Mimic

The cell door slammed behind me as I fell to the ground, landing on the hard stone of the dungeon floor. Dampness tainted the air as a chuckle arose from the men on the other side of the door, with muttered pejoratives escaping his lips as a key was slid into a look that ensured I was a prisoner.

“This isn’t necessary,” I muttered as I lifted my face from the ground, to look back at his glaring eyes that peaked between the bars of the wooden door’s window. 

He grinned. I couldn’t see it, but I could hear it in his voice. “That’ll teach ya for being a meddlin’ whore.” 

I frowned and sat up, staring up at him from the ground. He felt superior and I saw no reason to push his vanity further, so I stayed down. “Telling you that what scares you isn’t actually that frightening isn’t a bad thing. It’s a chance for you to pull your head from your ass and live a better life. In peace.”

The man chuckled. “If you think that creature is so fucking friendly, you’ve plenty o’ time to get ta know it.” His head nodded, pointing with his chin at whatever lurked behind me. 

Slowly I turned my head to the back of the cell, only to see a door. Its wooden surface was barely illuminated in the dark cell. A door knob glinted, waiting for me to open it. I raised a brow then stood, turning my back to the man, and looked at the door. “I see…”

“We’ll see how docile you can make ‘em.” He chuckled with the superiority of a vagrant. “Go on, then… give it a pet.” The man beside him chuckled, turning to look inside to watch me.

“I don’t perform for an audience,” I said sharply but didn’t turn from the innocuous door. My head tilted and I slowly approached, staying but a few feet away. My hand raised then stopped when I noticed a shiny surface on the wood.

Brows furrowed, I pulled a coin from my pouch and flicked it at the door. It hit the side and stuck, adhered to the surface. 

“Ah,” I said and took a step back.

The door’s surface suddenly changed back to the solid dry wood and the coin fell to the ground. My eyes followed it as it bounced on the stone and rolled away. A sigh escaped my lips and I sat down cross-legged from the fake door.

“What’s the matter, girl?” 

I turned my head and glared at them, light catching my serpentine eyes and tossing it back out again. Booth men took a sudden step back, one audibly gasping. As they retreated, I turned, glancing to where the door had been.

It had disappeared, leaving a large, voluminous chest of treasure behind. I tried not to smirk as I looked it over. The gold coin sat at its wooden base, a temptation of wealth waiting for me. Jewels, necklaces, gold, silver, and various trinkets glinted within its slightly ajar lid. Pearls glistened, nearly spilling out as I sat, watching.

A sigh escaped my lips as I leaned back, placing my hands on the stone behind me. “You’re a very lovely chest of treasure, but I’m not interested in wealth.” 

The mimic didn’t move. It waited. They were patient hunters, eager for their prey but ever hidden. It didn’t raise its lid, close, or shift. It sat, watching me without eyes.

“Who made you?” 

Another long silence stretched between us as I waited for an answer, any answer, to come from it. 

“Did they abandon you? Were you captured?” 

Nothing. I pursed my lips and sighed again, running a hand through my hair. Stormrun was known for its history of wizards, which most Guardians knew were vile, filled with a greed for power, and eager to steal and keep an assortment of knowledge and wealth. Mimics were created by them to protect treasure.

A whole new life form given no choice in its purpose, created to nurture greed. I had never met one before, but from all I had read, they were murderous guard dogs without care for those they consumed. 

This one was likely a cast-off from the before days, a creature invented and discarded when the Ruins came. So it sat, playing chicken with me, forgotten in a dungeon and used to frighten and kill prisoners. 

I inhaled deeply and focused on what I wanted from it. To be itself, to discard everything else, the manifest itself as it were. My eyes narrowed as I focused on it. 

“You know I don’t want treasure, friend. Try another way.”

I slowly closed my eyes and held them closed. Not a sound was made. As I opened them a cot sat before me, plush mattress and pillow, sheets blowing softly in a breezeless cell. 

“Very clever. But I have slept on many a stone floor in many a dungeon. Cast off. Like you. Try again.”

