. 
She swatted at his hand around her chin, but to no results. Despite how light the grip may have felt, it had more power than she could imagine. Rosaleen flailed her limbs wildly as Fujun pressed her against the wall and moved one of her legs out of his way. She started to beg for him to stop, pleading whatever speck of good was in him. The demon was silent as his crimson tip pressed against her virgin vagina. Fujun would keep the expression on Rosaleen's face as he unceremoniously slammed into her cervix, tearing her hymen raw. While a high pitch screech came from the now soiled fox cub, the demon sighed in relief. The overwhelming tightness around his cock was something he had missed. He looked down at the point he was joined with the wailing girl, not even half his length was inside her. "Don't cry too much already! I've not even fully in you. Yet," He explained.
Not waiting for a response, he started to pull out. "No! Don't move it! It hurts! It burns!" She yelled as her body tensed up, as if to hold him in place.
But his movement wasn'ft slowed in the slightest, his lightly blood coated tip was almost out of her tiny cunt before he slammed back into her. Fujun managed to get a few inches deeper and shock the carriage a little. Rosaleen's purple eyes went blank as she went limp. "Oh no, you don't! I'm not going to fuck a mindless body!" The prince shouted in anger, even slapping her face. He poured some of his energy into her, filling her with lust in the process. The light in her eyes returned as she moaned. Fujun smirked as he pulled back out and thrust back in, the cub moaning and yelping in pain and pleasure.
With her fighting spirit weakened, the demon started to make a steady pace that rocked the carriage. He heard the sounds of combat stop outside; the most have understood what was happening. Giles had proven again why he was still a useful tool. Fujun focused back to the moaning whore under him. Rosaleen was holding a hand at the point his cock started to bulge above her pelvis. "You like it, don't you? Giving into desires, letting your better fuck you, use your body for nothing but pleasure," he taunted her.
"I, no, this isn't! Oh~" the fox'fs muttered in confusion.
Fujun wouldn't let her try to reason her feelings. He started to pick up his speed, most of his unnaturally large dick inside of her tiny passage. By the time he felt his fat sack slap into her flat ass, his member was slick in her fluids. Rosaleen'fs mind had waned, letting the demon's lust fill her. Fujun felt her body edging closer to a climax, her muscles tensing up. The cub's mind wondering what was coming over her. "You are finally releasing what your true purpose is. To be fucked by me, the most powerful prince of Makai! That the goddess's gift of beauty was to make you a worthy slut. To grow only to serve me, Fujun!" he gloated to his victim.
Her purple eyes held a new light within, something full of desire, "Yes master. Use me! Let me make you feel good! I- no, I, oh, something feels wrong!"
The Divine Spark started to glow within her body. Fujun had been waiting for this moment. The divine energy started to build to fight him off once again, but it was too late. As it spread across her body, Rosaleen came. Her body rocked in pleasure, squeezing around the massive member inside her. The exiled prince let his climax come and unloaded his seed inside the nine-year-old. His unholy lust shot directly into the Divine Spark Fs essences, tainting it. The golden aura quickly turned bluish-purple. Fujun continued to cum as he smiled at his successful corrupting of a goddess's power. "Welcome to true freedom whore, who are you now?" The demonic rabbit asked the fox.
Between heavy breaths, the soiled girl answered, "Your slut master."
"Good, now, I have plenty of cum to release. Moan, like the slut you are, I want all those around us to hear you!" Fujun ordered as he began to move inside her again, some of his seed pouring out of Rosaleen's used hole. 
After this incident, Fujun and his servants kept from hunting other Divine Sparks. A kingdom's treasury as the reward for bringing the head of whoever was slaying those with Divine Sparks. Fujun was okay with a slower pace for a while either way, with Rosaleen proving herself an excellent cock sleeve. She even gave birth to a daughter a few years after he took her in. One day, he heard of a rumored temple that could make a perfect copy of a person. If he could find that said temple, he could speed up his plans for revenge on Makai's current king. He would just need to find one more child with a powerful Divine Spark.