AUTHOR'S NOTE
The beginning of these events occur concurrently with
There is Only War.
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1431 — WALLACHIA (PRESENT DAY ROMANIA)
The two night creatures screamed in pleasure and erotic agony as Alexandru Bătrân rammed his massive cock into the demoness's pussy with manic fury.
"La naiba cu păsărica mea până vii, Bătrân nenorocit! Dă-mi lumina ta!"
Fuck my pussy until you come, you Bătrân bastard! Give me your light!
the succubus screamed at her opponent, the handsome, sweaty face looming over hers twisted into a sneer of hate, rage, and lust.
"Ești bătută, târfă demonică! Tu ești cel care îmi va da lumina lor!"
You're beaten, you demon whore! It's you who will be giving their light to me!
he snarled as he continued furiously battering the walls of the succubus's pussy with his iron hard cock.
The succubus screamed in erotic anguish, her nemesis laying on her large, sweat slickened breasts as he fucked her hard and fast, his lips held close to hers as he prepared to take her light. In desperation she clawed at him, her strong nails raking the hunter's back to open deep and bloody wounds in his damp flesh. He shrieked in pain and pleasure, though his hips never slowed their furious motion as his wounds healed immediately after opening.
She was young, barely a century old, and unskilled in battle. The hunter was so powerful she'd been unable to force him to rapture so she could feed on his light. As he fucked her, she could sense the might of his pull on her spirit, her light, and she knew if she allowed her light to spill out of her in a rapturous release she wouldn't have enough strength to overpower his taking. If she couldn't quell the rushing escape of her inner-light, the hunter would take from her until she was a living but empty husk. Becoming a member of the undead was a fate that terrified her, and she fought against her encroaching rapture with her entire being.
She twisted her hips with all her might, tumbling them across the dirt floor of the decrepit and collapsing barn. Now on top, she thrust her hips with feverish strength as she screamed in need, her rapture closing in around her as he crushed her large breasts and stiff nipples to his powerful chest, desperate to escape the hunter a second time but knowing her fate was already sealed.
The Bătrân had been waiting for her, hiding in the deep shadows of a narrow and stinking alley as she moved silently through the village on her way to feed. She'd been desperately hungry and that had made her careless. As she'd passed the unseen hunter, he'd lunged from the blackness before dragging her deeper into the darkness where the moon's soft glow didn't penetrate. He moved with such silent speed, and fought with such ferocity and strength, strength no ten mortal men could match, she knew he could be nothing other than a Bătrân hunter.
Because it was nearly impossible to kill a Bătrân any other way, she'd known she'd have to forcefully rip his light from the hunter, but with the attempt, he'd also be able to take light from her. Claws and teeth flashing in the darkness, ripping away clothing and opening wounds that immediately healed, they screamed and roared in pain... and soon enough... pleasure. The villagers huddled in their homes, staring at doors and windows with wide and fearful eyes as the darkness echoed with the shrieks and howls of hunter and demon, knowing instinctually to not interfere when the night creatures fought for their lives.
Her aching hunger had first caused her to relish the idea of matching herself against the hunter in battle so she could gorge on his light. Compared to the inner-light of a sleeping man, a hunter was a feast. His massive cock iron hard, he'd repeatedly rammed it deep into her pussy as they writhed and squirmed in the muddy, stinking sewer of the alley. Despite her efforts, the hunter quickly began to overwhelm her control. His savage fucking as he held his lips close to hers, softly urging her to surrender to him and allow her taking, pushed her nearer and nearer to rapture. He was easily overpowering her, and her screams of pleasure were becoming louder and more desperate with every passing moment in testament to his skill, experience, and the strength of his cock and spirit. As she howled in erotic agony, she'd realized he was likely far stronger than she was and would probably harvest her with ease.
As she'd fought to hold her light, she'd twisted violently to tumble him off her. As they came to rest, their naked bodies covered with slimy, stinking mud, she threw herself off his cock. Kicking out as he grabbed her mud caked ankle, her foot struck him hard in the face, allowing her to slip his grip before scrambling to her feet and fleeing. She only needed a moment to open her portal to the underworld and escape.
Knowing it would take the succubus several seconds to open her portal, the hunter rolled to his feet and ran to his nearby horse as the bones of his fractured cheek kitted, leaping onto the animal to pursue her. As the hunter charged out of the alley he could see the portal slowly forming as the demoness stood in the center of the street. The succubus, hearing the thunder of the horse's hooves, glanced over her shoulder before she turned and ran, the portal collapsing in her wake.
