1 comments/ 15775 views/ 4 favorites Demonicon By: Icor I watch her always through these yellow eyes. She comes here to my home time and time again, enchanting the earth with her spells, hoping to draw me out. She even suits up in those skimpy metallic plates that cling right to her skin, leaving those wide hips bare, along with the higher swells of her lovely breasts. She drags that "ominous" sword around with her, the 'drake slayer'. Paagh. She couldn't possibly know that I am here. Her guild masters force her to prove her "worth". She has no worth to –me-. It's night time again. She creeps alone, the golden visor hiding her pretty eyes from my sight, and mine from hers. She places a book on the ground, her back to me. I observe the curves of her luscious body again – what a fragile frame. The beasts of the planet are attracted to that smell she makes, the scent that burns up in my chest every time I inhale. It's toxic, addictive, and smooth, like the surface of her flesh. The wings on my back shudder, my mind racing. Do I purge this vision of beauty from the earth, taking a bit of the light away? Or do I transform her into the beasts she teases every day of her life with her voluptuous body. Mm. I like the sound of the latter. My back straightens a little as I lean against the wall. I feel the cold, scaly flesh surrounding the blood racing into my cock tightening. It peek down at that which makes me a Demonicon male; my fifteen inch cock, drops of steaming, white precum dripping to the ground and hissing as its acidic properties make divots in the stone. I fantasize about what a full load of this would do to a human female without any of those arcane shields stuck to her skin. She walks away after finishing her rituals, that long set of golden, wavy hair spilling to her exposed shoulder blades from under her helmet. I tap the top of my cock with the knuckle of my index finger a couple times, making it bob up and down like a tightly wound spring. Soon. --- "I planted them everywhere", announced Mira to a man covered from neck to toe in rune-embossed armor, "they're invisible, like you suggested." The man cast a widened, black eye at Mira, baring his teeth for a moment. He said nothing, though he did display a vague hint of fear. She continued, "I know it's dangerous. But I am safe." The man straightened his posture and let out a sigh, lying an aged hand on the woman's shoulder. Despite her skimpy attire, intoxicating smell, and sensual voice, he displayed no form of wonton desire in any way. "Mira, you don't understand. Maybe some of the battlemages here encouraged you, but I do not." "I choose for myself, Master Devamin." The man withdrew his hand and stroked his forehead with it. It took Devamin a while to reply. "I... Your life is not in my hands, according to the royal council. I am not responsible for you, and if you get hurt, I am in no way obligated to tend to you, or even commune with the people of the Higher Planes for your well being." She shifted her jaw. "I know, Master Devamin." Devamin slid the same hand over his bald head before it stopped at the back of his neck. "I may find myself tending to you anyway, but I don't want to be put in a situation where I have to borrow supplies from the Curator Guild." "Like you did when I broke my arm?" Devamin couldn't help but smile now, his wrinkled face twisting meekly to form the expression. "Exactly, dear Mira." He tilted his head and exhaled, nearing her and placing both his hands on her shoulders. "I want you to be safe, always. You are strong." Mira returned the smile with one of her own. She couldn't have been more than twenty years old, and Devamin was like a father to her. Everything she knew about drawing runes and fishing the mysterious energy from them, she learned from him. "I won't fail you." Devamin's smile slowly waned. "If you fail... It won't matter, because not a piece of you will be left to tell your tale." With that, he returned to a small room lit by violet candles to lecture a few students. --- How irritating. They all started glowing about a half hour ago. She must be ready to carry out her plan. The cave is getting colder around me. The velvet chair I sit in looses its touch. My fires are gone. The golden candle stands have turned to rust. I have to blink every five seconds. Little bitch. She's right above the entrance with her sword drawn, ready to introduce it to my brain stem. I draw a claw along my cheek, causing every other scale to turn out and flick back against my face. Paagh. I'll have to step out before too long, but not before I give her a show. I won't kill her. I've made up my mind. --- Mira's drawn weapon hovered without trembling before her, the sharp point facing downwards at the cave's entrance. She knelt quietly on the outcrop, her eyes steady and forward, despite the dazzling display of colors caused by the rune-traps all around the padded and scorched earth outside the cave. "Come to me", she whispered softly, "three millennia is far too long for anything to be alive." An hour passed, and the hissing from inside the cave grew louder. --- Keep breathing. Her muscles will go lax! --- A second hour passed, and Mira shifted knees often. She, again, wore those same metal plates that seemed to change shape to fit against her curves. Suddenly, from within the cave, came a loud yelp, a squeal of agony at best. She readied herself, listening to the clattering of brass objects against stone, and the crunching of gravel beds. Her eyes narrowed a little, her sword prepared and anxious to penetrate flesh. She leaped with perfect timing upon a dark shadow that swept from below her, directly out of the mouth of the cave. She was perfectly silent as the blade dove into the back of a humanoid's head. As she pulled back and spun, a fine crescent of blood followed her blade and landed on her back, making a speckled line of crimson dots from her scapula to her hip. Her face was that of terror as her eyes came to land on a monstrous non-human. His face was concealed and easily three feet in elevation above her own. Where ears should have been were a collection of thick horns that seemed to twist tightly around one another, stretching up above his head, getting smaller at the points. His tiny nose hovered over a pair of pale lips, and his eyes were thin and gold like the sun. Everything about his face carried perfect symmetry with the other side, an expression of structural greatness. His neck dwarfed the size of his face, though not his entire head. The tendons reaching out to his shoulders were tremendous. Her eyes scanned his broad body right away. His chest was bare, and the nipples were but upturned horns, barbed, extending outwards and then toward the sky in a perfect curve. His arms were massive and hung at his sides, the muscles below the shimmering red scales flexing with some kind of inner urge. He had a naval, like any man, tucked carefully away in a set of several abdominal muscles, all of which symmetrical