Once more I closed my eyes, giving but a few moments, before reopening them to see a large brown ooze that waited, globulous and shapeless. I finally smiled. “Well, hello. It’s so nice to meet you.”

I took my glove off and raised a hand, offering a bare skin palm. It slunk forward, expanding and contracting before a single appendage grew from the ooze and touched my palm. Their touch was hesitant, caressing softly before becoming excited and expanding outward. 

From within the ooze, a mouth manifested, with sharp great teeth and a long, thick tongue. Its tongue lapped at my hand, tasting my skin, as it crept up my arm, leaving a trail on my shirt and jacket.

“There you go. See. You can just be you. I just want you.” 

The mimic moved forward, enclosing my arm in its body. The tongue lapped at my face, sticking to me, long trails of viscous fluid linked its tongue to my throat and cheek as it explored. I leaned back, letting its tongue trail down my shirt, pulling at the fabric as it went.

My fingers pulled my second glove off, throwing it to the side before shrugging off the jacket. I pulled the thin fabric of my dirty shirt over my head and unlaced the breeches. As soon as my chest was bare, the mimic’s tongue was there, warm and sticky. It twirled the tip of its tongue around my breasts, teasing the nipples as I moaned and shifted to peel the pants and boots off my body. 

The clothing hit the floor and the creature engulfed me, wrapping a tongue around my waist to pull me within its mouth. Pressure surrounded me as darkness swallowed my body. Warm ooze embraced my body, touching everything at one time. Small appendages caressed the few exposed parts of my body.

I gasped, crying out as suction pulled hard at my nipples and breasts, distending the flesh. My eyes opened in the darkness to see the opening of the creature, the sharpened teeth. Within it, it devoured me.

Squelching noises echoed in the cell. I barely heard the shouts over a moan that escaped my lips as the mimic pushed its jelly being into me, invading my opening slowly, inch by agonizing inch, filling every crevice. Its viscous slime stuck to me everywhere, pulling skin and hair, compressing my throat, and muffling my cries by covering my mouth. 

I was allowed to breathe in its depths but only barely as it swallowed me entirely, closing me within its innards. Its appendages explored, wrapping around my arms and my legs to hold me still within it, as it pushed against my unexplored entrance. I tried to cry out, only to feel it ooze into my mouth and trickle into my throat. 

It undulated around and inside of me, each shudder driving its jelly-like being deeper. Nothing was left unexplored. My muffled cries vibrated against it as it shoved itself deeper, filling my throat and down to my stomach, bulging my body with its invasion.

Pulsing within me, it slid upward, expanding my passage and sliding thin tendrils even deeper, piercing into my womb. I tried to cry out, only to feel it eat my cry with its presence. Slowly that opening was expanded and it pushed itself deeper still, filling me up, causing my stomach to expand and wiggle with its tendrils within. 

My lungs burned as I barely breathed around it. Deep within me, exploring the passage between my mouth and where I relieved myself, it pushed hard, seeking itself within my guts. My body shuddered, overwhelmed by the intense and intrusive sensations running through my body. 

A plopping sound echoed as it pushed out my other end, thrusting from my mouth through my body. Every cell in me shuddered and spasmed at the intensity of its hunger for me, suction and pulsing within and on my body sending my mind to oblivion. I contorted and twisted yet didn’t move in its bindings, losing myself in the fullness of its sensations.

Each breath I managed to find was shallow and teasing, leaving me dazed and lost within the being’s body. My quivering invaded form shuddered in its depths, soft sucking and wet sounds surrounding me. The sounds of laughter and shouts were things I could barely register as the mimic filled me with itself.

Light trickled inside as its mouth opened. I reached a hand up, its tendrils straining to hold my skin before snapping apart and releasing me with suckling noises as they left behind a brownish fluid on my skin. My fingers closed on the opening between wicked teeth, hoisting myself upwards. 

The tongue wrapped around me, pulling me forward so I tumbled out of its depths, parts of its ooze still nestled in my body. My naked form sprawled out before it, various appendages still clinging to my flesh and invading my depths, pulsing hungrily. 

