She Who Wanders Part III Cherry stood on the inn’s balcony as she overlooked the busy street below her. The smells of humans were everywhere. She breathed in deeply the smells of the city and its inhabitants. Foreign spices and perfumes, sweaty bodies, exotic foods, all mixed together in a strong odour of humanity. It made her mouth water at the thought of exploiting all these unwitting humans. She had chosen this inn for its proximity to the city markets. Some easy flirting with the innkeeper and a few vague promises of future quality time scored Cherry the most expensive room in the inn, on the top floor with a lovely balcony that overlooked the markets. The innkeeper had even been so kind as to throw in a complimentary bottle of Ajruskan wine with the room. She sat on the wooden railing on her balcony, sipping the blood red wine and scanned the markets below. It felt good to have some of her power back. It had taken a few weeks with simple-minded farmers to get her powers back to this level but now she was in her stride. Here in the coastal city of Anza her progress back to peak would be put into overdrive and for the first time since she was summoned back onto the mortal plain, she could afford to be picky with her prey. The farmers had been good for a start; vigorous, strong and easily manipulated, but they were simple, lowly men. Cherry was used to a finer breed of human and was eager to regain much of her lost glory. She had once maintained the harems of the world’s mightiest men. A harem queen like her had no place on her hands and knees in some barn in a no-name village. No, those days were behind her now. She was done with farmers, farm boys, milkmaids and lowly guards. She had shown her gratitude to the guard who had escorted her along the road to the city, but once inside the city walls she set herself a new standard. Anza might have been a fine city, but it was not Cherry’s end goal. She knew there were far grander cities still in the world and she would not stop until she was part of their ruling class. The finest of the finest; that was her place in the world. Before she could reach those dizzying heights of power, however, she had to work her way up the social ladder of these mortals. As a demon Cherry had a few advantages over the mortals, such as immortality. She was not constrained by a ticking clock, counting down to oblivion. If it took her a hundred years to reach the pinnacle of the human social ladder, she would do it. Of course this came with a massive flaw. By not aging, Cherry had to reinvent herself every few years, either by moving away and assuming a new identity or by establishing herself as a mystic, blessed by the gods. The former required far more work and could undo decades of reputation building, but the latter attracted the attention of the Paladins. Cherry winched at the thought of them. She could remember her last encounter with the Paladins as clear as day. Memories from her previous life were often blurred by the fog of time, but a violent death always left scars. She remembered the feeling of the blade cutting into the flesh where her shoulder and neck met and sinking deeper and deeper. There was no pleasure there. It wasn’t a painful like a playfully spanking or even erotically painful in a heavy BDSM way. It was just pain. Pain: cold and harsh and searing. Cherry shivered as the cold embrace of mortal death overcame her. She feared the Paladins like nothing else. Shaking these terrifying thoughts from her mind, Cherry returned her attention to the crowd in to the market. She spied the usual collection of merchants and commoners. She locked her eyes on a few good looking merchants, assessing them with a trained eye. Few of them made the cut, but those that did tickled more than just Cherry’s fancy. She distracted herself from thoughts of the Paladins by imagining what each of these merchants could do for her. That one, the middle-aged spice trader, could set her up with contacts across the seas. That other merchant, the silks trader, would invite all his friends to watch Cherry be fucked by slaves. Cherry began to discreetly touch her large breasts as she imagined what kind of perversion she could inspire in these men. Cherry’s mind drifted back to her pervious masters. Many of them had been simple merchants when she had first found them. They were a little wealthier than anyone in this town, but that was just a matter of time for the smartest of traders. Cherry would have her fun with the local population first, gather her power and then choose a man of talent and skill to elevate. She would take him out of this town and into the big leagues and when the time was ready; she would reveal herself to him. By then it would be too late. He’d be dependent on her. His reputation would be so tightly intertwined with hers that to reveal her would be to kill himself. That had been the case some her previous masters. The best ones had accepted this fact and used Cherry’s power to propel themselves to fantastic heights, all the while making sure they indulged in every fantasy their mortal minds could conjure up. Cherry smiled and sighed longingly as she recalled the castle orgies and ceaseless ravaging she had enjoyed. Those days would return again, Cherry