Someone once said that "news travels fast." Ana could now see how true it was. By the time she had reached the city of Caltun (KAL-ton) word had spread far and wide of the woman -- the Demon Knight -- who had destroyed an entire bandit force single-handedly. Some said she used dark magicks to turn them to stone. Others whispered she killed them all with a kiss. It all made her chuckle. It made her laugh even more as she heard it from people as she walked by.
They're actually more scared of your bare ass cheeks than the rest of you.
Meerach was not entirely wrong, there. Some small part had to do with how much skin her armor was showing, but then there were the lives she had taken so far. Of course, everyone she killed deserved it and no judge, ruler, or whatever would condemn her for their deaths. Hell, she was even rewarded for killing them! Well, most of them.
Hey, it's not like they can do anything about it,right?
Maybe.
There's no 'maybe' about it.
With me, you're unstoppable in battle.
No one will be able to hurt you as long as I'm here.
Yet somehow the demon ended up in an amulet for thousands of years after his summoner was killed.
Because the stupid bitch didn't get the chance to use me.
Now go find yourself someone to fuck... or kill.
I like it it when you kill.
The demon was so vulgar, but Ana thought it was part of his charm. Ever since joining with him, sex and killing had been almost synonymous. Sex brought pleasure; killing brought satisfaction. Vice and violence were the norm for a demon knight.
Ana stopped suddenly. Vice and violence? The norm? She thought about that for a moment - how her life had changed. In the end, though, at least she was doing much better than the men that came before her. After several days of excruciating pain, they died. For Ana, it has so far been nearly two weeks of unending sexual arousal and no sign that she was dying, yet.
It's like I told you.
I was intended for a woman's body.
Ana came back to reality. She had arrived at the seedier side of Caltun, where the streets were in bad shape, but the bars and the whores came cheap. It also held cheap housing in out-of-the-way places -- places good for hiding. Of course the way she dressed made hiding just about impossible. She just needed a place to put her loot. She could deal with that later, however. First came finding an available place. And the best way find that information was...
She stopped as she found it -- a tavern called the "One-Eyed Snake". Chuckling at such a vulgar name, she walked through the door. The place was filled with the typical lowlife scum: Bullies, highwaymen, and more filled almost every seat. Several serving girls went about their business delivering, beer, ale, mead, or whatever swill was in those mugs. Once delivered, they got a swat on the butt or a grope of some kind as thanks. Ana could not tell if the girls' smiles were genuine when that happened. The few women in the crowd were all snuggled up with some of the tougher men trying to get in their good graces, if they weren't already.
At the bar itself stood a mountain of a man who looked like he had once seen quite a few battles in his day. "A new customer, it seems!" he said, his voice booming with little effort. "I think I'd remember someone with your...particular look." He gave his long, curled mustache a few strokes. "Well as long as you don't make no trouble, you're welcome to drink, here."
Ana settled onto a stool in between a pair of gruff-looking sailors who immediately turned their attention from their drinks to her. "I'll take a pint of mead," she said to the barkeep.
I can smell
it in the air -- the blood, the sweat, the tears, the arousal...
Somehow, that did not come as a surprise, here. In fact the sailor on her left proved to be sporting a rather large and welcoming bulge between his legs as he continued to stare at her. The one on her right...well he was erect, too, just not as big. Come to think of it, most of room was staring at her.
The man at the back.
The one with the whores and thugs gathered around.
Ana let the demon show her without even turning. There he was, looking all dominant and angry. In fact, he really was angry.
Yes, he's pissed at you.
Despite having a bitch beneath his table choking on his dick, I can feel the hate in him boil.
Watch him.
She was idly wondering who she killed that fueled this guy's hatred when her mead arrived. Her parents warned about the dangers of hard beverages, but with her new look, she no longer cared, and to the amazement of everyone watching, she downed the whole pint in short order.