I barely noticed the sound of the door unlocking as I breathed in the air, the mimic giving me a pause to suck in much-needed life before returning to having its length running through my body. I whimpered, laying before it, its body invading each entrance to my own, as the guards opened the door and stared.

Its great tongue lapped at my body, flicking a nipple and breasts that clung to its adhesive juice before snapping back against my chest. It languidly wandered over my skin, licking its own fluids covering my flesh before teasingly touching the tender flesh between my thighs. 

I cried out, making nothing but muffled moans on the ground as it played with me. Slime bound my wrists and legs, holding me perfectly positioned for its hunger. My hips bucked wildly against its tongue, which lapped eagerly until I cried out and trembled in its grasp.

Slowly its oozing pieces slid out of me, returning to the mimic’s treasure chest shape. The men stood, transfixed, as it turned my body so I faced them, hips raised, the mimic doing all it could to be what they wanted as well. The appendage in my mouth slid within me and slowly moved the length of my body before slipping out and into the mimic’s depths.

I cried out in pleasure, my moans echoing and loud. The mimic held my hips and leg, letting me claw at the ground as its tongue pushed into my passage, larger than any of its invasions I had felt within it. A scream echoed from me as it stretched me further with its diving fury, expanding me and thrusting into me over and over again. 

A slurping sound filled the air as its tongue worked me, sending chills and pleasure ripping through my already tormented body. “Please,” I finally gasped out, mind overwhelmed with sensation. Its tongue paused for a teasing moment before moving harder and faster, hitting my depths and curling upwards.

Another scream left my body as I shuddered on the ground, releasing ripping through my body. Slowly it released me, slipping its appendages and tongue off of me to return to its inanimate visage, leaving me covered in its viscous fluid at the feet of the guards. 

I rolled over, panting, barely able to look up at them as I caught my breath. Slowly I moved to my knees and then sat, leaning back against the mimic, which softened to comfort my form. I stroked it softly before looking back at them.

“You’ll stop treating them like a caged creature and let them go. Give them a chance to be their own master.”

The men stared, mouths still slack in disbelief, but one finally nodded and stepped back. “S-sure.”

They left, running to tell their masters of what they had seen. I shivered against my lover. “It’s time to go.”

 

Kelpie

 The farmer stared at me as I watched the mist roll in off of the loch, scenting the air with tranquility and mystery. His grey eyes narrowed, piercing the haze with years of experience. Yet nothing wandered forward. An eerie song note hung in the air before disappearing, leaving goosebumps on my arms and a look of confidence on his face.

“See!” he gestured to the misty lake. 

I shrugged. “A maid could be singing on the other side. Don’t the locals do their washing here?” 

He grimaced then set his jaw with determination. “No one comes. Not now. It’s killed too many.”

“How?”

A look of sorrow touched his features but I kept my eyes on the mist, waiting to see some movement or proof of this creature’s haunting beauty. “He lures you in. You touch him, he drowns you. Devours you, maybe alive. We find bits on the shore.”

I tilted my head. “What else is in the water?”

“Well, this and that. People used to fish. But not in a long time. Not now.”

“No other creature lurks? It’s a deep lake, friend.”

His greying beard complimented the aged skin and skeptical eyes, making the farmer seem more reasonable than perhaps he was. I turned from looking at the water and finally truly looked at him. He wore clothes befitting a man who worked with cattle, old and dirty. Yet a delicate silver chain hung at his neck.

“Perhaps, Guardian. But none that I have seen. This,” he stabbed his finger passionately towards the softly lapping waters of the lake, “I have seen and heard. He destroys my farm! Chases me from the water! Torments anyone who goes near! Kills you if you get too close!”

I tried not to sigh and grimaced. “What you describe is how any animal would act if their home was invaded, especially if they had young. Your cattle are much the same.”

“Nay. He talks.” 

“Oh. That’ll make things much easier.” I leaned over to pick up the gear bag I carried with me everywhere. The farmer touched my shoulder as I stood, his eyes just a touch wilder than they had been before.

“You aren’t listening to me, girl.” 