and beautiful to behold. His pelvis made a V down to his bald loin areas, from which grew an enormous, foot long cock. It hung between his thighs, a pair of enormous, firm balls under the base as a support, causing it to lurch forward a little near the top. His knees were normal, and a tad bent, diminishing the character of his perfect, prideful posture a little. She was utterly terrified, unable to move. --- See me now, Mira? --- Mira's thoughts dwelt on Devamin's words. This was none other than a Demonicon, staring down at her. The rune traps sprung to life all around her, and she awake enough to witness them shattering mere feet away from the surface of his skin. The spirits of the arcane, floating symbols all moaned and rasped in their deep, harmonizing songs, fearing the Draconian, loathing his presence. Her sword dropped to the ear as those two yellow eyes widened. The projected a golden pair of lights against her face, and her muscles relaxed. She swayed, but couldn't step to catch herself. She collapsed immediately. --- So soft. So young. Young, that's it. A precious and delicate thing, youth. I pull the plate covering your breasts from you to reveal that satin, white bra that barely covers your nipples. It was tailored right to your breasts, wasn't it? I slide the back of my claws down to your belly, circling the naval a couple times. What joyous fun. I use the same claw to pull the satin from your hips. The little strings twist and roll down those curves, and I finally get a glimpse of that neatly trimmed strip of hair hovering above, but not in any way covering, your closed labia. Hn. Naked. Like me. My cock has gained three inches since last we met, standing up, hovering right outside this little virgin pussy. I'd like to move my hips forward just a little, giving the shiny head of my swollen member a taste of you. I fall into to my temptation and allow it to near you even more. I feel the dry lips slip around the small black eye at the tip of my cock. My precum drizzles into you. As I pull back, a fine string of the semen clings to the very tip of my cock, linking it to your entrance. Games, games, games. If you were only ten years older, I'd fuck you once and send you off, never to bother me again. But you're too submissive. Too versatile. If I send you away, you won't come back, telling everyone the horrors of my kind. The fear of what I am too tempted to do will lead you far away. That's why my fun won't ever end. I'll find a use for it. --- Mira woke slowly, her back pressing into what felt like stone. She groaned softly and sat up, relaxed by her lack of armor, and also confused. She placed a forearm over her breasts, cupping one and squeezing the other in an attempt to hide her nipples. She didn't even bother to look between her legs. She stood, glowing and clean, despite where she'd just been lying. Her eyes scanned the room, stray locks of her blond hair clinging to her cheeks. Everything was elaborate. The floor was made of dirt and marble, while the walls formed a hexagon shaped room. Everything was trimmed with gold. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a white haze over everything accompanied by an array of tiny silver specs of light. She turned on her heel slowly until her eyes came to rest on that which so frightened her before. The horrific glow of the Demonicon's eyes had left, leaving them a pale white. --- My cock is already hard watching her. I touch it with the tips of my fingers. --- Mira's eyes darted from one point on the Demonicon to the other. The subtle movement of his hand caused her to recognize the penis. She held her breath, staring helplessly at the scale coated tool, watching it throb madly. She spoke up right away, pitching her text-book knowledge at him. "You cannot love me. You love nothing." The Demonicon stood, a faint smile crossing his thin lips. "And how, pray tell, does this tremendous, giant of a cock display love?" She watched the unit bounce and sway from side to side, her cheeks blushing a fiery red. She replied with nothing. The Demonicon began to walk toward her slowly, the sway in his hips almost feminine. His cock swung from left to right slowly, and he admired how her eyes couldn't leave it for a second to examine his face. "How do my actions or my reputation imply that I would love even one my own, let alone a human?" She still didn't look away, though she did back up slowly until her ass and shoulder blades touched against a gold plated wall. The Demonicon loomed above her, casting his shadow upon her entire body. She whimpered softly, feeling the thick, underside of the head of his cock press into the forearm covering her firm breasts. Her eyes squinted tightly. His groin was about level with her lower ribs. --- Cry, love. That's right. Cry because you know I'm going to fuck the living hell... into you. --- Mira's back pressed harder and harder against the wall, feeling crushed by the giant member. Her mind raced with thoughts of what he'd be doing to her with it. After a few moments more of gazing, he placed his palm against the top of her head, and another swept behind her thighs. She squealed softly as he picked her up, causing her legs to bend at the waist. He lay her back in his massive palm, her lower back nesting into the leathery cup of his hand. He put the other into the crook of her knee and slowly pressed her leg up against her collar bone. --- My cock's hovering right outside again. I push the leg hard into your shoulder, listening to you plead for mercy. My fifteen inch giant throbs with unquenchable lust as I move my hips forward. I feel the tiny lips of your pussy slide to the sides, and the pink below kisses me softly. --- Mira's eyes went wide, looking down into her cleavage and beyond at the scaly dick pressing harder and harder against her. She could feel her own tightness popping and stinging her as the thickest part of his cap slid into her inner labia, stretching it wide. She bared her teeth, groaning toward the ceiling as the rim slipped into her. Blood began to drizzle out of her pussy and drip to the floor, running down the length of his cock in small beads. "No, no no no, no! Stop, I beg of you..!", she pleaded, but her insides continued to split away from one another as he pressed it deeper. And deeper. And deeper. --- Ahhh, such warmth. She's constricting my cock; her blood is running all the way down my shaft to my balls. I keep forcing myself into the tightness of her body. Mm, can I fit all 15 inches of inside, do you think? I want to swim in the warmth of her very womb. When I start thrusting, I'll want to be able to plunge my full mass in and inject my seed all over her heart at any time I please. --- She began to weep from the intense and unforgiving agony filling her stomach up, one inch at a time. She watched her lower belly bulge from underneath with the Demonicon's towering dick. She felt that if she ever relaxed her body, that the thing would divide her right in two. His head was