0 comments/ 9827 views/ 2 favorites Hell's Kiss By: NarcissusRex Argunthal's first breath was tainted with the metallic odor of blood and the dull reek of dirt. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he forced his eyes open, receiving a dim, blurred view of stone walls and a female figure. As his mind and vision came into focus, a rush of panic hit. Where the hell was he? How did a village blacksmith get here? "Look what finally woke up. Thought you were dead for a while. Oh, don't bother trying to move, those aren't going anywhere." This last comment was directed at Argunthal's testing of the rusty chains that bound his wrists to the wall, arms held above his head in an unforgiving metallic grip. "What did you do to me?" The woman, whom he could now see to have dark hair, and oddly reddish skin under her angular, black armor, simply smirked in response. "My superiors need labor for the mine here, and maybe some other things. That's you, human. Assuming you don't just die, that happens often enough as well." This was not exactly the answer he was hoping for. In fact, it was essentially the opposite. "Let me go, and I won't kill you. Promise." The maddening smirk gave way to a low laugh. Putting a hand on her hip and slightly shifting her weight to one leg, the demon jailer replied, "Even if you somehow managed to break out of those, you'd be the dead one. Ever wonder how hell got its reputation? Can't imagine you want to find out. Besides, I'd advise being a good little human if you feel like eating this lifetime." The demon had now crossed over from an irritant to simply an enemy. Argunthal grunted, anger pounding blood faster through his veins. Staring defiantly at the jailor, he began to pit his arm against the rusty manacle. Raising an eyebrow that, on close inspection, was composed of tiny, horn-like bumps instead of hair, the demon laughed again. "I've been in this body for three hundred years, and most of them down here. I've never seen anybody, human or otherwise, get through that chain." She hesitated for a moment, looking him over, and then continued, "Yeah, sure, you're a big one, but that's thick metal. Trust me, you'll want that arm for the mines later. Don't wear it out here." The only response she got was a somewhat deeper breath, followed by a faint but audible creak of metal. Argunthal grinned a little, flexing harder against the chain. He looked up, taking in the full sight of the soon-to-be-dead demon. What he saw was unlike any human woman he'd ever encountered. Her strange, red skin was like a sheath over her slim but powerful muscles, which disappeared into a breastplate, plateskirt and gauntlets made of a strange black metal, twisting at bizarre angles into a deadly-looking shell. She didn't bother with boots, which made sense, seeing as her legs ended in claws that would be more at home on a dragon than a human. While those were certainly shocking, they weren't as much so as the dark, nearly black horns that began just above her temples, curving back until they seemed to point forward again, towards her midnight black lips. "Turned on, human? It's fairly obvious," she dryly remarked, gesturing to a member that was now a bit less than flaccid. "Nothing personal, but no way in hell. Or up here, either. Succubi are way more fun than any cock I've met in three centuries, and I'm not exactly looking to get the free trial from some miner the patrol grabbed." Ignoring the damnably taunting, seductive tone of her voice, Argunthal continued to strain against the manacle, flattening his back against the wall as the links began to bend under the pressure. He openly smiled in triumph. This was going to be fun. Beginning to show a bit of interest, the demon stepped a bit closer, re-appraising his musculature. While her face still didn't show much besides disdain, an undertone of curiosity was emerging. "Keep back, hell-bitch. If this chain breaks, and I assure you it will eventually, you are beyond fucked. Hear me?" he grunted between breaths. "Hell-bitch, hmm? Clever, aren't we? That's Zalana to you. Mistress Zalana, actually." She was clearly attempting to sound haughty, and she succeeded to an extent, but there was definitely something else there now. A tooth-shuddering squeal of iron echoed through the stone room, bringing a shocked look to Zalana's demonic face. "Alright, Salon-a, or whatever the fuck that was, your choice here. Run like hell, and you might get away. Let me out, and I won't kill you. Or, my favorite, stick around and see what happens when you go around capturing slaves for whatever you said this was." She didn't bother trying to hide it anymore, she wanted something. Zalana was close enough now that Argunthal could feel her breath, far hotter than that of a normal human. He knew she was there, but kept pulling on the chain that still bound his left wrist. Or at least he kept pulling until she began to speak, in a sultry tone that was nearly impossible to ignore. "Most male demons couldn't break that thing. That means you have something they don't. Something I want." She paused for a moment, letting the significance of her words sink in before continuing. "Remember what I said about the succubi? Well, there haven't been any assigned down here for quite some time. Nothing but imp-cock around, and that's not exactly appealing." Right about there she reached out a claw-tipped finger, running it down the mass of his ribcage, just lightly enough not to draw blood. She leaned in even closer, dropping her hypnotic voice to an irresistible, enticing whisper. "You know you want to give it to me." Damn it, she was right. Argunthal stopped mid-pull, involuntarily shivering at the thought of penetrating the demon. Grimacing, he shook his head, trying to stop the strange new thoughts. "Come on, now... the truth doesn't have to hurt, does it? Why not just give in?' Pausing for a moment to look him in the eye in a way that was both erotic and terrifying, she reached down for his manhood in a smooth, confident motion. His doubts evaporated again in a cloud of ecstasy as her fingers stroked the shaft, just enough to make themselves noticed. He sucked in a sharp breath, contracting his back muscles and throwing his head back in response to the pleasure. Zalana's wicked-sounding laugh echoed in his ears as he limply eased the pressure on the chain. "That's better, isn't it? Sure you don't want to reconsider?" His eyes widened a bit as she punctuated the remark with a lick of her lips, revealing a tongue that was extraordinarily dark, and perhaps a little longer than it should be. He couldn't help imagining how that moist streak of midnight would feel in action. As if reading his mind, Zalana stood, slowly extending herself to her full height in a very pleasant unfolding, and planted a clawed hand on his chest, pushing him back to the wall. She moved her head towards his, letting him feel her unnaturally warm breath for a moment before extending her tongue to lightly, smoothly touch his neck with its tip. While Argunthal was somewhat alarmed at the fact that her tongue had stretched to the length of his forearm to accomplish this, he was far from complaining. Any further doubt in his mind was obliterated as she sank to a crouch, moving the ragged remains of his clothing aside like a spiderweb as she caressed him again, bringing his manhood to its full length. The first touch of her velvet tongue brought forth a clear drop of precum, and he couldn't help but thrust his hips forward. Zalana was unperturbed, effortlessly maintaining control by slamming his pelvis back into the wall with a smooth motion that didn't interrupt her more enjoyable actions in the slightest. After licking up and down his shaft a few times, taking a blissful eternity on each pass of her tongue, Zalana planted a tiny, very warm kiss on the very tip of his penis, paused for a moment to look straight into his eyes with mesmerizing red pupils, and circled him with her lips. He shut his eyes, overwhelmed by the moist, hot embrace of her demonic mouth. He'd caught a glimpse of some fairly sharp teeth earlier, but they didn't seem to be an issue now and he wasn't about to stop and check. Zalana seemed to be reaching a rhythm, the tempo of her movement intensifying as her lips slid back and forth over his cock, bringing greater waves of pleasure with every second. He could feel his seed reaching readiness in his already-aching testicles, and wanted nothing more than to pump the demon's mouth absolutely full of cum. A near-perfect, lubricating mixture of precum and saliva was smeared over him, making the entire experience even more pleasurable. The deep heat of coming orgasm came nearer and nearer, about to explode, when... she stopped. Giving his painfully hard cock a gentle pat, Zalana stood back up, wiped her mouth and took a step backwards. "What, did you really think I was going to let you cum? Don't be ridiculous. Nice cock, sure, but not that nice." Every word was dripping with a sense of smug superiority, burning in Argunthal's ears like a hot iron. She turned to walk away, saying over her shoulder, "Enjoy the feeling in your balls, stud. I'm going to go find something else to play with." Her casual, biting emphasis on the word "stud" was too much for him to bear. Breathing hard from denied orgasm and from sheer frustration, he ripped the chain from the wall in one tremendous movement. "Not so fast, hell-bitch. Somebody didn't get her cum yet." There was genuine surprise on the demon's face as she turned around to see Argunthal standing with his right arm free, breathing heavily and looking straight into her red eyes as he pulled out the second chain with a strength fueled by