The Little Master.

	Ellie hurried along the winding forest path, eager to be home before the dark clouds overhead delivered on their promise of rain. She was nearing her cottage when a sudden sound forced her to stop. It was the sound of a child's cry, loud and close by. It was no ordinary cry either, nothing like the sound a child in play might make. This was raw, desperate and distraught.
	All thoughts of returning home vanished from Ellie's mind as she left the path, following the repeated cries into the forest. It wasn't long before she found the owner of the voice, huddled under a tree for shelter. It was a young boy, dressed in tattered clothing of noble origin. Ellie's first thought, upon seeing the boy, was realising that he was especially handsome. It was a strange way to think of the child – boys of such a young age, barely into their teens, were not often thought of as handsome. Nevertheless, his looks caught Ellie's eye.
	“What's wrong, are you lost?” she asked, kneeling down next to the child. “What's your name?”
	“”Stefan, my name's Stefan,” the child whimpered, looking up at Ellie with wide, relieved eyes. “I'm lost, I don't know where I am.”
	“It's okay now, it's okay,” Ellie reassured him, placing a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder. A single raindrop, heavy and cold, splashed on her arm, startling her. “Come along now, you can't stay out here. My cottage isn't far, you can stay there for the night.” Stefan nodded, taking hold of Ellie's hand and following her as she hurried back to the path.
	By the time they reached the humble cottage, the rain was coming down thick and fast. As soon as she got inside, Ellie set about making a fire. When the fire was good and done, the room was only dimly lit, but quite cosy.
	“I do hope Olra's okay. She's a woodcutter, you see, and she won't be back for a while yet,” Ellie said to herself before sitting down next to the fire with Stefan. “Oh, you're hurt!” she cried, noticing a long gash on the boys hand. Blood was beading on his fingertip, glinting like a ruby in the firelight.
	“Ah!” Stefan, noticing the wound for the first time, gasped. The sight of his own blood seemed to terrify the child, sending him into a state of panic. Without thinking, Ellie took the boy's hand and sucked the blood from his finger, like her own mother had done whenever she had gotten hurt. The blood tasted strange and intense, far stronger than anything Ellie had ever tasted.
	As she was coughing, trying to get the unknown taste out of her mouth, Ellie heard the sound of laughter. The boy, Stefan, was laughing, features twisted into a cruel mask. “That was easy!” he gloated. His voice was still the soft voice of a young boy but there was something beneath it, a gravelly tone that copied his words. “I didn't even need to trick you into it!”
	“What are you talking about?” Ellie asked, her voice faint. Dizziness was sweeping over her, leaving her light headed.
	“You've tasted me,” Stefan sneered, “Soon, you'll be my slave.”
	“What are you?” Ellie demanded, struggling to focus on the child's mocking voice.
	“I'm just a lost little boy, far from home,” Stefan said, voice thick with fraudulent innocence, “Further than you could ever know,” he added, staring deep into the fire.
	“Demon!” Ellie hissed, trying to back away from the inhuman child. Her legs were leaden, refusing to move.
	“Perhaps, but it's irrelevant now,” Stefan's entire demeanour had changed. Once a desperate child, he was now cold and domineering, confident in his success. “Now stand up!”
	Despite all her efforts to resist, Ellie's body lifted itself up from the floor, standing erect by the fireplace. “Good,” the devilish boy purred, “Relinquish all delusions of control. I could make you parade around the town square without a stitch of clothing, if I wanted to.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Ellie's hands leapt to her throat and started to unbutton her dress. “Stop that, you little fool,” Stefan snapped, “It was merely an example, although...” he smirked, “Take off your underwear.”
	“N...No...” Ellie gasped, through gritted teeth. Her hands shook, clenched into tight fists against the boy's unnatural compulsion.
	“Take. Them. Off.” Stefan's voice was hellish, like a mountain collapsing into dust, beneath the innocent veneer of a child. His twisted features were all the more hideous because of the child's body they were attached to. “Don't push me, woman, or I might make you do something much worse.”
	A thin whimper escaped Ellie's lips as her will broke. Stiffly, she reached under her skirt and slid her underwear off, letting the thin slip of cotton drop to the floor. “Now get on your knees and lift up your skirt,” the demon ordered, gleefully watching as Ellie obeyed his command. He shoved her forwards, pushing her over until she lay crumpled on the floor, her exposed backside sticking up in the air.
