0 comments/ 11292 views/ 26 favorites The Demon Queen By: RachalCaron This is my first story of this nature. Please forgive any errors, be constructive with your comments, and kind with your ratings. I hope you enjoy. ***** The Demon Queen's gleaming red eyes shone inside the darkened room as her hips moved back and forward in perfect rhythm. The young elven maiden had innocently wandered into the castle grounds not more than half an hour ago. Now she was no longer a virgin. Her body was bent forward over the stone plinth in the centre of the room as the Queen's gigantic girl-cock pounded inside her. The elf had orgasmed several times already and from the way her large, golden eyes were rolling in their sockets, another climax was closing in. It mattered not to the Demon Queen. She fucked her victims for her gratification, not theirs. The small maiden was shaped perfectly, with flawless skin the colour of fine white marble. Her gently curving hips, apple sized breasts and smooth pubic mound were impossible to resist. Who wouldn't want to corrupt a creature that exuded such grace and loveliness? The Demon Queen's pendulous breasts bounced mesmerically on her impressive frame as she thrust her hips forward even faster. The elf was tighter than anything she had experienced for some time and the exquisite way she squeezed the pounding girl-cock with her internal muscles had brought another orgasm closer. It was good entertainment. For the time being. She would use and discard the pretty young elven maiden before the main course arrived. Another woman, a warrior from the West, would soon enter the castle ramparts, seeking out the Demon Queen in the misguided belief that she could destroy her. She could have no idea of the fate awaiting her arrival... --- Darkness was closing in as the Warrior Princess' strong powerful legs propelled her through the thick growth of forest. She congratulated herself on timing her journey so well. On this occasion, darkness was her friend, a weapon to be used in her quest to fulfil her mission. As was her wont when she travelled vast distances, her clothing was kept to the minimum. The wrap around vest barely contained her large, pointed breasts and her skimpy loincloth covered her essentials yet left a goodly portion of her asscheeks visible. Why hinder her progress with unnecessary clothing? Emerging from the clinging shrubs into a small and unexpected clearing to the left, she took a few moments to regain her breath. It had been a long and arduous journey to this point. Everything seemed still, peaceful, and yet that unusual stillness alarmed her senses. Her well honed instincts told her something was wrong and that she needed to return to the cover of the forest. But just as she turned towards the trees again, a flock of birds broke the silence as they suddenly flew high into the air from their resting places in the nearby branches above her. When a small deer bolted from the undergrowth a ran past her, she knew that the danger was closing in. They had been disturbed, and not by her. The fist of her right hand tightened on the grip of her long sword as she crouched and glanced all around her. In the semi-darkness, it was impossible to make out anything other than shadows in the distance. Yet something was there. She knew it. A loud crash from the nearby shrubbery confirmed her suspicions and it took only a brief moment to identify the marauders as they charged toward her. Two of them. Orcs. The foul and vicious green skinned creatures resembled humans only in that they had two arms, two legs, and something of a small, ugly head. She had met several on her journey so far. These two would go the same way as the rest. Lifting her long sword from its sheath across her back, the powerful muscles in her arms helped her twirl the large weapon twice around her head for maximum impact. As soon as the lead Orc entered her swing plane, she brought it down in a tight, deadly arc and severed the foul creature's head from its shoulders. The Orc fell at her feet with a short squawk, blood spurting from its squirming torso. The kill stopped the other Orc in its tracks. They had tried to take her by surprise and now it had to think again. Protectively holding out its crudely crafted scimitar, it slowly circled the Warrior Princess, looking for any sign of weakness. The respite lasted only a couple of seconds. It suddenly charged again, swinging the scimitar around in a path that would have sliced the Warrior Princess in two had it found its mark. Instead, the warrior woman brought her sword down again, eliciting a high pitched squealing sound from the horrid creature as her blade separated the creature's hand from its arm. With nothing to lose, the wounded Orc lunged in an attempt to tear into her neck with its jagged, yellow teeth. The Warrior Princess put her left hand in its face, keeping it away from her exposed throat as she thrust her blade in the creature's barrel-like chest. It fell face down onto the ground next to her, gurgling and twitching in its death throes. She leant on her sword, breathing heavily as she surveyed the two corpses. Each battle along the way had taken a little more out of her than the previous encounter and she knew she needed all her strength for her forthcoming confrontation with the Demon Queen. Waiting until her aching limbs began to relax, she stared around her once again in the waning light. Darkness was closing in and it was time to continue her quest. Reaching into the small leather pouch attached to her waist, she pulled out a crystal orb that radiated light. It increased the chances of her being seen, she knew, and if the Demon Queen gained wind of her approach then all was lost. But if there were more Orcs nearby then the quicker she made her way back through the woods the better. Holding the glowing sphere in one hand, she cautiously made her way back through the underbrush, using her sword to cut through any fallen branches that barred her progress. --- It was over a couple of long hours later before the weary warrior stopped again, desperate for rest. She was tired, hungry and thirsty and knew she needed to be in prime condition to defeat her enemy. The small clearing by the side of the river offered enough protection to use as a temporary base and she quickly searched behind the larger trees around the edge for several pieces of suitable wood. The air had grown chilly with the setting of the sun and it took only a few minutes to have a small fire going. She carefully placed her glowing sphere back in its leather pouch and settled down on the grass beside the fire. The flames threw dancing shadows on the trees surrounding her and she imagined them as her guardian angels, protecting her from whatever other dangers lurked in the darkness. One hour. She would rest for one hour. Then she would fulfil her destiny. --- The Demon Queen stroked the monster sized girl-cock between her thighs as she observed the sleeping woman from her position in the trees. This one was a real beauty, with golden locks the colour of sunshine and bound into a pony tail behind her head. Even better, her clothing covered only as much of her voluptuous body as modesty demanded. The small oatmeal-coloured cloth vest was connected by two slender straps to her shoulders, just long enough to cover her two full breasts. The hard nipples protruding through the material confirmed she was naked underneath. It ended at her rib line, displaying her tanned flat stomach, and beneath she wore only a loincloth that did nothing to hide her prominent mound. Only the calf length black boots offered any substance. They were sewn from soft leather, probably doeskin. The Demon Queen's gaze flickered back to the woman's face, and those wonderfully thick lips. They would feel wonderful around her hardness. Life kept serving up such delicacies... While she admired the woman's courage, she cursed her stupidity. Many of her kind had tried to defeat her. She had slaughtered the men instantly and then killed the women, too, but only after she had used them to sate her insatiable sexual needs. The same fate awaited this stunning creature... --- The Warrior Princess was dreaming. It was a dream unlike any other. Someone had entered her space, a shaven headed devil-looking woman with a strong muscular body, pendulous breasts—and a humungous girl-cock swaying between her thighs! The woman perfectly fitted the description of her enemy, except that no-one had ever seen the Demon Queen. There were just rumours that travelled across the land, all spoken in hushed tones. Was that it? Now that she was so close to fulfilling her destiny was she actually dreaming of her enemy? The woman was leaning over her, so close that she could feel her hot breath on her cheek. She was using her index finger to fractionally part her lips, slowly dribbling a few globules of saliva downwards inside her dry mouth. The woman's gleaming red eyes glowed in satisfaction as she swallowed the offering, and then she began to fade from sight as the Warrior Princess felt a warmth begin to sweep through her veins. The sensation circled around her sleeping body, alerting her senses and bringing her nipples alive before resting between her thighs. She could no longer see the woman in her dream, but could suddenly feel her lying behind her, her large breasts pressing against her back, her nipples burning into her skin. And the way that gigantic girl-cock rested against her ass cheeks increased the curiously warm feelings she was feeling between her thighs. The Demon Queen's appendage was legendary. Larger than any man's ... than any creature known to man... And it was lengthening against her ass, rising majestically in an obvious state of arousal. Even through her loincloth, she could feel its swollen head persistently nudging against her strangely wet opening. Not that such a dream was unusual. The Warrior Princess and many of her friends often had arousals in their sleep. Yet this dream was different. It felt so real. Nor had she ever thought of the Demon Queen in such a carnal way. Yes, the woman's intense sexuality was rumoured to be legendary, but that mattered naught to her. The woman was her sworn rival, an enemy of all her kind. She shifted her position, hoping that the movement would wake her from her slumbers. But the woman behind her was curling one hand around her body, holding her in position. The spread fingers cupped her left breast, squeezing it tight, while her other hand slithered downwards, unerringly finding its way between her thighs. Her legs widened involuntarily, providing the access the hand demanded. Had she ever felt this powerless? When the probing fingers found their way under the material of her loin cloth, she gasped at her body's reaction to the contact. How could she be so wet, so needy...? The woman behind her was moving her body now, simulating the sex act against her even though the Warrior Princess's loincloth prevented that final all consuming consummation. She could even feel the head probing at her glistening opening, actually parting her labia through the thin material. And all the while, the woman's fingers were stimulating her clitoris, ramping up her need. She could feel her loincloth wet and sticky with her moisture as she gave in to the sensations, humping forward against the probing fingers and backwards against the pulsating girl-cock. Yet as soon as she began to give herself, the dream mysteriously began to weaken. The fingers stroking her clit began to fade into thin air. The hardness was no longer pressing against her asscheeks. No! Don't go! Not while she was in this state! Her own fingers found their way between her thighs as the dream died away completely and her eyes began to open. As she expected there was no-one there, only the stars in the night sky to keep her company. With a gasp, she worked two fingers inside her wetness. Masturbation was forbidden in her world, but the needs of her body were overwhelming any other consideration. Her hard nipples pointed at the sky as she arched her body. Only her shoulders and the soles of her feet remained in contact with the ground as she imagined that girl-cock inside her, her body welcoming and then submitting to the wonderful hardness. Her orgasm arrived at the same instant the sinful thought bounced through her mind. It overwhelmed her before she knew it, consuming her body with an intensity that made her cry out aloud... --- The Demon Queen stood astride the masturbating woman, cloaked in an aura of invisibility as she stroked her monstrous girl-cock. The sight of the beautiful creature fingering herself beneath her was even more enticing than she had expected. The woman was close to her orgasm, and so was she. Each stroke of her hand along her vast length was bringing her one step closer. She could feel the young warrior's sexual need, knowing why. Her spell was impossible to resist, even for the most strong minded. She brought herself to the edge of climax before slowing her jerking hand moments and holding herself there until the timing was right. The woman was whimpering now, her voluptuous body arched like a finely tuned bow. Her pumping fingers were taking her closer and closer ... until she was suddenly past the point of no return. She was about to cum and nothing could stop her. When the Warrior Princess cried out in orgasmic bliss, the Demon Queen's fingers blurred into action one final time as she dropped to her knees. She jammed her mushroom head between the moaning woman's lips, filling her mouth with girl-cum as she exploded inside her. The action took the blonde warrior by surprise and yet, even as she began to choke, the Demon Queen wouldn't let her up for air. It was the first of many lessons she would teach her. Grabbing the woman's honey-coloured locks, she pushed even deeper into her mouth until her creamy cum began to overflow from those pouting lips. --- Sleep must have overtaken the Warrior Princess again, even though that had not been her intention. Birds were twittering in the trees and, when her eyes slowly fluttered open, she saw to her consternation that the skies had begun to lighten. Leaping up, she stretched tall and breathed in the fresh air while she hurriedly glanced around her. The dream was still fresh in her mind, and yet had it been a dream? Was it her imagination, or did the salty aftertaste of the woman's cum linger in her mouth? She shook her head to free herself of the thoughts that threatened to engulf her. She had been weakened by her encounter with the Orcs and her body was consumed by tiredness, thirst and hunger. That's what had led to the hallucinations, nothing more. She needed to eat and drink, then continue her quest with the utmost haste. That was the only thing that mattered. The plum tree on the edge of the water would provide the food she needed until something more substantial came along. Some of its fruit was ripened, weighing down the tree's limbs with their plump mass. She plucked one down and moaned in delight at the quality of the flavor. Perfect. She ate as much as her stomach would accommodate before supplementing the food with water from the flowing river. That was better. Her strength was returning. The direction she needed to take was south and east, towards the rocky hills that few of her kind had ever dared to traverse. Those that had, had never returned. Would she find them there? Alive? --- The sun continued to rise as the Warrior Princess worked her way through the woods to the stony slopes of the eastern hills. A range of low but steep-walled hillocks, hidden ravines and secret grottos awaited her. When the trees gave way to smaller scrubby plants, the ground became treacherous with slick, broken fragments of stone. Small flat shale stones slid against one another and she treaded carefully so that her feet didn't shoot out from under her. Not that the moving ground was the only reason for her caution. This was Orc country. There was little cover in this area and she'd had the feeling of being watched for the last hour. When she reached the next rise, set in the scalloped shoulders of the hills, her breath caught in her throat as she peered