anger and lust. Taking advantage of her hesitation, he leaped the few paces between the two of them and grabbed the demon by the hair, pulling her face close to his. "Word of advice: don't blueball a guy who can snap chains. It often doesn't end well." As his cock pulsed, Zalana sensed his intentions. She let slip a sly grin, beginning to toy with her now- wet puss as she pressed her body close to his. "I know you want to fill me up. Go on, you've earned it. I may be from hell, but believe me, that pussy will still feel like heaven." Judging by the breathy quality of her voice, she was legitimately horny at this point. Argunthal smiled with grim satisfaction, unbuckling her armor with focused efficiency. She was more than happy to help, wriggling out of her plateskirt in a way that was almost painfully sexy. After a few moments, she stood fully nude, impressively long legs yielding to an astonishingly pert butt, topped by a slim waist and a pair of gorgeous breasts, each with a hard, black nipple at the center. The nipples were pierced with dully shining metal rings exactly like those that sat in groups of three on each of her pointed ears. With a pussy dripping juice that appeared to be evaporating as steam, she was an awe-inspiring sight. Toying with her clit, she sighed to Argunthal, "Dive right in, stud. I want all of your human meat in there." He approached with powerful deliberate strides, placing a hand firmly on her impossibly toned backside. "Mmmm... yes, get a good grip. My pussy could really use it." He let out a sound somewhere between a grunt and a laugh, enjoying the thought of what was about to come. This was not going to be a mutually enjoyable act. Oh no. This was vengeance. Tightening his grip on her ass, Argunthal deftly spun her around, locking an arm around her stomach and guiding his penis to her ass with the other hand. She squirmed, gasping with sudden realization as his shaft met her anus. "Relax. You denied me an orgasm, I'm just returning the favor." He couldn't help but laugh, imagining her crestfallen expression as he stretched her ass, with only a few smears of precum as lubricant. Zalana fell to her knees, breathing hard with shock as the unexpected penetration pounded her asshole. She was surreally tight, and the warm lining of the passage felt downright heavenly on Argunthal's shaft. In less than a minute, he was once again at the edge of orgasm. He paused, stopping mid-thrust as another malicious idea entered his mind. She was going to sentence him to labor, why not do the same? Pulling out, he lifted the Zalana up to her feet. She was too exhausted to resist very much, and simply gave him a blank stare as he plunged deep into her vagina, lifting her off her feet and holding up her legs, supporting her entire weight as he picked her up, bumping into her cervix as he released his seed almost directly into her womb. Tossing the demon to the ground, he bent over to catch his breath for a moment before properly finishing the job. Looking around for a moment, he quickly found another set of chains like the ones that had held him. Hefting Zalana's near-comatose, fluid dripping form, he pressed her against the stone wall while shackling her wrists. Argunthal couldn't help but stand back and admire his handiwork: a once-proud demonic temptress chained in her own dungeon, panting as a mixture of cum and her own juices dripped slowly down her thighs. Revenge was sweet. "Enjoy the birth, love," he quipped as he strapped on her sword belt, fumbling through the keys to find the one he needed to unlock the exit door. He was essentially nude at this point, which would be inconvenient, he was sure. Nothing to be done though. After pondering his nudity, something seemed odd. On closer inspection, something was strange about his penis. The whole thing was slightly red, and not just from the chafing. That seemed to be the natural color, for some reason. Furthermore, his foreskin was nowhere to be seen, revealing a head that was notably darker than usual. He frowned. Maybe the joke was on him after all... Shrugging, he opened the door and peered out into the passage beyond, still quite distracted by the aftermath of his "adventure." Hell's Kiss Ch. 02 Cautiously pressing the iron-bound door behind him, Argunthal stepped into the dim passage beyond. Nothing too unusual as dungeons went, dark stone, plenty of grime, and lit by the occasional torch sconce. Warily standing up a bit from his combat-ready crouch, he stood still, trying to make out a sign of the right direction to proceed. Hearing faint sounds from the right, he made his way down the hall, trying not to make too much noise with his bare feet. The cool air felt somewhat pleasant, reducing the dripping sweat from his encounter with the demon seductress to the vaguely clammy coating familiar to anyone who's done hard work in the cold. The hall began to bend after a short distance, bringing the harsh echoes of a few voices into clearer focus. Argunthal halted, hoping to identify a friend or foe. Two ugly, rather high-pitched male voices became more audible, the words becoming identifiable as he crept closer. "Back down here again, eh? Wonder what she was up to this time." "Beat a supervisor with a pickaxe, apparently. Shit, she's so tiny, how the hell did that happen? You've seen Marko, he's a guard, and apparently one of the smaller ones." "Fuck if I know. What are we supposed to do about it, again?" Another voice, feminine and melodic, joined the first two that Argunthal had decided were probably demons of some sort. He was now crouching a few paces away from a half-open door, listening as best he could. "Don't you boys know? You're supposed to scare a little sense into her. Do a good job of it, too, it's rare I get to see anyone in action besides a brick-headed guard." "They have bigger guys, why us?" "Yeah, we're just imps, for fuck's sake! Let one of the guards do his own job for once." The grumbling imps were cut off again by the third voice, taking on a more persuasive note now. "They wouldn't send me down if this wasn't important, sillies. Now, are you going to wake her up, or are you going to make an office girl do it for you?" The female demon was apparently quite effective, as Argunthal heard a small quarrel break out between the imps over who would do the job. A sharp slap rang out as their prisoner was brought uncomfortably to consciousness. A quick, rushed intake of breath resounded. Some unlucky woman was now awake. "So, sweets, you know why you're here?" Apparently the imps were just muscle, kept around while the administrator did her job. The prisoner's response came in an icy tone that, while betraying great weariness, still had a note of steel to it. "I'm here because I don't take orders from guards. Or from succubus whores like you." A succubus. Argunthal couldn't help but wonder what she looked like after hearing Zalana's thoughts on the subject. "You might come to regret that. Klurn and Harth will be more than happy to demonstrate why," the demon spoke, presumably gesturing to the two imps. "In fact, the only reason you're not being whipped to shreds right now is because we found something interesting in your corner of the cell." This was followed by a sharp intake of breath. "You- you found- what? I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about." The quiver in the prisoner's voice was quickly covered back up with her former confidence, but she obviously had reason to be afraid. Given her attitude up to this point, she probably had real punishment to fear for whatever she'd been hiding. "Oh, of course you don't. There just happened to be a set of lockpicks lying around the cell. Of course, that's not uncommon, but there was something different about yours. Feel like sharing with the class?" Argunthal could practically see the cruel smirk on the face of the succubus, further evidenced by the twin chuckles that shortly followed. "Actually, I think I'll tell you anyway. Those were perfectly shaped. From the ore you mined. Not only were you stealing it, but you somehow smelted it. Sugar, there's no furnace in that cell. You used magic." "If that were true, I would have killed you with it by now. You have the wrong woman." "Nice try. See that cute little collar? That's blocking any magic abilities you might have. That means that you're here, you're powerless, you're strapped to a table, and you're going to tell me what you know." "Safe to say you're too dumb to understand most of it, slut," the prisoner growled back. "So you know I was plotting to escape. I'm not the first, and I'm not the first magic user, either. You're wasting your time." "We know warrior's serum when we see it. You really should have been dead quite some time ago. No, you're a spy, and you probably think you're going to be some sort of hero and free everyone here. And that's just not acceptable. Honestly, management is tired of dealing with you. I think you can fill in the blank." "Fine. Kill me." Argunthal was impressed with her nonchalance, not to mention her apparent talents. In face, he wasn't sure he could simply stand there and let the demons have their way with her. He shuffled silently closer to the door, carefully peering into the room behind. Two short male demons stood with their backs to him, slouching and toying with some sort of wooden switches. Painful-looking. In front of them was a stone table, its surface at about waist level. From what he could see, the woman strapped to it was alarmingly thin, her pale, exposed skin seeming to stretch thin over her ribs. Standing over the table was the succubus. Her body was admittedly spectacular. Unlike Zalana, she wasn't particularly tall, but did