I inhaled slowly. “That necklace. Where did you get it?”

He blinked, thrown off guard. “Years ago.”

“From?”

“My daughter. She brought it home one day.”

“Did she say where she got it?” I pulled gloves onto my hands as we stood, talking.

He stroked the necklace and shook his head. “Nay. Said she found it.”

“When did this creature start harassing you and yours?” 

He blinked, considering. “Maybe a year later.”

“And your daughter?”

The farmer sighed. “Married a young man from away. I haven’t seen her for a time. About a year ago….”

“You’re lucky she loves you so. But,” I opened my hand to take it. “I’ll need it.”

He balked. “You said you didn’t need more than the food.”

“Changed my mind. On account of the children in pieces story. Give me the necklace.”

“But my girl-”

I shrugged. “Fine. Good luck with your monster.” I turned and began to walk down to the worn path, letting the mist start to engulf me.

“Fine!” he called, huffing as he ran up to me, hand outstretched with the necklace. 

My fingers closed around it before shoving it in my pocket. “Thank you. I’ll deal with your monster. Don’t follow me. Don’t come to see what happens. Simply stay here. If I need to come back, I will.” 

Before he could reply I wandered into the mist, heading towards the lake’s shoreline. Not a sound could be heard as I walked, eyes watching the water. A haunting note touched the air, then another, filling the mist with an ethereal calling I had never heard before.

Sunlight didn’t dare pierce the fog, leaving me entrenched in grey mist. I stopped whenever the song began, listening to which direction it came from. As I neared the music, the odd bone and skull lined the path, a warning to any who wandered near. 

The soft sound of a horse snorting touched the air. He stood at the edge of the water, ebony body dripping. His black eyes turned, looking at me as my steps slowed. Ears perked, curiosity showing in his raised head.

I stopped walking, several feet away from the horse. His eyes watched me for several long moments before he finally walked forward, nostrils flaring. The horse lowered his head, stretching out his neck so his nose came towards me.

My lips pulled into a bit of a smile before I stepped backward, just enough to stay away from his face. “I hear you can talk,” I said softly. “Or else the farmer has been touched.”

He stopped and stamped his hoof, as though indignant at being sold out. The nostrils flared once more before he tossed his head to the side and took several steps forward, hair still dripping, his body leaving a trail of water behind. 

“I can,” he finally said, prancing behind me in mock dancing.

I tilted my head to look at him and stepped away. “Well met, horse.”

“Dŵr,” he corrected and stepped towards me again. “I long for a rider. Won’t you come with me? Ride the waves.”

I smirked. “I mean, I would love to ride you, but perhaps not your back.” 

The horse snorted and then chuckled. “Would that I could, girl. But that has long since left me.”

I watched him prance towards me again, sweet horse noises coming from him as I shied away. It was almost strange to watch a horse move to seduce. His coat gleamed, even in the grim light, as he moved about me, coming closer each time I stepped away.

“Is that why you attack those who come near? Drown them?”

He paused in his flirtation to stop and look at me. “Something was stolen from me. They have it.”

“And if I were to return to you…”

“Then perhaps you could ride me. But it is long since gone. Without it, I will...” He trailed off and looked to the road, a strange stillness in his beauty. 

I grimaced. “What?”

“Perish. Without… this trinket, we fade. Tis been a year. I will soon be just a memory to you, woman.” 

I sighed and finally stepped towards him, stroking his forehead with my gloved hand. He stilled beneath my touch. “You are a striking horse, Dŵr,” I murmured to him. My fingers gently massaged the skin of his head. 

Slowly he turned so that his back aligned with my body. “Please,” he asked, almost pained in his need. I exhaled a slow breath, dropping my bag on the ground. Quietly I slid a knife to my boot before I returned to the horse and pulled myself atop his back.

“As you wish, Dŵr.” I leaned down to caress the mane, my gloves instantly soaked from the water of his body. 

He snorted a thank you and turned suddenly, body shimmering with liquid instead of black fur. The water clung to me, wrapping my hand in its liquid mane and sticking my clothing to his back. I tried lifting my leg to find I couldn’t, the beast’s river water coat had trapped me. 