over the ledge. It was there infront of her, almost ethereal looking in the morning light—the Demon Queen's castle. She hadn't realised she was this close. Her heart began to beat faster as her gaze took in its ornamental turrets, high towers, large ramparts, and the heavy wooden gates that led her to her destiny—to defeat and destroy her adversary... Climbing over the lip, the sound of a rock falling from the scree nearby alerted her to the fact she was no longer alone. She instantly realised that her eagerness to reach her goal had proved to be her undoing. How could she have been so careless? Twisting her head, she saw that three Orcs were sliding and tumbling down a nearby slope of broken rock fragments, making their way towards her. Two were of the smaller sort ... but the third was a huge brute, at least double her size. --- Oswald watched as the two smaller Orcs attacked the woman without thought for anything other than the trophy that awaited them. His companions might be strong and resilient, but neither of them was blessed with any real intelligence. The woman twirled her long sword twice in the empty air, waiting until her first attacker moved within range before severing its head. The Orc's spurting blood showered the stones at her feet as she quickly turned to face her second assailant. The creature stupidly ignored the fate of the first Orc and managed to get a swing at the woman with its scimitar, forcing her back. But when he blindly attacked her again, she simply moved to one side to avoid its clumsy lunge and buried the blade of her sword in his gut. Oswald smiled wickedly as she turned towards him, expelling a deep breath. He was twice her size and she wouldn't find him as reckless as the others. Reaching down, he collected two stones in his large grubby hands, each about the size of a human fist. "Don't worry, girlie," he growled as he straightened. "Oswald has no intention of killing ya." He gave a soft chuckle, enjoying his joke. "Not until he's fucked ya first..." He moved closer, sticking out his amazingly long tongue and waggling it at her lewdly. The woman instantly paused in her movements and he used the momentary advantage gained by his distraction to hurl one of the stones at her face. She managed to jerk her head out of the way just in time, but when he followed up with the second stone, she wasn't so fortunate. It struck her a glancing blow just behind her right ear as she tried to duck and, with a soft moan, she collapsed to the ground. He moved quickly despite his huge size, reaching her in a couple of bounds and pinning her to the ground with his body. Despite the flimsy coverings across her body, he could make out the outline of her nakedness underneath them. He had fucked a few humans over the years, but none as voluptuous or as beautiful as this one. He lifted her half off the ground while she was still dazed, tearing her vest top asunder to reveal her large breasts. He'd always loved tits. Dipping his head forward, he sucked as much of her right breast into his mouth as he could. Maybe he'd fuck her tits first, before he moved on to that place between her thighs. Reaching down between her legs, he ripped her loincloth away to reveal her cleanly-shaven sex. His huge scaly cock began to unfurl between his thighs at the sight. He'd never seen a woman smooth down there before. The action seemed to revive the woman, and the shock in her gaze as her eyes flickered open made him chuckle again. She tried to twist her body to one side, to find some way of escaping his clutches, but a slap across her face stilled her efforts. The Demon Queen and the Faery Prince The cell was cold and dark and decidedly damp. It was hewn out of the rock of the mountain and the walls were rough and, in places running with water. It gathered in a channel that ran though the middle of the cave, providing the many occupants their only water supply. Sometimes, if the Queen had been blending potions and thrown the effluent into the lake, or had been expending unusual amounts of dark magic over the water, it became contaminated and everyone fell ill. Sometimes it was more than that. Some of the more long term occupants had changed form more than once. There were many occupants of the cell. Some were prisoners but others lived there. Many had been in occupation before the Queen had enlarged the already existing cave to make the cell. The only entrance or exit was the heavy iron door set into one wall which was several feet thick and led into a long narrow tunnel that wound in a circuitous manner to the surface, coming out in the higher levels of the palace dungeons. There were no windows and the only light came from the phosphorescence on the walls. Once every day the guards came and threw food onto the floor and it was a free for all as bodies came out of the shadows on all sides and descended on the meagre scraps of sustenance that would keep them alive for another day. The natural inhabitants generally did not take part in this as they had found their sustenance here long before the Queen came and they, or their descendents would be there long after she was nothing more than a bad dream. Their ancestors had been there before the mountain rose from the sea, their children would be there when it crumbled to dust. They lived in the shadows, in the water, in the air. The unhappy prisoners who were imprisoned here were aware that they shared their living space with other beings but they rarely saw them. They feared them as people will those things they don't understand. These prisoners were almost always proud and haughty when they arrived. They were invariably important people, often political prisoners. The pride didn't last long. It couldn't compete with the hunger. And the haughtiness died when they realised that this was likely to be their home for a very long time. The Queen never came down here. Why would she? The only prisoners who were put here were those she didn't want to ever lay eyes on again. This morning a new prisoner had been added to the collection. The guards had brought him in and dumped him unceremoniously on the floor. He had not moved since. Unusually the native creatures had taken a great interested in the still bundle of very expensive rags and shadows swarmed over them. Because of this the other prisoners stayed away. At first the humans were curious. As soon as they heard the lock slide back on the door they knew something was about to happen. Their nostrils flared and their stomachs growled with the hope of food. When the guards dragged in the unconscious body they had a brief impression of a slender figure and long tendrils of silver white hair that completely covered the face and half the upper part of the body. They had no idea if it was a man or woman, old or young. Their curiosity waned when the shadows started to crawl. When the first of them crept over the crumpled heap they lost interest completely. Another shadow detached itself from the deeper pool under an outcrop from the wall and crawled across the floor. It licked out to touch the body and then it began to rise. The humans crouched against the wall and gibbered with fear as the shadow swirled upwards until it was roughly human shaped and gradually solidified into the shape of a young man. Although solidified might have been the wrong word. Dressed in muted tones of russet and brown with gently curling hair of the same colour kissing his shoulders, he was transparent, so that it was possible to see the phosphorescence on the wall of the cave behind him through his body. The man dropped to one knee and touched the body. It didn't move. Gently he gathered the scattered strands of hair and moved them aside, leaning over so he could see the face. When he did so he froze and simply stared. The boy who lay at his knees was the most exquisite creature he had ever seen. He was so pale that his skin seemed translucent and the blood that flowed beneath wasn't red. The long white hair had a silvery tinge that, when viewed in sunlight, even better in moonlight, wasn't silver at all but incandescent like the wings of a dragonfly. The lashes that trembled on the white cheeks were almost transparent and fluttered like the wings of a butterfly. He was unconscious but not at peace. The nut brown hand which reached out to gently touch his face was trembling and the moss green eyes were wide with horror and disbelief. For a moment the figure crouched over the pale boy and then abruptly it dissolved leaving only a puddle of shadow that seeped into the floor of the cave and was gone. For a time there was silence. The shadows crawled around the boy but did not touch him. The humans huddled against the wall and watched suspiciously. None of them dared approach him. Everything was still and silent. The shadows moved, they eddied, little swirls rose from the floor like tiny tornados. The chilly cave grew colder. The water in the channel iced over. Frost formed on the iron door. The humans shivered. There was a shimmer in the air near the unconscious boy and a figure appeared, outlined in ice, formed of shimmering translucence that held no warmth and only the slightest hint of physical form. Although there was nothing visible the watchers caught details through the corners of their eyes, seen only when not looked at directly. The frosted hem of a long skirt stirring up the shadows that clung to it like dust. The glitter of diamonds adorning a slender throat and long pale hand. The shimmer of pearls encrusting a tight bodice. The figure that was not there knelt before the figure that was. Gently, hesitantly, the white hand reached out and touched the white cheek. Ice blue eyes caressed him from the crown of his head to his torn and bloodied naked feet. Fire flashed and the icy eyes melted to blue fire. The light of the flames filled the room and burned coldly. The eerie light illuminated the form of a tall slender woman with a face of such beauty that this alone had the humans cowering against the walls as if they wanted to press through them. The face, although beautiful was set in a mask of fury and the eyes flashed with anger. Slowly, delicately she reached out and lifted the cold, limp hand holding it briefly to her lips. Her fingers caressed the heavy silver ring on the middle finger. Laying the hand reverentially back on the slender hip she threw back her head and howled. It was not a howl that any animal or human throat would be capable of. It was elemental, like the scream of the wind. It shook the cave and the foundations of the palace built above, it radiated like the aftershocks of an earthquake for many miles. Although there were no words to the howl its meaning permeated the very fabric of the world. WAR. Far above, in a crowded hall it was heard and the cruel face of the creature who heard it smiled. In the cave all was silent. The icy figure was frozen, her head thrown back, the long white hair brushing the ground behind her. Slowly she raised her head, her face set in lines of sorrow and rage. At her signal the shadows danced and the semi transparent, earthy young man slowly emerged and sank to one knee bowing deeply. There was no sound, but a breath of wind. There was no movement but the whisper of snow on snow. But they all heard the message as loud as if it had been screamed. "Deva! Stay with him. Care for him as you may. Report to me. There will be war for this." "As Your Majesty pleases." And then the figure became a shimmer, the shimmer became a blur and the blur disappeared. Deva rose from the bow and looked around. Carefully tearing a strip from the shredded robe the boy was wearing he took it to a place where water was running into the still frozen channel. Placing the rag under the flowing water he made sure it was entirely soaked. The huddled prisoners watched in wonder as this ghost like figure performed such a natural physical act. Holding the wet rag carefully Deva carried it back to the boy. He knelt and lifted him into his arms. He was utterly unresponsive. His head hung back over Deva's arm, his hair sweeping the floor behind. Gently clearing the long tendrils away from his face Deva parted his lips with one finger and squeezed the rag into his mouth. The water trickled from the sides as the boy made no attempt to swallow. With a sigh that swept through the cave like wind through the forest he dropped the rag onto the floor and held the boy close to him, crooning a song without words. His eyes were closed and his face intense. They made a strange contrast. The muddy brown boy with skin the colour of oak bark. His silver and white companion with skin like fine opal. Yet somehow they complimented each other. Yin and Yang. The earth and the sky. Night and day. The glow from the one made the other seem more solid, more present, even while it made it's creator less so. The word that, had any of the prisoners been thinking clearly at that time, might have sprung to their minds would have been... elemental. They would have been mostly right. Time passed, as time will. It could have been moments. It could have been days. It could have been years. Time had little meaning in this place. With no day or night, nothing to mark the passing of the hours it served nothing other than to bear witness to the whiling away of lives. The sound of the bolt sliding back startling them all. Deva's head shot up and he stared at it with something like fear on his face. Gently laying his companion on the cold stone floor he dissolved into shadow which sank into the earth. By the time the door swung open there was nothing but a lingering odour of damp earth which went unnoticed by all. The guards came in first. They stood on either side of the door, two on each side facing out. At first the prisoners began to crawl nearer in the hope of food but there was none offered. Soft footfalls were heard in the passage outside, accompanied by the tinkling of tiny bells. They immediately scuttled back again to cower against the walls. The stared transfixed at the figure who regally lowered her head and glided into the room. Tall by human standards she stood over seven feet high but was in perfect proportion. Her appearance was startling; from her shapely, mostly naked body, to her raven black hair bound in a long braid hanging over one shoulder, twined with gold and threaded with pearls. Diaphanous robed swirled as she walked, multi coloured and sheer almost to the point of invisibility. Apart from a waistband of red leather studded with rubies from which hung a short skirt of glittering studded leather strips she was naked beneath. The most startling thing of all was her face which was incredibly and terrifyingly beautiful. Although her skin was as blue as the ocean it did nothing to detract from the beauty which was further enhanced by her regal bearing. She was a Queen. Of that there was no doubt. She wore a crown of pearls on her head and carried a jewelled staff surmounted by a diamond the size of a goose egg. She was a cold and terrible Queen. She was a demon. The eyes that stared haughtily from the glorious countenance were red and burned with a demonic fire that left no one in any doubt about her nature and the tips of her long and slender fingers were clawed and venomous. Glancing around once she smiled. The baleful eyes missed nothing. She had been here. Oh yes. She had come. She had seen. Well let her see. Let her go back to her pathetic kingdom and declare war. She had already lost. Here and now the final battle would begin and it was a battle that She, Queen though she was, could not win. "Show yourself you pathetic creature. I know that you are here. I can feel you. Your Queen would not have left her precious son alone in my hands. Does she think that I am a fool? There are wards on this chamber that not even you can break, Lord of the Cold Earth." She spat out the title in a voice that dripped with scorn. That was not his true title of course but it did not do to speak such things out loud. Especially not at a time like this. "No doubt you are to be her messenger, to report to her about the welfare of her unfortunate offspring. I am afraid that I have bad news for you to impart. I do hope that she does