possess an unreal set of curves, voluminous hips offset by a pleasantly contrasting waist. Even from behind, he could make out an impressive pair of breasts. For some reason, the way her torso moved simply in breathing was vaguely hypnotic, expanding and contracting in an irresistible, slow, sultry rhythm. She held a staff of some sort, made of purplish wood with a thick, bulbous tip. Laying her hand on her curvy hips, the succubus let out a genuinely unsettling laugh. "Oh, we're not going to kill you just yet. These boys here have to have some fun first, and, more importantly, you need to suffer a bit." Tauntingly caressing the prisoner's thigh with a fingertip, the demon continued. "Sure, we could simply beat you, but where's the fun in that?" Palming the restrained woman's breast, which was still a perky handful despite her starvation, the succubus giggled a little before explaining further. "It looks like you're still a virgin, hmm? Well, no need to take the to the grave, if you ask me. No, you'll be dying only when we finish stretching out your virgin cunt a bit." Argunthal grimaced, feeling a wave of pity for the prisoner. He had no choice. He did his best to quickly think out a plan of action. Even if it was dangerous for him, he wasn't simply going to let the demons violate a fellow human. He couldn't. "Stunned into silence, slut? Well, good, you'll have plenty of noise to make before you know it. Boys, remember what you were told about getting a bonus?" The imps excitedly nodded. Turning around and stepping towards them (but thankfully too focused to notice Argunthal a few paces away at the door), she pulled a small tube from a pocket of her hopelessly inadequate tunic and applied a coat of purple lip gloss, which contrasted nicely with the red of her skin, more of a flowery shade than Zalana's menacing crimson. In fact, all of her was a lot less intimidating, softer. Her horns were just spikes at the temples, which Argunthal actually found rather cute for some reason. Smacking her freshly coated lips, she half-whispered, "I hope you two don't mind mixing business and pleasure. You need those cocks nice and hard for this, and I'm happy to help." The special emphasis on those last few words jerked the imps back to full focus. They looked at each other with excited grins, ragged pants beginning to bulge a bit. Argunthal was both grateful for the opportunity that the distraction would afford and morbidly curious as to what pure demon penis would look like. Hopefully they wouldn't be too much like what had happened to his. The succubus sank to her knees, sexily undulating as she stared at the imps' crotch-bulges. Playfully stroking the one on the right, she licked her lips. "What're you waiting for?" This was all the encouragement that the pair needed. Practically tearing at the dull brown fabric covering their groins, they had their members ready for action in seconds. Sucking her finger in a quite arousing display, she looked at one imp, then the other. "Mmm... looks like Nali's about to get two big loads, right?' Giggling, she took one cock in each hand, smoothly stroking them to their full lengths. She wriggled the tip of her tongue in the air for a moment before finally putting her lips to the imp on the right, effortless taking down a good deal of the impressively long shaft. Given that the imp was less than five feet tall, the sheer size of his blood-red penis was downright extraordinary. Nali's head moved appealingly back and forth as she made a few passes over the forearm-length red shaft before heading to the left, giving the same treatment to the second imp. He let his head fall back in pleasure, clearly enjoying the very skilled fellatio he was receiving. Working up to a quicker tempo, Nali began to slurp as saliva dripped from the tight seal between her mouth and the imp. Not to be unequal, she released the left imp with a loud pop, giving the base of his shaft a few faster, short strokes with her hand before diving back to the right, her pace further intensifying as the imp cradled her head in his hands, taking a bit of control as he presumably came close to orgasm. Judging by the cum that began to leak from her lips, Nali had done her job well, pressing her face into his crotch to take the erupting cock all the way down her throat. Popping back off him, she similarly impaled herself on the left-hand imp, producing an identical effect. Still dripping cum, the first imp paced behind, reaching down to fondle Nali's impressive cleavage. She didn't seem to mind, giggling as she continued to suck the second imp, who chuckled to his friend, "Feeling ambitious, eh, Klurn?" Klurn didn't really bother responding. He was busy with the fastenings of the succubus' dress. She stopped sucking, laughing as she exclaimed, "Hey, let's stick to business here! We're not supposed to... oh, fuck it!" She reached back herself, peeling away the absurdly brief garment to reveal the rest of her voluptuous figure. He toyed with her nipples for a moment before lining his penis up to her already-dripping cunt with the precision and focus of a trained archer. Harth grinned, snapping Klurn an ironic salute as he plunged into Nali from behind. She took her mouth from Harth for a moment to gasp with pleasure before resuming the task with even greater enthusiasm, her moans muffled by a considerable length of dickflesh. The two imps, both still incredibly aroused, exchanged brief glances. As if by some unknown signal, Klurn switched his position in an astounding athletic display, thrusting into Nali from underneath in a matter of moments. She seemed to enjoy the new angle, sucking Harth with even greater enthusiasm. Understandably, she seemed surprised when he stepped back. "What's the matter, sexy?' He didn't bother answering, but simply laughed as he swung a leg over her hips. A strange light flickered in the imps' eyes as Harth unceremoniously plunged into her ass, double-penetrating the succubus with gusto. She gasped in shock at first, but that almost immediately turned to intense moans of pleasure as the imps reached a consistent speed, performing like two fiddlers with their favorite duet. Shaking his head to regain his concentration, and consciously straightening his comically surprised face, Argunthal decided that his odds of being spotted by any component of the sex-crazed demon sandwich were fairly low at this point. Carefully planting each foot, he crept over to the other side of the table to talk to the mysterious prisoner. He cautiously raised his head to look at her face, trying to keep an unimposing expression. She was obviously surprised, visibly jumping, but managed to prevent herself from making any noise. Argunthal attempted a whisper. "It's alright, I'm a friend." Her response, in a very exasperated tone, practically made him wince with its venom. "I don't care if you're a pile of cheese curd unless you can get me out of here. What kind of idiot doesn't deal with the demons first, then let me loose?" "Alright, alright, I have a sword. The straps may be locked, but they're still just leather," he sheepishly replied. "Less talk, more cut, brains," she added with a slight eye roll. "Relax, I can handle this," replied Arguthal as he carefully took a precision grip on the blade of the sword. "All I need to do is line the blade up and-" CLANG. The impact of the sword on the floor after it fell from his hands, only managing to make a small incision in the strap, was painfully audible. The demon mini-orgy ground to a halt like a fast cart with an irritated driver at the brakes. The prisoner let her head fall back to the stone table, presumably executing another, even larger eyeroll. "Who in fuck are you?!" The imps jumped quickly to their feet, rushing Argunthal before he could properly prepare himself. A swift blow to his knee knocked him to the ground, followed by a cruel, clawed stomp that drove the wind from his stomach. He tried to pull himself up, seeing a double vision of an imp with his club raised for a mortal strike. Argunthal braced himself for the end, but the impact never came. Instead, the weary but luscious voice of the succubus drifted through the air. "Hold up, there. I have a better idea." A stabbing pain erupted in his chest, and he looked down to see a red-feathered dart embedded in his muscles. A strange sensation came into focus as the skin around it began to flush. "You seem pretty capable, truth be told. If you escaped from the kind of security they probably had you in, you'd be damn useful as a miner. On the other hand, you'd be even better as a demon. A great soldier. In a few minutes, the toxin on that dart will start to seep into your blood. After a few hours, you know what happens? Bye-bye, soul, hello new job." Heart pounding with panic, Argunthal reached for the dart, panicking as his arm failed to obey his command. If he couldn't beat the venom in a few minutes, he had a one-way ticket to the underworld. The only reward he got for his struggles was Nali's laugh, reverberating strangely in his ears. Oh, what was the use? The poison would flow, she would laugh forever. The sound seemed to flow through his mind, weakening his resistance. He was about to give in. No use anymore, might as well just go to sleep and let the future- wait. The sound was gone. Opening his eyes, he saw two pools of red, each containing an imp. Between those lay a collapsed heap of succubus. Over her stood a pale figure, sword in hand. The prisoner bent down, plucking the dart from his chest and gingerly flicking it away like a biting insect. "That was a close call, hmm? Luckily you had a half-dead, powerless spellcaster to save your sorry ass. Seriously, why even bother