The river greeted its child with cold water and high splashes. Musical notes emitted from the kelpie as he danced in the water, spraying us both in his joy. He reared, trying to force me to grab him with both hands.

“Dŵr!” I shouted at him above the sound of waves and splashing. “No deeper.”

“Just a bit more!” he said with joy, rearing again before running across the water’s surface, body composed of water and mist. His muscles thundered beneath me, spraying me with each stride. I pulled back on his hair to slow him, to get him to hear me. 

“I can’t! We have to go back! Stop!” 

My words echoed across the lake and the creature stopped, body vanishing from beneath me. I plunged into the cold lake, shivering instantly as the water swallowed me. His strange music vibrated through the lake, echoing in the water as I gathered my bearings and began to swim for the surface.

Red glowing eyes appeared in the darkness as he ran beneath the surface towards me, pounding into my body with the force of a wave. Instantly my body stuck to him again, dragging me along the surface as I coughed and sputtered. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice barely audible in the water’s thundering noise before he dove below the surface once more. 

I reached into my pocket and grabbed the silver chain before reaching for my knife. Slowly I pulled myself closer to his neck, using one hand to inch my way up his body, cutting the clothing sticking to him free. The fiery eyes looked into mine with a mixture of excitement and sorrow, fear and hate, before he turned to bite my hand that held the blade. My hand moved out, looping the chain around his neck and let it go.

My body was instantly free from the kelpie’s skin. I kicked to the surface, coughing up water and spinning to look around me, trying to find the horse. The water lapped quietly against me, leaving me alone in the mist.

Black hair broke the surface followed by dark eyes and a dangerous smirk. My arms tread water as I watched him turn and look at me, hunger and knowing on his striking face. The silver chain glimmered around his neck, highlighting the tattoos that lined his bare chest. 

He swam to me, moving as quickly as a shadow, body slamming into mine. Lips closed around my own, tongue playing with mine as our bodies pressed together. Held against him, I stayed afloat. A moan escaped my lips as he trailed a kiss down my neck to my throat, tasting the river water as he went.

“Thank you,” he breathed against me before finding my lips once more. “Do you,” he murmured, nipping my bottom lip, “still wish to ride me?” The kelpie kissed me hard, strong arms holding me against him in the water. 

“I do,” I moaned against him. His fingers slipped over my naked skin, before taking the knife from my one hand.

“You were very brave.” The knife slid over my chest and thigh to the material of my undergarment. With ease, he slit it open and pulled it from my body. The knife was tossed to the shore, leaving me naked and exposed.

He slipped into the water, teeth biting the inside of my thigh before trailing upwards. I wrapped my legs around his shoulder, crying out as his mouth found my center and devoured me. My hips bucked against him as I held to his long hair, pushing his face into my body with each wave of pleasure.  

My cries echoed over the water as my fingers tangled in his hair, mounting to a pinnacle as he lapped and sucked at every tender part of me. I shuddered in his arms and tried to pull away as I bucked wildly, sensations overwhelming me. 

His head broke the surface again as he met my mouth and swallowed me in a passionate kiss. I moaned into him, whimpering as his fingers slid inside me, feeling my slickness even in the lake.  A grin showed on his lips as we parted, fingers sliding upward to my breasts to tease and pinch the hardened nipples.

“I can’t hold my breath like that,” I said, half moaning when he pulled harder.

“So then ride me, girl. As you said you wanted. Show me how you ride a beast.”

I turned, pushing my back against his chest. His hands ran up my spine to hold my shoulders, steadying me in the water. One hand slid around my hip,  guiding me downward atop him. His thick, engorged length pushed upwards and inside, parting me with ease. Wee booth moaned, holding to another as he settled inside of me. 

His hand wrapped around my waist and upwards, grabbing my breast hard enough bruises would form. I cried out, arching my back as he thrust again, and again, building a rough steady rhythm as the water rocked us. 