not turn her anger upon the bringer of the message. It would be most sad for two noble lords to be lost to her in one day." The air eddied as if it was itself angry with her words but she just laughed. It was a full rich laugh and it boomed around the cave, bouncing from the walls. "I have a message for your Queen, fey one. Tell her this. Tell her that from this day on her Aster Ganos (bright star in Greek) her precious Psukhe (meaning soul - Pronounced Suki)is and always will be mine. Bear witness to my power. Stand as the recorder of this auspicious event. Mark this day, when The Queen's son perishes and mine is conceived. Take careful note Deva for I will expect you to convey to you mistress in great detail what is about to transpire." No breath of air swirled the shadows at her feet. Indeed it was as if the very earth itself held its breath and waited to see what she would do. Smiling the Demon Queen held out her hands palm down the ghastly red claws like clots of blood dripping from the ends of her fingers. Whispering across the dusty floor the rags that had clothed the prince's body seemed to take on a life of their own and slithered away from him, leaving him naked. The Queen smiled, her black lips curling mirthlessly. Turning one hand palm upwards fine silver chains shot from her fingers and wrapped themselves loosely around the prince who was bourn upwards as if lifted by invisible arms. He hung there suspended. His feet almost touched the ground. His back was arched and his head hanging back, the glorious hair draped over one shoulder and then cascading in frothing abandon to barely inches above the floor. His face was pointing straight up at the ceiling but his body was tilted as if the arms that were holding him were not straight. One arm was at his side, held either by the silver chains which seemed to be binding nothing, or by the invisible body in whose arms he lay. The other hung limply almost touching the floor. In this position the contours of his body were accentuated, utterly laid open to anyone whose eyes slid hungrily across his flat stomach, or lingered on the smooth pale skin on his long shapely limbs, or the delicate curve of his shoulder. Those same hungry eyes might linger to admire the beauty of his softly rounded hip or rise to the promise of his long slender neck, presented in all its glory by the angle of his head. They would have been disappointed though if they had sought to espy his manhood for the chains which swathed his loins were thicker and concealed what every eye in an honest head would admit to being the ultimate object of their survey. What everyone who stared at the glory of the suspended body had to admit was that it was the epitome of perfection. There was no flaw anywhere. No spare ounce of fat or flesh. No blemish. No deformity of any kind. He was perfect. Not even the deep purple bruises on the side of his face, running down over his shoulder and ribs, could mar that beauty and only enhanced it, speaking of impermanence and bringing the only colour to the marble paleness of is form. Somewhere the air eddied in what sounded like a sigh and the Queen laughed. "Save your breath Deva. There is so much more. Keep your sighs for when you truly have something to sigh about." Still laughing the Queen stepped forwards and ran her hands over the body which hung at just below chest height. The boy shuddered in his sleep as her fingers traced the lines and curves of his body, lingering in places to the tinkling of silver on silver. "Ah sweet boy. Do not shrink from my touch. Soon you will welcome it. You are so pale, so cold. You need fire in your veins and I shall give it to you." She leaned forwards and kissed him deeply. With a sigh the incandescent lashes shivered and lifted to reveal eyes of stunning topaz which gazed sightlessly upwards. The Queen caressed his face and smiled deeply. He remained unresponsive as she touched his hair, his lips, his cheek. With one claw she drew pictures lightly on his skin. Over his stomach, his chest, his shoulders. Tilting his head further back so that his empty eyes stared into her face she hooked his hair and brushed it away from his face and throat. "You are so pretty my love, but oh how cold that beauty is. Have you ever felt the touch of a loving hand? Have you moaned in the throes of passion? Have you tasted the sweetness of another's body? You will my love, you will. I will release you from the chains that have bound you since your birth. Chains not of silver but of fear and selfish love. Here, with me you will be free." As she spoke she ran her claw up and down his exposed throat but there was no reaction. Laying her other hand against the side of his face she caressed his lips with her finger while she stared deeply into his eyes. "It will just be a little while my pretty one, just a little while and you will be mine. Such a small price to pay. Such a short time to wait. And at the end... and eternity at my side. You shall be my prince, my heir, the son I have never conceived. But you will be so much more. The leader of my armies, the warmer of my bed, the father of my children. This and so much more shall be yours...when you are mine. "Forgive me my love. If there were a way that this could be done without pain then I would seek it but to be sure that you are wholly mine I must fill your veins with my fire and it will burn you. But do not fear. It will not kill you. And in three days, when the fire dies, I will come for you and you will take your place at my side. You shall be my prince, my consort, my love. Remember this when you burn. Remember... this..." She leaned forward and kissed him, then she plunged the claw of her right index finger into his neck, her lips still clasped to his. His entire body jerked and convulsed against the bonds but the movements appeared to have little conscious volition to them. His hands clasped and unclasped, his own nails digging into his palms. The Queen smiled against his lips continuing to pump venom into his body. When she raised her head, his chest was threaded with fine red lines as if veins of fire were running through the marble. She continued until his entire body was veined with her burning energy. When she withdrew the claw he shuddered and his body twisted, writhing in the chains which tinkled musically with the movement. Smiling the Queen ran her hands over the hot body which glowed with an eerie red light. He trembled at her touch. She stood at his head and stroked his face, crooning to him as his body arched in torment. His lips opened and closed, flecked with bloody froth and his eyes were changing. Now the turquoise blue was trapped within a ring of flame. After a time the fire faded and the boy hung still and limp in his bonds. The Queen, still stroking his face leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. He groaned deeply. Lifting her head The Queen smiled fondly at him. "Sleep now sweet prince. Soon you will begin to change. I wish that I could make it easier for you but unfortunately pain is part of the process. Just relax and let it happen, it will whether you fight it or not. It will be so much easier for you if you don't..." she bent and whispered in his ear, "...but I would be so disappointed if you didn't." The Demon Queen and the Faery Prince Her fingers crackled as she ran them through his hair. His eyes flickered, still bearing the red ring around the irises. A shudder passed through him as the questing fingers found the base of his skull and sent a chilling burst of energy into his body which travelled like ice cold fire down his spine and up into his brain. He hardly had time to gasp before his body convulsed and his eyes rolled upwards as consciousness was violently ripped from him. Making a dismissive gesture with her hands The Queen withdrew the chains and the body fell to the floor with a sickening thud. Raising her head The Queen spoke to the ethers. "Bear this message to you Queen, little one. Her son is gone. His body will lie here in torment for three days while my burning energy consumes him. On the third day he will be mine. Tell her also that she is not welcome here. That if she tries to breach my defences again I will destroy her utterly. If she has not yet had the opportunity to say goodbye to her precious Psukhe then her chance is gone. She will see his body again but in three days his soul will be burned to oblivion and the shell will be filled with my fire. "Feed the animals." She directed the guards as she swept through the doorway and was gone. The guards ducked into the passageway outside and threw the usual slops onto the floor of the cave before they left. This time there was no rush towards the food. The prisoners were cowed, terrified by what they had witnessed. Slowly the bravest among them crept across the floor towards the food but he ignored it. Instead he crawled past it to the fallen prince. Reaching out his hand he touched the cold flesh and brushed the tangled hair from the beautiful face. "Oh my prince, my prince, what have they done to you?" He wept. For as long as it took for time to pass the only sound in the cave was that of weeping. It was not just the man who wept. The very shadows mourned. The ice on the water hissed. The tinkling of the water falling into the channel conveyed unbearable sorrow. The rock wept. At first the shadows kept their distance. Then, tentative at first, they crept forward and soon they were swarming over the cold body in which the red glow had faded. The man who had been kneeling at his side skittered back and huddled in his usual spot hugging the wall. The shadows deepened. They coalesced and in moments Deva stood, his face grave, his green eyes moist with tears. Dropping to his knees he again lifted Psukhe's body into his arms and the tears fell thicker, splashing on his stone cold face. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry my love. I came too late. I let them take you. Forgive me." he closed his eyes and rocked. He lost himself in sorrow. Slowly the cold skin pressed against his warmed but he did not notice. He was too immersed in his own pain. He knew nothing until Psukhe stirred and his moans whispered in Deva's ears. Surprised he opened his eyes and looked down at a face that was suddenly flushed and damp with perspiration. Beneath the surface fire burned. It was invisible now but still it burned. Gently stroking Psukhe's hot face Deva crooned and rocked him as the fever built, sending chills to wrack his body and chatter his teeth. "Hush beautiful one. I am here. I will be here to the end. Do not be afraid. I swore I would never leave you and I never will." At the sound of his voice Psukhe turned his head and moaned. Deva rocked him and crooned but it did nothing to soothe the torment. Psukhe's breathing quickened to pants and his hands clenched. "Hush now. Please. Don't..." The pain was raw in his voice and it may have been this or it may have been something else that brought consciousness back where it should never have been. "Deva." The word was soft and breathless but it stopped Deva in his tracks. Breathless himself he forced a smile as Psukhe's eyelids fluttered and opened. Staring down into the brilliant blue eyes, forcing himself not to shudder at the red rims that still circled the pools. "My Prince. I'm so sorry I let you down." "Where am I?" "In the dungeons of the Demon Queen." "Deva..." His eyes fluttered, and his gasping breath caught in his throat. "Ssshhh. It's alright. Try to rest. Don't..." "I burn." "I know. I know you do. Please... just..." He couldn't continue. How could he comfort Psukhe when there was no comfort to give? "What... what did... do... me?" "She... she's changing you. Her venom is in your veins. That's what burns. She's turning you into a demon." The blue eyes widened and then hardened. "Never." "Psukhe you can't... You know you can't... no one can." "Then... kill me now." Deva reflexively shook his head. "NO. No I can't do that. Don't ask it of me My Prince, my love." "I can't... I can't be..." His voice died but his eyes continued the conversation. "No. No it cannot be. It will not be. I will not end your life. You must go on." Psukhe shook his head, fading. His eyes searched Deva's face then he shook his head again. "No. I cannot. You cannot ask it of me. There must be another way. You must fight it. You a prince, an elemental, no common man. The Demon's venom destroys the souls of mortals a fey alike but you... you are half elemental. More that this... your element it Aether which combines them all. You are strong, stronger than any man I have ever come across. You can fight it. I know that you can fight it. I have faith in you. Fight it Psukhe. Promise me." Gathering the last reserves of strength Psukhe gripped his hand and gazed into his eyes. "I will promise... to try... if you... promise that if... if I... fail... you will... you will not let...me become..." Deva, weeping freely gripped the cold hand hard and nodded. "I give you my word. If... if you fail I will not let her take your soul. I will take it from you first and cherish its memory for eternity." Psukhe sighed and closed his eyes. "Wait." With a great deal of effort the prince cracked open his eyes, just a little. "You have to know. Just... just in case you have to know." Deva bent low over him, holding him tight against him. Psukhe had no strength to hold up his head so Deva, burying his hand in the long hair, raised it for him. "You know that I have served you well all your life. We grew together. We were children playing in the flower... together. We served our apprenticeship in the guard... together. We ate together, slept together, ate together and you were the best friend I ever had. "But... you were more than that. I know that you know I love you but I don't think you know just how much." Gently, lightly, tenderly Deva took possession of his lips and Psukhe surrendered to him. After a soft, sweet moment Deva raised his head and gasped. The eyes that stared into his were pure, clear blue again. The look on Psukhe's face was wondrous. He opened his lips to speak but before there was a chance to speak he shuddered as the red bled back into his eyes. With his last sighing breath before he sank back into his nightmare Psukhe breathed. "I know." For two long days and two long nights Deva stood guard over his prince. Sometimes he burned with a fever than bent his back and sent his body into convulsions. Sometimes he lay comatose, cold and still. Sometimes he clung blindly to Deva and screamed until his throat bled and he collapsed again exhausted. Often the burning fire in his veins was visible beneath the skin, crawling through his body like trails of red ants. These were the times that Deva feared most of all. At these times Psukhe would lie shivering and sweating while the took possession of him and then twitch and jerk, his back arching, raising his body from the ground so far that Deva could hear his spine creak. For a time he would be completely locked with a look of such pain on his face that Deve wept with helpless frustration. Always these fits ended with a violent convulsion which left Psukhe vomiting bloody bile onto the floor and losing control of his bodily functions before lapsing again into the deep unconsciousness which differed from death only in the fluttering heartbeat and shallow breath. Grimly Deva would carry water from the channel and clean his body, saying a prayer for his soul. He had no idea if these fits indicated success or failure in the epic battle that was being waged within the frail body. Being part fey and part elemental Psukhe needed little nourishment, other that water, which Deva dribbled into his mouth whenever he was able to swallow. Never again in the whole time that Deva sat and watched did he open his eyes again or speak a word other than a scream. Many times Deva wanted nothing more than to flee. He could not bear to see his love in such torment and he wanted to turn away his face and cover his ears. But he did not. He had promised his Queen to watch over her son no matter what and, more than this, he had promise Psukhe. The denizens of the shadow helped as much as they could. They