	“I'm not an unkind master,” Stefan said softly as he pulled his trousers off, “So I'll allow you to enjoy this.” Her body reacted immediately to his voice, moisture gathering in her slit as she grew aroused. Stefan took a step closer, rubbing his rigid erection against Ellie. His penis seemed far too large to belong to a child, maybe even too large for a grown man. It felt thick and heavy, swollen with blood, but her lips parted easily as it sank into her.
	At first, it felt good. Far better than her few fumbled experiences with one of the local farmhands, at least, but it wasn't right. It only felt good because Stefan's insidious control was making it feel good. No matter how intense the physical sensations he wrung out of her were, it could not disguise the feeling of violation Ellie felt deep in her heart.
	Still, it was just as difficult to ignore the physical side of things. It was as if Stefan had turned her body into a sensitive musical instrument, one that he could pluck and play at will. Each thrust of his member drew wanton moans from her lips, as though she was nothing more than a common harlot. It was a deeply shameful feeling, being forced to act the whore, and soon tears were welling up in Ellie's eyes.
	Stefan grunted in pleasure as he savoured Ellie's body, sliding his member into her with long, luxurious thrusts. His small hands crawled over her body, pinching and squeezing at her flesh as he saw fit. His thrusts grew shorter and faster as he grew close to a climax, pushing ever deeper into Ellie's flesh.
	Burying his cock up to the hilt in Ellie's sex, Stefan reached his climax, shooting a powerful load inside her. The seed was hot, almost painfully so, and it tingled as it coated Ellie's insides. The orgasm seemed to last forever, more and more of the demonic seed filling Ellie up and overflowing, dripping out of her to stain the carpet.
	Satisfied, Stefan pulled out of Ellie's flesh and took a step back, admiring his handiwork. Ellie's entire body ached, but the slack feeling in her crotch was worse. She felt like Stefan's organ had stretched her out to the point of deformity. Distantly, she heard a command to rise and obeyed like clockwork. As she stood, Ellie felt some liquid leak down the insides of her legs. Without Stefan's permission to look down, she could only hope that it wasn't blood trickling from her.
	“Well, I don't need to ask if you enjoyed it!” Stefan laughed mockingly. Ellie's cheeks burned with a shameful blush as Stefan's snide laughter grated on her nerves. “Now listen closely, your sister could be home soon, and here's what I want you to do...”

	“So you say you found him in the forest?” Olra asked, leaning across the table to face her sister. Stefan was sitting by the fire, casually flicking through a book with no apparent interest in their conversation.
	“That's right,” Ellie replied, her voice stiff. So far, the conversation was going exactly as Stefan had predicted.
	“I think we should let the Sheriff handle this,” Olra decided, “Tomorrow morning, you should take him into town and hand him over.”
	“I was going to,” Ellie continued, following the script she had been given to the letter. Olra gave her a strange look.
	“Are you feeling okay, sister? You sound unwell,” the taller woman asked. Olra was almost the complete opposite of her sister, tall and well muscled where Ellie was petite.
	Ellie paused, unsure of how to proceed. Stefan hadn't anticipated this question. “Ellie's just tired,” the boy said suddenly, his voice sweet and innocent, “We were playing earlier. It was a lot of fun!”
	“Huh, okay then,” Olra shrugged, without much interest. Unlike her younger sister, Olra had never been particularly interested in children. “I'm pretty tired as well, maybe we should both get an early night. What about our guest?”
	“I can spread some spare bedding on the floor,” Ellie nodded towards a pile of sheets in the corner, “It should be good enough for one night.”
	“Well, whatever,” yawning widely, Olra stood up and stretched, “I'm going to bed.”

	“Hold her down,” the voice, hissed quietly in the dark bedroom, stirred Olra from her slumber, “Hold her down, I said!” Before she could say anything, someone seized Olra's arms from behind, pinning them against her back.
	“Hey!” Olra yelled, snapping fully awake in an instant. Her struggles died when she craned her neck around and saw her sister, blank eyed and awful. Although she could have thrown off the younger woman in an instant, Olra didn't dare risk hurting her. “Ellie, what are you doing?”
	“She won't answer, not unless I let her,” a voice, the same cold hiss Olra had heard earlier, rang out. As her eyes adjusted to the dark she saw Stefan's small figure crouched on the end of her bed, his hairless flesh strangely pale in the darkness.
