Demon Hunter - Captured

Alana checked the stars and moved more westerly. She knew from the map she'd peeled from the hide of a demon thrall that the temple entrance was near. Holding it up to the moonlight she could see the word to open the temple shining brightly.

A few hundred yards later she saw the door. If she didn't know it was there she would never have seen it in the rock face. Every demon temple entrance she'd found in the past was different. She felt the rush of satisfaction at finding yet another one. From the very slight vibration in the ground she knew there was a major demon in there.

"Jackpot!" she whispered as she drew out her silver dagger. The hilt was familiar and held six notches from previous kills. This one - the seventh one AND a major demon - would enchant the silver and make it even more effective. She was looking forward to that sensuous feel of hot blood on her hand as it coated the weapon.

Pressing her palm to the door she could feel the wards. The first time she tried this she didn't know what to do and she still bore the scar of the demon's mark on her palm. She'd had it blessed but it was a constant reminder to be careful.

The words to disarm them were on the map and once they were down she'd have very little time to find and kill the demon. He'd know when they dropped. Her best offense was his confusion and she knew he had a victim in there for her to rescue. It was too late to prevent the start of the breeding but she could stop it before it completed.

Taking a deep breath and one final look at the map she broke the wards and kicked in the door. She felt the brief disorientation of moving from the mortal world to the demon realm and stumbled while she recovered. Directly in front of her she saw the muscular body of the demon and the pale fragile human legs spread around it. She winced at what that poor woman was going through as her screams echoed off the walls. This wasn't the first time she was too late to stop a demon completely but it always pained her to see it.

The demon's back showed the scars of other attempts to kill it. She paused for a moment and wondered if she could succeed. She'd killed smaller ones, as the notches on her dagger showed, but this would be her first major kill. Her teachers had cautioned her about the old ones but the target was too tempting to resist. And she wanted that extra power the blood would give her weapon.

Holding her dagger low she rushed at the conveniently available back of the demon. She pictured the place she would hit and braced herself for the impact. When she got within arm's reach she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Too late for her to dodge his tail slammed into her and threw her into the side of the altar.

This was the closest Alana had ever been while a victim was being bred. The woman was held down by a collar chained to the stone and her hips were in the hands of the demon. Trails of blood from his claws were dark in the torchlight as they ran down her sides. She could see the shine of sweat on the woman as she was pulled back onto the demon over and over. It seemed impossible that she could take his monstrous cock without being split apart. Gnarled like a tree branch and almost as thick as her bicep it was driven into her faster and harder now. She couldn't help but stare as the outline of it was clearly visible through the woman's body when the demon thrust in and heard her screams mix with his growls when he was fully sheathed.

Getting to her knees Alana shook her head to clear it and looked for her dagger. It wasn't anywhere in sight. Reaching into the pouch on her belt she felt wetness rather than the comforting vials of holy water. She must have fallen on them and cursed the need for them to be in crystal rather than metal.

She summed up her odds of prevailing against a major demon with her weapons gone and came to the logical conclusion that she didn't have a chance. Saying a quiet prayer for forgiveness for leaving the woman there she rose to her feet, ready to run for the still open door.

Once again his tail swept out and knocked her to the ground. Before she could move it was wrapped around her ankle and pulling her in. She clawed at the stone floor, trying to get a handhold, only to end up with broken nails and bleeding fingers. When she was close enough to see the demon's hooves he pulled sharply and slammed her into the base of the altar, stunning her.

His roar mixed with the woman's piercing shriek and shook dust from the ceiling as he flooded her with his seed. Alana covered her ears at the sounds of failure and thought only of escape now. What made it worse is that the woman was shrieking in abject pleasure and submission as she was successfully bred.

Before she could move the demon picked her up by her ankle, dangling her next to the unfortunate woman. Alana could see the dark seed literally bulging out her abdomen and chest with every thrust and pooling between her thighs. It was horrifying and compelling. The altar wasn't flat - it was dished so the cum pouring out of her was kept on the stone, absorbed into it. Before she could register more the demon spun and pulled out of the woman, still hard and shining in the wavering torchlight.

