Demon Hunting

I'm sure you've heard that power corrupts, but for us it's more than a saying. Long ago there was a great war between my people and the demigod Giants of Antelos. We developed a method to increase the mana of our warriors through sensual contact, creating fighters strong enough to defeat the giants. The return of peace left the greatest heroes dissatisfied without conflict. They became mad with power and desire for more, turning to demons who seek only the mana of further victims.

Travelling this land are demon hunters like myself, trained in many useful styles to retrieve the mana taken by demons and release it safely. I was on the trail of one who had become more aggressive, leaving his last two partners dead from complete drain. There would only be more until he was restored to an elf.

"I think it's time for you to chip a hoof," I said.

My companion stopped with four annoyed clops and crossed his arms. "I don't want to do that again."

"It's that, or go away. I'll do my scared song, but it won't work if you're here."

He frowned, stroking his goatee. "I'll circle around and meet you later." He pawed the ground with his right front hoof. "If you're sure you've got this."

I nodded. "I think he's close."

Beskin nodded back, glancing one more as he turned and left the path. I continued on my way.

"I'm not scared," I whispered to myself. "It's just being alone in the woods with a serial rapist and murderer actively looking for his next victim." I cleared my throat, and warbled out the first line, "I'm not scared of some stupid forest." I tried not to smile; that was perfect.

I'm not scared of some stupid forest

There're just rocks and trees.

I'm sure some big, hungry bear

Won't come and maul poor me.

I'm sure those howling wolves

Have no interest in fresh meat.

No predators in these dark woods

Are looking for a treat.

No, I'm not scared, why would I be scared?

I'm all alone out here...

I gasped as I spun toward the north, clutching my hands together at my breast. "Is anyone there?" I called with trembling voice. Shaking my head to myself, I hurried on my way, whispering nervously. "Of course nobody's there. This short cut was a really great idea. No one is watching you right now so pull it together." I took a deep breath and sniffled loudly, beginning on my song again.

I shrieked as I came to a jerking stop, a man stood in my path, bathed in moonlight and the orange glow of my torch until I lost grip and dropped it. It bounced once and rolled toward him, and he stamped it out with one huge foot. The ties of his sandals cut into his bulging calves, his broad shoulders heaved.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" he asked, his voice low and growly. His long black hair hung in his face but couldn't quite hide his sharp toothed grin or the red shine of his eyes.

"I was on the way home from a trading day, and thought I could be there before dark, but..." I laughed nervously, shuffling back a few steps. "I was wrong."

"I'll see you home, miss," the demon said. "No need to worry."

"I... I wasn't worried," I said worriedly. He must not even realize how far gone he was if he thought he could pass for elf to put a woman at ease. I let him approach and the demon grabbed me by the throat. No patience, no thought at all, he was simply going to take what he wanted, but he wouldn't just kill me; he didn't care about rape or murder, only the mana that those things brought him.

Knowing these monsters liked an easy target, I stood as though petrified as he put his thick arms around me. When he realized I wasn't fighting, his caress became gentler. His large hands took me by my breasts, firmly but not unpleasantly so.

"Yes," he whispered in my ear. "You like to be touched by strangers in the forest. Your mana is sweet with pleasure."

Willing to bet it had been a long while since he'd tasted pleasure from his partner, I writhed weakly in his grasp. "You're so strong, there's nothing I can do."

"Just enjoy it," he agreed with a growl. He put his lips to mine and I opened my mouth so his hot tongue could squirm in. He moaned as I sucked gently on it, caressing it with mine. He pulled my shirt open abruptly, baring my breasts and sending them jiggling in the breeze as I fell back in surprise. He followed me down, his hot lips and tongue at my right nipple and his hands on my face and around my neck. He pulled me up as he knelt, my face pressed to his bulging crotch.

"Do you feel that hard dick?"

"I feel it," I assured him breathlessly.

"I can't hear you. Do you feel that dick? Have you ever seen a dick that big?"

I had seen plenty; I had once faced a three-hundred year old demon, a veteran of the battle with the giants. "It scares me," I murmured, pulling the lace at my breast closed as though ashamed of my generous bosom. "It's too big. If you try to put that huge thing in me, it will rip me apart."

"Now let's see," he murmured. He let me down, leaning over again so he could reach between my legs. Bunching my skirt until he found my panties, his fingers ventured boldly down and against my pussy. He pushed my legs apart, and they fell open and quivering as he tickled a line along my thigh. He pulled the fabric out, then tore them away "Such a slick pussy already," he growled. "This hole is begging to be filled. I can't believe my luck to find a slut like you."

