Oz Beach Boy Vs The She Demon

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

This is an entry in

Pandemonium 2024 Author Challenge

, so I'd really appreciate it if you could take the time to leave a score.

This story features my recurring character Matt (a muscular, well-hung, twenty-something, sex addicted male exhibitionist) serving as the muse for his ex-girlfriend Odessa Prince (a beautiful twenty-something amateur fantasy author) to write a tale about a violent warrior who becomes involved in a case of demonic possession.

Very different from my other stories, this is a follow-on from my three-part "Conan The Barbarian"-style fantasy tale "Oz Beach Boy The Barbarian Ch. 1-3" and also "Oz Beach Boy Lured By Mermaid" and "Oz Beach Boy...Warrior Hero!"

This story features CFNM, female-of-male body worship, violence, masturbation, and man-and-demon sex. There is talk of past extreme violence and femdom. This is a complete work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen.

Please note: the fantasy story begins after a brief contemporary introduction.

I am endeavouring to gradually write a CFNM "Oz Beach Boy" story in every Literotica category. This entry: "Erotic Horror".

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It was a hot, bone-dry summer night in Tempe, Arizona. Odessa Prince was naked in her bedroom, her long mane of dark hair wet and wrapped in a towel. Her big, firm breasts were covered in droplets of water after a soothing shower.

At the end of a long day of medical appointments with her mother, who suffered from motor neurone disease, keen but infrequent amateur author Odessa Prince had been struck with a rare flood of creative inspiration, and it had really taken a hold of the beautiful Australian twenty-something.

Mildly depressed from her day largely spent in medical waiting rooms and doctors' offices, Odessa had sought solace and escape in an unlikely but highly effective place: horror movies. And now, after enjoying the blood-soaked classic double feature of

Flesh For Frankenstein

and

The Exorcist

, Odessa Prince was gripped with a new story idea...her creative juices flowing, Odessa

needed

to write.

It had been a little while since keen amateur author Odessa Prince had submitted a story to "Sex, Dragons, Dungeons & Death", a fantasy fiction website which platformed violent sword-and-sorcery storytelling filled with lurid, graphic sex scenes. It was a great place of fun and distraction for Odessa.

Watching

Flesh For Frankenstein

had of course reminded Odessa very much of her ex-boyfriend Matt, who bore an uncanny resemblance to the film's handsome, muscular and very macho star, Joe Dallesandro, who was famous for his nude modelling and association with pop artist and filmmaker Andy Warhol.

Odessa regularly thought about her incredibly handsome, heavily muscled, sex addicted, exhibitionist ex-boyfriend Matt, who she had left back in Sydney when she relocated to Arizona to care for her sick mother.

Often while nude and masturbating in her big king-size bed, Odessa reminisced about Matt and his incredible, rock-hard body, all muscle and smoothly waxed skin, and how it felt when it was pushed against hers. She thought too of his huge, almost freakish cock and balls, and how much joy she got from them.

And as she so often did, fantasy fiction fan Odessa imagined her ex-boyfriend Matt naked and wielding a sword on a fantastical field of battle...the surge of ideas continued to swirl and rage through Odessa's highly imaginative mind, and her new story began to take even greater shape.

Watching the terrifying 1972 masterpiece

The Exorcist

, meanwhile, had Odessa thinking a lot about religion, ritual, and demonic possession. It all started to collide and co-mingle in her head: demons, horror, and Matt...and when it came to Matt, there were always strong thoughts too of sex and her gorgeous ex-boyfriend's incredible and frequently nude body.

Odessa pulled the towel from her head, dropped it on the floor, and walked nude over to her desk, now truly seized by the feverish desire to create and conjure a new story of demons and possession...all featuring her Matt-as-muse sword wielding, frequently naked barbarian warrior hero Matt-Sharakh.

With an enthusiastic smile, Odessa Prince quickly sat down at her desk, not even bothering to get dressed. The beautiful brunette opened up a blank word document on her laptop, and then returned to her dark, violent, intensely sexual fantasy world. As naked as the characters frequently were in her sex-filled tales, Odessa Prince wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote...

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"A Warrior In Naked Thrall To A She-Demon" By Odessa Prince

Part One...

Sister Adeline had her fingers inside herself...the young trainee priestess knew it was the work of The Darkness Overlord, but she could not resist the temptation.

Tender of time at just nineteen scrolls, Sister Adeline burned to stay ever devout in her following of He Of The Light, but on rare occasions, the feelings of excitement in her womanly purse were too strong to hold back, and she had to touch herself.