brought lichens and fungi to feed Deva and maintain his strength. They wove themselves into his hair to give him such comfort as they may. The blanketed Psukhe in shadow to keep him warm when he slept. The human prisoners, after their initial fear of the strangers gradually crept closer. They brought over choice titbits of food. They offered scraps of clothing and providing hands to hold Psukhe down when his thrashing threatened to injure him. They whispered together but never spoke to Deva. They tried but he was too lost within his own mind to listen. On the third day the fever died and Psckhe lay in a stupor, his body trembling with occasional tremors which ran through it like ripples on water. For the first time his breathing was deep and even and he seemed to be at peace. Deva was taut as a bow. He searched his friend's face and body for a sign, any sign of which way the battle had turned. There were no red lines under his skin. He was pale and cold. There were no claws erupting from the ends of his fingers. His lips were neither blue nor black. How does one know when a man has become a demon? Deva fingered the short dagger at his belt uneasily. Time passed although no one was sure precisely how much. They knew that the Queen would come soon. None knew what she would find when she did. Deva was distracted when the end came. He was not looking at Psukhe when, without sound or warning he rose gracefully to stand tall and straight. He was clothed to the hips in his hair which writhed about him as though it were caught in a swirling wind or was made up of myriad tiny snakes. Startled beyond measure Deva rose to his feet. He was shorter than Psukhe by at least half a foot and he looked up into the familiar eyes which he immediately saw with a sinking heart and shattered soul were not so familiar any more. The red bands that had encircled the irises had enlarged to swallow them whole so that there was no blue left at all. The flaming eyes glowed with baleful fire and shed a sinister light onto the curling lips. The expression in the red eyes was one that made Deva shrink back. The smile did not slip from the sweet red lips as they parted and whispered. "Why do you shrink from me Deva? Do you not love me? Is that not what you said? Do you not love me still?" The voice was a hiss and it chilled Deva to the bone. He shook his head and backed away as the thing that had once been Psykhe advanced on him. Terrified he allowed his body to dissolve into shadow and he heard Psukhe laugh. "Hide from me if you must, my friend." The word 'friend' was a distinctly unfriendly sneer. "You cannot hide for ever. We have history you and I. We were to be lovers were we not, that is not impossible still. My Queen is not a jealous consort. She would not gainsay me my pleasures." "I would rather die than sleep with you now." Deva spat as he plunged his dagger into Psykhe's back. Except Psukhe wasn't there any more. Moving faster than Deva could follow Psukhe spun and twisted, grabbing Deva's wrist and forcing the hand that held the knife to hold it to his own throat. Gasping and wondering what had happened Deva found himself in Psukhe's arms. One was wrapped around him pulling him close against him. The other was holding his hand, crushing it, preventing him from dropping the knife. "Please..." "Would you beg me, My Lord? Surely that is beneath such an exalted personage as yourself." Psukhe lowered his head and whispered into Deva's ear, so softly that the elemental himself barely heard him. "You are my life. Trust me." Stunned Deva went stiff and Psukhe threw him away, flinging him to the ground. He retained the knife which he looked at with a curious expression on his face. "A faery weapon." He mused before he crumpled it like paper in his hand and dropped it to the floor. At that very moment the bolt of the door flew back and the door swung open. The four guards took up position and the Queen slunk in. Today her hair was piled on the top of her head with tendrils artfully curled around her face. It was encircled by a band of gold encrusted with diamonds bigger than walnuts. Her body was oiled and clothed in brief strips of jewelled fabric that bound her breasts and loins but covered nothing more than was absolutely decent. Not that the Queen was decent and it showed in her eyes. As soon as he saw her Psukhe dropped to one knee and bowed his head. Smiling broadly the Queen hooked one clawed finger under his chin and lifted his head. When she saw the glowing red eyes the smile became hot. "You are so beautiful. I had not thought that anything could have added to that beauty but I was wrong." "I live to serve, Your Majesty." "Yes. You do. I wish you to please me." "In any way you wish. Name your pleasure." "Kiss me." Gracefully Psukhe rose and took the Queen into his arms. Without hesitation he pressed his lips against hers and sought access with the tip of his tongue. At the same time his hands roved over her body, gently stroking the skin on her back which, even though it was blue and distinctly demonic was soft and supple. The Queen shuddered and pulled away. "All in good time, my love. This is no longer any place for you." She flicked her eyes to Deva who still lay weeping on the floor. "Deliver your message elemental and hope that your Queen does not send you to oblivion for it." Linking her arm with Psukhe's the Queen swirled and led him from the room. Just before he left he cast a glance over his shoulder at Deva who stared after him, utterly shocked until the door closed. The moment the lock clicked into place he melted into shadow and vanished. The Queen led Psukhe up through the levels of dungeon, through the living quarters of the palace to her private bed chamber. Although she posted guards at the door they were more to keep their privacy than for protection. She was utterly confident in her power and knew with no doubt that Psukhe was now utterly under her control. The red eyes were as much evidence as she needed. They had never failed her yet. Once in the chamber the Queen insisted that Psukhe bathe to cleanse himself of the stench of sickness and the cell. She massaged fragrant oils into his skin and laid him on satin cushions on a low couch while she stroked his body and murmured words of lust. All the while he smiled and gazed at her with adoring eyes. Finally, panting with anticipation she took him by the hand and led him to the enormous bed. Lying back against the silk pillows she drew him down beside her. For a while he let his long fingers play with the soft skin on her breasts and bell before raising himself to straddle her. Looking up she felt as though she were looking into the face of a God. The red eyes still glowed and the translucent hair floated out around him. A God or an Angel, and Avenging Angel. The thought made her uncomfortable and she brushed it aside. "Take me my love. Take all of me I am yours." "Yes... you are." He purred and there was something in his voice that terrified her. Before she had time to utter a sound he bent forwards and kissed her on the lips. The kiss sealed them and to her horror she couldn't speak. She struggled but he was too strong. "Are you wondering what's going on? What I'm doing to you and why?" Maintaining the haughty expression and with fire crackling over her hair and sparking in her eyes she nodded. "Well... I seem to remember you telling some time... a long time ago... that you would be disappointed in me if I did not fight you. And so I did." His eyes, hovering above hers blinked and the fire died, clear blue reasserting itself as if he had switched on a light. Her own eyes widened as he smiled. "And I won." Raising himself sinuously but not so far as to allow her an inch of movement he called "Deva." And the shadows gathered. "You called, My Prince." He said joyfully, far more solid in this place where there were no wards t prevent it. "You delivered my message?" "I did, My Prince. Even now your mother's forces amass before the gate." "Are they hidden?" "Completely." Psukhe turned back to the Queen. "I am going to let you go and unseal your lips. Then you will give the order to open the gate." With blazing eyes she shook her head. "Very well. They I shall take your head and assume your position and I shall open the gates." Her eyes widened even further and she considered her options. Finally she nodded, defeated. "Make no mistake My Queen. One false move and your head is mine." Slowly Psykhe withdrew and stood at the side of the bed. The Queen too rose and glared at him with hate filled eyes. He smiled pleasantly. Raising one finger he touched her lips and she immediately hissed. "I will crush you to powder, you viper." "If I am venomous it is because you made me so." "How do you know that I will not betray you now that I am free? What can you do to prevent it?" "This." He said simply as the red glow returned to his eyes and he reached out so fast that the hand was a blur. Grabbing her wrist he squeezed until she cried out and begged him to stop. "What have I done? What have I created?" "Nemesis." Psukhe purred, leading her to the consul from which she could communicate with the guard posts. "Give the command." The Queen reached out her hand to touch the panel but before she did so she spun. Taking Psukhe by surprise she held him, as he had previously held Deva, although not so gentle. "I should have known." She hissed, pressing her venomous claw to his throat. "When the elemental tried to stab you, you let him live. Any true demon would have obliterated him." "Live and learn Your Majesty. Never let your loins govern your thinking." "Never again." She pressed the claw deeper so that a drop of blood, pearlised and shimmering like mother of pearl welled up and ran down his neck. Psukhe chuckled deep in his throat. "Fool. Do you think your venom frightens me any more? I have beaten it once and I can do so again, far more easily this time. I am immune to you bitch. Do my bidding or die." Now there was no doubt that he was a prince. With eyes as cold as ice, rimmed with fire he commanded and she obeyed. But she was a Queen and obedience does not come easily to one such as she. Once again she reached for the consul only to spin away at the last minute. Only this time she lunged for Deva. Startled he tried to shift but the Queen's power held him in human form and he could not escape her. "Let him go." "That would be foolish of me. He is all the weapon I have to wield against you. You have fought my venom and won... can you be so sure that he would do the same?" "No. I can't. And you know that I would never take that chance." "Then you will yield to me." "I yield to none... save the one you hold." "Then..." "Then I am left with no choice." The Demon Queen and the Faery Prince Startled the Queen had no time to wonder or to think. The last thing she saw was the cold blue eyes turn to fire and the slender body blur and then she saw nothing but blood and fire. If she had been watching from the outside she would have seen Psukhe spin and leap for the long silver sword that lay across the consul table. She would have seen him raise it and swing it with such precision that it severed her head completely before stopping millimetres away from Deva's terrified eyes. Released from the Queen's spell he melted and reformed as her body slumped to the floor. Psukhe let the bloodied sword fall from his numb fingers and looked at Deva with dazed eyes. "I think perhaps that I am more demon than I thought." With a sob Deva threw himself into his arms and they held each other, holding on tightly until the shadows lengthened and others used them to reconnoitre the situation. Now that the Demon Queen was dead her wards had failed and there was nothing to prevent the faery overrunning the palace. As soon as they realised this the guards stormed the queen's bedroom to find Psukhe awaiting them holding her gory head aloft. The law of demon kind demands that he, or she, who takes the head of a man, or woman, took their place and station. This extended to their royalty and meant that Psukhe was now the Demon King... at least for this race and kind. Although at first they were shocked the guards knew their place and immediately fell to their knees renouncing the Queen and acknowledging Psukhe as their king. After clearing the bedroom and displaying the Queen's head on a pole outside the window as evidence of the change in title he was ready to sink onto the bed and sleep. However it was not to be, not just yet. Without preamble the doors were thrown open and elemetals of all kinds spilled into the room. Psukhe groaned inwardly. His mother was the last person he wanted to see now. With a sigh he forced himself to stand erect facing the door. The Faery Queen swept into the room, the hem of her silver white dress floating around her feet. She stopped before her son and gazed into his eyes. Raising her hand she cupped his chin and tilted his head to look deeper. "Show me." She commanded. Obediently he complied and red fire flared and spewed from his eyes. The Queen's eyes widened and other's audibly gasped. Unsure what would happen next the Prince blinked and his eyes regained their crystal blue colour. After a moment pause the Queen, shockingly, pulled her son into an embrace. He hissed at the gems encrusting her dress dug into his naked skin. Resting her cheek on his hair she whispered so that none but he could hear. "My son. I thought I had lost you and I have. I lost the child you were but have gained the man you have become. I am proud." She held the stunned prince close for a few moment more and then released him. Shocked by the uncharacteristic display of affection from his mother he was further shocked a moment later when she sank to one knee and bowed her head. "All hail to thee, most glorious and terrible Prince of the Fey, Lord of the Aethers, Demon King." The Demon Queen Ch. 02 The Warrior Princess slowly climbed to her feet and, arms in the air, stretched her full length. She had been resting in the thick grass in an attempt to regain her strength, and yet h sleep hadn't found her. Every time she had closed her eyes, the happenings of the previous twenty four hours returned to her like a multi-coloured dream. Except that it hadn't been a dream... The Demon Queen had so easily outwitted her—humbled her and stripped her of all dignity. The way she had used her overheated body time and time again for her lewd gratification would live with the Warrior Princess forever. And then ... the ultimate humiliation. She had been set free. Her life had been spared so that she could return to her people and tell the tale of her degradation. But how could she head home in such disgrace? There would be no welcome for her back in the East. Only further shame at being vanquished so easily... To compound her embarrassment the Demon Queen had ensured that the sexual spell—if that indeed was what it was—still resided deep within her. Despite the long hours spent serving her victorious foe, a fire had been lit inside her and that place between her thighs craved more... Shaking the unwanted thoughts away, she glanced around her as she tried to contain the gloomy feeling that was rapidly descending on her very soul. She couldn't go home, she couldn't stay here—she was an outcast. But just as she felt matters couldn't get worse, a loud crash from the nearby shrubbery startled her. Her heart sank when she saw two Orc's charging toward her, screaming and spewing curses in their guttural language. Was there to be no end to her misfortune? She might have survived her previous encounters with the foul and vicious creatures, but this time she was weak and—with her sword lying in the grass a few paces away from where she stood—she was unarmed. ----- The green-skinned Orcs were so intent on their quarry that they failed to notice the hunter emerge from the trees, just a few paces away from the Warrior Princess. His brown and gray clothing was intended to blend into the undergrowth and on this occasion it served its purpose perfectly. The lead Orc was close to the hunter now and yet only caught sight of its adversary when it was too late. With a grunt, the man's powerful arm muscles