with all those muscles if you can't defend yourself?" His jaw dropped open, astonished that such an emaciated form had the strength to break through her bonds even after he had cut them. His breath came in shudders as he realized just how close he had come to a highly unpleasant end. Seeing this, she bent down, her expression softening. "Hey, you can relax. It's alright now, you'll be fine." Her voice, while much more earthly than that of the demon women, had a pleasant, soothing tone. It reminded him of the brook on his uncle's farmland back home. "I know, I have a bit of a rough sense of humor. Chalk it up to stress, I suppose." Tucking a few loose strands of golden hair behind her ear, she laid a hand on his shoulder, gently applying pressure in a way that seemed to melt the tension. He inhaled contentedly, experiencing the first non-malignant good feeling since he had awoken. "Call me Erendiel, by the way. I don't think we were properly-" She stopped, rising like a cat as the lump behind her stirred. In a suddenly cheerful tone, she chirped, "Excuse me a moment, would you? Nali and I never really got to say hello before I knocked the skank unconscious." Still mouthing his name in response to Erendiel's introduction, Argunthal propped himself up on his elbows. He had the feeling that he was going to enjoy what was about to happen. His ideas were confirmed as Erendiel took a purposeful grip on the succubus' staff, bending into a crouch and holding up the demon's head with the other hand. "Awake, dear? Surely you recognize me after being in charge of my case for all this time. It's funny, I feel like you've done so much for me and I never returned the favor." Argunthal didn't even need to look in order to see the truly menacing glint in her eye, which made the singsong quality of her voice all the more unnerving. Nali obviously heard it too, groaning and attempting to wiggle away. "Oh, no you don't. Really, I owe you! Look, I even have a magic staff to help me out. I'm sure that a demon with your experience knows what happens when you hand a witch magical equipment." As if on cue, the purple tip of the staff began to glow, and Erendiel's collar, which apparently held back her abilities, simply crumbled to dust. "Ah, so much better." Erendiel let her head roll on her neck a little, acting like someone who had just taken off a heavy, uncomfortable piece of clothing. Nali now looked truly terrified. Not even bothering to speak, she simply stared at the still-glowing staff. Erendiel lifted a hand, and spoke with a new note of power to her voice. "Spread your legs." The demon obeyed against her will, thighs forced apart by some unseen force. Erendiel leisurely twirled the staff for a moment before touching it to the Nali's cunt-lips. Nali shivered as the magical aura of the glowing tip stimulated her, breathing in short, hard gasps. Her fists clenched as the sensation intensified, Erendiel beginning to penetrate her. She chuckled a little as she forced in the large, fist-sized orb, putting a great deal of strength behind the thrust. The succubus let out a low groan as Erendiel rubbed a finger over her clitoris. "Now, since you wouldn't want that falling out, let's tighten you up a bit!" Raising her hands again, she spoke in the same oddly powerful tone. "Seal!" Nali openly moaned as her honeypot seemed to shrink, to the extent that the nothing the size of the staff could possibly get in anymore- or out. Argunthal was beginning to get an idea of where the spellcaster was headed here, looking on with stunned interest. Erendiel, barely able to contain her laughter, raised her hands up once more, now with a beaming smile. "Let's get you started, slut! Vibrate!" The staff glowed and began to shake, blurring slightly with its rapid motion. Nali's mouth gaped open, her body rocked by massive convulsions as she experienced what must have been the orgasmic equivalent of a large earthquake. "Finally too much for you, dear? Oh well, I'm sure you'll get used to it," giggled Erendiel as she bent down and planted a kiss on the demon's cheek. Turning back to Argunthal, she extended a hand to help him up. Her grip, while gentle, was stronger than that of most men he'd encountered. The same soothing touch that had massaged his shoulder supported a fair bit of his weight, helping him stand as he regained his balance. "Sorry you had to see that, but she and I have been involved with each other for three years now. She's the officer in charge of me, since I'm apparently a captive of value. Not very nice, even for a demon. All's well now though, I won't hurt you. By the way, I'm not sure I caught your name." Hell's Kiss Ch. 02 Argunthal was silent for a moment, amazed that Erendiel had, in the space of a few seconds, gone from the icy satisfaction of revenge to what was apparently genuine kindness. "Argunthal. My name's Argunthal." "Argunthal. You know, that does have a certain sound to it. Well, Argunthal, I think you need to rest. If you don't mind using cum-dump's bed," at which point she gestured to Nali, still gripped by relentless orgasm, "I have a place you can sleep. Come on, let me help you over there." He was in no condition to resist, and let her thin but somehow strong form guide him to a small room through a wooden door, where there was a comfortable-looking bed, a little bigger than was necessary for one person. Her voice was like soothing ointment as she whispered to him, "Lie down, you'll feel a lot better." The soft touch of her hand on his back was all the encouragement he needed, and he collapsed onto the blanket like a felled tree. "There, that should feel nice." She seemed taken aback for a moment, starting again, "Gods, your back is tight! Not really a surprise, given what you've been through and all, but still. Let me help you with that." She sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her palms together for a moment before gently beginning to massage his back. Her touch was heavenly, and Argunthal closed his eyes as her skilled fingers sought out every knot of tension, dissolving the pain with a seemingly magical touch. Breathing more deeply with every caress, his mind, like his body, let go of the tension, drifting off to a deep sleep under Erendiel's healing touch. Hell's Kiss Ch. 03 The first moments of awakening were quite pleasant. Argunthal was more than ready for another day in the city, full of energy to- right. He was most certainly not at home. Rolling over, he saw a familiar figure gnawing at a roll, sitting on a stool by the side of the bed. "How long was I asleep?" "Two hours, maybe? Time gets odd down here." "I'll say." Argunthal halted, then asked the all-important question. "Where is 'here,' anyway?" Erendiel smiled a bit, with the air of a veteran introducing the new meat. "We're in a small detention facility next to a mining camp. The only ones they bring up here are serious trouble like me, potentially important, like you must have been, or just insane. The latter usually die or are disposed of in pretty short order, and our lot get dealt with in pretty unpleasant ways. Luckily for us, all this means that nobody bothers to check in on the building much. I stayed here for a week once with my dear friend Nali, nobody went in or out the whole time. That means we can probably escape." She turned around, smiling at him, but her face almost immediately fell to a worried grimace. "Argunthal?" He was a little worried at her sudden change. "What's wrong?" Erendiel didn't answer, but instead stared at his forehead. He tentatively raised a hand to feel his face, and recoiled in horror at the lump he felt on his left temple. There was a similar bulge on the right. No. No, it couldn't be! He was sprouting horns. Rolling over to look at his crotch, he was greeted with a larger, redder version of his penis, with the foreskin now completely gone. He felt light-headed, putting a hand to the side of his head to steady himself. Erendiel was pale, but still calm. Clearing her throat, she carefully posed a question. "Argunthal... you didn't do anything with a demon before you met me, did you?" He shut his eyes tightly in exasperation at himself. He just had to be the tough guy with Zalana, didn't he? "Ummm... actually, as it happens, I, er, sort of raped one in here. My jailor. After she blew me." Erendiel laid her face in her palm, more as an expression of disbelief than despair. Lifting her head back up and letting it roll in a slow circle, she looked back to him. "Really, do you have any judgment capacity at all? Completely strange female being, associated with pain and suffering in essentially all folklore, has you locked in prison, and where do you decide to stick yourself? Unbelievable." The last commented was punctuated with her patented eyeroll, which was becoming more and more familiar to him. "Alright, fine, never mind on escaping. I can't leave you here in good conscience, even if logic screams otherwise, and you'll probably lose your soul and kill me or something if we don't find a way to fix you." She laid her chin on a fist, leaning forward in a way that was oddly picturesque despite the gravity of the situation. The mysterious spellcaster seemed lost in thought, steely blue eyes half-closed in concentration. "We only really have one option. If a demon did this to you, she can probably tell us how to heal you. All we need to do is find her, if she's weak enough that you managed to rape her. Don't worry, I can be very... persuasive." The whole resolution was delivered in a focused monotone, with a hint of sly enthusiasm creeping in on the last word. Argunthal was relieved to hear the news, relaxing a little as he eagerly pointed out that the demon in question was currently chained to a wall a few rooms away. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get up, unless you feel like keeping those horns for a bit longer." Wincing and poking one of the nubs again, he quickly rose to his feet. He hurriedly led the way to the room where he had been imprisoned, gesturing to the wall. A wall that held an empty set of manacles and a ten-foot-wide charred spot. Apparently, demons are good at breaking things. "You used the chain, didn't you? Well, not your fault. Hey, it's not hopeless." Erendiel attempted a reassuring smile, but an urgent focus was still clearly written on her face. "See the floor? She left tracks." Argunthal looked down to see a trail of blackened footprints. Erendiel shifted the small bundle of weapons that lay on her back, presumably acquired from some sort of storeroom. He was surprised that he had managed not to notice this, given that he'd been awake and looking at her for a few minutes. "Where did you..." "Closet in the bedroom. Sharp eyes." Deciding not to press the matter, and discouraged by her sarcasm anyway, he closed his mouth and followed the trail. Looking back, he remembered what had happened in the chamber between his cell and the bedroom. The dead imps lay there, but Nali was nowhere to be seen. Noticing his glance, Erendiel nonchalantly explained that the succubus was occupying a seat of honor in a half-dug escape tunnel that the spellcaster had discovered. He barely had time to digest that fact before she held up a hand for him to stop. The hallway had reached its end, culminating in a rusty, heavy iron door. "We're heading out into the open. Plenty dark, even in the daytime, and you don't really know what's out there. We're probably headed straight to the main mine, so be quiet. Difficult for you, I'm sure, but have a go at it." He had learned by now to simply roll with the punches; her wit was a good deal sharper than his. However, as she creaked the door open, he couldn't help asking, "What do they mine in there, anyway?" "Mostly iron, but they're digging for some sort of relic as well, I think. Heard an overseer mention it once, sounded important. Now seriously, shut up for a minute." Argunthal was quiet, meekly following Erendiel as she sought out the burnt trail. A dim orange glow, presumably the mine, was visible not too far off. Surprisingly, Zalana's tracks went in a different direction. He couldn't help but feel paranoid, almost like the travelers in the old stories who sensed unseen eyes watching them. This seemed unlikely, given that thick brown fog was virtually everywhere, severely limiting visibility. The mist made it all the more surprising when a small, open stone building emerged from the mist, appearing from the dimness in a slightly unsettling manner. The vaguely sinister structure revealed itself as a humble mineshaft cover, nowhere near as unnerving as the black pit that opened under it. "Looks abandoned," mused Erendiel as she examined the stones. "I've never seen or heard of this before, yet here it is just a few minutes' walk from the prison. I'll be honest, I'm a bit suspicious." Argunthal couldn't help but agree. Hairs stood up on his arms as a breeze of chilly air whispered from the pit. The darkness was dissipated a bit as Erendiel somehow lit a pair of sticks to bright torches, handing one to him as they peered into the blackness. No doubt about it, there were the tracks. "Argunthal, I don't like this at all, but you don't really have a choice here. Go ahead, I'm right behind you." This didn't really seem to fit her personality so far, and he asked why. She'd never really trusted him with anything important, or, for that matter, doubted her own skill. Her rather subdued tone was unnerving, although he tried not to show it. He had only known her for a short time, but she was already a very stable personality as far as he was concerned. "Like it or not, you're sort of a demon now. You might be a bit less likely to set off traps, especially considering that I'm not really a standard human." He shrugged, taking a long, deep breath and stepping forward. The tunnel wasn't too unsettling once he actually entered, solid-feeling wooden steps supporting his weight with ease and vaguely warm, pleasant torchlight illuminating his path. Erendiel's footsteps behind him made a reassuring padding sound, and he strode forward with a bit more confidence. This confidence didn't last, quickly undermined by a deep rumble, like some giant, unholy stomach. Please, he thought, not what he worried it was. He wasn't sure exactly how it would feel, but death by rockfall in a tunnel collapse did not sound like his idea of a good time. Erendiel stopped for a second, but took a look at the sturdy walls and gestured him forward. She was right. The walls of the tunnel were fine. Unfortunately, this was of little reassurance to Argunthal as a particularly broad stair swung open under his feet on his next step. Crying out, he fell, bracing for impact only to land on what felt like some sort of cushion. Opening his eyes, he saw that he was at least fifty feet down, sprawled on an odd purple blob. Experimentally poking it, he sighed with relief after deciding that it was, if nothing else, inanimate. Looking around the cave, he was intrigued to see a sort of throne sitting at the opposite end of what was really quite a large chamber, carved by nature out of dull grey bedrock. He looked away from the distant chair, distracted by an odd rustle. Seeing no apparent source for the sound, he nervously shrugged, tentatively standing up and standing on the balls of his feet, ready as he could be for whatever might live down here. His steps echoed in the vast chamber, which was easily fifty yards long and twenty-five wide in the shape of a rough oval. The floor was smooth, making his steps unexpectedly pleasant. It seemed fairly likely that someone had modified a natural cave to produce this. The rustling sounded again, longer this time. Argunthal stopped in his tracks, crouched lower into his ready stance, feeling a hint of adrenaline pumped into his veins, and looked up, seeing nothing but stalactites. Including one particularly thick one- one that might not have actually been a rock. A pair of wings unfolded, their impressive, deep red span revealing an inverted female body, clad only in a loincloth and hanging from the ceiling by her demonic claws. Oh, fuck. The winged demon released the stone, fluidly rotating to her feet as she fell and landing on one knee, her fall slowed by her bat-like appendages. She looked up, straight at him, with features that reminded him of Zalana's. High cheekbones, interestingly angular but feminine jaw, and the same blood-red eyes. Her pointed ears were unpierced, poking through waves of hair that, instead of black, was a strange, deep, iridescent red. She stood up, the athletic movement of her slim, toned physique swinging a long tail into view. It would have extended to her ankles were it fully extended, but she kept it in motion with the rhythm of her legs as she strode towards the stunned man, claws clicking sharply on the stone beneath them. Her feet had the same dragon-like quality as Zalana's, but the largest toe of each possessed a much larger, sickle-shaped claw. These were truly terrifying. As intimidating as she was, his doubts melted away as her hypnotic voice made an entrance, sexy in the husky way that only a very few women can use effectively. "You're Argunthal, I believe. I've heard things about you, human. I'm Aryth Zur-Kal'dre, but let's keep it informal, shall we? Aryth will be just fine." Her voice was like luxurious velvet; yet, enticing as it was, the sound was quickly swept from his mind: Argunthal could barely move as he was hit by the full aura of Aryth's body. A bit curvier than Zalana, but still plenty powerful-looking, she had what nearly any sane man would consider a perfect body. Hips wriggling and claws clicking with every step, she crossed the rest of the distance between them, casually laying a clawed hand on his chest. The other hand lazily slid across his torso, making a quick inspection. The results were apparently satisfactory, and she leaned closer, engulfing him in a strange, arousing odor as she purred into his ear. "I like what I see, Argunthal." He could not have been happier had he been instantly transported home and handed a crown. What else mattered when he could please her? He started in surprise at an unexpected touch, which turned out to be her tail wrapping around the back of his knee. For some reason, this too was quite arousing in and of itself. His member began to stir, growing to its newly expanded size as he noticed her perfect, large breasts. Seeming to defy gravity, they remained girlishly perky despite their size, black nipples standing out like little monuments to the sheer sexual power of their owner. Even these were forgotten in an instant as she slid a hand down to his manhood. Her fingers were like velvet, effortlessly bringing him to spectacular hardness as her other hand pulled his head to hers, letting her luxurious lips take control of his. The soft pressure that she exerted on his lip was just right, filling his mouth with a wonderful, alien taste. Between the power of her kiss and the incredible touch of her hand on his crotch, Argunthal was entirely under her control. She bent her moist lips to his ear, and the whispered command, "Cum for me," was more than enough to release the fruit of his loins in an instant, spraying an impressive amount of semen over her legs, where it mixed with what appeared to be a few drops of her own fluids. She softly laughed, cradling his testicles with one hand as she