Sister Adeline would never allow a man to enter her holiest of crevices, but the simple pleasures created by her own hand were deemed an acceptable trespass by the young woman, even if they were outside the teachings of He Of The Light. This would of course remain Sister Adeline's secret... discovery of such prurient play would have her instantly expelled from The Sistinas Order and marked as a woman not strong enough of spirit to be a part of it.

The sight of the man before her, however, had sparked a wet, torrid fever in her womanly purse that demanded attention and exploration. Hidden by a thick swathe of trees, Sister Adeline drove her fingers deeper into herself, and went right to the source of her womanly pleasure, moaning quietly to herself.

Sister Adeline peered through the trees, her eyes locked on the sleeping man, his big, black steed tethered nearby, and a small fire burning in the middle of the makeshift camp that he had expertly set up amongst the huge, towering trees of The Bramblethorn Forest.

Still stunned by what she saw, Sister Adeline rubbed the source of her womanly pleasure until she felt waves of pleasure spreading through her body. Sister Adeline's big, hopeful, blue eyes traced up and down the man's body, which was as he was born, free of all covering as he slept peacefully by the warmth of the fire. His fur and animal skin coverings were piled nearby, along with his arsenal of very dangerous looking weapons.

Sister Adeline was particularly fascinated, of course, by the lone sleeper's man-dagger, which hung soft and snake-like between his legs, extending almost to his knees. Sister Adeline had only seen two other man-daggers in her life, both by accident, and this man's was much, much bigger than those. It looked almost like some fierce mythical creature at rest.

Exploring herself sweetly in near-silence, Sister Adeline moaned quietly and continued to stare at the man and use him for her pleasure, even though she knew such behaviour was dangerous. Sister Adeline knew of this man...the young trainee priestess had been sent to find him.

Sister Adeline stared at the man's powerful body, which was covered in terrifying battle scars but was wholly free of hair. She gazed at the way his entire form bulged and pulsed, his smooth skin so hard and sculpted that it appeared as if big, flat stones had been placed beneath his skin. The young trainee priestess fantasised about touching him...about feeling his man-dagger...about rubbing his back-walls...and even about making the beast with two backs.

As her pleasure reached its peak, Sister Adeline pulled her hand from out of her dark-brown robes, the smell of her juices ripe in the cool air. The young trainee priestess returned to her mission, and focused her gaze on the man before her...the man known as Matt-Sharakh...The Stallion Of The Steppes, The Destroyer Of Worlds, The Bringer Of Death.

More myth than man, the famed Matt-Sharakh was a mercenary warrior renowned and feared for his skills with both his weapons and his bare hands. He was a famously fierce fighter and gifted horseman to be reckoned with.

The lands of The Wide Expanse had long echoed with the violent stories of the notorious Matt-Sharakh, a man so deadly that some had even begun to question whether he was real or just a nightmare figure created to scare misbehaving children into terrified compliance. A towering, muscular, hulking brute, Matt-Sharakh had battled in violent, horrific wars. He had murdered kings and brought down entire kingdoms. He had killed monsters with his bare hands.

Stolen from his peaceful home on The Steppes Of Kazem (where men and women rode horses as if they were an extension of their own bodies) as a child and then raised in slavery on the dreaded Mount Haborym, Matt-Sharakh famously broke free of his chains and then burned the entire evil, enslaving kingdom to the ground in brutal vengeance. Matt-Sharakh then hacked his way through those that didn't die in the flames.

After his destruction of Mount Haborym, Matt-Sharakh battled hard and long. His life was one of constant fight and struggle, but also one of high adventure and travel. The feared warrior had trekked all across The Wide Expanse, experiencing all of the joy and sorrow that the great land had to offer.

"I can hear you out there," Matt-Sharakh said suddenly, his deep, soulful brown eyes now open and alert. "I know you are light of foot and you have no steed. It is the only reason you still draw breath. Show yourself."

"I am sorry," Sister Adeline said and moved from behind her protective tree and into the clearing where Matt-Sharakh had made his camp. "I mean you no harm."

"I don't believe you capable of causing me harm," Matt-Sharakh said, and then slowly stood up, his body even more powerful when not prone and in slumber. "You are shorn of all your hair and you wear the dark robes of a trainee priestess...do you come here to bless me? To convince me of your beliefs? To draw me to your teachings?"