propelled the axe in his hand in a tight, deadly arc and split its skull in two. The sound of its death-throw screams alerted the second Orc to his presence, but rather than take stock the wart-covered creature instantly resumed its attack. Swinging away from the Warrior Princess at the last second, its crude fighting knife caught its new enemy on the right leg just as the hunter attempted to nimbly step to one side. Even as a gush of blood spurted from the wound, the hunter had enough strength to slice his axe into the Orc's left shoulder, nearly severing his arm. The creature screamed, but still managed to kick the hunter's legs from under him as it fell to the ground. The hunter went down with him, receiving a disgusting wash of the Orc's fetid breath in his face on the way. Despite his severe handicap, the creature fortuitously landed on top of the man and instantly swept his knife towards his gut before he could recover. The blow would undoubtedly have killed him had it reached its target. But it miraculously stopped a few inches short of its target... The Warrior Princess had recovered her long sword from the grass beside her and severed the Orc's descending arm mid-swing. With a wailing cry that embodied all the frustration and anger she inhabiting her body, a second swish buried the blade in the creature's muscled torso up to the hilt. Temporarily at least, the danger had been expunged. The hunter breathed heavily as he pushed up onto his elbows. His gaze found the two corpses on the grass, their bodies still twitching even now, before his gaze alighted onto the naked woman standing over him. Her golden locks were the colour of sunshine, some bound into a pony tail behind her head but half had fallen free in the encounter, framing her high cheeks and thick lips. She was naked except for her calf length black boots, with dark nipples that stood proud and erect on her high breasts. Her gently curving hips led to shapely and well-toned thighs, between which was the most amazing cleanly-shaven sex. He had lain with many women without ever seeing so much of their skin exposed. Had he ever seen such an enchanting sight? For a few moments, he was so entranced by her voluptuousness that he was unable to draw his gaze away. "Like what you see?" he heard her ask, although her tone of voice was not mocking in any way. Indeed, as his appreciative eyes returned to her beautiful face, the smile that touched the corner of her lips suggested she welcomed his openly admiring glance. ----- The Warrior Princess felt the heat of the man's gaze in her needy sex as he scrambled to his feet. He had saved her from the Orc attack but, more importantly, was he the answer to her immediate problem? "Please allow me to introduce myself," he told her, crisply bowing at the neck once he was standing upright. "I am from the land of Beckfoot. Please call me Hunter." The Warrior Princess nodded in return, but made no move to reveal her own name. Such was her shame, she was unsure if she had a real identity any more. "You are hurt, Hunter," she said instead, letting her eyes linger over his muscular torso before glancing towards the knife wound in his injured thigh. There was a ragged tear in his breeches and the wound was bleeding steadily, staining the material. It needed immediate attention. She looked about and spotted a largish stone protruding from the loamy soil of the forest. "Sit upon that stone and I will tend it," she told him. "I have some small skill at such things." He smiled lopsidedly, bowing for a second time as he eased down onto the stone as requested. The Warrior Princess sat beside him, unfastening the tie that held his breeches together without a word and tugging the garment to his knees. It was necessary to have full access to the wound if she was going to tend to him, but she did not anticipate the sudden movement in his groin through his undergarment. He was growing hard. Swallowing quickly, she reached into the small leather pouch attached to her waist and opened one of the numerous tiny pockets sewn into the sides. When she removed a tiny vial and uncapped it, the strong smell of cinnamon hit the air. "This will sting, Hunter," she told him, tipping a couple of drops into the wound. His body tensed up and he gritted his teeth as the liquid bit into his flesh. It did more than sting, not that he intended to show any more than the minimum of discomfort. "Then it will go numb," she added, "and the woundwort will also guard the wound from infection." She returned the vial to its assigned pouch and produced a very small needle and a length of thread. She passed it through the eye as if it were as large as a finger ring. "You'd better grit those teeth again," she said, with a sympathetic glance before beginning her task. Working from left to right, she sewed the wound in his flesh shut, feeling him flinch each time the needle pierced his flesh. The numbness hadn't fully kicked in yet. The hunter's body gave off a slight aroma of masculine perspiration as she tended to him, no doubt brought about through hard work. She liked the smell—an honest one—and it gradually filled her nostrils and infused her senses as she completed her task. Leaning close to bite the end of the thread, she inhaled deeply as she saw that the bulge between his thighs had grown considerably. Her face was close enough to nuzzle it, her lips to brush against it... Replacing the needle and thread back into their little pockets, she secured the pouch and sat back on her haunches as she considered how far to take this. Decision taken, she smiled flirtatiously up at him. "That should serve the wound," she said, returning one hand to his thigh. When she slid it across his undergarment, her fingers were impressively lifted upwards by his cock swelling. "It seems as if you have other needs that require attention, Hunter," she softly said, stroking the outline of his manhood with her fingertips. "I beg your forgiveness," he stammered, a look of embarrassment covering his face. "I'm—" "It is hardly an insult for my touch to arouse you, Hunter," she interrupted, the fingers of both her hands reaching for the waistband of his undergarment. "If it is any comfort, I feel the same need inside me." She tugged the garment downwards as she spoke, allowing his cock to spring free. It was nowhere near as big as the monster between the Demon Queen's thighs, or Oswald the brute Orc for that matter, but it was beautiful. Her fingers stroked up and down his veiny shaft before she reluctantly let it slide from her grasp and stood up before him. The hunter stared up at her, his cock rising from the thick undergrowth between his legs like a mini tower. Stepping across his body, the Warrior Princess curled her arms around his broad shoulders as she squatted downwards, sheathing his hardness with unbelievable ease. "This is your lucky day, Hunter," she softly said, already moving into the rise and fall of a lover's embrace. ----- Despite the intensity of the need burning so brightly inside her, the Warrior Princess rode her man slowly, her beautiful eyes squeezed closed and her head tilted to one side. She was concentrating on her own pleasure, fully in control as she worked herself on him, her fingers stroking the hair at the back of his neck with each downthrust. The hunter gripped her hips tightly as she moved rhythmically on him, his eager lips sucking on her hard nipples as he allowed her to control the pace. Pulling his face away from her breasts, the Warrior Princess stared him in the eyes as she increased the friction, wanting to eradicate the image of the Demon Queen that had entered her mind. Okay, she needed to be taken hard—just as her wicked nemesis had done to her with that gigantic girl-cock—but denying herself the desire to submit was like giving herself some form of absolution. She eased her hips upwards until just the hunter's crown was inside her, wanting the coupling to be on her terms and not anyone else's. When he raised his muscular ass from the stone in search of her firmer contact, she smoothly slid back down to take the whole of his hardness once more. They gasped in unison. "Is it good, Hunter?" she asked, digging her fingertips into the back of his scalp. He nodded, his fingers gripping her hips more tightly. "Very good," he grunted. "It gets better," she promised, taking him by surprise as she suddenly picked up her speed. Her full breasts bounced deliciously on her chest as she rose higher before pumping downwards, increasing both the length and pace of her thrusts. Up and down. Faster and faster. Riding him like a steed. His body jerked at each of her downthrusts. Trying to hold back? He had no chance... She wanted one thing and one thing only. And soon it would be hers. He would fill her with his creamy seed—just as the Demon Queen had done time and time again. The thought of her nemesis instantly brought her even closer to her climax. She'd already orgasmed twice, or was it three times, but this one felt as if it was going to tear her insides out. Why couldn't she rid herself of all the lewd images of the Demon Queen? They were taking over again... With a throaty growl, she began to plunge up and down as if her very life depended on it, leaving the hunter with nowhere to hide. He was hers. Completely. Throwing her upper body backwards, breasts pointing at the night sky, she rested her hands on his hard thighs behind her and dug her nails into his flesh as she gave into her raw need. If she closed her eyes this wasn't the hunter taking her. It was the Demon Queen. The thought brought on another orgasm with a hurricane-like force, making her wail to the heavens like a demented animal. If it was a mating call it had its effect, with the hunter pumping his hips upwards as he instantly exploded within her, splashing her clutching insides with his seed. Even then she couldn't stop... She accelerated her downward thrusts, pounding up and down on his throbbing manhood even as it fired one blast after another inside her, milking him for all he was worth. ----- The small fire was crackling and its light threw dancing shadows on the trees surrounding the clearing. The Warrior Princess and the hunter had agreed to stay together until the sun had dawned. They would continue their respective journey's in the morning, when travel would be safer. He had carved them both bows before preparing the fire, and several arrows each, using the thin tree branches with such a precision that she had to marvel. Afterwards, they had spoken of many things, except the one that was most important to her. How could she disclose her failed quest to defeat the Demon Queen? To do so would be an admission of failure, one that would certainly have led to the types of questions she was unwilling to answer. The shame inside her remained deep rooted and she couldn't answer a single one of the questions that demanded an answer from her befuddled brain. What was to become of her? Where could she go? After all, there might be little for her in this strange land, but there was even less at home. The hunter broke into her musings when he returned to her side. Smiling down at her, he unfurled a thin blanket and let it settle onto the soft grass that carpeted the clearing. "It is not much," he said, sitting down beside her, "but it is our bower for the night. The warmth of our bodies will keep out the night chill and we will be comfortable enough here until the morning light breaks." The Warrior Princess smiled gratefully. Both the fire and the blanket were welcome additions to help keep her temperate. She had made herself a garment to wear from some thin material carried by the hunter, but it only just covered her nakedness and was hardly designed to keep the evening cold at bay. As for the 'warmth of their bodies', they would be entwining again all too soon if she had her way. The act of coupling would be her way of thanking him for his protection and kindness, but would also help soften the still-glowing needs within her vibrant body. His scent was still attached to her skin from their earlier lovemaking and she could feel the urges growing inside her again. "You haven't told me your name," the hunter suddenly asked, breaking into her thoughts. She sighed deeply before turning her head towards him. "My name does not matter." Her heart caught in her mouth as it looked as if he was going to contradict her, but then he stilled his tongue, and only asked a second question after some thought. "Then tell me about yourself. Are you a warrior?" The question brought another sigh. "I thought I was, Hunter, but now I doubt myself." "Why?" "For reasons I cannot explain. Right now just think of me as but a maiden forced to travel, nothing more or less. Time will only tell where I shall end up. I can only hope there is a place for me somewhere." He hummed as if considering her comment, carefully observing the sadness on her face. But this man was different to others she had known. There was a sensitivity about him, as if he understood and accepted her uneasiness, even if he could not know why. "When you are ready you must tell me your story," he contented himself by saying, cradling her body against his. "Who knows where either of us will end up, but at the very least we have both found a friend today." The Warrior Princess smiled at that. It was the first time she had smiled in such a way for a long, long time. "I do believe so..." she said, glancing into his eyes. She appreciated his patience with her, but right now there was a greater need occupying her mind. One that resided within her thighs... "I suggest we find sleep soon," she softly added. "My body is tired and tomorrow will be another trying day." He nodded, although the look of disappointment that crossed his face made her smile inwardly. He was feeling the need again as much as she was. Holding his gaze, her hands found the ties of his breeches, pulling them apart so that she could find his manhood and pull it into the open. As she expected, he was already semi erect. "I said we should sleep soon," she softly told him, sliding her body downwards so that she could take his bulbous crown between her thick lips. "But not yet..." ----- The sun was beginning to rise, casting a glow of light across their resting place. The hunter was already on the move, kicking dirt over the smouldering ashes of the fire before gathering his belongings. The Warrior Princess watched him from the side, marvelling at the way his muscles rippled on his muscular torso. They had coupled again before sleep and she had woken him halfway through the night for yet another encounter. Her makeshift clothes continued to smell of his odour and unless she came up with a different plan than going their separate ways, all she would have was his manly aroma to keep her company throughout the day. The needs still residing in her body told her that wouldn't be enough. "Where are you heading?" she coyly asked, sheathing her long sword and reaching for the bow he had made for her. If she was to survive out here by herself, she would need every weapon at her disposal as well as her ingenuity. "As you know, I was on my way back to my people when I met you," he said, hefting his own bow onto his back. They had talked about this during the night and he had offered to take her with him. She had refused then, but now the suggestion was growing more appealing with each passing second. What other options did she have? To be an outcast forever? Besides, she needed him to couple with until the Devil Queen's magic had begun to diminish. "Come with me," he repeated, offering what she knew was one final chance to change her mind. "At the very least you will be able to rest and eat properly for a few days before you make your own way to ... wherever it is you are heading..." They fell silent for a moment. He had told her many things about himself, but she had given him no clue to her background or the quest she had set out upon. Would it make a difference to him if he knew her story? "Which way?" she asked, feeling as if the decision was making itself. "There," he told her, pointing South and East. "Toward the rocky hills." A shiver passed through her. She