thought. Until then, she would make sure to enjoy every step up the mortal ladder. Every moment of life, even for an immortal demon, should be savoured because you never knew when it would suddenly, violently end. * Night fell on the city of Anza. By the port a trading ship and docked and unloaded several crates of goods, as well as a gang of horny sailors who quickly filled the nearest tavern and brothel. The worn out pussies of salty sea wenches were beneath the attention of the captain, however. He had coin to spend and could afford to stay somewhere a little more refined. He took his best clothes and headed into the city, to the inn he always made sure to visit when he was in Anza. His long red coat with black trimmings and gold buttons looked good on him, he decided as he spied himself in a shop window. He shoulders look broad and strong, like they had been in his younger years. His hair may have lost much of its fiery red colour over the years but the new white and grey that had replaced it added a certain distinction. He was no longer the restless sailor filled with wanderlust and hormones, eager to plant his seed in as many gardens as her could find in a weekends shore leave. Instead, now he was the distinguished gentleman who had earned his rank and was expected to entertain women of class and breeding; the sort of man who could be found drinking expensive whiskey and smoking cigars with others of his kind. Some of that horny teenager was still alive within him, however, so when he spotted a black haired beauty with a body as curvy and exciting as the ocean herself, he felt compelled to relive his youth. He spotted the dark haired woman sitting by the inn’s fire, enjoying the music of the bard who came by each evening. She was watching the flames burning while nodding her head slowly to the bard’s song about sailors being washed off their ships. He spied her long, slender legs and strong thighs, imagining them wrapped around his waist. She was wearing a brown leather corset over a white shirt, with a beige skirt that had a long slit from the hem to her thigh. The captain wondered if it was just the help of the corset or if this beautiful woman’s breasts really were that large. Already he could imagine them bouncing up and down as she rode his cock. His thoughts then drifted to the round, wide bottom on which the woman sat. He could not see from here but guessed that this mature woman had a fantastic backside. He had always found women’s arses to be extremely appealing, especially when they were bouncing against his groin. The dark haired women looked away from the fire, settling her luminous blue eyes on the captain. There was something not quite right about those eyes, but the captain couldn’t quite think of what it was. His thoughts quickly returned to the woman’s raw sexuality. He wanted her then and there. He could picture ripping off her clothes, bending her over the dinner table and dominating her. He wasn’t sure where all these new, powerful desires were coming from but he relished them. He felt young and strong again, easily capable of pleasuring a woman like her for hours. The captain bought a drink from the tavern’s bar and headed to the fire. He took a seat close to the woman but on the far side of the bard. He had heard enough sea chanties in his time for all music to grate on his nerves somewhat. He dropped a few coins into the bard’s hat anyway. A little show of generosity could help smooth any interaction with his target, he hoped. He waited a few moments before he made his move… * A little past his prime, but he would do fine for tonight, Cherry thought as the old captain plied her with more wine. She could not get drunk on anything crafted by mortals, but acted tipsy and friendly as would be expected. Her skills as an actress came into play once more, though they were wasted on the captain who was too drunk to appreciate them. When she decided he’d had enough, she suggested they retire for the evening. The captain, fully in her grasp now, obliged eagerly. Cherry led the way up the stairs to her bedroom with the captain not far behind. She could feel his eyes drinking in the sight of her arse as it swayed side to side as she walked. She had been filling his mind with images of her backside all evening and by this point was fairly certain he’d become obsessed with it. She couldn’t read his mind fully yet, that ability was still developing, but she could detect a few of the stronger thoughts and emotions running through his head. She’d been busy assessing the bard, figuring out which lewd thought triggered the strongest arousal, when the captain walked in. He had been much easier to read. A man trapped on a ship with no women for months on end broadcast his desires much more freely and loudly than a man with a steady supply of womanly comforts. The captain had practically said aloud his fetish for arses the second he walked in the door. Cherry wondered if that had anything to do with the copious amounts of buggery that happened on sea voyages. She giggled to herself at the memory of turning a small merchant vessel into a floating orgy of sodomy and debauchery with her at the centre. She’d be sure to make sure that happened again, but first she had to get acquainted with the good