"You found me hunter! Good sport! Too bad you lost this time!" With one hand he aimed that massive, inhuman cock at her and the last of his seed - thick and vile - coated her face and chest. She coughed as it filled her mouth and she couldn't help but swallow some. It ran into her nostrils and stung her eyes as she tried to wipe it away. She looked in horror at her hands, the dark liquid clinging and seeming to soak into her skin.

Alana screamed as her cross seemed to melt into her chest. The heat of it continued to burn under her skin and lower. She could feel it moving through her body and settling in her abdomen. A final flare of heat had her thrashing in the demon's grip until it settled to an uncomfortable warmth.

"Oh yes. You've heard of what demon seed can do. Any skin will do, inside or out." His voice rumbled with humor at her attempts to clean it off. "We're an adaptable lot, once we get strong enough. For her," he gestured with his softened cock at the woman lying on the altar, writhing and moaning, "it was for breeding. My seed is potent, she is worthy of bearing my spawn, and she will breed true."

His tail lifted Alana until their faces were even. She was getting dizzy from being held upside down and the demon's fluid. The heat in her abdomen was centering and pulsing now. "For you I added something else. You won't spawn from me." He gave her a shake. "You don't deserve to breed for me. Not even a nick with that little blade. That I could have respected. Instead you will ... "

He tilted his head, light shining on his horns. "No. I'll let you figure it out hunter. You'll know soon enough. There's things they don't teach you and there's reasons they say to die rather than be captured." She couldn't help but scream as he let her drop towards the floor, stopping when his face was level with her crotch. One claw reached out to split her pants from back to front and he leaned down. With no warning he drove his long tongue into her pussy and left it there. She could feel his drool coating her and pooling deep inside.

Her screams were panicked as the heat from his saliva seemed to merge with the heat from where her cross was settled inside her. Another intense pulse had her trying to curl up and protect herself. A scrape of sharp teeth on her clit had her arching in depraved pleasure. Keeping his mouth covering his pussy he continued to humiliate her. "That will finish it nicely. You're should provide entertainment if you prove worthy, captured hunter." On each of the words 'entertainment', 'worthy', and 'captured' he scraped her clit hard enough to make her scream in both pleasure and pain while his tongue squirmed in her between words.

Contemptuously he dropped her on the floor and picked up her dagger. His hand smoked from the contact of the silver with his skin. Turning back towards the altar he dragged the blade through the puddle of demon cum between the woman's thighs and pushed the hilt into her still spasming pussy. A flash of blue light flared and Alana watched in horror as her dagger melted into a useless hilt. She didn't know it could be unmade much less that easily. He pulled it out and tossed it at her after looking at the notches.

"Six? Not bad. Maybe had you gotten one more I would have considered letting you carry my spawn." He sneered at her and flicked a claw at the altar. The collar snapped open. With one hand he heaved the woman over his shoulder and turned towards the door. She moaned and looked at Alana with heavy, satisfied eyes.

The demon waved his hand in a sweeping gesture and the edges of the temple went black and changed. What was a small cavern was now at least four times the size and lined with black stone statues. He nodded in satisfaction.

"I'll return in a while. Do find a way to keep yourself occupied." His voice was lilting in mockery at her plight.

Alana shuddered at the sound of the temple door closing. As soon as she got her wind back she ran to it and tried to find a latch. Her map only gave her the key to open it from the mortal side. She went through all the words she knew that might open it from this side but nothing worked. Sliding down the door in despair she looked around her prison.

As she had seen in other temples this one had ever-burning torches and an obscenely carved altar with a demon statue at the head. She tried not to look to close at the altars. They disturbed her in a way she couldn't - or wouldn't - accept. She recognized the statue as the demon who had just left. It didn't have the standard phallus looming over the altar for some reason and that puzzled her. She'd yet to hear of a demon who didn't like to flaunt his prowess.