gently urged him back towards the purple blob. A light touch of her palm sent Argunthal down to the purple mass of comfort. His body lay in a relaxed sprawl, too content to bother moving as she stroked him back to full size. He craned his head forward for a better look at the gorgeous demon, nearly fainting with joy when he was what was about to happen. She bit her lip a little before enveloping his manhood in her luscious breasts, taking him to a new level of pleasure that he hadn't even thought was imaginable. A long tongue like Zalana's slithered down, flickering over the tip of his cock through the drops of pre that were already making a return. Seeing this, Artyh's red eyes took on a fresh gleam, abandoning his throbbing member for a moment as she stood up, flaunting her incredible figure as she seductively reached for the pin that supported the fabric covering what Argunthal was by now sure was the single most enjoyable vagina he could have possibly encountered. He was entranced by a fragrant odor that could only be some of her preliminary girlcum, the hypnosis complete as he eagerly awaited his prize. The pin removed, folds of black cloth fell away with agonizing slowness. What stood revealed was beyond anything he expected. She had a vagina, all right. It looked nice, too already dripping moisture as it came into perfect view. The only problem was the reason for this view. Argunthal's trance was broken as he took in the sight before him, involuntarily scrambling back a little. Instead of a ordinary clitoris, her vagina was topped by a penis almost as large as his, lifting into erection to reveal her more conventional genitalia. "Surprised, love? Have no fear, this will feel wonderful. Just turn around, alright, sweetie?" He may have been dazzled by her looks, but that wasn't about to take priority over his anal virginity, strangely alluring as her cock may have been. Doing his best to shake the unwanted desire from his mind, he staggered to his feet as best he could, frantically looking around for an exit. "Th-that's going in me when hell freezes over. Back!" "Argunthal, this isn't really your decision. I'm sure you'd prefer doing it the easy way." Argunthal tensed, his body filling with the same strength that broke the chains in the dungeon as Aryth grabbed for his wrist. He sidestepped, holding her by the forearm and trapping her neck in the crook of his elbow. She clearly noticed her disadvantage, pressing her body into him an obvious attempt at a distraction. When that failed, she resorted to a simple elbow to the stomach. Argunthal, while not particularly hurt, loosed his grip largely out of shock, still having to fight a little to resist the odd compulsion her felt to give himself to Aryth and her penis. The demon seized the opportunity, extending her wings and tearing herself from his powerful grasp. As she took flight, he jumped for her ankle, hurriedly releasing it as the conflicting forces dropped a splatter of her precum onto his face. She dived at him, talons outstretched. Nimbly jumping aside to avoid the blow, Argunthal swung out with a thunderous punch. Aryth narrowly avoided it, by luck as much as by skill, her eyes glowing with anger as she reached out and took an assertive grip on his cock. Rubbing him against her own member, she planted a fierce kiss on his lips. Argunthal responded with a firm tackle, bowling the terrifyingly endowed temptress over as his own rage began to boil, now fully overcoming the lust he felt at touching her gorgeous body. Aryth's fate would have likely been quite unpleasant had the combat not been brought to a sudden halt. "Can't we play nice, children? Especially you... sis." Demon and man turned, both shocked to see a lithe, feminine form that was all too familiar to Argunthal. Aryth pushed him away from her, and he rolled away, too surprised to resist. "Zalana? What are you doing down here?" Aryth's voice betrayed immense irritation as she turned to the taller, slimmer demon. Nonchalantly inspecting the claws at the ends of her fingers, Zalana smiled a fanged grin. "Believe it or not, I'd rather Muscles here lived. Might be just pity, maybe I want to know he's suffering for a while longer, but either way, I rather I didn't have to be around for my sister to assfuck the guy." "You couldn't just leave? I was really enjoying myself." Argunthal suppressed a laugh as the formerly proud demon crossed her arms and pouted, tail swinging indignantly. "You know as well as I do that once your cum goes in there, he's as red as we are in a few days. You're more than welcome to deal with explaining that to Lakhila, but somehow I don't imagine you want to." Apparently Zalana had made a salient point. Aryth loudly exhaled through a girlish, annoyed pout, spreading her wings and flapping off through a barely-visible opening in the ceiling, but not before viciously kicking Argunthal in the stomach on the way out. As he grunted and bent over, Zalana walked to him, her lithe, toned hips pleasantly rolling with each step. After seeing her sister, she looked relatively normal. In fact, maybe a bit more so than when they had first met. Argunthal couldn't quite place it, but she looked a bit different. Nonetheless, he was still not exactly pleased to see her. "What do you want?" She tilted her slim hips, shifting her weight to one foot as she looked at him with an odd glance. She actually appeared lost in thought for a moment, speaking in a somewhat less flashy tone of voice. "You know, before things got... difficult, I was actually enjoying myself down there, back in the cell. Maybe if you started up front next time, we could both enjoy it." He knew a lot better than to take anything she said at face value, but he was still struck by her apparent sincerity. It was gone in an instant though, as the casual confidence she usually had returned. "Not that I'm about to get all romantic on you or anything. If I had wanted, you would have been dead back in the prison. Why I didn't kill you then, I'm not really sure." Argunthal was at even more of a loss to explain the glimmer in her eye at those words. Whatever it was, it quickly faded as she continued, absentmindedly flicking a dust particle from her shoulder. "Besides, it looks like you've found a companion anyway. Yes, I've been watching. I admit it, I'm a bit curious about the whole thing. Maybe even interested to see what happens." She paused again, with her maddening superiority fully returning. "So I think I'll give you this. Wouldn't really want you dead out there, would I?" Hell's Kiss Ch. 03 Zalana handed him a small glass bottle containing a dull blue fluid. "Relax, it won't do anything except make you stronger and... well, you'll see. None of that, anyway," she added, gesturing to the bulges on his forehead. She frowned for a moment before adding, "I almost hope those don't grow in. You'd make a really ugly demon." Argunthal eyed the bottle suspiciously. Carefully uncorking it, he let a small drop fall onto his finger. Tasting it as if he expected his tongue to explode, he was reassured immediately by the taste. A surge of strength rushed through him, and he felt a bit healthier as he took a deep breath to chase it down. Zalana looked on with a bemused grin as he set the bottle to his lips, slowly draining the potion. "Enjoy that. I think it might... even the playing field a little with you-know-who. Who knows, you might even survive to find the cure." He simply stared back, enjoying the sensation, like sparks of energy flying through his veins, as she turned to go, weirdly graceful feet carefully placed as she took a few steps. Stopping, she looked once more over her shoulder, mysteriously uttering a few parting words. "Who knows? We might even see each other again sometime. Hopefully you'll be a bit more... receptive. Oh, by the way, exit's behind the throne." He hurried off to the escape tunnel, remembering Erendiel. He felt confident that she was safe, but still worried a bit. It wasn't until he was a fair way down the passage that he wondered how Zalana was leaving if this was how she had entered. Shrugging, he walked on until he encountered a rusty but functional ladder. He walked up to the ladder, but stopped in his tracks as he saw movement up the rungs. "Finally, I found you! Alive, too, luckily." Erendiel dropped down to stand next to him, turning her head slightly as she looked him over. "You seem... different. Anything happen down here?" Argunthal didn't even bother trying to explain about Zalana, simply relating the story about Aryth, changing the ending to include him solidly defeating her before she flew off, saving his anus by his own power alone. Erendiel gave him a slightly suspicious look before walking by, back down the tunnel. "There's a... presence here. I can feel it. Further down. If I'm right, whatever it is can probably help you." Before he could object, Argunthal found himself right back in the throne room. Zalana was nowhere to be seen, and he somehow wasn't surprised by that. It seemed only a matter of seconds before Erendiel finished fumbling with something at the base of the throne, happily grunting as a stone panel in the floor slid aside. He couldn't help but think that he'd find such a simple solution ridiculous if he'd heard it told in a story. The thought quickly left his mind as Erendiel gestured toward the newly revealed opening. "After you." Hell's Kiss Ch. 04 Erendiel leaped back up the tunnel as a seemingly solid stair fell away underneath Argunthal's feet. Her heart pounding from the shock, she cautiously moved back forward, peering down into the blackness of the newly-formed hole. It looked like a long drop; she could not see the bottom, or