already knew that Orcs dwelled in those hills—probably many more than she had encountered so far. And that route would take her back in the general direction of the Demon Queen's land. Yet what choice did she have? The alternative was to wander aimlessly until she could determine a viable way forward? But what if such a thing was beyond her? "I will go with you," she suddenly said, after a brief pause. "Good," he simply said, turning in the direction he had pointed. "It's time. Let's go." ----- The hunter and the Warrior Princess passed the transition from the woods to the steep hills—moving from one area of difficult terrain to another. All their senses were on alert. If an attack was to happen in this vicinity it was likely that the number of Orcs involved would overpower them. "These are the Beckfoot Hills," the hunter told her, drawing forth an arrow and setting it to the string of his bow. "We must take great care for the next part of our journey." They slowed their pace, spreading out but keeping one another in clear sight as they progressed. It took another hour before the threat began to recede, and they were both starting to relax when they came across a small, deserted camp. The Demon Queen Ch. 02 The hunter called the Warrior Princess to him immediately. "Look," he told her, pointing towards a still-smouldering fire. Three Orcs laid dead there, along with the bodies of several humans. The fight appeared to be a recent one. Otherwise the fire would have been long extinguished. "We must see if there's anything we can do," she told him, stepping out of their cover. The hunter quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her back. "Not so fast," he whispered, staring around them. She shrugged his hand away. While the need for caution was self evident, some of the humans could still be alive. "We have to see if any of them are—" "They're dead," he snapped, his brow furrowing at her foolishness. "And this has all the hallmarks of a trap." "A trap? But—" The sound of stones falling along the slippery rocks near them stopped her mid sentence, followed by heavy footsteps rushing in their direction. In a couple of seconds, a band of Orcs had suddenly appeared from nowhere. The hunter had been right. It was a trap. "Well, well, look what we have here," she heard a familiar voice snort s she swung around to face the aggressors. "It's that little minx what escaped Oswald the last time we met." The sight of the brute Orc smiling at her from his position on top of a nearby slope made her shiver. Had he tracked them? Another large Orc was with him, together with half a dozen of the smaller—more stupid—variety. The smallest of the repulsive creatures stepped forward, waggling his tongue obscenely. "We're going to have us some fun with that one, eh, Oswald?" he chortled, leering at the Warrior Princess. "First, we're going to deal with her friend," the brute Orc replied, nodding towards the hunter. The other Orcs followed the smallest creature's lead, waggling their tongues as they spread out into a semi-circle. Oswald smiled his approval. "Well, what are you waiting for boys?" he said, glancing around him. "It's time to take what's ours." The hunter acted immediately, even as the creatures began to move forward. Bringing up his bow, he aimed at the neck of Oswald. Killing him seemed as if it was their only chance to pre-empt an attack, and even then the chance was slim. The arrow was on its way before the brute Orc even realized he had a bow in his hand, but instinctively jerked his head away just in time for the arrow to graze his neck and embed itself between the other large Orc's eyes. The Warrior Princess followed his lead, firing an instant later. The force of the arrow that hit the smaller creature in the chest spun him around as if he were struck by a spear. The Orc's both fell, the large one bringing up a fluff of shale as it keeled over onto its face, while the other let out a death wail before hitting the ground. But if the two humans thought their instant response would bring a reprieve, they were sadly mistaken. "Now, that weren't very friendly, were it?" Oswald growled, stepping forward menacingly "But there's no escape this time. There's too many of us." Hunter let off a second shot as the remaining Orc's attacked en-masse, dropping another creature onto the ground as the arrow speared its neck. The Warrior Princess followed suit, her aim just as true. Four down and four to go... They had a chance, she told herself, only for her heart to still as she saw Oswald pick up a couple of large stones and headed towards the hunter. She knew from experience what was about to happen next, but with three bulgy-eyed Orcs advancing on her she had no time to shout a warning. The brute flung them simultaneously at the hunter, with such strength they could have been fired by a catapult. He took evasive action to avoid the first, but the second hit him square in the chest, sending him reeling. He fell to his knees on the stony ground, the wind knocked out of him. The Warrior Princess gave him a sidelong glance as she fired another arrow into the gut of one of the Orcs, sending the horrid creature to the ground squealing loudly in agony. Her concerned gaze found the hunter again, just as Oswald reached him. The brute Orc drove its huge fist into his stomach like a ram, knocking him back onto the ground, and then followed up with a kick in the chest. He gave a cry as his senses left him. Running out of arrows, the Warrior Princess drew her long sword with a fast, quiet hiss of steel on leather. If she was going to die, she'd take as many of them down with her. The two smaller Orcs separated as they approached her, one from each side. It was impossible to watch them both at the same time and she backed away, swinging the sword from side to side infront of her to prevent any attack. The stand-off continued for another thirty seconds until she felt a pair of strong arms encircle her from behind, pinning her own to her side. Her sword dropped to the ground at her feet as she tried to struggle free, cursing herself for not keeping an eye on Oswald. The brute Orc had crept up behind her unannounced. She tried to pull away, half-twisting to face him, but the creature simply head-butted her into unconsciousness. "There we go," he spat out, grinning at the two remaining Orcs. He'd been thinking about his beautiful prize ever since she'd miraculously escaped his clutches last time. He still couldn't make sense of what had happened, but that was no matter anymore. Soon he would be discovering if the little minx could fuck as well as she could fight. Reaching down, he stripped away the thin garment covering her body, his eyes rolling in their sockets as he gazed at her nakedness again. His cock had fitted perfectly between those large tits during their previous encounter. Tearing the material into a couple of thin strips, he bound her hands together and then nodded in satisfaction. "Tie him up, too," he told the other Orcs, gesturing towards the hunter. "And bring him with us. We'll allow him to live just as long as this beauty does what she's told, and then we'll get rid of both of them." Reaching down, he hoisted the Warrior Princess over his shoulder and led the way back up the slope. Today had been a good day and it was just about to get even better. The smaller Orcs tied the hunter's hands behind him before carrying his heavy body between them, straining as they followed Oswald some distance back up the shrubbery and then through another ravine. They finally came to a cleft in the stone walls of a short sheer-sided cliff where, with a mighty heave of his shoulder, the brute Orc pushed back a stone that revealed a concealed entrance. Once inside the cave, they passed through a short narrow passage and entered a larger area. Oswald dropped the Warrior Princess to the floor, while the two smaller Orcs bundled the hunter against the far corner. "Are we all going to fuck her, then?" the smallest of the Orcs asked, wiping the perspiration from his brow. "This one be mine," Oswald snarled, swatting him around the back of the head. "After I've finished with her you can do as you wish. Until then, you don't touch her." He turned to the other Orc, who was leaning back against the wall, staring at the naked woman. "Frederic and I are goin' to clean up the sight of the fight," he told him. "You stay outside and watch out over the cave entrance. We don't want no prying eyes stumbling across the area. Then Oswald will take care of this little minx while you two can have some fun with her friend." With that, he took another swat at the smaller Orc and then pushed his two companions ahead of him and back along the small passageway. ----- The Warrior Princess woke to the grinding sound of the outside stone being pushed back into place. Pain pulsed with each beat of her heart, causing her to wince, and it took a few moments for her to fully recall what had happened to her. The only positive news she could think of was that she wasn't dead. Yet... She was in some sort of cave—the Orcs had taken her there?—and the stench that struck her nose was disgusting. But where was the hunter? Glancing around frantically, she caught sight of him lying next to the wall. The relief that fed through her was tempered when she realised he was barely breathing. Rushing across to him, her hands still bound behind her back, she slid her face down beside his. Covering his mouth with hers, she breathed into him and forced his lungs to expand. At first there was no reaction, but when she took another deep breath and blew again, he began to move. Thank God. She exhaled into him a half dozen more times until eventually his breathing began to return to normal. He murmured something, still groggy from the shock, and then his eyes slowly opened, glancing at her and then jerking his head so that he could look around the cave. "They've gone," she told him. "For the moment at least. But we're trapped in here. There's no way out." The hunter shook his head in an attempt to clear the fuzziness inside, and it was only when he tried to sit up that he realised his hands were tied. "We're both bound," the Warrior Princess told him. "I've tried to release myself but the knots are strong." "There must be some way out," he said, pulling at his own wrists. "We have light in here. It must be coming from somewhere." She nodded, glancing upwards. The shafts of light that pierced the darkness seemed to be coming from above them. Some opening in the rocks that formed the ceiling? "I can't tell exactly where the light is appearing from," she told him. "But it's so high up there that I can't see how we can get out that way. Besides, I suspect they'll be back soon. Then..." Her mind flittered back to her previous meeting with Oswald. "I don't want to think about what they intend to do with us when they return," she added, feeling queasy. And yet ... the part of her that had been infected by the Demon Queen's magic was becoming even wetter at the idea of being taken and used again. Why was that such an arousing thought? It didn't make sense. She looked around them, desperately searching for something that would help them free themselves from their bounds. But even as she did, she heard the sound of the stone being forced aside again. The Orcs were returning. "Hello, my lovely," a voice said from behind her. It was the Orc who had been charged with guarding the cave. "Oswald wants to keep you all to himself, but that's not really fair, is it? We should all get a turn." A plan began to form in the Warrior Princess's mind as she turned towards him. "I agree," she said, slowly moving across the cave away from the hunter. She needed to give him the time and space to free himself. It was their only chance. "You do?" the Orc suspiciously asked, reaching down and grabbing her by her golden hair. Saliva dripped from its lips as it stared into her face. She smiled insipidly, trying to contain the pounding inside her heart. "To tell the truth, Oswald is too big for me. I much prefer the smaller Orcs, like yourself," she lied. "I've been with a few, and they fit inside me so much better. "You've been with a few..." The creature's eyes widened, and then a smile creased its scabby lips. "Well, well, lookee here. We have a human whore with a craving for Orc cock. Who would have thought?" To her eternal shame, the Warrior Princess could feel herself becoming wetter by the second. She had wanted to fuck the hunter again before they'd broken camp this morning. She should have done. Maybe that would have taken the edge off her need? Yes, she needed to distract the Orc, but the Demon Queen's magic was ramping her arousal beyond human limits. It was a shameful thought, she knew, and yet her body seemed to know no shame. "What are you waiting for," she asked, her tongue licking across her dry lips. The hunter would be working on the ties bounding his hands together. He just needed time. "Here. Now. Come on. Take me now." The Orc let go of her hair and stepped back suspiciously at her words. And yet, he started to stroke his organ at the same time. As it grew in his palm, she could see that it was at least as large as the hunter's manhood. "We don't have enough time," the creature said, glancing across to the small passageway from which he'd entered. "Oswald and Frederic will be back soon." "Then let me show you what my mouth can do," she desperately told him, wetting her tongue. Despite herself, she needed that thick pole between her lips. "We have time for that, surely?" she asked, smiling lewdly. ----- The Orc stared down at the woman as she knelt between his thighs, sucking on his organ. Had he ever met a human so eager? She had begged with him to free her hands so that she could stroke his scaly phallus as she sucked it, but he wasn't that stupid. Even so, as her tongue slowly made its way up one side of his hardness and back down the other, he was beginning to think that her need was completely genuine. She was a real slut, this one. He would have to find a way to get Oswald out of the cave later, and then he would have her to himself. He glanced down at her again, even more aroused by the thought. Her wide eyes were staring up at him again as she slid her thick lips all the way down to the base and then she was deep-throating him again, like the expert she was. He grabbed her hair again, holding her head still while he started to thrust inside her mouth. Oswald would be back soon. He couldn't wait any longer and he needed to deposit his seed between those pretty lips. But just as he widened his legs and prepared to unload himself inside the human slut, he heard a noise behind him. Swinging his head around, he realised too late that the hunter had freed himself and crept up on him. When the bitch bit down on his organ he started to scream, but the noise was stilled in his throat when the hunter snaked an arm around his neck and snapped it as if it were but a twig. The Demon Queen of Turkey Jayson Gutierrez sat in the doctor's office, wondering for the thousandth time if he was losing his mind. Between law school, his demanding girlfriend Hannah and the sky-high expectations of his peers, he was barely hanging on. McGill University's Law School was the number one law school in Canada and he'd been extremely lucky to get in. Now he was in danger of getting kicked out because his life was spinning out of control. I've been having those dreams again, Jayson told the doctor. Dr. Elisabeth Tremblay, a fortysomething Caucasian woman with reddish brown hair and icy blue eyes nodded sagely. Go on, she said, her hand on her chin, leaning back on her chair. I am roaming all over the world with a pale-skinned red-eyed woman, Jayson began, feeling more than a tad bit ridiculous as he went. When he finished his story, the doctor smiled in that nonchalant way that shrinks always did and told him that his dreams about the red woman might mean he was having concerns about his relationship with Hannah. No shit Sherlock, Jayson felt like saying, but he didn't. Half an hour later, the young man left the psychiatrist's downtown Montreal office and headed to the McGill University