She Who Wanders Part II Perhaps it had been a mistake to kill the sorcerer, Cherry thought one night. She had been greedy when she consumed his soul and robbed him of all life as he lay on the floor of that small cottage in the forest. Completely drained by her he had become little more than a dry husk that would soon turn to dust, but not soon enough it seemed. His disappearance had been noticed at the academy and it only took a couple of weeks to find his cottage and what was left of him. The investigation that followed had brought unsavoury folk to the area. Once witch slayers and demon hunters started showing up in the towns around the academy, Cherry had decided that her fun was over and it was time to move on. Pity, Cherry thought. She had been enjoying these simple village folk. They were easy to seduce and did not ask difficult or awkward questions when asked to return to their wives or husbands. They were all desperate for a little excitement and Cherry was more than happy to give them that in exchange for a little bit of essence to feed her own demonic soul. She preferred the young ones with souls still strong and full. She could get more from them without hurting them. Of course none of them knew what they were giving her. They would surely sell her out for the bounty as soon as they suspected it. Once she had slept with them however, they tended to change their attitudes. Men were much less likely to betray the woman who had been so generous with her body just the night before. The women, of course, just pretended not to know her and stayed quiet for fear she might tell others about what they had done. Cherry was not one to chase other women, she left that to other succubi, but sometimes it too much fun to torment the poor creatures. Cherry paused at the town gate and took one last look behind her, at the dark town and the illuminated windows of thatched cottages. In one of the windows she saw a figure watching her and knew immediately it was the farmhand boy she had been working with all of that week. His parents owned the town inn where the demon had been staying as she regained her powers. She had considered having sex with the boy’s father in exchange for free lodging but decided not to. Instead she turned her attention on the boy who was still young and vigorous, full of stamina and lust. She headed through the town gate and began her long journey to the coast so she could get as far from these demon hunters as possible. She had already met one a few villages over and had only just escaped him and his priest accomplice. It had scared her enough to send her packing and running to a fringe village where she passed herself off as a wandering alchemist and got work as a farmhand. Now it was time to leave the village and that farmhand boy. With her cloak hood raised, her pack filled with supplies she would not need but carried for show and her quarterstaff held tightly in her hand, Cherry set along the road to the coast. A few hours passed and soon the village was out of sight. With nothing but the sounds of the night and her thoughts for company, the demon’s mind drifted back to the farmhand boy. She smiled up at the moon as she remembered the seduction and the delicious teasing she had inflicted. He was certainly the most memorable of the ten or so men she had seduced since Marvin had brought her to the mortal realm. Much more interesting than the tired farmers and fishmongers she had been feeding off of in previous weeks and far more appreciative than the upstart sorcerer Marvin who had been so rude and reckless. Cherry touched her belly, where underneath her clothing the faint signs of Marvin’s binding rune could still be seen. He had paid the price for his presumption and now his soul was trapped within the demon and it would stay there until she was killed. A wind blew across the road, a cool, fresh gust of wind that made Cherry want to fly but her wings had yet to regrow. It would take many more lovers to regain them and Cherry looked forward to every single one of them. Even without her wings, the wind reminded Cherry that she was free. It cost Marvin his soul but that was his own fault for directly linking it with his binding rune, Cherry thought. A fool like that deserved such a cruel fate. Cherry removed him from her mind and instead remembered the farmhand. He was a much more interesting story than dull Marvin. +++ She and the farmhand had been working in the field, tending to a herd of sheep. Mostly it involved sitting in the shade of a tree and watching out for wolves, but on that day one lamb had decided to venture into the surrounding woodland and it was up to Cherry and the farmhand to get it back. Other farmhands stayed behind to mind the sheep while the two of them disappeared into the forest. The farmhand boy was a wonderful specimen of adolescence. Tall and slim, with strong, toned muscles and skin touched by the sun, the boy was every part the young farmer. Salt-of-the-earth type. No big dreams or ambitions, just a focus on what was important. His brown hair was kept short like most men in the village, except for the top which was allowed to grow. His hard, strong face was typical of the region, Cherry realised. He looked like he could take a punch and deal out just as many. His personality, on the other hand, was reserved, quietly inquisitive and adorably shy. He wore olive green trousers made from cotton and a faded blue shirt made from a slightly rougher material. He never wore shoes when out in the field. Cherry had taken to wearing a khaki skirt that came down to her ankles and a pair of cotton panties she had taken off one of her female lovers. On her top she wore a brown cotton blouse that hid her large bosom well, but with a few undone buttons, her cleavage was there for all to see. ‘Do you have children?’ the farmhand asked after they had been searching for some time. The conversation had been waning on and off for some time but this marked the beginning of a new, unrelated conversation that Cherry had not expected. ‘No, no. Not I. Do I seem motherly to you?’ Cherry said with a humoured smile. The farmhand blushed. ‘No. It’s just I have never met a woman your… age, who didn’t have children,’ the boy replied. ‘Are you saying I am old?’ Cherry laughed. ‘No!’ the boy answered quickly, blushing a deeper red. This was more like it, Cherry thought. She liked her young men to be a little timid and to respect her age, maturity and experience even if he had no clue as to the full extent of it. ‘Perhaps it is that I remind you of your mother?’ Cherry asked. ‘No, not really,’ the farmhand said. ‘You are much more attractive.' Cherry smiled outwardly and inwardly. This boy would be easy, she thought. She decided that she would relish in this one what she had rushed with Marvin. ‘Thank you. You’re pretty cute yourself,’ Cherry replied, flashing the young man a wide, inviting smile. ‘Do you really think so?’ he asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice. ‘Of course,’ Cherry answered, flashing another flirtatious smile. ‘The village girls must be all over you.’ The boy laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck. He remained quiet for a few minutes as they wandered the forest, finally coming to a stop by a narrow stream that gurgled peacefully. ‘I know how you look at me,’ Cherry said suddenly. The boy, who had been drinking from his water flask, suddenly choked and spluttered. ‘Pardon?’ ‘I’ve seen the way you look at me,’ Cherry repeated. ‘Watching me when I lean forward or bend over.’ ‘No..No I don’t!’ the boy said as his face reddened deeply. ‘I don’t mind. I quite like the attention,’ Cherry said with a wink. ‘I could always show you more if you fancied it.’ The boy swallowed hard and stared at Cherry for a long moment. He seemed to be judging if she was trying to trick him or not. Cherry sat down on a moss covered rock by the side of the stream and undid the top button of her blouse. ‘I’m not joking,’ Cherry assured him as more of her buttons come undone and she opened up her front. A little fiddling with the buttons and strings and Cherry had revealed all of her impressive cleavage from top to bottom. All it would take for her large, full breasts to be shown to the world was for the farmhand to walk up and slide away the fabric. A strong gust of wind could have done it, but in the forest the air was still. The farmhand remained frozen where he was, staring into the pair of milky white orbs that hung from the chest of the beautiful woman. She stared at him with her blue in blue eyes, beckoning him to come closer, to touch her flesh. It was hypnotic, cutting right into the boy and tempting his soul. Cherry’s magic was stronger now than it had been when she was summoned. Feasting on the souls of men and women had rejuvenated her soul while their cum had refreshed and strengthened her body. Not that she needed her magic to seduce this boy. She could smell the lust he had for her from across the valley. His body was full of it, smouldering like hot coals in his loins. The scent of it had been hard for Cherry to ignore. Her own loins had begun to steam at the prospect of such virile and youthful essence. She spotted the bulge in the boy’s cotton trousers and licked her lips. She wanted to taste it and feel its power in her mouth. The boy was being more resistant than Cherry had expected, or perhaps his shyness was getting the better of him. Cherry stood up from her seat on the rock, slipped off her leather sandals and approached the boy slowly, making sure she stuck out her chest and kept her glowing eyes on his. Her footsteps were muffled by the thick moss on the forest floor. Her eyes held the boy in place, totally under her control. He could look away, or run, or flinch as long as her blue in blue eyes remained locked on him. Just a little longer, Cherry thought, then she would bring out the beast in him, the part of him that wanted to fuck her stupid, to dominate her totally and make her body his. Cherry felt her hot core quiver with excitement at the thought of it. ‘My boy, when a woman offers herself to you it is rude to decline,’ Cherry whispered as she approached. Now standing within arm’s reach of the boy, Cherry opened up her blouse and let it fall away from her. She stood before him, topless, caressing her own pink nipples with her thumbs. ‘Touch them,’ she ordered. The boy slowly raised his hands and reached out to the large orbs of soft, white flesh. He was holding his breath when his gently took a hold of them and began to caress them. ‘They’re nice, aren’t they?’ Cherry asked with a sly grin. ‘Better than I imagined,’ the boy mumbled, clearly distracted by the sight of the huge boobs. Cherry inched closer until her tits were pressed into the boy’s chest. She took his hands and forced them away from her chest and planted them on her rounded backside. The boy did not protest at all and began to squeeze the fleshy arse of this woman easily twenty years his senior. Cherry giggled playfully when the boy spread her cheeks under her skirt and lifted them upwards before letting them drop. Cherry’s hand came between them and moved down to the large bulge that fought against the fabric of the boy’s trousers. She grabbed the bulge tightly and pulled the boy into a deep kiss. Her free hand grabbed a clump of his hair to hold him in place as she kissed him. She did not want him to flinch or back away as her long tongue forced its way into his mouth. The farmhand tried to jump back and gasp but Cherry’s tongue gagged any protest and her grip made escape impossible. She squeezed and tugged on the boy’s bulge, feeling as the firm shaft underneath became harder until it was solid and could not remain inside his trousers any longer. Without warning Cherry broke the kiss and pushed the boy away from her. He stumbled backwards until he hit a mossy rock. Cherry was on him in a second, before he could even stand up straight. She undid his rope belt in a single motion and yanked them down to his ankles. His erection stood at full length now, lifting up the front of the boy’s shirt. Cherry did not wait before attacking it with all the lust of her demonic nature. She grabbed it firmly and began to stroke it rapidly, jerking the boy’s adult cock. The farmhand watched on in amazement and shock as he was jerked off with a ferocity he could not have managed by himself. ‘This is big for a boy your age,’ Cherry joked as she kissed the farmhand and began to massage his testicles with an almost painful grip. ‘I’m not a boy,’ the farmhand replied, with a slight frown on his tough face. Cherry grinned widely. That’s what she was after. She got down on her knees in front of the boy and guided the head of his shaft towards her mouth. As the forest birds watched and the stream gurgled beside them, Cherry’s tongue flicked over the bright pink head and ran the length of the shaft from base to tip again and again. She could taste the sweat on it and feel the power behind that young cock, yearning to be unleashed. ‘You taste like a boy,’ Cherry replied, looking into the farmhand’s nervous but excited eyes. ‘I’m a man,’ the boy insisted, his voice cracking oh so slightly. Cherry laughed out loud. ‘Not yet, boy,’ she said before taking the farmhand’s length into her mouth, sliding it across her tongue and down her throat. The farmhand gasped as his brain was fogged by sensations he could have imagined only moments earlier. Cherry inched the boy’s cock deeper and deeper into her throat until her nose touched his belly. She held it there for a moment before pulling her head away, releasing the boy’s cock covered in thick, dripping saliva. Strings of thick saliva connected Cherry’s pink lips to the tip of the boy’s prick like glistening spider webs. Cherry went back onto the boy’s cock, sucking on it hard and slowly, using her tongue tease out tingles of pleasure that kept the boy on the verge of an orgasm. Cherry kept a hand wrapped firmly around the lowest part of the boy’s shaft, holding the skin back so her tongue and lips could work on the sensitive head without interruption. Her head bobbed back and forth quickly while the boy breathed heavily and controlled. He placed a hand on Cherry’s head to slow her down before he came but it was quickly slapped away. Cherry could not let him feel the small stumps of her horns that were hidden by her hair. She could hide them well, but not get rid of them altogether and to have them discovered would be disastrous unless this boy was somehow sympathetic to demonic sex fiends. It did annoy her that after all she did for him that he would almost certainly have her killed if he knew what she was. Cherry held the boy around the waist while she took his cock in her mouth. She heard him begin to groan and pant. He had passed the point of no return and was about to cum. Cherry sucked hard, forcing the cum from the boy. What she got shocked her. Hot stickiness filled her mouth in proportions she had rarely had before. Stream after stream of it squirted into her mouth until her tongue was covered in it and she was forced to swallow it big gulps. Cherry could learn more about a man by the taste of his cum than hours of honest discussion. It spoke of his nature, his health and his ancestry. As Cherry played with the last drops of cum to touch her tongue she tasted the boy’s strength. He was a hard worker and had what it took to survive a difficult life. He came from a long line of good men and would surely father many strong children but he was still a boy. He lacked the flavour of a true man, though hints of it were there. Cherry stroked out the last drops of his cum from his twitching, softening cock into her mouth and swallowed it happily. ‘Not a man yet,’ Cherry repeated as she stood up and went to the stream to clean around her mouth. ‘Why not?’ asked the boy. He was insulted but too relaxed to be angry. ‘Still too at home. Too scared to leave,’ Cherry told him. ‘I can make you a man though.’ ‘How?’ ‘Trust me. Come to my room tonight and I will show you.’ With that Cherry left. She had spotted the missing lamb ten minutes ago. +++ Just off the road, hidden by some brush, Cherry setup her bedding for the night. It was close to midnight and she needed a rest. Her powers were still far from full strength and her needs were still very human, chief among them the need for sleep. In a large city with plenty of access to men and woman daily it would take her a few months to regain her full demonic powers. Out here in the wilderness it would take years. Protected from the wind and from the view of the road, Cherry unfurled her bedroll and looked up at the sky. In the privacy of nature, she allowed her true form to show. Her horns had grown an inch and her tail was starting to return. It was a little under a foot long now and the heart-shaped tip was beginning to take form. She could even feel the bumps on her back that would become her wings. Her scales had spread as far as they would