My hand went behind me, touching his cheek before sliding down to his neck. I fingered the silver chain, tugging at it playfully. He moaned and kissed my neck, nipping my ear lobe. “Careful, girl. That beast is wild.”

I pulled harder, snapping it off of his neck. Water rushed around us, filling him as he grew, liquid replacing flesh and size engorging. I cried out, the horse above me, hips still wildly thrusting as his expansive length thundered into me. 

His front legs clung to my side, sticking to me and ensuring I stayed as I needed to be for him to thrust. My cries heightened and the horse whinnied, mixing our sounds with water sloshing across the surface. The waves carried us as the kelpie thrust, pushing himself in further and further with each stroke, stretching me to make room for his massive length. 

Each thrust brought us closer to shore until his hooves hit land, giving him more strength to mount and buck within me. I held to his legs, mane tangling with my hands as we rutted, pain from his size and pleasure pulsing within my body. 

The kelpie cried out, his noises echoing across the lake. With a few more deep grunts he shuddered, holding me steady on his hardness as he twitched and released. Seed spilled within me, dripping out of my small opening to the waster below and leaking down my leg. 

His head lowered to my cheek, pressing against me with affection before I slid the chain back over his neck and we collapsed on the beach together, his length still nestled inside amongst his release. 

Behind me, he panted softly before laughing as he kissed my shoulder and tweaked a cold erect nipple. “I can’t say I’ve done that before. You are quite the woman.”

I leaned my head back to gaze at him briefly. His fingers played with the necklace, body impervious to the icy water that lapped at our mingled legs. “So. Now that you won’t perish, will you stop terrifying the farmers?”

Dŵr shifted, letting me lay flat against the sand as he knelt between my thighs. “I will, on a promise from you.” 

My eyes watched him as he leaned forward, tip of his length teasing my stretched opening. A small moan escaped my lips. “What do you want, kelpie?”

He smirked. “Take me with you.”

I pursed my lips and smirked before crying out as he thrust inside, hard and eager. My whole body responded, shuddering against him. 

“Well?” his teeth nipped my earlobe.

“As you wish,” I finally replied after he thrust again. 

His mouth buried mine with his own, our hunger for each other overriding the cold that tugged at my body as he pounded into me, mixing human and equine seed within me. Our moans filled the air, playing in the mist as the lake released her monster to me.  

Demon

 I stared up at the expanse of stone and memories before me, listening to the wind push past me and whip the royal heraldry about. A soft red glow emanated from every opening and window in the wall, warm and inviting, promising delights within. I felt the tug at my core and knew what hungered within.

Behind me, an army waited. Their silken banners swayed in the wind, eyes turned towards me as I stood alone before the castle’s gate. Templars roamed the army, white against the black and red banners, eyes fervent with war. They came here to destroy the thing within. To send it back to the depths from whence it came.

My eyes wandered over them, eager as fighting dogs to sink their teeth into the creature within. I pursed my lips and locked eyes with the commander. She gave a small smirk and a curt nod. Her holy symbol glinted in the fleeing sun that dipped behind the horizon, welcoming the chill of night.

The gate groaned and slowly rolled open, revealing low fires lounging in the courtyard. Strange music could barely be heard in the air but whispered in my ears of delicious temptations. I took a breath and then walked in. The gate rolled closed behind me, cutting me off from the army that waited to conquer.

Heat enveloped me as I walked between the hungering flames. Behind each flame creatures lounged, bodies shamelessly naked. Their mouths and bodies merged, pleasing and tasting, sometimes feeding, on humans who had been seduced. Their knowing eyes met mine and their smirks followed me as I continued my way through the maze of lust.

The front door of the castle creaked open. Servants were nowhere to be found as I walked inside, listening to the sounds of moans and whimpers. The music grew louder as I wandered, following the twinkling notes through the castle’s heart. 

Within every room, temptation lived. Great tables were laden with food where servants sat, gorging themselves until they choked or collapsed in exhaustion. Alcohol was in every cup, drunken humans cheering themselves only to pour another cup and another. Several napped in great luxurious beds where demons played with their dreams, reminding them of their base lusts.  