campus. Another beautiful day in the City of Montreal. Considering they were in mid-October and it hadn't snowed yet, Jayson was quietly amazed. Though bright and sunny it was a bit chilly, so he pulled his old ebony and crimson Carleton University sweatshirt tighter around him, zipping up. Even after a year and a half in Montreal, he still missed his hometown of Ottawa and the university basketball team he cherished like a second family. Jayson's phone buzzed, and he smiled when he saw who just texted him. His father, Emilio Gutierrez. Como es la vida, hombre? came his father's query. Life is good El Viejo, Jayson replied, sending a smiley face. As usual the old man inquired about school and his social life, and Jayson briefly considered telling him about the issues he'd been having with Hannah. Nah, Pops had enough to worry about as a corrections officer in the City of Ottawa. Just remember that you are my son and I love you, Pops final text read. Jayson smiled, and tucked his Blackberry back in his left pocket before walking through the gates of the university library. A lot of his peers would find it a bit odd that he and his Pops talked on the phone almost every day. After all, he was twenty five years old. What they didn't know was that Jayson's dad was all he had in the world. Born in the City of Medellin, Colombia, Emilio Gutierrez moved to Ontario, Canada, as a young man in the early 1980s. While studying criminal justice at Carleton University, the young Colombian immigrant met the woman destined to be his wife. Nadege Gustamar. A tall, dark-skinned and lovely young woman from the island of Haiti. The two of them fell in love, and got married. Jayson came into the world in 1988, followed by his sister Emilia in 1990. The Gutierrez were one big happy family, until tragedy struck in the summer of 2003. Jayson's mother and sister were driving home from a dance recital when their car ran off the icy road in Orleans, Ontario, and crashed. The two of them perished, leaving Jayson and his father shattered, and barely hanging on. The death of his mother and sister forever changed Jayson, and his dad. The two of them grew extremely close, and were very protective of one another. Jayson's dad never remarried, though there were plenty of girlfriends. Jayson grew to be a six-foot-two, lean and athletic young man with light brown skin, naturally wavy black hair and golden brown eyes. Half Haitian, half Colombian and All Stud Muffin, as his dear late mother used to say. Jayson was snapped out of his reverie by the constant chatter within the school library. Even on a Friday afternoon the campus was super busy, with the study booths, computer terminals and rec areas filled to the brim with bored-looking students. Midterms, Jayson sighed. He went upstairs, finally finding his favorite spot. Waiting impatiently for him was a tall, slender young black woman with short hair. Where have you been? Hannah Adewale demanded. Clad in a white tank top and short black dress, with thigh-high black leather boots, the young Nigerian woman was stunning and knew it. Her dark brown skin glistened beautifully, and she smelled of exotic oils known only to her people, the Igbo clan of Nigeria. Hello beautiful, Jayson said, gently pulling her into his arms. You're late negro, Hannah said, batting his hands away. I had to meet with the doctor today, Jayson said apologetically. Her rebuffing him stung, but as usual, Hannah couldn't see anything wrong with the way she treated people, including her boyfriend of one year. You mean your shrink, Hannah said sarcastically. Doctor, Jayson corrected her, somewhat defensively. Whatever, Hannah said. Jayson shook his head, fuming. I'm sorry amigo, Hannah purred, gently kissing him on the lips. Taking his big strong hands, she placed them on her thick, round bottom. Her ghetto booty as she sometimes called it. Hot damn, Jayson said, grinning. I'll cheer you up, Hannah promised. Jayson smiled, and they left the library hand in hand. Five minutes later they were at her residence. Jayson sat on the bed, watching Hannah as she stripped for him. The five-foot-ten, dark-skinned and curvy beauty was absolutely mesmerizing. Standing less than a meter from him in her white bra and white panties, Hannah looked hot and she knew it. You like what you see, she said, licking her lips. It wasn't a question. Hell yeah, Jayson said. Grinning, Hannah joined him on the bed. Hannah lay on the bed, legs spread as Jayson pleasured her. He inhaled the hot, womanly scent of her pussy and tasted her. Slowly, he slid his fingers inside of her and began licking her sweet chocolate cunt. Lick it good because otherwise I won't let you stick it, Hannah said, licking her lips. Shaking his head, Jayson did as he was told, teasing Hannah's clitoris with his tongue and probing her with his digits. Fuck yeah, Hannah shouted as Jayson's expert tongue sent thrills of pleasure deep inside her. Arching her back, she let go as he made love to her. Once Hannah came down cloud nine, she looked at Jayson through misty eyes and told him to fuck her. Jayson, who sometimes had trouble getting started, asked her to 'help a brother out.' No I won't suck your dick, Hannah retorted with a snort. Shaking his head in frustration, Jayson stroked his dick until it got hard, then rolled a condom on it. Gently he eased his cock into her cunt. Try to make it last this time, Hannah said, pursing her lips as Jayson began fucking her. Resting her sexy legs on Jayson's shoulder, Hannah looked into his eyes as he slammed his dick into her. Your criticism isn't helping matters any, he almost told her. He fucked her roughly, ramming his dick into her cunt like he was paying for it. About an hour later, he came and rolled off her, spent. That was fun, Jayson told Hannah with a grin. Looking at him coldly, she shrugged. Her reaction sent a chill down his spine. Sweetie we're going to need to get you some Viagra, Hannah said icily. Jayson stared at her, stunned. He couldn't believe she just said that. I'm leaving, he told Hannah, grabbing his clothes. Jayson stormed out of the residence hall, and out the street. I don't know what I see in this bitch, he muttered to himself. Across the street, he saw his favorite pub, the Typhoon Lounge. I need a drink, he thought, and crossed. He didn't see the Toyota which came barreling down the street at high speed, nor did he hear the screeching tires as the driver tried desperately to stop. All he felt was the impact of the car, which collided with his body, and sent him flying thirty meters away. Jayson Gutierrez fell, and lay still. Jayson Gutierrez woke up slowly and painfully. He had no idea where he was, except that it was dark and dirty. He clawed his way out of the earth, and was surprised to find himself standing in the middle of a cemetery. Took you a while but you made it, came a feminine voice. Jayson whirled around, startled. He found himself staring into a beautiful face. A pale-skinned, dark-haired woman dressed entirely in black stood a meter from him. Hello newbie, she said cheerfully. Who are you? Jayson asked. I'm Al Basti but my friends call me Allie, the woman said, licking her blood-red lips. Jayson looked at her, then at the hole he just crawled out of. With a start he realized he was standing over his own grave. Shit, was all he could say. Let's take a walk, Allie said, linking her arm with his. Snapping her fingers, she whisked them away, transporting them elsewhere. A little while later, Allie and Jayson sat inside a café in the south side of Montreal. How did we get here? Jayson asked. Magic my dear, Allie smiled. Welcome back topside, Allie said cheerfully, popping crackers into her lovely mouth. Jayson sipped on a cup of warm coffee. This tastes so bland, Jayson complained. Everything tastes bland when you're dead, Allie shrugged. That sucks, Jayson said with a shrug, warming his hands against the mug. Kiddo I need to explain certain things to you, Allie said, grabbing his chin. Don't hold me in suspense mystery lady, Jayson said with more enthusiasm than he felt. Allie's broad grin threatened to split her pretty face in half. Over the next couple of hours, Jayson Gutierrez listened to Allie "Al Basti" as she explained the facts of his new existence to him. According to her, he was a Golem, a dead man that lives. What the fuck is going on? Jayson asked her. He was going stir-fry crazy listening to her. Seriously. He'd woken up in his own grave. Dead people didn't come back to life, there had to be some sort of mistake. He thought of his father, and his heart sank. Sometimes the dead come back and walk among the living in order to right wrongs, Allie said evenly. Why are you doing all this? Jayson asked her, beyond creeped out at this point. There was only so much any man, alive or dead, could take before he started to lose it. If only Dr. Tremblay could see him now. A somber look darkened Allie's pale, beautiful face. I was once very much like you, she said with a shrug. I sincerely doubt that, Jayson said, crossing his arms. I was born in what is today called Malatya, Turkey, in 1090 A.D., Allie continued, a faraway look in her eyes. Jayson watched her, and what she revealed, painful though it was, amazed him and put a lot of things into perspective. Allie told him how she watched her entire family get slaughtered by invading barbarians and swore revenge on the men responsible. When she rose from the grave as a Golem, without heeding the words of her Guide, an old Golem named Erebus, she went on a vengeful path, killing not only the men who murdered her loved ones but hundreds of others. Thus I became Al Basti, the personification of guilt, the basis behind many Turkish myths of vengeful women, Allie said somberly. I am sorry to hear that, Jayson said. Gently he touched her hand. Allie didn't seem like the touchy-feely type but he didn't know what else to do. Allie just looked so sad. In spite of the fact that this was beyond weird, and she radiated danger, he felt for her. Allie looked at his hand on hers, and shrank from him. I'm sorry, Jayson said. Allie made a dismissive gesture. Eventually I got tired of vengeance and got back on the right path, she said. She cast him a sidelong glance. Now you know my sad story, Allie said with a sad little shrug. Okay so why am I here? Jayson asked, sipping the last of his coffee. That's the million-dollar question, Allie said, and then she vanished, utterly. Jayson found himself alone in the café. Half an hour later, the owner, a short stocky Italian man told him they were closing. Thanks for everything, Jayson said, as he got up and left. The young man walked out of the bar. For a long time he wandered through the streets of Montreal. Finally, he decided to head on home. He got on the Greyhound bus leaving downtown Montreal for Ottawa. Three hours later he was in Orleans, Ontario, standing before his father's house. The house where he grew up. Taking a deep breath, he got ready to walk to the door. I wouldn't go in there if I were you, came a voice. Jayson whirled around, and found Allie standing right behind him. Get out of my way, Jayson told her, and he walked to the door. Pressing the doorbell, he waited. A moment later, Emilio Gutierrez came to the door, wearing sky-blue pajamas. Hello Papi, Jayson said hopefully. The old man stared at him like he had two heads. Who are you? Emilio asked. Dad it's me, Jayson said. I don't know who you are but if you don't get off my property I'm calling the cops, Emilio said. Who's at the door? came a voice from inside the house. Jayson's eyes widened when he saw his sister Emilia, along with his mother, Nadege Gustamar-Gutierrez. Holding her daughter tightly, Nadege looked at her husband with concern. Who is this? she asked. Emilio Gutierrez crossed his arms. Mom, Jayson said breathlessly. Leave my house you weirdo, the Gutierrez family patriarch said angrily. I'm sorry, Jayson said, and he left without another word. For a long moment Jayson Gutierrez stood in the middle of the street, the same one where he'd grown up, and felt disoriented. His mother and sister were alive, and his father didn't recognize him. Oh, and he was dead. What the fuck? he shouted to the heavens. I wouldn't do that, Allie said. What's going on? Jayson demanded. We're in a parallel universe where you were never born, Allie said. Fuck, all was Jayson could say. First he was dead, then he was never born. Could this day get any worse? He was fed up with Allie's hocus pocus. Stop being all cryptic and tell me the damn truth, Jayson said angrily. Allie stared at him silently, her dark eyes smoldering. Watch your tone, she growled. A fireball shot out of her outstretched hand and struck Jayson, sending him flying. Jayson crashed on the ground, thirty meters away. Amazingly, he felt pain all over. He hadn't known he could still feel pain, though it was lessening by the minute. His injured flesh healed quickly. Allie stood over him, her eyes filled with an almost unearthly intensity. I've been assigned to whip you into shape so you're ready to do your duty but I won't put up with your bullshit, she said. Alright, Jayson said. Allie extended her hand, and helped him up. That was some energy punch, he said. Thanks, Allie grinned. They left Orleans right then and there, and she whisked them back to Montreal, Quebec. There is a battle between good and evil and both sides are recruiting, Allie explained to Jayson as they sat in a park in Montreal-Nord. What's with the alternate universe routine? Jayson asked her while smoking a menthol. You can't be a protector in the same world you came from it's against the rules, Allie told him. I am sorry for blasting you earlier, she added, biting her lip. No worries, Jayson said with a hesitant smile. He looked around the park. It was nighttime, and the place was deserted. Why are we here? Jayson asked. That's up to you to find out, Allie said, gently touching his shoulder. And just like that, she was gone. Jayson sat there, wondering when Allie would get tired of the theatrics. Five minutes later, a woman came walking by. A tall young black woman in evening wear. With a start Jayson realized that he knew her. Hannah Adewale, his erstwhile girlfriend. As she walked through the park, she kept looking over her shoulder. Three men were after her. She tried to flee, which wasn't easy in high heels. The men caught her, and were about to have her way to her. Please don't do this, Hannah Adewale screamed. Jayson had seen enough. Exploding into action, he waded into the men. Although tall and athletic, Jayson had never been the 'physical' type. His strength and speed had been greatly augmented after he died, that much he discovered. He took out three would-be rapists without much trouble, tossing them around like beach balls. Anyone else? Jayson crowed proudly, looking at the now unconscious men. Who are you? came a shaky feminine voice behind him. It was Hannah Adewale. The sight of her, bloody and disheveled, triggered all kinds of emotions in Jayson. Apparently, he could still feel...that. The first time he'd seen her, walking through the McGill University campus like she owned the place, he knew he had to have her. His beautiful Nigerian Amazon. She who reminded him so much of his mother, in a totally non-creepy way. Of course, had he known she was a man-hating bitch he would have given her a wide berth. Still, that was in another life. Are you okay? Jayson asked her. I am fine thanks to you, Hannah said. Jayson looked into Hannah's eyes, and nodded. There was so much he wanted to say, but he knew he shouldn't. Be safe and God bless, he said, then he walked away without another word. He walked out of the park, and into the Montreal night. Waiting for him around the corner was Allie. Miss your favorite Turkish demon already? Allie laughed. Jayson looked at her and was surprised to find he was genuinely glad to see her. I didn't know you were Turkish, he said. Good job back there, she congratulated him, pinching his cheek. Thank you, Jayson shrugged. If you're wondering what happens now you needn't worry, Allie smiled. Really? he asked dubiously. Allie grinned. You don't trust me, newbie? With