"No, no," I panted as he went down on me. Pushing my pussy lips apart with his thick fingers, he penetrated me with his long slimy tongue. "Oh, please, don't, I'm not that kind of girl. Stop. It's so dirty! It... it shouldn't feel good to be licked like that, to be filled with your hot flesh..." I screamed as his tongue dove deeper, wiggling and throbbing within me, and I delivered a measure of my special mana at my climax. He howled as he came up straight.

His eyes glowed brighter, yellower, as he looked down on me. "I've never tasted Mana so sweet," he growled, grinning. He rubbed his swollen cock through his pants as he leaned to me again. "You really enjoy this. You filthy bitch, you came out here to be raped, didn't you?"

"Of course not..."

"A filthy bitch and a liar," he said.

"Do you think I want to die?" I asked meekly. "I've heard of men like you, taking so much Mana from their partners that..."

The demon's hand caressed my face. "I would never kill a delicious slut like you. I'll keep you alive so I can keep draining your Mana again and again. You will call me master and serve me, and you will live as long as your Mana is as sweet and nourishing as this."

When he bent to me again, and kissed me, I kissed him back eagerly. I began to feel more strongly the pleasure in his Mana as it spread into me.

Mana is transferred through contact and sensation, and the recipient must first bond with the provider, and then draw back their own Mana dragging the other's along. Having trained myself for years to gain true pleasure from any sensation I choose, goosebumps rose across my flesh as his fingers brush over my shivering skin.

"Open your shirt," he said.

"N-no, I..."

"You'll do as I say. Your life and perfect body belong to me now." He toyed with the lace of my blouse, pulling the knot apart. "Don't pretend you don't like this. I can feel how it turns you on to be victimized, to be made a helpless slave. I already tasted your tangy wet pussy, are your tits really an issue? Just open your shirt, let me see them."

I moaned softly as I loosened the lace and shyly averted my eyes, drawing the fabric apart to bare my chest for him. "It's so cold," I murmured. I gasped as his huge, warm hands took a breast in each.

"There," he said. His voice had become so low it was almost a purr. "Yes, you're heaving with desire, with lust for me."

"Oh," I moaned.

He took this as encouragement, gripping me tighter and kneading soft mounds of flesh. "Now, open my pants, take my cock out, and guide it into you."

"No..."

"Yes!" he insisted, one hand sliding up around my throat. "If you won't be an obedient slave, you aren't a slave at all. If you aren't my slave, I've no need for you to survive."

I squeezed my eyes tight, breathing quickly to simulate fear. I reached toward his crotch tentatively and he took my head to lift it.

"Look at me, at my big fat cock," he said. It throbbed beneath his garments, stretching the seam. "Take it out."

I slowly unclasped his belt and let his enormous penis spring free.

"Now put it in your sopping cunt. It's gushing and ready."

Held up and immobile, I stroked my slick gash with the bulging head of his dick, moistening it with my Mana infused juices. I lined it up with my vagina so he could lean forward to stick it in.

"Yes," he grunted. "That's it..."

I raised my hips to meet him, fully enveloping his nine inches of rock hard manhood. "It's so big," I gasped.

"Go on," he said. "Tell me more, slave. Tell me how it feels to get fucked by this huge, powerful cock."

"It feels so hot!" I gasped. "So tight!"

"You love it, don't you?" he sounded almost disgusted. "You're the perfect slave, a stupid, weak bitch who gets off on being used."

"Oh," I moaned.

Again, he took the moan as encouragement, swirling his hips as he pounded me deeper and harder. "Call me master," he said, his hand tightening around my throat. "Call me master and give your self to me."

"Ah, ah!" I gasped. "Ah, ah, ah..." my body tensed around his, squeezing his cock.

He pulled back to thrust again. "Say it!" he commanded. "Say it, harlot, whore, fucker of demons. Say it, slave: I'm your master!"

"Oh!" I cried. "Fuck me harder, please!"

He withdrew abruptly and pulled my up as he knelt again, bringing my face to his wet cock. "Suck it," he commanded. He guided me forward as I opened my mouth and shoved his slimy, glistening dick to the back of my throat. I sucked it faithfully as he told me, licking my own sweet juices from his shaft until he took it out and slapped my face with it. "You sure suck dick like a slave," he told me hoarsely. "Roll over, on your knees, that's it. Now do you want your master's cock in you again?"

"I want your cock," I whispered breathlessly. "I want your huge, hard cock to fuck me some more, please."