	“What is this?” Olra snapped, tentatively testing Ellie's grip. It was far stronger than she would have guessed, hands clenched white knuckle tight around the older sister's arms.
	“Don't talk,” Stefan whispered, the chill in his voice cutting straight through Olra, “It'll be easier this way.” The boy crawled over her, one hand flashing out and grabbing Olra's mouth with shocking strength. Forcing her mouth open, he raised his hand and squeezed a few drops of blood from the half-healed wound. Olra gagged as the bitter liquid burned her throat. It wasn't long before her eyes had glazed over and she hung limp in her sister's arms.
	“Now we can really have some fun,” the demon sneered, slapping Olra lightly across the face, “Isn't that right?” Ellie nodded eagerly, a flush of arousal entering her cheeks as some cruel imitation of life returned to her eyes. Taking a handful of her hair, Stefan pushed his erection into Olra's mouth as Ellie watched hungrily.
	A degree of awareness returned to Olra's eyes as Stefan penetrated her, strength returning to her struggles. “I told you to hold her!” Stefan roared. Ellie, who had been touching herself, yelped and grabbed for Olra's arms, restraining them again. Between Ellie's grip on her arms and Stefan's hold on her jaw, Olra was helpless.
	Stefan thrust his length deep into Olra's mouth, grinding against her face and making her gag. Ellie giggled at the sounds, but the desperate look never left her eyes. Olra's struggles grew weaker as Stefan slid his cock in and out of her mouth, precum dripping down her throat. Her will had been stronger than her younger sister's, but she had reached breaking point.
	Laughing to himself, Stefan pulled his penis from Olra's mouth, a few ropes of saliva following it out and dripping down her chin. By now, her eyes were almost entirely glazed over as the demonic essence she had swallowed brought her under Stefan's spell. “Keep each other amused,” he ordered dismissively, climbing down from the bed and leaving the room.
	The sound of giggling and moaning drifted from the bedroom as Stefan searched through what passed for a kitchen. He found a bottle of wine in one of the cupboards and took it out, filling two cups with the deep red liquid. The rest of the bottle he emptied out the window. In the morning, once the compulsive effects of his demonic fluids wore off, they would remember little more than a drunken night with a handsome and darkly charismatic stranger.
	With the tiresome responsibility of covering his tracks dealt with Stefan returned to the bedroom to continue with the festivities. When he returned to the bedroom he couldn't help but smirk at the sight of the sisters enjoying each other's bodies. Ellie was straddling her older sister's head, grinding her sex against Olra's probing tongue while Olra frantically touched herself.
	Climbing up onto the bed with the sisters, Stefan took Olra's hand away, leaving her open and exposed. Spreading Olra's legs wider, Stefan lay down and placed his manhood, already painfully hard, against her entrance and thrust forwards, sliding easily into the dripping wet slit. Olra gasped as Stefan thrust into her, the sound muffled by Ellie's sweat soaked thighs.
	A satisfied growl built in the back of Stefan's throat as he savoured the feeling of Olra's toned muscles responding to his thrusts. Her body reacted wonderfully to every motion he made, driven into a frenzy of lust by the intoxicating influence of his blood. It had been a long time since Stefan had enjoyed himself quite as much as this. Quite the stroke of luck, coming across a pair of sisters.
	Stefan clutched at Olra's breasts, kneading the soft flesh beneath his childish hands and drawing another round of muffled groans from the elder sister. Ellie had long since reached her climax and was well on her way to a second when Stefan pushed her aside. He was eager to see what kind of squeals he could get out of the older sister.
	Olra was mewling, writhing against the sweaty sheets when Stefan felt his orgasm build. He growled again, relishing in the feral strength of his climax as it overwhelmed him. His cock twitched furiously inside the muscled woman, shooting his seed deep inside her over and over again. His orgasm lasted so long that by the time he had fired off his last drop, the woman's stomach was distended, swollen with his cum. Pleased with himself, Stefan pulled out and lay on the bed between the sisters.
	“Sleep, both of you,” he commanded. Minutes later, both women were snoring softly. When they woke up, they would fall for the elaborate lie he had set up. Neither of them would remember the little lost child they had taken in for the night. Stefan got up, wiping himself off on the bedsheets and wandering though the house until he found his clothes. 
	Soon, Stefan would be gone, wandering the back roads until he found another victim. It was a shame, in a way, he would have loved to stick around for a while. He could only imagine how shocked the sisters were going to be in nine months time.