a finger snap Allie conjured a portal, which showed key events in Hannah Adewale's life. Your saving her from those thugs in the park changed everything, Allie explained. Peering through the portal, Jayson was stunned to see himself walking hand in hand with Hannah, and a curly-haired, light-skinned little angel perched on his shoulder. Wow, was all he could say. Indeed, Allie continued, in an alternate lifetime Hannah was raped by those thugs and became the bitter, man-hating witch you know and loathe but since you stopped that from happening...Jayson smiled. She lived happily ever after, he concluded. Bingo, Allie chimed in. Alright I've seen enough, Jayson said. Allie nodded, and the portal vanished. If the other me is living happily ever with the not-so-bitchy Hannah and our daughter why am I still here? he asked her. You're still a Golem, Allie shrugged, and there's still work to do. Jayson rubbed his chin, and was surprised to find a bit of stubble there. My beard still grows? he noted, a bit shocked. You're undead not dead, Allie shrugged, no deader than I am anyways. Our bodies still go through certain biological functions, eh? Jayson said thoughtfully. We're a go-between in the realms of the living and the dead, Allie explained, so we can't be totally dead or alive, we're both, and in a way, neither. Jayson thought of that, and nodded. So that's why you got PMS all the time, he smirked. Allie's backhanded slap struck the back of his head like thunder. Don't get cute with me newbie, Allie warned. Rubbing his head, Jayson laughed. Not really into the dominatrix type but I like your style, he grinned impishly. Allie stared at him for a long moment without saying anything, then she visibly loosened up. You should see me in a leather outfit, she smiled. Cocking an eyebrow, Allie touched his face with a gentleness that surprised him. I can see why you were stuck on that bitch Hannah you like it when women get tough with you, Allie said, shaking her head. Dream on Miss Turkey, Jayson smiled. Where to now? Jayson asked his Guide/nemesis as nonchalantly as he could. There's a demon on the loose in Los Angeles and you've got to track it down and take it out, Allie said. With a snap of her fingers, she whisked them away to California. Well, she whisked HIM there anyways. Jayson Gutierrez suddenly found himself on the side of the road near Santa Monica Boulevard. Bumper to bumper traffic for miles, and he was on foot. And that's when it started raining. I love this job, Jayson grumbled to the disinterested heavens. The Demon Queen "A lively one," he said, using the impressive length of his tongue to lick along her neck. "Oswald likes 'em lively." Holding her around the neck with one hand, he ran the other across her pubic mound. Despite herself, she moaned out loud when he used his fingers to spread her labia and reveal her wetness. "This one is ready for Oswald, methinks," he murmured happily to himself, adjusting his position so that he could rub his protruding organ across her smooth opening. The large bumps that formed a ridge along the upper surface made her moan again. He threw his head back and laughed. It always had the same effect on human maidens. They'd never known what a good fucking was like until the met Oswald. "A noisy one, eh?" he said, saliva falling onto her breasts as it dripped from his lips. "That's good. Oswald likes to hear lotsa noise." Changing position, he squatted down and rested his cock between her flawless breasts, squeezing them around his large shaft. The bulbous head was only an inch or so from her lips. "Wet it with ya mouth and maybe it won't hurt so much when Oswald fucks ya," he rasped, pushing his hips forward. --- Cloaked in her aura of invisibility, the rutting pair were completely unaware of the Demon Queen's presence as she moved around them, stroking her lengthening girl-cock as she watched the brute Orc tit-fuck the female warrior. In other circumstances the woman would undoubtedly have fought back with all her might, even if such resistance would have been useless. The brute Orc was much too strong for her. But these weren't normal circumstances. Life had changed for the beautiful young woman the moment the Demon Queen had passed saliva to her. The female warrior's arousal had been heightened way beyond anything she had ever known or understood and it just so happened that the Orc was able to temporarily take advantage. With each of the creature's forward thrusts, the woman tacitly accepted the head of its scaly penis between her lips, unable to resist the urge to capture and suck on the offering. She had put up an impressive fight when attacked by the three Orc's. Indeed, had the third creature not been such a large brute, she might well have defeated all of them. But this one had more than size in its favour. It had clearly added cunning to its strength. It was sitting up on its haunches now, saliva dripping from its lips as it shuffled backwards into position so that it could force its ugly length inside the warrior woman. There was only one thought on its one-dimensional mind now. He was going to fuck his prize. Or so he thought... The Demon Queen waited until it grabbed the woman by the throat and pushed his ugly green phallus towards her opening. Stepping forward, she touched a single invisible finger to its temple... --- The Warrior Princess face was haunted as she collected her long sword and limped away from the scene of battle. She had no clue why the Orc had fallen on its side just as it was about to enter her. Nor could she understand the part of her that had wanted its large protuberance inside her. She was weak, she was confused, and the strong feelings of arousal pervading her body were growing stronger by the second. Her stomach was cramping painfully as she fled the area and blood was coating her neck from the glancing blow to her head. Further, her weary body was covered with bruises and scrapes from the Orc's unwanted attentions. There was no doubt she would need to gather her strength before entering the Demon Queen's castle. She found the resting place she so badly needed a short distance away. The narrow and confining cleft was between two large rocks, with barely enough room to move until it turned sharply to disgorge her into a small cave with a tiny rivulet running through it, disgorging into a little pond about three feet across.. Resting her weary body on the edge of the pool, she became aware of the rancid smell of the Orc all over her flesh. Had she really let the horrid creature rub its thick length between her breasts, taken the head in her mouth? The thought was disgusting ... and yet there was no denying the wetness she still felt between her thighs. Shaking the recollection away, she slowly slipped into the pool, wincing painfully as the water covered her sores. As she became accustomed to the coldness, she stretched her body out fully, floating buoyantly as she settled into the little pool up to her neck. She took her time cleaning herself, and checking her wounds, wincing again as she went over one of the larger bruises or open lesions. Fortunately, they would heal quickly. Leaning back into the water, she submerged her head and then caressed some of the oil floating on the surface into her hair. She had learned the secret of its cleaning properties a long while ago. Working the liquid into a soapy lather, she dipped her head again and then smoothed her wet hair over her scalp. It would dry in the fresh air. Ready or not, it was time to move on. Her encounters with the Orc's would be nothing compared to the forthcoming battle she had to face with her real adversary... --- The Demon Queen watched from an open window as the warrior female walked tentatively into the castle courtyard. The voluptuous woman had looked tempting enough dressed in her vest and loincloth. Naked, she was magnificent. A nervous frown touched the woman's forehead as she advanced further, her gaze inevitably drawn to the giant metal statue dominating the centre of the courtyard. Who could resist the sight of the Demon Queen standing atop a tower, her shaven-head thrown back, arms outstretched, and her monstrous girl-cock proud and erect as it thrust majestically from her loins? Other smaller statues stood close by. Some were gruesome, portraying the Demon Queen and her inevitable victories over her male enemies. Others were semi-erotic, depicting lewd scenes of the way she sexually dominated her female opponents. The message was clear to anyone who foolishly deigned to confront her. She killed the men. She fucked the women... If the warrior female hadn't been intimidated the moment she had cautiously entered the courtyard, she would be now. --- There was no such thing as magic or sorcery, the Warrior Princess reminded herself as she apprehensively made her way forward. And yet, what other explanation was there for the similarity in appearance between the Demon Queen portrayed in the statues and the woman who had appeared to her in her dreams? For the first time since she'd set off on her epic journey all those moons ago, she felt the beginnings of fear crawl across her skin. This was a much stranger land than the village she belonged to. Clutching the hilt of her long sword more tightly in her hands, she thrust her chest out in a self-serving show of defiance and continued her way towards the imposing wooden doors that led inside the building. She was ready to confront whatever awaited her. Many before her had failed in their mission to relieve her people from the evil that lurked over them. This time would be different. The door creaked eerily as she swung the metal handle around and pushed it ajar. There were no other sounds around her. Even the birds were silent as they watched from the castle ramparts. Standing at the entrance for a few moments, she allowed her eyes to become used to the dim light before cautiously moving forward. The door closed behind her of its own volition, the clanking sound reverberating around the walls either side of her. Taking a deep breath, she approached the stairs that occupied the space to her left. With each upward step she took, an overwhelming sense of evil lurking in the shadows that began to consume her mind. She increased her face, glancing all around her as she ascended the stairs before reaching an opening to her right. The long passage was marked by several doorways on each side and terminated about halfway down in a pair of heavy double doors. She covered the distance stealthily, immediately reaching for the rusted ring on the right. It took all of her energy to pull the heavy wooden door just far enough open to allow her to squeeze between the gap and enter the dark, rectangular room. A clicking sound told her that the door had locked itself behind her. The room was empty other than a plinth that occupied the centre. A rosy glow hovered eerily over the top of the stone dais, allowing just enough light to make out a figure standing beside the base. The Princess Warrior's heart missed a beat. It was the woman depicted in the statues, the same woman who had appeared to in her dream. And the sight of the Demon Queen was both frightening and strangely captivating at the same time. That shaven head, devilish face, oversized breasts and—yes—the long thick girth that rested impressively between the woman's thighs. There was no time to waste... The Warrior Princess leapt into action, holding her long sword in front of her as she hurtled across the stone floor towards the unearthly figure. This was her destiny! Leaping in the air at the last moment, to provide greater momentum, she twirled the sword above her head before bringing it down with all her strength. It was a killer blow ... --- The Demon Queen shifted position as soon as the sword began to descend, disappearing from the warrior woman's sight at the last moment and instantly reappearing behind her. The blade of the long sword slashed through the empty air and then crashed onto the stone floor, sending sparks leaping into the air. Even before her adversary had realised what had happened, she touched a single finger to the woman's temple. The Warrior Princess fell to the ground instantly. Moving behind the plinth in the blink of an eye, the Demon Queen raised the woman's body into the air with nothing more than a gaze. Placing it on the glowing top next to her, she gave her captive a sidelong glance before stroking her fingers across those large breasts, forcefully pinching each nipple until the woman's eyes slowly opened as she gasped. Leaning forward, she allowed a long string of saliva to slowly drip from her mouth into the partly open lips below. When her adversary instantly swallowed the offering, there was to be no escape. Her fate was sealed. Another female warrior sent to slay her. Another victim... --- As her senses returned to her, the Warrior Princess knew she had been caught and trapped. She realised that she needed to find a way to flee. And yet her body was overheating with arousal. The Demon Queen was staring down at her, those gleaming red eyes shining into hers, and she was brushing that monstrous girl-cock across her hair, nose and cheeks. Turn away, she told herself, turn away. Yet before she knew it, she had twisted her head to lap off the bead of precum that was being offered to her. One hand found her left breast and the other slid down between her thighs as she continued to lick, working her tongue all around the bulbous head in search of more of the intoxicating fluid. The woman allowed her to indulge herself, licking and lapping until she craned her head so that she could take the whole of the mushroom head between her lips. She sucked it inside, covering it with saliva while she twirled her tongue round the whole of the tip. The Demon Queen was panting above her, her heavy breaths intermingling with the Warrior Princess's mumbled groans. She stroked even faster between her thighs while she took more of the thick girl-cock into her mouth. She was out of control, as if all reason had left her. Then the woman was leaning over her head again, cupping both of her breasts in her strong palms and using them as leverage while she took full control. She could feel her nipples burning into the clutching palms. The Demon Queen's hips pumped back and forward as she began to fuck her mouth. Slowly at first, and then faster, harder. The Warrior Princess threw her arms out either side of her under the onslaught, clutching thin air. She'd heard of such depraved things but had never been used this way before. She could feel the woman's thickness throbbing between her lips. She could sense that the mountain below her testicles was swelling. Her head was thrown back. Her powerful body had steadied like a stiff board... She felt the first burst of creamy fluid spray the insides of her mouth at the same time as the Demon Queen's bestial roar disturbed the empty air. There was so much of the fluid that it began to spill over her lips, no matter how fast she tried to swallow. When the second and third bursts splashed between her lips, she almost passed out. --- The Demon Queen gathered the warrior woman's golden-blonde hair in one hand as she eased her thick girth inside her. Taking her from behind like this, on all fours like a creature of the night, would send a clear message impossible to ignore. She pumped her powerful hips forward, stretching her to her limit and bringing yet another whimper from the female warrior. Three quarters of her huge length was embedded inside her now and the woman's juices were already lubricating her thickness. Tightening her grip on the golden locks and dragging her pretty head upwards, she began to thrust, adjusting her pace from slow to fast in the blink of an eye. The woman could do nothing but hold on tight to the sides of the stone plinth ... and yet her groan of discomfort was mixed with the sound of undeniable pleasure. She had decided to spare the female warrior, for the sole reason that not only would she would return to her people utterly humiliated, but she would take with her firsthand knowledge of the vengeance reeked by the Demon Queen on those who travelled to confront her.