at the entrance of her womb, nudging at the cervix. "S... stop...", she hissed, tears running down her face slowly. "I'll tear through it...", he teased in return. "Stop, please, you're far too big." "I'll shove every inch of it into you", he mocked, his voice booming. --- Only half is inside, and already I have to penetrate her cherry. My cock wants in so badly. I take my free hand and lie it on her shoulder. Gently, I pull her down – the frame of her body doesn't buckle – her pussy only slides further over my thick tool. I feel the gate opening slowly around the tip of my cock, and the black eye on the end slides in. She cries louder, and a grin takes control of my lips. --- "Oh, stop! Please, no further, no further, no no no...!" she wept, squinting her eyes tightly as the pain in her belly multiplied. She could feel every vein. The cock throbbed in unison with her heartbeat, making the painful throbbing in her own sex even more uncomfortable. She felt her muscles working franticly in folly attempts to press the foreign object out of her body. Despite her will, he kept forward, the scaly shaft, inch by inch, vanishing into her body. After ten minutes of pure torture, his giant balls pressed neatly against her ass, and his grin faded. She choked softly, hardly able to breath, feeling as if her diaphragm had been penetrated. --- Not dead yet. I can feel the head of my cock stretching the far wall of her womb into her stomach. Resilient, beautiful, and mine. I slowly slide my cock out of her stretched cunt, allowing blood to leak out to the floor. The little red lips slowly close up around the empty space where my giant tool used to be. I stare at her relaxed, bewildered face, and take my penis into my hand, allowing her leg to go lax and lower again. I place it's tip against her pussy and slide it up and down, from her clit to her asshole slowly, it's surface shimmering and glistening, each scale like a semi-reflective mirror. Her glaze has absorbed my shape. I press my head into her pussy, a small *splish* sound filling the air around her belly. She moans painfully as I slam the first ten inches of my cock into her harshly, stabbing into her womb again. She continues crying, still lucid and aware – good. I want her that way. Her mind will break over time. --- Mira's head hung back, her eyes small, watery slits. Her entire body bucked as the Demonicon started fucking her pussy with his gorgeous rod, one slow, yet brutal thrust after another. Her bleeding slowly stopped, and the blood was replaced with her crystal clear nectar. It spat from her pussy around the outside of his pillar in long, misty spurts each time he lodged himself back inside her body. His powerful arm held her torso up, remaining strong, keeping at her at the perfect angle for his pleasure. His face went blank, watching her big tits juggle beautifully on her chest as his cock slid back and forth, ravaging her body. "Please stop", she continued to whisper, her voice jagged thanks to the rough thrusts he made into her. "Devamin is no fool", he murmured as he picked up his speed. He loosened up her cervix enough where he could easily hammer himself all the way into her, and each time he did, he ground his groin against her pussy lips before tugging himself all the way out to the very tip. "But he was wrong, thinking that I would destroy you." --- I hate it when humans try to assume one another's goals, let alone the goals of the creatures unlike them. I'll rape this woman, but I'll not kill her. I'll turn her into the beast she's been killing all her life, then send her back to that precious guild of hers to make a fool of all the fuckers there. My cock moves quickly now. I feel like my cum is all through my body, boiling at the center of my dick, ready to erupt at any moment. Unn, yes. I keep fucking her. I don't care if she's asleep or not. --- Mira's eyes closed the moment the Demonicon paused, his dick pressed deep into her body. She could feel her womb expanding around a hot, liquid mass, and the Demonicon roared out, his entire cock pulsating wildly inside her. He came for about twenty seconds straight, the white fluid expelling from her pussy around his shaft in giant tidal waves upon the floor, splattering loudly at his feet. Finally, he lowered his chin, taking in massive, howling breathes. He looked back at her twitching body, her arms tight by her sides. Mira stroked her belly slowly, feeling the corked up mass of cum inside her belly. His cock was plugging her up. The semen raced about her insides, filling every tiny detail. She gagged as the beast drew his tremendous cock away swiftly, and the cum inside flowed out with it in long, segmented squirts. He held her silently and cradled her to his heaving chest. His cock was truly unstoppable as it stood up, staring at the wall, having an unending passion for more. It throbbed and bounced on it's own as his abdominal muscles flexed. He turned around slowly and eased himself into an adjacent room. Mira drifted into unconsciousness. --- You've been sleeping for two hours, and my fuck tool is still hard as stone. I put my hand against it to feel its heat, and the other against your breasts. I mold the soft globes of flesh silently, observing the flexibility of your body. My cock needs more. I don't understand this, what have you done to me? I stand and turn to face you, observing you lying and breathing in my giant bed peacefully. I take your legs in my hands and push them away from one another quietly, causing your knees to touch the bed near your shoulders. My cock twitches, leering over your pussy lips, wanting nothing more than to be burred inside you. Demonicon 02 Mira was finished. She could not bring Devamin the crystals, nor could she even find them. With all her seductive charms and twisted witchcraft, she was unable to squeeze information from any of the high fathers. She dragged her feet, as if she had just been out for a lifetime, when in reality, she had only set out for a couple years. Most apprentice mages went missing for over ten years before their sad story was written in some dry tome of distant names, having died or simply given up and not had the courage to return with failure as their burden. Thus was the way of the Fifth Oath. "I need something to help me think.", Mira whispered, lingering behind Devamin. The bald battlemage looked up, a pair of odd goggles built against his face. "Mira. Home again. What was it I asked you to bring me?", Devamin questioned. "Tychite Crystals. The high fathers didn't tell me a fucking thing." Mira sighed. "That is a shame. Luckily for you, I don't need them yet. You have time." She circled around to Devamin and took a vial of purple fluid from him as he extended it to her. She tossed the liquid down her throat and sighed again, apparently satisfied. Her armor did not conceal what it should have, such as her neck, collar bone, hips, thighs, or wrists. It was there as a wry distraction, a way to gain favor quickly while