In a small manor a little away from a certain village, a familiar but slightly different scene could be found. A man stood, pants long removed, while a woman was on her knees. Altogether, not an unusual sight, it was even common not too long ago.
But now, the previous man had been replaced by a demon.
While such a general statement might suggest something horrible and tragic had occurred, neither of the two participants seemed to feel that way. On the contrary, the elf seemed to be going at it with such enthusiasm that it was a marvel to behold.
Derek stood there and felt Celena practically impale herself on his dick with her mouth alone. She was rapidly going up and down his shaft as if she had become a steam engine, just pistoning on and off as fast as elvenly possible. Only to sometimes suddenly stop and devote her tongue to licking the shaft as if it was an unholy instrument and she was a succubus offering her devotion to it. He could feel the smooth wet tongue run up and down him at a rapid pace, only for her to suddenly go back to rapidly thrusting her head back and forth, feeling her wet lips rub against him and smack into his body repeatedly.
When Celena had come to him and suggested she wanted to do oral to almost literally wash the bad memories out of her mouth, he had thought he understood. That while that was almost definitely probably true, mostly she just wanted to thank him.
He was wrong. Dead wrong.
This was not the first time she had sucked his dick and he had learned something very, very fast. She did not at all care about how he felt. This was almost purely a selfish action on her part. Oh, he loved it, it felt fucking amazing, don’t get him wrong. It was just that she had thrown away all decorum and was acting like a slutty beast in heat, treating his dick like her personal sex toy.
Saliva was dripping from his cock as he felt her beautiful tongue once again work his shaft like an ivory pipe. Every ounce of his body resisted grabbing and thrusting into her head. Partly because he thought he’d lose control and burst her head with his super strength, mostly because the last time that happened and he grabbed her he had cum nearly immediately.
And that had been… embarrassing for multiple reasons. Not that it ever stopped being embarrassing.
As he felt his body finally start to lose control, he shakily called out to her.
“C-C-Cumming.”
If before Celena practically was a blur, now she truly turned into one, rapidly moving in a way that made Derek let out a groan as his eyes shook in his head. Before long he couldn’t help it anymore and felt himself explode into her. She didn’t slow down for even a second and his mind was washed away by the pleasure. Orgasming had felt even better since coming here, and he didn’t know if it was because of Celena’s enthusiasm, his new body, the previous stress he had experienced, or simply because it had been a while since he had his dick sucked.
Either way, as he felt himself pour into a pretty woman’s head, he couldn’t help but let out distinctly non-masculine sounds.
Especially as she continued.
It didn’t matter that he had just cum and was super sensitive, this was for Celena and well, she didn’t want to stop. This was the embarrassing part. He had learned, in the best way possible, that his sensitivity had definitely changed somehow. All he could understand was that he wasn’t just more sensitive, it was also a lot more… intense. Normally he’d be groaning and in pain if someone continued to abandon their humanity and wildly go at his dick like a fucking animal. Instead… well…
“Ahhhh~”
He felt his face going red even as he couldn’t stop moaning. It was just too much! He didn’t want to stop, God No, but he felt like he was losing somehow. The first time he cum was far from the end and only when he felt like he had thoroughly lost any manliness he had ever had, did Celena pull off his dick with a little pop.
Derek nearly collapsed to his knees.
She fondled his balls as she stared at his dick like she was still absolutely ravenous. It made a shiver go through his body, a shiver she could feel.
She chuckled lightly and licked her lips, “We can stop for now. Thanks again Derek. Though… I never expected a demon to make such cute noises.”
“W-Well you know. People are…. hah … people.” He was a bit out of breath after all that.
Celena smiled and gave a final lick before letting go of his balls.
“Again later tonight?”
“...Sure.”
Embarrassing or not, having his dick sucked so much definitely wasn’t a negative. He watched her smile and leave before finally laying back down on his bed.
He lay there for a bit, just staring up at the ceiling.
Well, life certainly is pretty great sometimes huh?
****
I shivered a little. Celena had basically left my dick, balls, and entire front soaked with her spit. It wasn’t exactly cold in the manor but you don’t get soaked and then not feel cold at least a little bit. That elf was a miniature monster. A total fiend.
God I wanted to fuck her mouth again.