captain. Cherry had barely walked through the door to her bedroom when the captain was on her. His rough, callused hands gripped her arse, squeezing both cheeks firmly. He kissed and bit at her neck, tickling her with his moustache and beard. Cherry laughed out loud, gripping the captain’s head and holding it to her neck. She pushed her arse into his groin, grinding her full, plump backside against his hardening rod. She snaked her hand down between their bodies, gripping the captain’s erect shaft through the fabric of his trousers. The captain pulled at Cherry’s skirt, lifting it up until her round, milky white arse was exposed. The captain dropped to his knees and began kissing and biting the white flesh of Cherry’s arse. The demon laughed with excitement and leaned forward, resting her hands on the edge of her bed. She stuck her arse out, pushing it into the captain’s face. Cherry cooed and moaned when she felt the captain’s tongue slither between her cheeks and slide over her tight anus. The bristles of his moustache and beard tickled her delightfully as he tongued her puckered hole. The captain spread Cherry’s cheeks and pushed her face deeper into her arse, licking and tonguing her happily. In the light of the candles he examined her arsehole. He had seen more than a few in his time, but most of them were the scarred, worn out arseholes of prostitutes. This one, he was delighted to see, was practically virginal. Pink, tight and just begging to be violated and stretched, the captain would gladly oblige. He stood up and fumbled with his belt until his trousers dropped to his ankles. His cock stood up, poking through the bottom of his shirt as he guided it towards that perfect hole. ‘No!’ Cherry stopped him. ‘Wash first,’ she said, pointing to a bowl of water on the other side of the room. The captain huffed but kicked off his trousers and quickly washed himself with the cool water. He had already washed himself aboard the ship, but if the woman demanded he be clean then he had to obey. Cherry took this chance to undress, throwing her clothes onto a chair and laying down the bed, nude. She watched the captain wash his cock in the basin with some amusement. He had to stand on tip toes so his shaft was over the edge of the basin. When the captain returned to the bed Cherry was lying on her back, propped up by her elbows. She pointed her toes towards the captain, caressing his shaft with them as he stood at the edge of the bed. She felt the heat of his rod and the flow of blood through the many veins that wrapped around it. She stroked it a few times, squeezing out the first drops of pre-cum and rubbing it into the soles of her feet. She swirled her toes over the purple head of the captain’s member and rubbing her sole up and down the shaft. When she satisfied that he was suitably aroused she spread her legs and beckoned the captain to enter her. The old captain did not have to asked twice, he pressed himself into her, sliding deeply inside of the hot, wet flesh of this beautiful woman. Cherry groaned in delight as she felt her pussy stretch to accommodate the new arrival. She had yet to find a penis she did not enjoy inside of her. She began to rock her hips strongly against the captain’s groin, sliding his cock in and out, coating it in her hot fluids. The captain grabbed her legs and used them to pull Cherry into each of his thrusts, stabbing his shaft into her with as much force as he could muster. Cherry pulled on her long, black hair as the captain turned his face red with the effort. The demon’s sex was burning with sexual desire, always begging for more, even as it was fed its favourite food. At the captain’s urging, Cherry rolled onto her stomach and tucked her legs underneath her body, exposing her tight anus to the captain. It pinched slightly when he pressed the purple knob at the tip of his shaft against Cherry’s small, pink anus. But with practised ease, Cherry relaxed and let it enter her backdoor inch by inch, filling her intestines with man flesh. Cherry groaned loudly as she felt the captain’s cock slip deeper and deeper into her. It was a feeling both similar and very different from vaginal sex. It felt far more filling than vaginal sex and the sensation was altogether different, but both sent shivers of orgasmic tingling up and down Cherry’s body. If vaginal sex was a stallion, anal sex was a bull. That’s how Cherry liked to think of it. She loved both, naturally, but some days she just felt a preference for one. Today she was all for anal. She wanted to feel her arse be violated hard and fast and then feel hot cum flood inside of her. The captain was sure not to disappoint. He took hold of Cherry by the hips and began to ram her with renewed vigour. His shaft ran in and out of her puckered arse, rubbing against ever ribbed centimetre of her gut lining. Cherry took hold of the quilt in her fists as the captain’s fucking rocked her body back and forth. Underneath her, Cherry’s two large breasts swayed with her body, rubbing against the quilt. Cherry rested her face on the bed and looked underneath her body at the captain, staring at him with her luminous blue eyes, filling his mind with rabid lust and his body with strength and energy. The bed was shaking and squeaking as