giving all the wrong impressions. Her upper bust exposed and full, her hips wide and thighs smooth – she was a seditionist, kindly put. She bore no scars, cuts, dust marks, bruises, or freckles. Her skin was a creamy tan from head to toe. "Mm, thank you.", Mira said. "Of course, of course." Mira smiled at her guild master and friend. "Why don't you give me a task worthy of my rank for a change?" Devamin paused, turned away, and began to drill a small hole into a piece of blue metal with one of many tools sitting on his desk. "Make a suggestion." Mira gnawed her lower lip before replying. "I'll bring you the head of a Demonicon." Devamin scoffed loudly enough for her to hear him over the whirl of the device. "Get cleaned up you goof, I'll talk to you tomorrow." Mira groaned. "No, Devamin, I'm serious. The one fabled living in the Old Twyier... I know my runes. I know the blade. I could defeat him." Devamin halted, righted his posture and turned fully to her. "You haven't a clue what a Demonicon is capable of. Besides, our pact is in blood with the Gates of Dread. If you managed to kill the Demonicon, that covenant would be broken." "Fuck that covenant! It is ten thousand years old, and they've broken it far enough times for us to intervene anyway." "No, Mira", Devamin snapped, "Leave the counseling and judging to the rightful wing of the guild. No one of the Fifth Oath has ever slain a Demonicon. No one in the entire Teal Haven has!" "Common, I can do it. You've seen me bend the Gargoyles of Meuth to my liking, and they're made of stone!" Devamin turned away again. "That isn't the same, Mira. We're talking about a Demonicon, not some flying mutant rat!" Mira folded her arms over her chest, concealing any visible bit of her cleavage. "So?" Devamin bared his teeth for a moment. "They are not passionate or forgiving or pleased with any aspect of the body of man – not the tongue, scent, eyes, or laws. The only thing they obey is time, and even time has difficulty restricting them. Your knowledge of runes means nothing in their universe, and if you give yourself to the fight, they will make you regret ever becoming what you are now. Some how or another, they will torture your very soul." Mira didn't appear to be swayed. She stood still, staring Devamin in the eye, pursing her lips in thought. Her weight shifted. Devamin was right – he was always right about everything. She'd often wanted to go off and do absurd or even suicidal things, but when the subject turned to Demonicons, one could not relate pain and agony to life and death anymore. A Demonicon could shave your spirit away one layer at a time. Devamin often just dismissed her when she brought up the topic, but today was different. She had become a stubborn person, and a grown woman; a woman of a very high rank even, nearly his personal assistant, despite only being twenty-two. He cared for her, as a teacher should. Devamin's face relaxed slowly, and his chin descended. "The... only way you'll even be able to find out if he's there is if you ... freeze his dwelling place. You need to plant runes all around the entrance to the cavern, in the mouth of it if at all possible." Devamin explained with great reluctance and some kind of heart felt obligation. He couldn't stop her from perusing anything, and maybe she was right. Maybe it was time for the beast to see that man is not a bunch of cowards. ***---*** Mira felt warmth running through her body, yet her skin was cold. She felt both a sting and a comforting sensation both inside her and out. As her eyes opened, she saw an endlessly white demesne beyond what looked like bars of a cage. The light was not blinding, but plain. She was on her back, and as she sat up, again, whiteness. Whiteness in every direction she could see, and her cube cage was large enough to give her several feet of walking space but small enough for her to recognize dimensions. "By the moons, this cannot be.", Mira meekly remarked to herself, "I cannot, how? Dead to the Demonicon but still in Nirupia?" A voice creaked from behind her, and she spun to see the very same beast that raped her to death in a similar cage nearby. She backed against the bars, as the cage wasn't there before. It was either invisible, or simply not there. "W-What...?", Mira asked. "I said that you did it.", the Demonicon replied. "W-What do you mean 'I did it'?" "I am fucking dead! Do you see me here? I died!" Mira's shoulder blades pressed into the bars even more vigorously. She was naturally frightened by the sight and sound of the purple-skinned humanoid behemoth. She stared blankly at him for the longest time. It certainly seemed like a long time, though a question had to be risen sooner or later: was there time? Did it matter? Obviously not. She would never be hungry or parched here. Nirupia – she didn't expect to go there, and the Demonicon didn't want to go there, yet there they stood. He gazed through the bars at her in a longing, almost apologetic way, though for some reason, he wasn't all that intimidating. The more arcane side of his power was gone, his self-esteem with it. "Unbelievable. I am a lesser child of greater forefathers; a scar on the heritage of my brothers, all because of you." Mira said nothing. "What could I do? How could I have been so hopelessly ensnared? Why am I now even? Rip your very soul to shreds because of how you defeated me? No." Mira stepped away from the bars. It didn't seem to bother her that she wore only a satin thong and bra of some kind, both of which being a peach color – lighter than her skin tone, clashing. The material was tight enough to display every curve and shape below it. She tip-toed closer to him. "You died because of me?" He leaned against the bars, his scaled flesh clanking against the apparently metal structure. His eyes swept up and down her body. "You ensnared me, I said. It was some kind of fucking rune you put on the inner wall of your cunt, I don't know! The more I fucked you, the more I needed to fuck you until finally I poured every ounce of my strength and soul into defiling your ashes." "I never plotted such a device! I never expected you to rape me to death." "Paaagh!" She turned her eyes from him after noticing his juicy, fifteen inch cock reaching out through the bars at her. At that state of arousal, he would have had to have been watching her for a while, though it seemed as if she hadn't been in the cage for more than ten minutes. A white substance had collected at the tip of his penis. "Would you defile me here too? What, with our power gone entirely?" she asked in a timid tone. "I would be tempted. I've been watching you closely for... a little while, and my body aches already. But these cages will not break." "How hard have you tried?" "If my cock can't smash these bars, nothing can!" Mira's face scrunched a little and she sat down on the – yes – white floor. She watched the Demonicon turn and pace slowly in the cage, sweeping his pale eyes in every direction, observing how his