I wiped myself off with a blanket and relaxed, well, even more so. It had been a few days now. Everyone had returned to what was left of their lives and the villagers had been informed. Selve had left to go help handle that. Celena had chosen to stay behind for fairly obvious reasons, leaving only the two of us here.
Selve was keeping it under wraps that a demon had saved them or that a demon had been summoned at all. Selve may not have any family or bloodline left to destroy, but who’s to say some asshole wouldn’t just claim his entire village was related to him by blood? Oh it’d get out of course, way too many people had seen me, but hopefully most would get the message. Either way, my time was ticking. I didn’t know where ‘Harboring a demon’ ranked in polite society but I expected that the answer wasn’t pretty, pleasant, or conductive for anyone’s continued survival.
So I’d have to leave soon. They’d send another baron after word got out that he died. Could be fine, could be a bastard, but the town’s people had learned their lesson. If they went out of their way to hide it, and kept up the financial records and mail, it’d be a long while before anyone realized the baron had died. Hopefully long enough for the villagers to prepare in that case. The one woman who had inherited a bar had already talked about training everyone how to fight.
Well, good luck to them.
Thinking a little more on the village’s situation, it was going to be a bit… communal in the future. Lots of women, not many men left. Well, that’s not my problem and likely will just make things more ‘interesting’ for some teens turning adults soon.
The village wasn’t the only thing me and Selve had talked about though. I focused and a red gem appeared in my hand. I frowned at it, remembering that particular memory.
“Derek. I think you should have this.” Selve suddenly said with utmost seriousness. In his hands was the ruby red square that reeked of familiarity. Like I had known it for a long, long while. It was the gem that had ended up summoning here. I looked at it with mixed feelings. Mostly hate, followed by acceptance. That was the tool that had changed and altered my entire life.
“Alright, but why me?” I seriously didn’t think Selve would be summoning any more demons any time soon, so I had no idea why he felt like it was imperative to give away. Hell, (ha), I thought the best move for it would be to dig a really deep hole and bury the damned thing forever. Or break it.
“It’s not safe with me. Sooner or later, someone else will come looking for it or find it. You can protect it better than I can.” I found the surety in Selve’s voice more than a little off-putting. As if he was stating a fact. Still, I felt my plan was well worth a try.
“Why not just bury the damn thing and leave it to rot?”
“That’s not how this works. It was buried. Something led me to it. It’s been unearthed, I doubt it’s just going to fade away like that.”
Damn magical bullshit. I reached out to take it, and there was some kind of bright reaction. I opened my eyes wide, only to see the Ruby melt into my hand. We both just stared, before I felt the same sensation of flexing available, like my claws. With a simple flex, the gem reappeared in my hand.
“Well,” Said Selve, “I don’t think anywhere could be safer than that.”
I held it up into the air and glared at it. I think I honestly hated it, deeply. Not just for what it did to me, but also for what it could do. My memories and experiences of hell were vague and small, almost totally just information of information, like a game of telephone. I don’t remember the plane of torture, but I remember myself knowing it was a plane of unending torture, with trillions of trillions of souls. The soul-mental barrier was still in my head, blocking it all out.
But the absolute dread and pain just brushing against that barrier caused was enough to leave me screaming if I wasn’t careful.
This stupid gem could do it again, and again. I could literally send people to hell with this. And that was from a random man with a shitty half remembered demon ritual he had learned by accident. What could someone with a dedicated research team and experience do? Something unforgivable probably. Visions of the entire planet of earth being swallowed up by hell filled me with a horror that wasn’t normal. Those endless souls didn’t just come from one or a billion worlds, that’s for certain. No need to add to it.
I made the gem disappear and committed to dying in the explosion of a star before I ever gave it up or let it see the light of day again. Hopefully it’d get eaten by a black hole or something eventually.
I sighed. The day was going great but the future was looking shaky. I couldn’t stay here but I had already made some inroads on what to do. Just nothing concrete yet. But more than that, I’d started thinking about what I actually wanted out of this world. If anything in this world is possible then…
Suddenly my door slammed open and I nearly leapt into the air. Selve was standing there, panting, looking wild eyed.
“Hah hah hah. Problem, problem, there’s a problem.”
“Selve?! What’s going on?!”
What on earth had happened?! Was it more of The Baron’s men? Wait, was it some kind of demon hunters or-
“The Heroes. The Heroes are here!”
My mind blanked.
What?