Cherry and the captain went about their lustful business. Cherry let the captain make her his until he was close to exhaustion. She had been draining him of essence for over an hour when he finally approached climax. She had deliberately delayed him cumming so as to feed off his soul for longer. As much as she loved cum, it nourished her and sped her physical transformation, but at the moment she needed his essence more than his cum. Cherry was lying on her side with her legs at a right angle to each other with the captain laying behind her, his cock still lodged deeply up her arse as he continued to pump his hips. His body, long past prime, was sweaty and worn out. If she continued to push him she risked killing the old sailor and she preferred not to do that. A man who owned a ship was a useful asset and not to thrown aside. It was far wiser to give him this night of excess and call in a favour whenever she needed it. Also, men being fucked to death tended to attract a lot of negative attention. Cherry’s mind briefly flickered back to the Paladins. Loosening her grip on the captain’s mind, Cherry let his body spill over into orgasm. It was only fair by this point. He had given her several orgasms already, including the nigh-mythical anal orgasm. Cherry had been pleasantly surprised by the captain’s endurance and his spirit as she slowly absorbed a share of it. This was only the beginning of her feast of Anza. The captain’s soul was little more than a teaser, a taste of better things to come. She felt the captain’s cum shoot into her and quickly be absorbed by her body. She could sense the power and virility that had once burned inside the old captain that had long since faded. Perhaps if she had met him a few decades ago she could have kept him around, mentoring and training him to his full potential, all the while feasting off his body and soul. At this age, however, he was only useful for his ship and perhaps his contacts overseas. She’d keep an eye open for a younger, more delicious protégé. The captain was drinking water out of a wooden goblet, wiping sweat off his face as he sung Cherry’s praises. Cherry wasn’t listening, but instead turned her attention to the balcony door which had been left open. Her eyes drifted over the rooftops of the city. The smoke of chimneys mixed with the mist seeping in from the ocean. Points of golden light shimmered and danced in the swirling smoke. It reminded Cherry of a jungle. It was a jungle of stone, timber and smoke, full of creatures more insidious that what lurked in the primal places of the world, which Cherry had indeed explored. Swirling out of the mists of time, going back a dozen thousand years, Cherry could almost remember the first time she was summoned into the world. She shut her eyes and let the smell of smoke and the echoes of beating drums as savages danced around a blasphemous circle. ‘I said: shall you clean me?’ the captain said, interrupting Cherry’s recollection. ‘Hmm? Oh, no. You should leave’, Cherry said as she stood up from the bed and took a bedsheet to clean herself. ‘Leave?’ the captain asked, looking a little disappointed. ‘Well… do I own you anything? Money?’ ‘No. I’m not a whore’, Cherry said, waving her hand dismissively. ‘Just do me a favour.’ ‘Yes. Anything.' ‘If I ever need a ride on your boat’, you’ll be sure you give me a nice cabin. Won’t you?’ Cheery asked, pushing her ample breasts together into an impressive cleavage. ‘You’ll only get the best aboard my ship’, the captain said, trying not to drool. Cherry smiled and stroked the old man’s cheek. ‘Good. Now get out’. * She was standing outside again, on the balcony of her room a she watched over the sleeping city. She let her true self appear, as she stood in the darkness. She was nude and savoured the cool, salty air on her pale, smooth skin. Her horns were longer now and beginning to corkscrew on the pointy tips, as well as curling forwards. Her tail, too, was longer and had begun to develop the scales and pointed tip that would eventually be sharp enough to pierce steel. She ran her black and red scaled hands over the wood of the balcony railing and sunk her nails into the timber. They had blackened and resembled shards of razor sharp obsidian stabbed into her fingertips. Her back still hurt a little. The lumps under the skin had grown larger as her wings grew. The pain when they would rip through her skin and stretch out for the first time in centuries would be intense and excruciating. Her razor nails would be useful when it came time to rip open her flesh and free her wings. The captain had been a good snack, but there was better, more nourishing and entertaining prey out there. Her eyes drifted to a small corner of the market district where the fog had taken on a slightly reddish colour. Every city Cherry had ever been to had one hidden away in some dark corner or alleyway. Some had them out in the open, on sunny boulevards or gardens; the place where whores sold their bodies for petty material wealth. Cherry could get so much more out such a line of work and she probably would. Though common prostitution was something Cherry considered beneath her, it was a good way to fill herself with the essence of men. Perhaps tomorrow she would go and enquire about work…