go, now covering the tops of her arms, hands, shins and feet, as well as spreading across her shoulders. Some scales spread from her shoulders up her neck and framed her sharp face. The shiny black scales glistened like shards of onyx in the moon light as she lay naked on her bedroll. She slipped her hand between her legs she began to play with herself as her mind drifted back to the farmhand. As always, she was wet. Her fingers quickly found the delicate nub that sat at the peak of her neat, tight slit, hidden by a hood of skin. Pulling this back, Cherry’s favourite part of her body was revealed. She played with it gently, rubbing it with her thumb and index finger until her groin was slick with her intoxicating cum and the smell of perfume drifted on the wind. A few moments of this and Cherry needed more. Folding her tail under herself, she brought it between her legs and inserted the tip into her hungry pussy. With something firm now inside her, she returned to her thoughts about the farmhand. +++ Cherry was being selfish and felt good about it. Stand at the end of her bed, bent over and with her legs spread, she whispered encouragement to the farmhand. She had to whisper or else someone might have heard them. Behind her, on his knees, was the farmhand. He was naked and in possession of an achingly large erection. It stood proudly like a king’s sword leading a charge or a mighty pillar holding up a cathedral, but he was not using it right now. He was not even touching it. His hands were busy holding apart the large, round cheeks of Cherry’s backside so his tongue had easy access to the tight, pink hole of Cherry’s arse. His nimble tongue made long strides from the top of her anus to the bottom of her dripping cunt. He tasted the sweet cum that dripped down her inner thigh and drank freely of it. More was always flowing from between her hot lips. This was not his idea, of course. Cherry had told him to do it as part of the night’s lesson and he went along without question, gladly licking and eating her arsehole while she moaned into a pillow. The arse eating was a prelude to the night’s real lesson. The farmhand had come to Cherry’s room every night since she had seduced him in the forest a week ago. So far they had covered the many styles and techniques of oral sex, which Cherry had been keen to show him in the hopes of more heavy loads. The next day she had taken him into the forest again and showed him what it was to have sex. The next day she did it again, but ordered him to take her roughly and without tenderness. He had not disappointed. He had her against a rock and on the mossy floor, pushing her face into the leaf litter as he pounded her from behind. To anyone else it would have looked like he was raping her when in fact it was her who was in control. Her spell over him was firmly in place now and nothing he could have done would be without her order or consent. In one week she had had him cum in her mouth, on her face, chest, arse, pussy and feet. He had cum inside her mouth and pussy, nourishing her regenerating body with his youthful energy, but that would have to come to an end tonight. The boy was beginning to look exhausted and slow when he was no around her. Cherry could feel the power inside him grow dim as his body grew listless. He could no longer produce those massive doses of sperm that had thrilled and fed Cherry for the last week. He would bounce back eventually and return to his old self once she was gone. The memory of her too would fade away. She could have stayed with him and drained him to death but that was not in her nature. Marvin had been a rare exception. It was time to move on and find a new man to feed her. Tonight was the last night and she wanted to do something special for the boy who had nourished her so well. She let him lick around her arse for a little longer before she ordered him to fuck her. She lifted her knees onto the bed and pushed her arse outwards, inviting him to violate the last part of her body he had yet to explore. He placed the tip of cock against the pink hole and pushed it in. Cherry relaxed herself and let it enter her inch by inch. He was already large but inside her arse he felt even larger. Cherry bit her lip as she felt his length disappear inside of her. He began to thrust, rubbing the insides of her guts with the head of his large shaft. She felt every slight movement of him inside her, filling her with rumbling warmth in her stomach. He may have lacked his usual gusto but given his deteriorating state, it was understandable. Cherry pushed back into him, egging him on until he came one final time inside of her. She cooed compliments and praise when she felt the slimy strings of cum filling her up inside. She leaned back and wrapped an arm around his neck so she could kiss him and grind her arse on his softening erection. He removed himself from her and collapsed on the bed, panting while she dressed herself and gathered her things. The cum inside her would be absorbed into her body and keep her strong for weeks. As Cherry stood in the doorway of her inn room and adjusted the pair of underwear she had taken off one of her occasional female lovers, the boy spoke up. ‘Am I a man in your eyes now?’ he asked, exhausted. ‘You are. More man than most,’ she replied. And with that she left. +++ Cherry came. Her own tail was a poor substitute for a man’s cock but for the time it was enough to clear her mind and let her sleep. Beneath the stars she lay, spread out on her bedroom, exposed for the entire world to see, almost beckoning it to come alive and fuck her. Slowly she drifted off amid fantasies of lewd and smutty activities.