In a small manor a little away from a certain village, a familiar but slightly different scene could be found. A man stood, pants long removed, while a woman was on her knees. Altogether, not an unusual sight, it was even common not too long ago.
But now, the previous man had been replaced by a demon.
While such a general statement might suggest something horrible and tragic had occurred, neither of the two participants seemed to feel that way. On the contrary, the elf seemed to be going at it with such enthusiasm that it was a marvel to behold.
Derek stood there and felt Celena practically impale herself on his dick with her mouth alone. She was rapidly going up and down his shaft as if she had become a steam engine, just pistoning on and off as fast as elvenly possible. Only to sometimes suddenly stop and devote her tongue to licking the shaft as if it was an unholy instrument and she was a succubus offering her devotion to it. He could feel the smooth wet tongue run up and down him at a rapid pace, only for her to suddenly go back to rapidly thrusting her head back and forth, feeling her wet lips rub against him and smack into his body repeatedly.
When Celena had come to him and suggested she wanted to do oral to almost literally wash the bad memories out of her mouth, he had thought he understood. That while that was almost definitely probably true, mostly she just wanted to thank him.
He was wrong. Dead wrong.
This was not the first time she had sucked his dick and he had learned something very, very fast. She did not at all care about how he felt. This was almost purely a selfish action on her part. Oh, he loved it, it felt fucking amazing, don’t get him wrong. It was just that she had thrown away all decorum and was acting like a slutty beast in heat, treating his dick like her personal sex toy.
Saliva was dripping from his cock as he felt her beautiful tongue once again work his shaft like an ivory pipe. Every ounce of his body resisted grabbing and thrusting into her head. Partly because he thought he’d lose control and burst her head with his super strength, mostly because the last time that happened and he grabbed her he had cum nearly immediately.
And that had been… embarrassing for multiple reasons. Not that it ever stopped being embarrassing.
As he felt his body finally start to lose control, he shakily called out to her.
“C-C-Cumming.”
If before Celena practically was a blur, now she truly turned into one, rapidly moving in a way that made Derek let out a groan as his eyes shook in his head. Before long he couldn’t help it anymore and felt himself explode into her. She didn’t slow down for even a second and his mind was washed away by the pleasure. Orgasming had felt even better since coming here, and he didn’t know if it was because of Celena’s enthusiasm, his new body, the previous stress he had experienced, or simply because it had been a while since he had his dick sucked.
Either way, as he felt himself pour into a pretty woman’s head, he couldn’t help but let out distinctly non-masculine sounds.
Especially as she continued.
It didn’t matter that he had just cum and was super sensitive, this was for Celena and well, she didn’t want to stop. This was the embarrassing part. He had learned, in the best way possible, that his sensitivity had definitely changed somehow. All he could understand was that he wasn’t just more sensitive, it was also a lot more… intense. Normally he’d be groaning and in pain if someone continued to abandon their humanity and wildly go at his dick like a fucking animal. Instead… well…
“Ahhhh~”
He felt his face going red even as he couldn’t stop moaning. It was just too much! He didn’t want to stop, God No, but he felt like he was losing somehow. The first time he cum was far from the end and only when he felt like he had thoroughly lost any manliness he had ever had, did Celena pull off his dick with a little pop.
Derek nearly collapsed to his knees.
She fondled his balls as she stared at his dick like she was still absolutely ravenous. It made a shiver go through his body, a shiver she could feel.
She chuckled lightly and licked her lips, “We can stop for now. Thanks again Derek. Though… I never expected a demon to make such cute noises.”
“W-Well you know. People are…. hah … people.” He was a bit out of breath after all that.
Celena smiled and gave a final lick before letting go of his balls.
“Again later tonight?”
“...Sure.”
Embarrassing or not, having his dick sucked so much definitely wasn’t a negative. He watched her smile and leave before finally laying back down on his bed.
He lay there for a bit, just staring up at the ceiling.
Well, life certainly is pretty great sometimes huh?
****
I shivered a little. Celena had basically left my dick, balls, and entire front soaked with her spit. It wasn’t exactly cold in the manor but you don’t get soaked and then not feel cold at least a little bit. That elf was a miniature monster. A total fiend.
God I wanted to fuck her mouth again.