The portal, once initiated, didn't move, so he relentlessly harried her as she tried desperately to escape his pursuit. She reversed directions and darted between houses and shops where he couldn't easily follow on horseback, but he gave her no chance to pause long enough to open a portal and escape. Being a demoness, she was fast, far faster than any human, but not as fast as the hunter's mighty stallion, and he'd finally run her down outside the village, leaping from his galloping horse to tackle her to the ground.
They'd rolled and tumbled to a stop. His still hard cock began probing, probing, probing as they writhed and shrieked in the freshly turned field, until they'd wailed as one as he rammed his rod deep into her tunnel to resume their violent fucking. As the hunter's horse snorted and stamped nearby, the savagery of their fighting and fucking clearly disturbing the animal, she'd briefly escaped him again after grasping a fist sized rock and using it as bludgeon.
The succubus began opening a portal as Alexandru recovered from the blow to his head. The entrance to the underworld was only partially open as he leapt to his feet, and though his face was streaked with his blood, the wound had already healed. With a snarl of frustration, the demoness was again forced to abandon the portal as he chased her into the nearby but collapsing barn, his big, hard cock swinging rapidly side to side with his long, fast strides. He'd slowed at the badly misshapen door and entered the building cautiously. He couldn't be easily killed, at least not with weapons, but that didn't mean having a knife plunged into his back or his head battered in with a spade didn't hurt. In his long life, he'd survived far worse in his battles with demons and demonesses, but that didn't mean he enjoyed pain and avoided it when he could.
The succubus had run to the barn, hoping to find a hoe, scythe, knife, anything that she might use to defend herself, to slow the hunter long enough to allow her to flee the barn, open her portal, and escape, but the gradually collapsing barn was empty of tools. She whirled back to the single entrance as he paused in the heavily slanted door, his thickly muscled body lit from behind by the moon's soft light. He'd have been a magnificent harvest, but she knew he wouldn't be the one harvested this night. She was trapped by the barn, unable to open her portal while inside, and realized she now had no option other than to harvest him. With a scream of purest rage and hate, she'd charged him, giving herself over to the task, determined to fight the hunter until the bitter end, yet knowing all the while she was engaged in a battle she couldn't win... or escape.
"Come, you fucking demoness bitch!" the hunter roared as he shoved the succubus upright, gripped her ponderous breasts, and twisted them savagely. "Give me your light!"
The succubus screamed again, pleasure and pain mingling until they were one and the same. "Your cock destroys me, you Bătrân bastard!"
Still twisting the succubus's breasts cruelly, he rolled his hips, and again they tumbled, thudding against a rotted beam supporting the hay loft above. With a snarl, he gripped her throat and straightened his arms to curve her back impossibly tight around the beam as his furiously plunging cock held her hips in place.
An incubus or succubus appeared as a handsome man or a beautiful woman, an illusion that allowed them to get close their victims, but they were the spawn of the underworld and weren't human at all. A demon couldn't be killed by any means other than extinguishing their inner-light, either through forceful taking, as Alexandru was doing now, or by starvation. Unlike a Bătrân, even decapitation wasn't fatal to a demon, and given enough time, their body would return to life.
The demoness clawed at the air as she screamed in pleasure and pain. Without thought, she gripped the rotted beam, her strong, sharp claws sinking deep into the worm eaten and spongy surface. With a groan of effort, she pulled with the strength of many strong men, trying to free herself from the hunter's plunging cock and choking hands before he forced her into a rapturous release of her light.
The post popped and groaned under the strain before the beams above sifted with the sharp, snapping cracks of breaking wood, followed by a rumbling, thundering crash as the building began collapsing over them. With the beams giving way, the hunter began fucking his enemy even harder while rolling onto her, her large breasts flattening under his heavily muscled chest as he brought his mouth close to her lips. The succubus screamed in pleasure as the hunter continued his furious fucking, his fast-plunging hips never slowing, as if the wood and rotting straw crashing down on them was of no concern.
With another loud scream of pleasure as the weight of the collapsing barn forced the hunter more firmly into her chest, the succubus's back arched as she fought, and failed, to stop her rapture. Her mouth opening in a rapturous scream, her light began to glow from her eyes, mouth, and pussy.