"I... I," Sister Adeline mumbled nervously.

"Well, save your precious breath," Matt-Sharakh said plainly. "I do not follow those I cannot see. I only follow the brave...or those with gold and riches."

"Yes, I am Sister Adeline...I am of The Sistinas Order...I follow the word of He Of The Light," Sister Adeline said, "but I am not here to convey his words. We do not seek your inclusion in The Sistinas Order."

"Then what is it you want, Sister Adeline?" Matt-Sharakh asked, his man-dagger swaying slightly from side to side. "If you know of me, you know that I am a man of war, and not a man of piety."

"Yes, Matt-Sharakh...I know this," Sister Adeline responded. "I am here at the bidding of King Jorunn of Omenainen Castle...he offers gold and reward for your services."

"And why did he send you, a trainee priestess?" Matt-Sharakh asked. "Why not one of his soldiers?"

"Because he believed you would have killed his soldiers," Sister Adeline replied. "He believed a young woman like me would not draw the ire of your battle axe. He knows that you do not kill women for sport as many violent men do."

"This is true," Matt-Sharakh said. "I fear my reputation is beginning to lose some of its power."

"Your reputation is still very much one of ferocity and danger," Sister Adeline said. "Do not concern yourself with that."

"How did you find me?" Matt-Sharakh asked. "I do not advertise my whereabouts. I travel The Wide Expanse in liege of the great Empress Tzang. I carry words of treaty to Lord Lovecraft of The Red Chamber. I move in secrecy."

"King Jorunn has ears and eyes across The Wide Expanse," Sister Adeline said quietly. "He heard that you aided in bringing The Slaver Arterius Gawn to justice on lands under the protection of Lord Duleigh and The Black Guard. Lord Duleigh is an ally of King Jorunn. They are good men. I tracked you here by following word from the taverns, roads and villages."

"I see," Matt-Sharakh said quietly.

"A farmer saw you enter The Bramblethorn Forest, and I followed you in here," Sister Adeline said

"You are a tenacious and persistent young woman...where is your steed?" Matt-Sharakh asked. "You did not track me by foot...He Of The Light does not gift you with those powers, Sister Adeline."

"My steed is tethered at the mouth of The Bramblethorn Forest," Sister Adeline replied. "I knew you would hear me if I came mounted and riding. I am quieter on my feet."

"Not quiet enough," Matt-Sharakh said with a sneer. "There must be another reason for

you

being sent. Why did King Jorunn choose you, Sister Adeline? A holy woman?"

"His daughter Princess Emily is in the care of The Sistinas Order," Sister Adeline replied. "King Jorunn brought us to Omenainen Castle to help her. Princess Emily is partly my responsibility. We require your assistance."

"I am usually brought in when someone or something requires killing," Matt-Sharakh said with a sneer. "Who or what needs to die?"

"A she-demon," Sister Adeline replied. "A she-demon has made its home in King Jorunn's daughter, Princess Emily. We need you to draw it out and kill it."

Part Two...

On the second moon of their three-moon ride back to Omenainen Castle and King Jorunn, Sister Adeline and Matt-Sharakh made camp by a lightly babbling creek. After they had taken their evening meal, Matt-Sharakh removed all of his coverings right in front of Sister Adeline, and then waded into the creek to wash the travel dirt from his hulking frame, his man-dagger swinging furiously back and forth as he navigated the rocky shore.

Sister Adeline watched with barely veiled fascination as Matt-Sharakh emerged from the creek several moments later, his body of stone now clean and dripping with water. The trainee priestess noticed that the famed warrior's enormous man-dagger appeared slightly smaller than it was when he walked into the creek.

"The cold water lessens its size," Matt-Sharakh said with a sly smile when he caught Sister Adeline looking at his man-dagger. "It still dwarfs those of most men."

"You have no shame in being seen as you were born?" Sister Adeline asked as Matt-Sharakh stood wholly uncovered before her. "You have no concern that I see all your manly parts?"

"I have been stripped and paraded before more women than I can count," Matt-Sharakh replied plainly. "I have spent many scrolls as a slave and as a prisoner. I have been captive in a kingdom ruled by women. I have experienced many...

trespasses

upon my body."

"I am sorry," Sister Adeline said in a near whisper. "There is too much cruelty and injustice in this world."

"I did not shed tears at

all

the things visited upon me," Matt-Sharakh responded with a wicked smile. "Some of them...I enjoyed."