Looking around she saw dozens of smaller statues lining the walls of the temple. Thinking that there might be some way out behind them she stumbled over. She felt weak and hot even though the temperature in the temple was cool. She peeled off her jacket and cum soaked shirt as she went to examine the statues. Her cross was firmly stuck to her skin and glowed dully in the torchlight.

They were demons, of course. Small ones, carved in black stone, in various poses of relaxation. Oddly enough they weren't mating or otherwise enjoying victims as she had seen elsewhere. They were embarrassingly anatomically correct and her eyes were drawn to that. Whoever sculpted them must have held a grudge because what should have been deformed and inhuman was .. human? The heat inside her flared as she looked at them.

Trying to ignore that feeling of need she slid next to the first one and checked to see if she could find a crack in the wall or any sign of a door. Running her hands over the stone she felt nothing that seemed out of place. She felt a breath of air and the word "entertainment" whispered through her mind, making her knees weak.

Spinning around she saw nothing, felt nothing. Her feeling of lightheadedness and heat increased as she checked each statue, running her hands over them in a futile hope that one would open a way to the mortal realm. As she worked her way around the room she kept hearing those whispers and echoes. "Entertainment." "Value." "Captured." Every word thrummed through her body, more insistent than the last.

She found herself back at the first statue. There had been no sign of any way out of there except the door she couldn't open. Looking around she noticed for the first time that she had been stripping off the rest of her clothes as she walked and was completely naked now. She didn't remember doing it but obviously she had.

While she tried to think about it she also noticed that she was stroking the demon statue again as if petting it. Something about the warm, smooth stone felt good. Her fogged mind wasn't able to process what was happening and the heat was growing, insisting. Her hands kept returning to his stone cock no matter where she moved them to. It pulled at her, enticed her.

With a moan she felt that same heat flare in her groin and her mind fogged even more. She couldn't remember ever needing something as badly as she needed to sate that heat. Tearing her hands away she reached between her legs to masturbate, ashamed that she was going to degrade herself this low but knowing she needed to clear her head.

One finger worked her clit hard and while it felt good it did nothing to the heat in her loins. She used her other to push two fingers into her pussy, reaching for her g-spot. She knew that was a way for a quick climax for her and whimpered when it also seemed to have no effect. Alana frantically worked her fingers over her clit and deep inside to no effect other than to further her frustration.

Looking up she could see the statue next to her. It was carved so the demon was reclining, one leg lifted. It looked like he was ready to be mounted. He looked like he was waiting for her. When she put her hand on the statue to help steady herself the heat in her body flared higher and her knees went weak. Tears were running down her face as she realized what the demon had placed in her. She knew how he meant to have her 'occupy herself' while he kept her trapped.

Alana dragged herself onto the statue and straddled its legs before she could reconsider doing this. Breathing heavy she scraped together the last of her willpower and rubbed her pussy onto the carved balls, feeling them hot and rough on her clit. Letting her head fall back she sought her relief, feeling her climax building now. She knew she looked obscene but no longer cared. She needed to cum. The stone was hot under her, matching the heat this contact wasn't reaching, pulsing every time her hips hit the stone cock rising in front of her.

As she hovered on the edge an impatient hissing echo of "entertainment" shivered over her. Desperately she ground her hips onto the stone and found she couldn't quite make it. It felt good but wasn't what she needed. She was staring down at that stone cock in front of her. So tempting, so ready, so available. She knew it would slake that lust.

Giving up with a sob she lifted herself up and moved forward until she hovered over the tip. Her thighs trembled with the effort of not sinking down on it. She knew this was wrong, that she shouldn't do it. But her body was screaming for fulfillment and wasn't going to let her stop. Before she could think about it anymore Alana slid down the length until her hips almost touched the stone.

Her head fell back at the feeling. It was almost perfect, more perfect than anyone she'd been with before. It was almost what she wanted. She wasn't breeding with a demon. This was a statue. This was fine. This was good. With a moan she pressed harder, sealing her pussy to the stone with her juices and making that final contact her body craved.

