The Demon and the Knight -- Chapter Two
Rhodon wasn't sure how long he spent slipping in and out of consciousness, by the time he had came to enough to form coherent thoughts he'd been moved from the stone slab into the corner. The room was dark, only the light of the moon now filtering through the cracked tiles.
He spent some time trying to focus his mind on the task at hand, training instinct fighting the strange feelings emanating from below. He had awoken hard, the steady throbbing of his cock a constant distraction. He could feel the plug put in by the creature he had faced still stretching him, a strange sensation pulsing in time with his cock. He could still see her in his minds eye, wings outstretched in all of her glory, the way off her muscles had been taught, the way her eyes seemed to drink him in, what it felt like to have her essence pour into him. He snapped his head back against the hard stone behind him trying to use the sharp pain to keep his head clear, his hands had almost involuntarily began to paw and stroke at himself.
Before he had seen a beautiful creature, but it was still only mimicking the beauty of a woman. And there was plenty of non-demonic ones back in the capital which didn't offer damnation for his affections. Now he could feel the yearning in his stomach when he thought of her. Like he was some idiot green kid. She was far more dangerous than he had ever imagined. He had to keep his wits or else he and many others would be lost.
The need to protect welled up inside him. He had not chosen the life of a knight as a means for wealth, glory or power. People needed others to keep them safe and he'd fought with all his strength to do so. This was simply another type of fight. Albeit one where a good sword arm was less useful.
He examined the chains keeping his hands bound, a similar set on his legs. He had hoped that they where remnants of the tower but they where clearly created by her. Magical in some way, they had an almost purple sheen to the silver when tilted in the light. It was unlikely he'd be able to break them through sheer strength alone, especially if they had been crafted by her and he was lacking himself of the magical talents. She also clearly had control over them from their previous encounter, the way they moved and had pulled his legs apart, the way he could only but strain against them, unable to move as they kept him pinned and exposed to her.
He shook his head again casting out the thoughts starting to creep in and shakily dragged himself to his feet. The room was barren apart from the stone slab. Some kind of ritual table from the previous occupants probably. The tower he was in had been built long ago, not uncommon in the wilds. Competing warlocks, witches, warlords and demons had fought for territory and resources the world over in the early days with even the most mildly powerful ones building places of power to mark their territory. Eventually the demons where driven out and more acceptable forms of magic where founded. Nations evolved, rules and laws were written, people where saved from the simple whims of those who could use magic and such places fell into ruin mostly becoming curiosities. Of course they could still be dangerous, still hold dark secrets from their original owners, especially off the beaten track.
They had looked up the archives in Embersheart before setting out, however meagre they where, to identify any places they should check. The last time anyone was known to have occupied this ruined tower was a cult forty years previously. Long put to the torch. But unlikely to be the cause of the Demon now within.
Rhodon and his men had approached it carefully as they had done their search, the ways to it overgrown but had shown signs of being recently disturbed. The ironwood door had clearly been used. They had made their way inside, moving room to room looking for anything but the signs of animals and mostly rotting furniture. The cries for help had started when they got up into the second floor. They hadn't rushed. Smart enough to be mindful for traps, at least they thought. They found four villagers tied up, pleading for them to save them, babbling about a terrible creature. They had got them up, cut their bindings, told them to stay close.
It was a stupid mistake thinking back, each villager had thanked them and had clearly moved next to one knight each. The moment they blew whatever dust they each held in their hands into each of the knights armoured faces was a blur. He had acted on instinct, his sword arm already sweeping the air towards the young woman next to him as the pink mist caused his men to cough and grab at their helmets. The whip had came from behind and wrapped around his sword and yanked it clean out his grip before his strike could land. A moment later the impact to his back had him pinned face first to the ground. His men falling down around him as the drug took effect.
He'd heard a voice close to his ear, somehow the warmth seemed to penetrate his helmet, as the strangely sickly smell enveloped him. The soothing voice telling him to stop struggling. Her voice. Gentle but strong. Holding him pinned as his muscles relaxed. Whispering him to be good. To give in. To just sleep. Just to be a good boy. He could almost feel it, like when he had been tied to the slab, how she had whispered into his ear while sliding her fingers deep inside him. Her voice echoing. Good Boy.
Rhodon looked down and realised that both his hands where gripping his cock, sliding up and down its length as precum had gathered at the tip. He cursed and tore his hands away. It was nearly impossible to think in this state. He paced, trying to focus on the cold stone on his feet. Aware of how he must look, naked with his cock jutting out, angry and demanding. He tried focusing once more. The villagers in the tower where clearly under her control. His knights captured. Two ways out the room. Either the locked door or possibly breaking through the roof. But from the slant they where clearly at the top of the tower. One slip and the fall would be fatal, and chained as he was the climb would be nearly impossible. He'd need to try to break the door in some way and make his way out the tower. Quietly. If he could make it back to Embersheart he would be able to send for help and he had only been partially bluffing to her. They wouldn't be coming anytime soon but his absence would be missed and a sizeable force dispatched. She was still but one demon, as powerful and beautiful as she was.
But the quicker he could make that happen, the better the chances for his men and the villagers. Not to note his own sanity. He looked down once more at his raging cock and hoped that whatever she had done was not permanent. He was well aware of how vulnerable he was now. With the purity runes around his cock gone their was nothing to stop her from simply tying him back to the slab and taking him fully. Sliding her slick pussy around him, her powerful legs straddling him, her nails running down his chest.
He gritted his teeth, leaning back against the slab as his hands once more wrapped around his member. She could have taken him and turned him as docile as the villagers all ready, so she was toying with him. That could be an opening he could use. He just needed to keep her from finishing the job and escape. That was the priority. He stroked faster. Part of him wanted to resist even touching himself, not give her the satisfaction of having him spill any more of himself in this wretched tower.
But he needed a clear head to escape. He thought of his commander back in the capital. She'd admonished him when he'd been younger, more idealistic and far more foolish about how that there was a time to be unyielding in your beliefs and others to be pragmatic. The decision of which was based on which one saved more lives. Knight Gallant Karolina was one of the best. He tried to push thoughts of the demon out of his head, filling his thoughts of her instead. Shameful perhaps but she'd maybe understand given the circumstances. He just needed to get over the edge. His eyes where tight shut as his thoughts jumped around. Trying to imagine her, kneeling below him, her blue eyes staring up at him with that knowing look as she slid her mouth around him. Teasing him. Laying back on his bed, legs spread for him.
Then his treacherous mind betrayed him, the scene shifting, what would Karolina have looked like underneath the demons administrations. Chained to the slab, writhing underneath her, muscles pulling against her chains all the while the Demon sliding her cock deep inside her. Karolina's normally strong face broken, mouth hanging open staring up at her demonic captor. Asking for more. Rhodon grunted as he neared his climax, a slight guilty pang cutting through it all.