dick bobbed and his muscles tightened. Despite being a god among men – perhaps on earth – he was not threatening now, and he did not impress Mira at all. She only despised him for what he had done to put her where she was. It was some cruel twist of fate that put them both in the same afterlife, or perhaps some scheme devised by a higher level of overseers. How long would they wait? Were they even waiting, for if there is no time, when would one wait for, and what moment would there be to wait for? These questions were already puzzling Mira, and she hated to ask the Demonicon. Some dark corner of her heart begged to taunt and tear him down, but the rest of her eased the urges away effortlessly. "Will we be here forever?" The Demonicon stopped and glared back at her; he still believed it was some witchcraft that filled him with enough lust to kill himself. "Will we? Will we ever know, or is there an 'ever', or a 'never', or a 'going-to-be'? What the fuck do you think? This must be Nirupia; no other place could possibly resemble it." "Then we can escape, right?" The Demonicon scoffed. "Oh please. Faerie tales, legends; warriors, gods greater than I even – they killed themselves in the right conditions just to come to this place and break out. Do you know what happened to them? They failed!" "What about Yumi'meg?" "A freak accident, you treasonous little cunt. You have no idea what kind of place this is, I do. Members of my very bloodline helped speak it into existence!" Mira hugged her knees to her chest and sighed softly. She wasn't looking at the Demonicon anymore. "What is your name?" The Demonicon froze in his pacing, his body straightening a little. "What did you just say?" "I would like to know your name. Please?" The Demonicon hissed loudly. "The very sound of it would rip off your flesh." Mira turned her eyes to him, standing gracefully and walking boldly toward the wall of bars nearest to the Demonicon's cage. "Alright, stop. I want to make a few matters very clear". The Demonicon closed his lips. "You have absolutely no power here. Your tongue and your curses will invoke not a single element or chemical, so there is nothing you can boast about. Yelling at me will never solve your problems, and it will never break these bars.", she proclaimed calmly, patting a bar with her hand while staring into the Demonicon's deathly eyes, "Humble yourself, and learn that we here, in this place, have the exact same energy, the exact same weaknesses, and the exact same problems. If we want to escape, we must work together." "That's easy fo -..." Mira interrupted him sharply, "No, just shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up! You need to listen to me, because you know that here, all minds are a fraction of the requirement needed to solve the riddle of escape. Half of the answer is in me, and the other in you; where, I don't know. Sometimes there is one cage with two people, sometimes two cages with both in one cage; and sometimes there are three people, in all manners of arrangement! You are not stupid in this immortal world because you fell into my so-called 'trap' in the mortal world, and I'm not stupid because I fell into yours! We are here for a reason. I've seen the Demonic Circles and the Forests of Rust, so I don't give a flying fuck if your great, great, great grandfather helped build this place, because he obviously doesn't run it. Do you understand?" The Demonicon's entire expression seemed to get lazy. He swallowed and lowered his chin. It was apparent that he knew she was right, and in every respect. He folded his arms over his chest, a gesture of uneasiness. "Alright. Alright, Mira." Mira stepped away from the bars and shifted her jaw, waiting. The Demonicon's eyes wandered slowly before he finally whispered. "My name is Xuthifel." Mira nodded slowly, rightly unharmed by the spoken name or curse, whichever it was, or had been at one time. "Alright Xuthifel. Can I call you Xuth'?" Xuthifel looked up at her and smiled vaguely. "Xuth'? Fine." Mira sniffled dryly and sat back down, her thighs folded in a stack before her. "Alright Xuth. Now you know that it is possible to escape this place, but only if we learn to work together." Xuth leaned against the bars farthest from Mira (A good twenty meters). "Nirupia has been called the true path to spiritual enlightenment." He murmured in a surprisingly soothing voice, "Through it, enemies become friends, and friends become enemies. Secrets turn to free information and lies turn to spells and charms." Mira rubbed her hands together slowly, hugging her knees to her breasts again. She glanced at Xuth's loins, which were still on fire with arousal, but he somehow managed to be careless of it. "Your dick...", she muttered, pointing at it. Xuth didn't move at all. He only stared at her, a mildly astonished expression on his face. "Excuse me?" "Size doesn't matter. You didn't use magic to make it that big did you?" "Perhaps I did. What the fuck does that have to do with our situation?" "Well, I don't know. It's just been standing up and twitching for the longest time, and I have to be honest, it is a bit distracting." Xuth rubbed his teeth against his lower lip. "Wh-What? Do you think that because we are here now, that you can just... slander against me and offer all varieties of jokes and of disrespect? Is what I am and was meaning nothing here?" "Well you're the exhibitionist! At least I've covered myself a little." Xuth retorted, "You're a shameful creature! I have no need of garments, they only slow me down. If my cock is distracting you, look the other way." "Shouldn't you be limp now?" Xuth ran a hand down his face slowly. "Your narrow-mindedness is going to drive me insane, female. Human men are limited to a single brain, while I, on the other hand, am built of many beings." "What does that mean?" "It means that my organs, my bones, and flesh are all individual entities! My muscles have their own nervous system and heart, just like my organs and bones. They can grow in unison with one another, or become dominant. For example, my bones grew to my skin level and covered my back and outer arms with an exoskeleton years and years ago when I allowed it to become dominant. Another example would be that my cock is harder and working harder because my organs are in charge. Do you get it now?" "Why can't you tell your organs to relax a little?" Xuth's upper lip twitched. "Because they are the dominant system right now. I need a spell to change control from one system to another, but that won't work now, because there is no chanting in this fucking place." "That's amazing... So when you fucked me, what was in control?" Xuth swallowed lightly, displaying almost what seemed like nervousness. "My flesh was in control. When you went to sleep, I changed control to the flesh thinking that it would nullify the affects. I only learned then that the most sensitive nerve endings regarding sexual pleasure were in my flesh. By that time, your fucking charm