The statue flashed with matching heat and then clawed hands gripped her waist. What had been a statue was now a living demon. Her terror only made her grip the cock more firmly with her pussy. When she tried to rise up the claws dug in menacingly. A growl vibrated through the demon and seemed to vibrate through her as well, sapping her strength and making her squeeze the now living cock inside her again.

Holding her tight the demon held her sealed to him. A more satisfied growl resonated through Alana and she felt herself responding against her will. Looking down she saw his eyes glowing red and wickedly sharp teeth exposed in a smile. "Entertainment" echoed again in the temple and she felt his cock move in her.

It started to grow, stretching her walls tight around it. Held to him she could only hope to survive. When he started to grow longer as well she screamed as once again she was taken to the edge of orgasm. She started to fight him but this time to ride. She felt that climax within reach if she could just get more!

She was pinned in place as the demon simply held her there effortlessly. She could feel him hot and throbbing inside her and his breathing hard and fast. His hands quivered on her hips as if fighting to keep her there. When the word "value" sounded from nowhere he picked her up and dropped her, entering even deeper. Her hips met his with a wet slap from her juices. She grabbed his wrists for balance as he started moving her up and down.

He pulled her completely off of him and her head dropped to see that he'd changed. What had been a human cock was now beastly. It wasn't as huge as the major demon but it was far beyond what her body should be able to take. The head flared out and was covered in dull spikes. The shaft was twisted, covered in ridges, veins and knobs. The entire thing was the size of her forearm. And she wanted it back in her.

Slowly she was pulled back down onto him. He exhaled as he watched the outline of it appear in her body. A sudden pull once again seated her pussy to his hips. With an impatient growl he started to move her, still laying on his back. Her own passion rose, taking her to the edge of climax at the stimulation of the demon cock pressing and rubbing until it hit her deep and then pulled back to do it again.

She didn't hear herself begging him to finish her. His snickering laugh was horrible to hear and the word "captured" rang in the air. At that he threw his head back and screamed, his searing cum shooting into her, mixing with the heat the major demon placed.

Her scream mixed with his as it echoed off the walls. Terror and frustration mixed together as she finally felt the pull of being demon bred. All those women she found too late had felt this. Her heart pounded as it seemed to pull the scaldingly hot fluid up into her body. She could actually see her body expanding with every pulse, squeezing it into her and waiting for the next, and it seemed to go on forever. Her pussy betrayed her by milking him for every drop. Her need to climax was still imperative as she struggled in his grip. She was denied as his body seemed to shrink as hers was filled.

Her breath was knocked out of her as she fell onto the empty space where the statue once stood. She pounded her fists on his stone floor at her denied pleasure. Aching with need and the memory of him in her she stayed on hands and knees and quivered. In her mind she knew there should be a river of demon cum running of her but could only feel her own juices. The lack of it might have worried her but it was more a passing observation at this time.

She looked around and saw nothing else had changed. The other statues were all still lined up, all still erect. Now the flickering light seemed to make them even more sinister, more smug. She was panting and covered in sweat as the need rose in her again. Her body demanded more and her mind was going along with it except for that one part that screamed at her to stop. That voice was growing more faint as the heat pulsed harder, hotter. She looked around again but this time with an appraising eye.

"I am ALANA!" She screamed her own name in an attempt to find herself in the unstoppable lust forced on her by the demon. The temple echoed her own voice back, weak and mocking. The word "entertainment" once again floated on the air and caused her body to seize in an unbearable need for more.

She found a statue sculpted so it was on its knees, proudly pushing out his cock. Even knowing what was going to happen wasn't enough to stop her from reaching for it. Once again the stone was smooth and warm. She knelt on the platform in front of it and stroked it as she did the other, feeling the human details. Sobbing in defeat she turned around and backed towards it.

As if the thing had been carved just for her she slid onto the stone cock perfectly. The flared head opening her and the shaft sliding behind. "Not so deep this time" she tried to think to herself as she rocked back and forth, taking more every time. As soon as she felt the stone on the hair around her pussy she stopped and pulled back. "That should be good..."