"Oh...oh," Sister Adeline whispered, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment.

"Tell me, Sister Adeline," Matt-Sharakh said after a long pause, and then lay by the fire, still uncovered, "is this Princess Emily truly taken by a demon?"

"Yes, it lives inside her," Sister Adeline replied. "It uses Princess Emily's body in the act of...atrocity. She is desecrated. It is an obscenity."

"How do you know it is a demon?" Matt-Sharakh asked. "How do you know Princess Emily has not become maddened in the mind?"

"She screams that she is the she-demon Lamashtu," Sister Adeline replied. "Princess Emily is like me...she is just of nineteen scrolls. I only know of Lamashtu because of our teachings in The Sistinas Order. Princess Emily would not know of such a vile demon."

"How does this Lamashtu desecrate Princess Emily?" Matt-Sharakh asked with what appeared to be genuine curiosity. "What does she do?"

"Princess Emily was first noticed speaking in a different voice...a voice that booms like that of a man," Sister Adeline replied with great difficulty, disgusted by what passed her lips. "She then began...pleasuring herself...in public...with whatever...

instruments

she could grasp at hand. Princess Emily brought herself to screams of pleasure with a candlestick at a court dinner. King Jorunn thought his daughter had taken mead or the leaves of The Dospac Tree. He was enraged."

"Yes, this is certainly not the behaviour of a young princess," Matt-Sharakh said with a sly smile. "I would have enjoyed witnessing this."

"This was not an act to amuse," Sister Adeline responded fiercely, her big blue eyes bright in the reflection of the fire. "Princess Emily is enslaved...just as you were! The she-demon Lamashtu has her! There is no laughter here, Matt-Sharakh!"

"I apologise, Sister Adeline," Matt-Sharakh responded sincerely. "I am biased with cruelty towards kings and princesses. I have seen regal rulers perpetrate terrible acts, and their suffering does occasionally bring me amusement. I apologise."

"I accept your apology, Matt-Sharakh," Sister Adeline responded quietly. "King Jorunn is a decent ruler, and Princess Emily is a gentle soul who cares happily for those with less than her."

"How did this she-demon find her way to Omenainen Castle and Princess Emily?" Matt-Sharakh asked.

"King Jorunn believes it to be a handmaiden new to Omenainen Castle who introduced Princess Emily to some dark teachings," Sister Adeline replied. "This is often how demons are loosed...emissaries of the dark use the curiosity of the young to involve them casually in the dark arts. Portals can be opened...we are not exactly certain of how demons make their way into our world."

"Did King Jorunn act?" Matt-Sharakh asked. "Did he see to help his daughter?"

"When Princess Emily's behaviour continued, King Jorunn brought in a young holy man from a nearby abbey," Sister Adeline replied. "King Jorunn was convinced that a demon had Princess Emily...she was not his daughter anymore. He required someone versed in the ways of demons."

"Did this young holy man have any success?" Matt-Sharakh asked quietly, his man-dagger lolling comfortably, like a serpent at rest in the sun.

"No," Sister Adeline replied quietly. "Princess Emily ravished him...she stripped him of his robes and did to him what a man usually does to a woman. The holy man fled Omenainen Castle in shame and terror. He was found hanging from a tree three moons later. It was a tragedy."

"There must have been great sadness at Omenainen Castle," Matt-Sharakh responded. "And at the abbey also."

"This is what I hear," Sister Adeline said. "Princess Emily then ravished three other men, and pleasured herself with the handle of a fork at another court dinner. King Jorunn finally had her locked in her chambers."

"Did this end her madness?" Matt-Sharakh asked.

"No, it did not," Sister Adeline replied. "Three of the soldiers guarding the chambers of Princess Emily took advantage of her...

condition

. They made the beast of many backs together. It was an obscenity."

"Did King Jorunn respond?" Matt-Sharakh asked.

"Yes, he did," Sister Adeline replied. "He had the soldiers executed. It has destabilised Omenainen Castle and stirred unrest. Many believe King Jorunn to have been cruel and excessive in his actions. He is desperate to restore order and peace. That is why he beckoned for The Sistinas Order. We have more experience of demons...and of their eradication."

"You have witnessed the eradication of demons?" Matt-Sharakh asked.

"The eradication of demons forms a strong line of teaching in The Old Books," Sister Adeline replied. "He Of The Light fights the forces of darkness and evil. We learn how to fight in His honour...it is in our ethos. We battle the dark...we battle demons."