anything else besides more darkness. Nonetheless, she somehow felt that he wasn't dead. Perhaps something or someone here wanted him alive. Some sort of orchestration felt a lot more likely as an ominous rumble shook the passage, sending down chunks of dirt and stone from the ceiling. Setting aside her concern, Erendiel hurriedly turned back, breaking into a run towards the surface as larger stones fell, clearly signaling the collapse of the tunnel. Breathing hard and slowing to a trot as she walked out into the dim light of the surface, Erendiel clenched her jaw, trying not to let her face betray the frustration she felt at losing Argunthal, even if he wasn't dead. Instead, she simply melted a small boulder into purple ooze, allowing herself a grimly satisfied smile at the results of her magic. "Is that really all that you humans can do? Liquefy pebbles? No wonder we only bother with you as miners." Whirling around in an instant, adrenaline pumping through her veins, Erendiel was taken aback at what she saw. Leaning against one of the grey stone pillars supporting the structure standing over the entrance to the mine was a slim, red female figure. Arms crossed and one foot resting idly on the stone, the demon was the picture of casual arrogance. "Unless you're a lot tougher than you look, I wouldn't bother getting ready to fight me." This was followed by a nod at Erendiel's tensed, bent legs, only the balls of her feet touching the ground as she maintained a combat-ready stance. "Besides, I'm not going to kill you, for the moment. Relax." "Who the hell are you?" Erendiel hadn't changed her posture at all, still looking about as ready to impale the demon on her sword as to talk to her. Even more unconcerned by contrast, the demon let her impossibly long tongue taste the air for a moment before replying. "Call me Zalana. Actually, I think we have something of a mutual acquaintance, hmm?" It didn't take long for Erendiel to realize what she meant. Zalana giggled at the sudden change in her expression, walking towards her with the smooth, deadly ease of a hunting cat. Try as she might, Erendiel couldn't help but be struck by the lethal grace of the demon's lithe body, shaking her head slightly to regain her focus. "Oh, and don't trouble with an introduction, I already know who you are, Erendiel. The Order always leaves a mark." Erendiel froze at the words. How could a demon know who she really was? Zalana was no longer just any opponent, taking on a new aura of importance. She had to be prepared to defend herself. "If you know who I am, demon, then you know what I'm capable of." Zalana simply laughed at the threat. "Yes, yes, all your work against the forces of evil, your powers and magic. Maybe it'll impress others, but I'm a bit past all that. In fact, we're essentially equals. Your magic can't touch me, or the other way around... yes, humans aren't the only ones who can do it." To illustrate the point, she snapped her fingers, producing a brilliant flash of light. Smiling in a sinister way that once again managed to throw Erendiel a little off her guard, the demon walked in close with her inhumanly sensual steps, stopping a few feet away with her hand on her hip. "So, with all that, we might as well just be nice, right?" Erendiel's sword flashed from the sheath, a glistening streak of steel headed for the demon's throat. Just as quickly, Zalana enclosed her wrist in a terrifyingly strong grip, openly grinning with satisfaction at keeping her cool while Erendiel grew more aggressive. For a fleeting moment, her grip seemed to melt into a caress as she let go. Erendiel shivered imperceptibly at the unexpected pleasantness of the touch. She couldn't help but be a bit irritated with herself at the feeling; the demon was still an enemy and she wasn't about to let go of discipline for some admittedly appealing red legs. And breasts. And... no. No. Control. She was not here for anything of the sort, and she would remember that in the future. Zalana seemed to sense the human's discomfort, taunting her with a slow stroke of a fingertip over her breast, seeming to linger a little longer at the nipple. Erendiel couldn't quite help it, breathing a little more heavily. Whether she liked it or not, it felt good. "What's the matter? You seem a little distracted." The sly expression on Zalana's face managed to be both unnerving and exciting, her red eyes meeting the human woman's and sending an unexpectedly sensual chill down her spine. Taking full advantage of her obvious power in the situation, the demon moved closer, softly pressing the warm contours of her slim, pleasantly curved body against Erendiel in all the right places. "It doesn't all have to be so hard," the demon whispered into her ear. However, Zalana had underestimated the woman's power to resist temptation, feeling a strong grip close on her conveniently positioned throat. The light in Erendiel's eyes was undimmed as she snarled through clenched teeth, "There's no pleasure I'll receive from a tain- tainted... uhh..." Zalana, realizing the still very real danger of the situation, had brought her fingers into play, introducing herself to the sensitive folds of Erendiel's lips as she let out a contented breath. Not about to allow time for a counterattack or resistance, the demon worked to an optimal position, straddling Erendiel's hip to allow an ideal angle for her arm as she efficiently brought the human's clitoris to a warm excitement with perfect circular strokes, mouth twisting into a self-satisfied smile at the spellcaster's involuntary pleasure. Busy with one hand, the demon brought the other behind her conquest's head, pulling her in for a hard kiss with her foot-long black tongue. Reeling from the unexpected pleasure, Erendiel's body was momentarily a lost cause as she struggled to pull her mind away from the waves of warmth pulsing through her, exerting every effort to turn from the easy surrender that was so near. She could not, would not let herself be conquered so easily... but Zalana really did know what she was doing, which was made even clearer as she felt a preliminary drop roll down her inner thigh. Whimpering with frustration at her weakness, Erendiel attempted to wrench her body away from the demon's touch, but could only manage a pathetic wriggle that sent another, larger wave of heat rippling through her. Zalana was now more than a little wet herself, rubbing her own clit against Erendiel's leg as she rapidly became just as aroused as her victim. The hands that had been locked around her throat now limply stayed there for lack of a better idea, their owner too preoccupied to do anything about it. The demon, however, had other ideas, gently maneuvering one of Erendiel's hands to her own dripping crotch, giving it a slight encouraging push. "See how nice this can be? Just relax, love. Just relax." The response, while probably intended to be a defiant outburst, came out as a moan carrying equal notes of pleasure and anger, Erendiel's iron will matched by Zalana's overpowering aura of lust. Delighted with her success, the demon removed her hand from the young woman's vagina for a taste of her nectar, pleased both by the taste and the hand that almost immediately tried to bring her back down for more. At this point, Erendiel was stroking the demon to the best of her ability, body acting beyond her will purely out of a growing thirst for more of the new sensations. Considering Zalana's skill, it was no surprise that she was quickly bringing Erendiel to the brink, her face breaking into an even wider grin as the human body began to convulse against hers. To the demon's surprise, this didn't finalize the surrender. In fact, the resistance seemed to gain strength, the human fingers withdrawing from her needy, wet pussy as Erendiel's face regained some composure. Maybe it did feel nice, very nice, but she was not, not going to come for a demon. Sweeping a leg behind Zalana's knee, she was released from the spell as the demon fell to the ground, caught off guard and sprawled on her back in the dust. Bending down to look the red-skinned seductress in the eyes as she planted a foot firmly on her neck, it was Erendiel's turn for a superior smile. Zalana was fairly unperturbed, still casually touching herself as she calmly stared back with a look that was clearly a challenge. "Enough demon pheromones. Honestly, I doubt I'd find you that hot if you went about it like a human. Sure, you've got a nice body," Erendiel said as she quickly glanced over the smooth, hard curves of the demon's stomach, "but I doubt you're as attractive without the chemicals." With that, Erendiel took advantage of her regained focus to create a magical filter, a dim purple haze around her face that, while letting her breathe with ease, prevented the arousing odors of Zalana's glistening, moist body from working their task. Straightening up and crossing her arms with an air of tremendous satisfaction, the human crossed her arms, and, smirking, spoke again. "In fact, if we play fair, I don't think you could even make me wet. Go ahead, do your worst." Giving her puss a light stroke that was more for the sake of a tease than for pleasure, Erendiel looked down at Zalana. The dominant demon was, for the first time, showing a bit of a scowl, and it was immediately obvious that, regardless of what happened in the next few hours, some poor soul was in for a sexual brutalizing later. Rising to her feet with smooth, expertly rippling movements that by themselves would have brought most men to a painful level of hardness on the spot, Zalana practically radiated sex as she stood, displaying the spectacular curvature of her body to its maximum. Pert handfuls of