rune had already -... paaagh. I changed it all around, trying to stop the affects. I changed it to my bones, only to learn that because of your charm, a bone would grow into my dick, making it just as sensitive. With the organ in charge, the affects of that charm are the least mind-numbing, so I left it at that. Never the less, I turned to dust." Mira narrowed her eyes a little. "I wish you would believe that I didn't know anything about a charm rune." Xuth tightened his arms about his chest, gritting his teeth. The both of them were still very angry with one another – the expressions and the cold stares were enough to display their distaste. However, it didn't seem to be blatant hatred anymore. Something had changed, but it wasn't the place exactly. All was quiet and lifeless. It seemed illogical for someone or something to make such a massive place and never put anything but dead souls in it and riddle them to the brink of insanity. Maybe it was hell, designed to test the nerve of people. Maybe it was heaven, designed to teach morals to the lost. Neither of them knew fully; what they did know is that it was nearly impossible to escape. ***---*** He touched her soft, gummy lips through the silk panties. There was only a hint of moisture there, but he knew it would suffice. He reached down and touched his tremendous penis, sliding his finger tips up and down almost two feet of five-and-a-half-inch-thick cock. His yellow beacons gazed down on her supple, ripe youth. Her birthday was not two days ago – she turned eighteen. Her breasts were full, erect and heaving as she breathed. He gripped the cock at its base and slowly waved it from left to right, amused by how her eyes followed it. A smile crept onto his face. "Stop teasing, please. I want to finish the ritual and be done with it." She whimpered, her speech slurred by her lusty drunkenness. He used the end of his cock to slide the upper hem of the panties down off of her pussy. The silk straps on her broad, lovely hips rolled down slowly and clung tightly to her thighs as he held the material against the underside of the tip of his massive device. She could feel his cum bubbling out against her two outer lips, bringing an uncomfortable wetness to them, and an even more uncomfortable heat. It almost burned. "Remember, don't cum inside me. That was the agreement." She reminded. He only grinned and slid her legs apart with his single hand, moving one to the left, and the other to the right. Her knees bent. He leered above her, easing the very tip of his cock into her body. The lips slipped open for him firmly as he nudged the entire cap inside. She felt a momentary sting which soon subsided due to some temporary spell. Her eyes were heavy, but her face was beautiful, her little pink lips relaxed and passed breath quickly. He drove another three inches into her body, forcing muscles and organs aside for his stone hard cock. Her face twitched a little as his cock throbbed hard inside her tube, stretching the flesh. He pushed it deeper, and deeper, and deeper, her stomach swollen with the foreign giant. He placed his hands on her hips and tugged on her. She let out a faint cry as he drove another five inches into her body. She felt twenty pounds heavier as his cock filled up her entire womb, throbbing like another heart inside her body. "R-.. Remember, do.. don't cum in.. inside me... don't cum inside me", she whispered, trying to inhale deep breaths only to find each time that her diaphragm was being blocked on every downward stroke by the penis of the creature buried inside her. He slowly slid the dick out of her, an insanely slow retreat that caused her eyes to squint. "Mmmm..." he moaned as he began to etch glowing marks into the sides of his cock. They cast a red glow against his otherwise shadowy silhouette of a figure. His eyes were like two almonds glowing in mid air. He leaned over her and spread her legs again, his improved shaft hovering mere inches from her pussy. Pre-cum surfaced at the tip and he brushed it off on her clit before lurching his hips forward and sliding his cock back into her body, filling the sheath up to it's breaking point again. She was limp and tender and only gasped as he pressed back in. The runes seamlessly touched the inner walls of her pussy and copied themselves to the passage. After the transaction was complete – having taken no more than thirty seconds – he slid back out again. His cock sprung into the air, coated in a thin layer of nectar. The scales on his tool glittered in the dim light, and he touched it lightly. "It is finished, then." Demonicon 02 She sat up slowly, her thighs coming together. She leapt from the altar and landed gracefully, as if having never been 'drugged' at all. She looked up at those two beacons that glowed against her mildly tan, naked body. "Good. My children will be healthy" She remarked before turning away and walking toward the archway to the temple. Outside, an ocean of clouds stretched for what seemed endlessly, and the deep blue sky above it reached upwards into the firmament. "Stop." He commanded suddenly, breaking the soothing ambience of the wind outside. She froze in her tracks, fingertips against a marble column. "Face me." When she turned, he was right there before her, towering, majestic, and ominous. "I want to cum." He stated in a simple voice. He moved his hips forward toward her until the tip of his cock slid between her breasts. The two large globes molded around the cap, and she blushed. His groin, its flesh like plates of teal armor leading up to his abdominal muscles, lingered there, the cock stretching toward her like a sword ready to pierce her heart. She sighed softly and placed her hands on her outer bust, pressing the breasts together around the cock. He shifted his position closer so that the bottom of his cock was forced against her sternum, and the clitoris of his dick reached clear to her lips. She tongued the small V at the cap's underside while stroking her breasts up and down along the cold, glass-like scales. She didn't know how he could derive pleasure when the scales were there, so inflexible and cold, but she stroked anyway. His throat let out a low rumble and a smile crept over his face. It was a dark smile, a malicious one. He pressed harder, her back warping against the chilly column. She was too young for this, and her eyes showed it. She was afraid, and tried naively. She meekly mewed as he lifted her up slowly and pressed her against the pillar. Her thighs were spread open again, and he was prepared in every respect to fuck her right against the pillar. His cock was smoldering with lust, drawing closer and closer to her. She peeked down between her breasts - each beaded with sweat - just long enough to watch the giant, eighteen inch cock vanish three quarters the way into her belly. It was a clean stroke, right into her pussy, and at first, only the air was knocked out of her lungs. The shock lasted ten thrusts, her breasts bouncing delightfully