I wiped myself off with a blanket and relaxed, well, even more so. It had been a few days now. Everyone had returned to what was left of their lives and the villagers had been informed. Selve had left to go help handle that. Celena had chosen to stay behind for fairly obvious reasons, leaving only the two of us here.
Selve was keeping it under wraps that a demon had saved them or that a demon had been summoned at all. Selve may not have any family or bloodline left to destroy, but who’s to say some asshole wouldn’t just claim his entire village was related to him by blood? Oh it’d get out of course, way too many people had seen me, but hopefully most would get the message. Either way, my time was ticking. I didn’t know where ‘Harboring a demon’ ranked in polite society but I expected that the answer wasn’t pretty, pleasant, or conductive for anyone’s continued survival.
So I’d have to leave soon. They’d send another baron after word got out that he died. Could be fine, could be a bastard, but the town’s people had learned their lesson. If they went out of their way to hide it, and kept up the financial records and mail, it’d be a long while before anyone realized the baron had died. Hopefully long enough for the villagers to prepare in that case. The one woman who had inherited a bar had already talked about training everyone how to fight.
Well, good luck to them.
Thinking a little more on the village’s situation, it was going to be a bit… communal in the future. Lots of women, not many men left. Well, that’s not my problem and likely will just make things more ‘interesting’ for some teens turning adults soon.
The village wasn’t the only thing me and Selve had talked about though. I focused and a red gem appeared in my hand. I frowned at it, remembering that particular memory.
“Derek. I think you should have this.” Selve suddenly said with utmost seriousness. In his hands was the ruby red square that reeked of familiarity. Like I had known it for a long, long while. It was the gem that had ended up summoning here. I looked at it with mixed feelings. Mostly hate, followed by acceptance. That was the tool that had changed and altered my entire life.
“Alright, but why me?” I seriously didn’t think Selve would be summoning any more demons any time soon, so I had no idea why he felt like it was imperative to give away. Hell, (ha), I thought the best move for it would be to dig a really deep hole and bury the damned thing forever. Or break it.
“It’s not safe with me. Sooner or later, someone else will come looking for it or find it. You can protect it better than I can.” I found the surety in Selve’s voice more than a little off-putting. As if he was stating a fact. Still, I felt my plan was well worth a try.
“Why not just bury the damn thing and leave it to rot?”
“That’s not how this works. It was buried. Something led me to it. It’s been unearthed, I doubt it’s just going to fade away like that.”
Damn magical bullshit. I reached out to take it, and there was some kind of bright reaction. I opened my eyes wide, only to see the Ruby melt into my hand. We both just stared, before I felt the same sensation of flexing available, like my claws. With a simple flex, the gem reappeared in my hand.
“Well,” Said Selve, “I don’t think anywhere could be safer than that.”
I held it up into the air and glared at it. I think I honestly hated it, deeply. Not just for what it did to me, but also for what it could do. My memories and experiences of hell were vague and small, almost totally just information of information, like a game of telephone. I don’t remember the plane of torture, but I remember myself knowing it was a plane of unending torture, with trillions of trillions of souls. The soul-mental barrier was still in my head, blocking it all out.
But the absolute dread and pain just brushing against that barrier caused was enough to leave me screaming if I wasn’t careful.
This stupid gem could do it again, and again. I could literally send people to hell with this. And that was from a random man with a shitty half remembered demon ritual he had learned by accident. What could someone with a dedicated research team and experience do? Something unforgivable probably. Visions of the entire planet of earth being swallowed up by hell filled me with a horror that wasn’t normal. Those endless souls didn’t just come from one or a billion worlds, that’s for certain. No need to add to it.
I made the gem disappear and committed to dying in the explosion of a star before I ever gave it up or let it see the light of day again. Hopefully it’d get eaten by a black hole or something eventually.
I sighed. The day was going great but the future was looking shaky. I couldn’t stay here but I had already made some inroads on what to do. Just nothing concrete yet. But more than that, I’d started thinking about what I actually wanted out of this world. If anything in this world is possible then…
Suddenly my door slammed open and I nearly leapt into the air. Selve was standing there, panting, looking wild eyed.
“Hah hah hah. Problem, problem, there’s a problem.”
“Selve?! What’s going on?!”
What on earth had happened?! Was it more of The Baron’s men? Wait, was it some kind of demon hunters or-
“The Heroes. The Heroes are here!”
My mind blanked.
What?