He slid it in slowly, pushing my pulsing flesh wide and tight around his engorged member. As he went deeper, so to did his Mana enter me, penetrate me. I pushed back against him, moaning, swirling my hips. I groped my breast with one hand, using all the pleasure I got from the demon, his and my own, to strengthen myself and draw his Mana deeper. Usually the demon forced it in, but he gladly surged along with me, his lust and anticipation blinding him to what was really happening.

"You feel so good inside," he said. "So fucking good. I can't help myself, I'm going to take it all..."

"Ah, ah, ah," I panted. "You're going to get it..."

"I'm going to come and when I do, I'm going to take every last trace of Mana from your body... I'm going to come so hard it kills you, bitch."

I shuddered in pleasure, grinding against him. "Fuck me... fuck me harder," I moaned.

"Did you hear me? You even enjoy the threat of death, you crazy slut?"

"I... I just want you to come so bad, I don't even care about that. To feel your hot spunk, your trickling seed in me, whatever happens after would be worth it." I pushed back harder against him, forward and back to encourage his frenzied thrusting. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me please. Put your hot cum in me, fill me up with it..."

The demon, unaccustomed to such dirty talk and what it did to his already inflated ego, could hold back no longer. His orgasm provided the most powerful push of mana yet, and just as it began to slow and prepare to be drawn back into himself along with mine, I cut off the mana flow.

Just recovering from the spasms at his climax, he shook and shuddered again as he was deprived of all the extra mana he had collected over the last few years. He sat back breathing heavily and raised his hands to look at them. The hands of an ordinary elf curled before his eyes, his demonic power drained away along with all the negative feelings it had caused.

"Oh my god..." the elf muttered. "How could I have... I was just trying to impress her, and I..."

I went to his side, pulling my shirt back on as I knelt beside him.

"I'm so sorry!" he blubbered. "Thank you so much for freeing me!"

"There is one more part to the ritual," I explained, putting my hand on his shoulder. "To disperse this Mana safely, I must get off again."

The man gaped a moment. "Do you want me to..."

"No need," I murmured, my fingers slipping down beneath my skirts. "I just didn't want you to freak out."

The lips of my pussy were slick and smooth, my hole dripping with thick, sticky cum. I put two fingers in to draw the moisture forward, around my throbbing clitoris. It swelled further, twitching beneath my fingers as my other hand reached out along the ground. The slick and slimy wetness made it pleasing to push harder, rub faster, I began to moan as the sensation grew and my climax approached. I cried out as I came, releasing the Mana collected by the demon into the earth. The ground shuddered as every tree within ten feet grew a few inches, the ferns and vines expanding and several flowers forced into bloom.

The elf gazed about in obvious awe as I sat wearily next to him. "I had collected so much mana? I... those poor women. I'm so sorry."

"I know," I said. Remorse in former demons was near universal, but I had locked his ability to take it as a precaution. "There's an order of monks, men like you, who've committed their lives to atonement."

"Bressalia's followers." He glanced at me when I made a strange noise, and smiled wanly. "I was already thinking the same. I'm so sorry for what I allowed myself to become, what I did to you. I don't know how you can be sitting there so calmly next to me. I would have killed you."

I sighed. I had no idea the monks had taken to calling themselves that. "The Demon that grew from you was not you. It captured you, and used you to strengthen itself; I know you would never hurt someone, especially not me. The best thing you can do is put it behind you and pass my kindness to you on to others."

He nodded, as much wonder in his eyes as when he'd watched the new life spring up all around us. His eyes welled as he studied my face, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for the words to thank me.

I glanced away before he got any out as I detected the distinctive clop of my centaur companion. Not a moment too soon; almost as common as remorse was for the former demon to get all clingy. "My friend approaches," I said, standing. "If you have interest in joining those monks, their temple lies to the southeast. Good luck and peace to you in the future."

"Thank you..." he murmured, then cried "Wait!" as I began to turn. "Tell me please, who you are, so I may spread word of your amazing deeds?"

I shook my head, "My amazing deeds would become much harder if demons learned who I was. Tell me yours, though, that I may ask after you with the monks."

He grinned sheepishly and opened his mouth to tell me, but hopped to his feet with a gasp when Beskin entered the clearing and stopped just behind and to my right. The elf took me by the arm as if to haul me away.

"This is my friend," I said. I took Beskin's offered hand and hopped as he pulled, setting me gently sidesaddle on his back. "And we must be off."

We left him standing alone next to the path at a brisk canter and I lay back against Beskin, my legs hanging over both sides.

"He didn't even put up a fight," I muttered sleepily.

"Does that mean you're ready to go again?"

I laughed, rolling slightly to hold him. "Okay, he put up a little fight. Goodnight, Beskin."

"Goodnight, Lady Bressalia."