on her chest. Then the pain hit. She gnashed her teeth and groaned as the huge penis fucked her, blood dripping off her ex-virgin folds. He took in snarling, mirthful breaths as he bucked his hips against her, slapping the far wall of her womb with the tip of his dick. Her insides burned, but she was lucid enough to protest. "Not my pussy, please! Cum anywhere but there!" "Why? It would be so, so beautiful to spill my seed inside your womb." "We had a deal! W-We... We had a deal, you can't... can't cum there; oh please, don't shoot it into my pussy...!" His head tilted back and he howled with laughter, his cock blazing in and out of her swollen pussy lips. His teeth sparkled in the dim light as he released his forked tongue against her dancing nipples, slathering them in a fine, colorless ooze. Her toes pointed and her fingers clenched into fists. "Don't fight me." He ordered, his thrusting coming to a halt as he dropped the young teen to her back on the floor. He carefully lifted her legs up and touched her knees to her shoulders, all while his cock was a few inches deep inside her. "Missionary... think of how deep it will go now." Her eyes widened for a moment as the cock came crashing down into the pool of sweet fluid built up inside her body. He filled her womb to the brim with the very size of him – even if he did cum, there wouldn't be any room for the semen to go, assuming he went too deep. "No no no, you can't! Don't, please not so deep, ahhnng!" she cried. He lifted his hips until his giant cock left her completely and hung right above her pussy. He put a fist against it and began to stroke it with long, powerful thrusts, jacking off with his cock tip pointed right at her uterus. Tears built in her eyes as she watched him; just as cum bubbled at the tip, he put his hands back at the crooks of her knees and lunged himself inside her tight confines. She felt her womb expanding like a water balloon tied to a faucet two times too big. His cock was right at her cervix, squirting its hot, forbidden juice all over her insides. Her head rocked back and she wailed in discomfort and in defeat, gripping helplessly at the Demonicon's forearms. "Stop, oh please stop spilling into me...!" she sobbed. He kept his dick inside her, draining his cum into the lake at the bottom, the two swollen pussy lips closed tight around it. "Know that it was not I that conspired against the deal, female. You will name the coming child Mira, so that the Dread Syndicate may find her and use her to defeat these revolutionaries." She jumped, startled, from her bed, and wept into a pillow sweetly. Demonicon I plunge myself into your soft sex and begin fucking it right away. Your lips turn in and out with the size of my unit. You moan, your face tightening a little. I enjoy that look of fear mixed with your exhaustion. I bare my teeth, feeling cum explode from the head of my cock. Still no satisfaction. I fuck the semen right out of your pussy, slamming it harder than before. Your breasts bounce, and your numbness allows you to stay asleep, while uncomfortably, still asleep. I strip my cock out of you and grab my head in my hand. What the –fuck-?! I'm fucking her in her sleep, she doesn't even know it! I don't need her. I don't need this woman, this human woman. She feels so amazing stretched around me though... Why? --- The Demonicon dragged his claws against his forehead, staring down at his own cock as it throbbed violently to be replaced inside the sleeping girls soaking, tight pussy. He took the penis in his hand, his back hunched, stroking up and down its length with his fist. --- I spin back around and position the head of my cock against your pussy. I pant heavily as I drive myself back into you again. Nn, gods, it's wonderful. But why am I lost in it? This female is human! A plague, and I am seduced by her? I fill up her sheath with my cum over and over again... --- At long last, Mira's eyes finally opened. She was lying on her side in easily the softest bed she'd ever been in. Her thighs were drawn toward her chest, her knees extended out in front of her body. Her arms were resting before her as well. She felt cold, as if something were blowing very softly against her body. As she shifted, she knew she was naked. Her thighs pressed into one another as she felt herself sinking further into the bed. "What happened to me?", she thought, her eyes searching the wall across from her. Her thighs tugged toward her chest a little more. "Am I dead?" The question, although she believed it to be absurd, continued to haunt her mind. She couldn't have been dead. Her thoughts suddenly dwelt on the previous night. Or day. She didn't know anymore. She scanned the room, noticing the exquisite décor. Candle stands mounted with red candles, all lit up with soft, dancing flames. Paintings hugged the walls, expressing the thoughts of various, demented artists. One was a sheep with a full set of wool on its body, hug upside down under water with its legs bound. Another was a man stabbing a sword through his own head. They frightened her to tears when combined with her thoughts of her recent endeavor with the Demonicon. What –was- he? What did he want from her? Those susceptible to the pleasures of the flesh couldn't possibly be immortal. Her goals mocked her and her reasoning. "Oh come now. He let you live, you could still kill him." Her face twisted a little, tears building in her eyes. "No! It's impossible! Think of what he did to you! Maybe you could teach him to love, and still accomplish your goals." She lied still for a time, trembling due to the cold about her. There were no blankets to draw to herself, even though she sat up plenty long enough to look before returning to her rest. The silence was rudely broken by the sound of wooden hinges creaking near the other side of the room. She jerked and sat, pressing her back to the headboard, her legs instantly pressing into one another. Her long waves of golden hair swept down her back. In walked the daunting Demonicon. She swallowed, trying her best to find a topic to talk about. Alas, nothing came to her until the Demonicon stood at the foot of her bed, his cock now limp, yet still threatening. He stared at her as she attempted to cover her intimate areas. She spoke up. "Why aren't I dead?", she asked, her voice quivering, yet demanding at the same time. "You have greater value to me living", he replied instantaneously, as if he anticipated the question, without a doubt. "You took my virginity away, though. Is that what you want me for?", she continued, her voice growing a little firmer as the conversation built. "On the contrary, Mira. I don't want anything I took last night", he replied again, swift and sure. "Ridiculous. I respect my foes always. You didn't offer me an ounce of honor!" The Demonicon's upper lip arched a little. He hadn't expected her words then at all. --- What 'honor' do you deserve?! "I respected you with my fear, and my time. I didn't have to come here. I