breast stood as perfectly-sized monuments to sexuality, their crimson contours adorned by coal-black nipples, pushed slowly back and forth by her aroused breathing, their dully shining rings impossible not to notice. Her perfect chest was flanked by lithely muscular shoulders, not possessing much mass, but rather framing her slender torso while serving as a reminder that her power was not limited to sex appeal. Despite her jaw-dropping breasts, the highlight of her upper body was undeniably a perfectly proportioned waist, an agonizingly slim bridge from chest to lithe, toned hips, itself featuring an alluringly defined set of muscles, subtly advertising the limber, athletic abilities of its owner. Her hips flared gloriously into lean, long thighs, curving like the taut wood of a bow. This particular bow fired a strong shot, as Zalana's legs narrowly outshone the rest of her physique. Long in a tantalizingly lissome way that was simultaneously inviting and powerful, red skin a soft sheath to muscles that could clearly flex and stretch in nearly any manner she desired, culminating in graceful, clawed feet that clearly did not require shoes, the demon's lower limbs had all the deadly grace of a beautifully crafted, curved blade sharpened to a razor's edge and polished to a mirror's shine. Erendiel's mind had hardened again. Without the irresistible aura of demon pheromones to sway her judgment, she only let slip a small twitch of the mouth at the inhumanly erotic form before her. Seeing the need for more, Zalana dropped her pose and began to walk, hips gliding in a hypnotically repeated arc as her impossibly alluring legs carried her close enough for the human to feel the unnatural heat of her body. Long tongue snaking out across her dark lips, the demon playfully slid a finger along one of her horns while massaging more wetness from her depths with another. Her lips, shining like polished onyx with a fresh coating of saliva, were parted slightly in a often-seen but undeniably compelling way, their warm moisture beckoning like unholy treasure to Erendiel. Despite the even greater sensuality, which undeniably caused more than a few dirty thoughts to float uninvited through her mind, she barely allowed any physical signs of her arousal to show, externally the picture of a barely-interested bystander. Realistic as the shell was, it couldn't entirely hide her true feelings from Zalana's instincts, and the demon let her succulent mouth twist into a slight smile, increasing the intensity of the sensual aura her appearance created. Reaching up from her crotch to lick her own girlcum from her hand, she wrapped her lips around her finger with purposeful, deliberate slowness, allowing the faintest of suckling sounds to be heard as her mouth glided up and down the moistened digit, absorbing little by little all of the sweet fluid she had collected. It was now very obvious to Erendiel why the demon was such a talented seductress. This performance would have been more than enough to bring almost anyone else to their knees with desire ten times over, brushing aside all but the most stony of defenses and replacing them with a ravenous need for something, anything from the goddess of lust that stood before them. Even she was not invincible, her near-adamant resistance buckling slightly as she let her knees waver a tiny bit, a small echo of the powerful waves of lust she held back by sheer force of will. Zalana, getting both wetter and more confident as she saw her work beginning to have an effect, wriggled her body in a magnetically enticing way, rubbing herself against her target and faintly cooing with pleasure. Letting her tongue slide in a luxurious arc across her lips, the demon pressed the front of her body into Erendiel, sliding down to her knees while making sure to come into contact with all the important, sensitive parts on the way down. Wrapping her hands around the human thighs in front of her, she pressed her pert breasts into Erendiel's upper legs, leaning her shoulders and head back to look the spellcaster straight in the eyes, her red irises radiating lust into the human's steely blue orbs. Zalana was not a force to be trifled with in the sexual arena. Erendiel was, at this point, visibly clenching her teeth to control herself, her carefully maintained unimpressed smirk wavering and disappearing for the occasional instant. Her entire body was beginning to feel warm, and she realized that the demoness might well be capable of making the conquest without chemical assistance. She couldn't help but bite her lip a little when the inhumanly warm breath blew softly over her vagina. She couldn't help but sigh as the long, dark, moist tongue snaked out just where it was needed. She couldn't help holding onto the demon's head, blissfully moaning as the first rolling drops from between her legs clearly spelled out just what Zalana could do. If she wasn't getting off before, the demon seductress certainly was now, reaching down and caressing herself to heighten the pleasure she felt from controlling Erendiel's lust. However, this soon wasn't enough, and she withdrew her tongue from her conquest's nethers, slithering up along her body to deliver a warm, passionate, tongue-heavy kiss and softly whisper just what she wanted. In a matter of moments, the pair were locked in each other's embraces, tumbling to the ground with their bodies intertwined. Two pairs of breasts rubbed together, fully hardened nipples just one of the many signs of arousal highly apparent as both chests heaved with the powerful gasps that were necessary to fuel the sensations of the moment. Erendiel's silvery hair mixed with the midnight black of Zalana's as their mouths united again and again, the slight pauses for breath simply intermissions between round after round of sensual exploration, perfectly matching the sexual friction between their genitalia. Neither was on top, bottom, or anywhere else for very long as the lovers shifted, rolling in the grip of incredibly strong sensations, caressing each other with every possible inch of their bodies as each reached greater and greater heights of pleasure. Dominance and submission had become irrelevant from the instant they hit the ground, bodies and minds no longer caring about anything besides their lust for each other, wanting nothing more than to please and be pleased. Red and white skin glistened with sweat and other fluids as the couple's movements reached a sort of sexual harmony, every movement effortlessly calculated to bring more of the beautiful sensations that the human and demon felt. Eyes were either closed as a wave of orgasm demanded full attention for a moment, or staring into the other pair, glowing with longing and happiness, sometimes even letting loose a crystalline tear of joy as deep, powerful urges were brought to wonderful fulfillment, constantly expressing every possible satisfaction with the moment. There was no more enmity here, that was worlds away as one hand reached down to stroke another's womanhood, as a set of teeth bit down softly on another's quivering lip, as one lover's warm, wet nectar dripped down another's leg. Realization of the change slowly came into being as the tempo slowed, bodies worn to a welcome tiredness by a long, long train of wondrous sensations. The throes of lovemaking gradually gave way to the deep rise and fall of chests as passions finally ebbed away to contentment. At last, two female bodies lay side by side, sleek, supple curves close to each other as the rest of the world came back into focus. For a long, quiet moment, both were still, utterly satisfied with everything that had happened. Zalana was the first to move. She rolled slowly over, propping herself up on an arm and planting a tiny kiss on Erendiel's lips. "That was...beautiful," she whispered, letting a fingertip trace along her former enemy's cheekbone. Erendiel pulled herself into a sitting position as the demoness rocked back to one knee, stretching a little. "What happens now?" There was a tinge of amusement in the young woman's voice, her sense of humor coming back with little lost. "For now, I think I have places to be. But, to be honest, I think we'll see each other again." Zalana paused for a moment before she continued, her tone of confidence and power returning as she spoke again, but with a softer edge to it now. "You'll be wanting to get down to Argunthal, I imagine. You'll find an entrance hidden by what's left of a tree off behind you. Oh, and one more thing: be careful down there. I don't know for sure what's happening, but it's big. More so that I would have expected. You could run into nearly anything." She gave Erendiel's hand a final squeeze, smiling contentedly but with a strange look of unease as she turned and walked off silently into the mist. Erendiel sat where she was for a time, pondering what had just happened. Zalana was unlike any demon she had ever encountered. She wasn't just a well-formed body consumed by lust. She lacked the blind cruelty of the guards in the prison, her deadly exterior concealing something truly unusual. In fact, Erendiel couldn't help but be reminded just a tiny bit of herself. Fascinating as what had just happened was, she could only sit and think for so long while her friend was in danger. Sighing, she pulled herself to her feet, moving around a little to regain her readiness as she walked toward the tree Zalana had mentioned. Sure enough, there was a dark hole with the first rungs of a ladder just visible a few feet down. Taking a final deep breath, she set fully aside her softer thoughts and began the descent, once again ready to brave any hazard with the skill and courage she took such pride in.