was brave." She replies. Enough of this. "There is no honor in humanity. They can honor us by giving back our weapons, our land, and our seas. They can honor us by lifting our dead brothers and sisters from the mouth of the earth, and restoring us our rightful throne. Instead, they swarm over the face of everything, devouring everything and mutating it to serve their deluded cause. Instead, they try to assassinate us, and expect clemency!" I reply, rubbing my teeth into one another. "You understand nothing of us, and presume everything. Your self-proclaimed bravery is in truth cowardice." I watch that little face of yours blush as I climb up into the bed on my knees. I dash at you with incredible speed and press my hands into the headboard with shattering force. You tremble below me as I lurch my groin toward your face. My cock dangles before you, its scent filling your nose. The scales are like ice, and you can smell the exotic perfume of our last bout still clinging to its surface. "Do you see this? Put it in your mouth, or I will tear your arms and legs off and use you as a fuck-toy for the remainder of your life." --- She did as he commanded, picking up the piece and holding it still long enough for her lips to open and consume the rounded head. He leaned over her, moving his hips slowly, fucking her mouth with the first three inches of his otherwise enormous penis. He was content in this, allowing it the time to engorge itself with blood and stand up straight on its own. He scooted away from her slowly, his face burdened with various emotions. He took her ankles in his hands and drug her to the center of the bed, then parted her legs. He bit her wrists together with the fist of his other hand and held them above her head, watching her cry and squirm helplessly. He inched himself between her legs as she tried to close them again, but her thighs only came together on his waist, which was broad enough to leave her terribly exposed. He took a firm hold of the base of his now throbbing cock and eased the tip into her pussy. Upon penetration, her head rocked back and she screamed loudly, feeling defeated yet again. He quickly slammed the rest of his amazing dick into her body, stretching the flesh of her pussy out nearly to the breaking point. Cum erupted from the tip of his shaft, filling the room with splattering noises. He then took her by the hips and slowly spun her upside down, his cock twisting her insides around, until her stomach faced the bed. She groaned in pain, feeling him pull the dick all the way out of her. He rested her down on all fours before he positioned his cock behind her again, and brutally reinserted his cock into her body. He bucked his hips madly, trying to end his unending desire, quench his unquenchable lust. The thick sticky cum shot out of her little by little, soaking the inside of her thighs as he gave into his animalistic, wonton craving. Her large breasts swung between her biceps, and she squeaked each time he plunged into her. --- My cock feels nothing but desire, and it's filling me. I have to stop, or I will kill her. And when her fire dies, where will mine go? I grab your hips firmly in my hands as my enormous dick blurs in and out of you, strings of cum and nectar flinging everywhere. I growl at the back of my throat, ejaculating into your pussy as I fuck it ceaselessly. You're my pet. You deserve no mercy for what you've done. Time seems to slow down. I carefully pull my cock out of your stretched, swollen sex, the fat lips of your outer labia hugging tight to my pillar. An audible, wet *slisshhhh* fills my chamber as I pull my head away from your womb, your tightness sticking to me. Tears streak down your face from the exquisite pain, and I pop out, springing upwards the moment your pussy no longer confines me. An arch of cum launches from the head of my cock and it coats your back in thousands of small speckles clinging to larger pools. I put a fist around my throbbing shaft and hold it steadily, staring down at you with clouded eyes. I can't stop myself. I can't believe this. I take your thigh in my hand and flip you onto your side, pushing it up in the air, and I straddle your lower leg. I guide my cock slowly closer to your two beautiful, reddened lips. --- Mira had now given up. Her face was dead of all expression, lost in a delierum of thoughts, prepared to leave her mortal shell. Her entire belly was both numb and throbbing from the exotic, horrific pain. She could only hear the lips of her pussy peeling around the head of the Demonicon's cock – she could feel a mere tingling. She heard him groan in pleasure as the fifteen inches of solid, slipper cock imbedded themselves into her womb. Everything inside her was soaked with his semen. He started bucking his hips slowly, and everything she could see seemed to move as if it were packed tightly in jelly. Thrust. She bounced, letting out a soft exhale. There was a pause. Thrust. It was in her again, twitching against her insides. Thrust. Her firm breasts bounced on her chest a little. "Let me die. Die, as if I were in battle" she thought, a black circle radiating away from the center of her vision, as if blood were filling the insides of her eyes. She felt the cold from before vanish into a spiritual void, were there was nothing. The pain of before had vanished entirely. Thrust. She bounced, sliding across the bed again. The top of her head hit the headboard, but she couldn't feel it. Her bones felt like they were breaking away from her muscles, as if air were racing against her insides from all sides. Thrust. She turned to frail glass, and shattered. All was bleak, gray, and distant. "Let me die..." --- Fuck you! What did you do to me! This is not love, this is –not- love! I love –nothing-! Not me, not the earth, not the gods, not my power, not my soul! I'd sell it to be purged of opinion, reason, and bias, but I cannot, oh, I cannot! You stupid fucking bitch! Where were you ten thousand years ago when we sprang from the core of existence to teach us these principals I now feel! I keep slamming into you, over and over. Your eyes are like canvas orbs, hidden under your blue eyelids. You are a shell of your former fire. I feel like my legs have shriveled up under me, left me to lie here and vanish into dust. Why must I die here! Not after eating the heads off of every human king and queen on the planet! Not after impregnating every bitch with my seed, not after sitting on –my- throne! I'll watch my kingdom from the heavens now, not to make a single demand or choice? Why?! The nutrition has left me. Left me, gods damn it. You're powder in my hands, and I can't find you. You're like the most valuable thing ever conceived by those higher than the idols these men worship, but tossed upon the ground and broken like glass! I control nothing. I am but a remaining stain on the floor of my now burnt home. My want has left me. Mira – you removed me. You defeated me. If only I could find you to finish what I started.