In the great ballroom, the music crescendoed. Bodies swirled in erotic dance, as demons and humans mated in every corner, ono every table. They ate food around couples fully entangled. Wine was poured over their writhing forms, lapped by eager tongues. 

I moved my way around the perimeter, watching the lost souls entangled in unknown servitude. A glass was offered and I stepped away, only to walk into the bare chest of an elegant creature, a grin on their face as my body pressed against theirs.

“Nothing seems to interest you, my dear.”  Their voice was silk. I would’ve gone with them if they had just offered to read to me.  

“Is this your doing?” I asked curiously, a brow raised as I gestured to the room. 

“Hm, perhaps. Does it bother you?” Their fingers snapped and silence suddenly replaced the melodies and the moans. The hall was suddenly dark, filled with broken glasses and bodies strewn about, human and demon alike. 

I grimaced. “War?”

“Isn’t it always, pet?” Fingers touched my long braid. The truth faded away behind the corrupted world. The smell of death and decay was replaced with honey and roasted food. “Now. What were we talking about?” Their grin was beautiful. A graceful long-fingered hand gestured to the stairs.

I followed. “What would you need, do you suppose, to live at peace with them?” 

We hit the landing and I glanced out the balcony to the sweeping army. They stood behind me, a full three feet taller, if not more. Fingers caressed my shoulders as we looked out. I could smell sex and wine on them, and a strange musk that pulled me in.

A low chuckle rumbled out of them. “What you ask is impossible. They deny us, and so we ensnare them. To show them how to debase they are. How weak.” 

I grimaced. “So you humiliate them to show them that they shouldn’t deny you?”

The demon grinned and lowered their head to my neck, long tongue lapping up the sensitive skin. “We provide them what they deny, and so they lose themselves.”

“What if they saw you for who you are? Just another being.”

Another laugh. Hands wandered over my thighs and sides, fingers nearly caressing the sides of my breasts as we stood together. “Is that what you see, pet? Just another being? Like you?”

I turned to look up at them. “I think you’re extraordinary. But so are they.”

A long nail raked under my chin and tilted my head upward. “You find me extraordinary?”

“I do. You’re incredible. All you do.  All you offer. The fullness you give yourself.” 

Their long tongue flickered over my lips. “But…?”

“These people aren’t here by their choice. This is magic.”

The demon hissed and stepped back. “They chose!”

“That’s not what choice looks like,” I said softly. “Can I kiss you?”

Their black eyes widened. “You want to?”

“Yes, but only if you wish it.”

A grin showed on their lips as they leaned down, lips brushing my own. My mouth parted and their tongue snaked inside, pushing deep and far. Long fingers laced behind my head to pull me deeper into the kiss. I moaned against them, hands touching their bare chest.

Slowly they pulled away, tongue sliding out of me and dripping before returning to their sharp teethed maw. We stared at each other for a time, a lingering truth between us. “Show them,” I finally said. “Show them what you do when it is wanted, not what is taken in fear. Let them see your gifts without the stupor of magic and illusion.”

They tilted their head. “As you wish.”

We suddenly stood outside, the great balcony that stood outside the monarch’s chambers below our feet. Beneath the balcony, the army sat. Scarlett light flourished around us, illuminating our bodies. I felt the eyes of the arm more than saw them.

“Still game, pet?”

My eyes wandered over their body, sculpted and beautiful. “Yes.”

Their hand grabbed my wrist then the other. They grew from solid to writhing as fingers became long tendrils that circled my arms and pulled them upwards, securing them far above my head to seemingly thin air. My feet barely touched the ground.

“What would sway you to see things my way, pet?” Their hands traveled up my body, fingers moving around my hip to slip beneath the fabric of the dress I wore. Nails scratched my inner thigh, bringing a gasp from my lips before they played over the sensitive skin between my thighs. 

Another hand slid upwards, cupping my breast and tweaking the nipple before pinching it hard and digging in their nails. I cried out, bucking back against them. “More,” I whispered. “Please. Give me more.”

I could feel their grin. “Louder, pet.”

I opened my eyes and looked at the army below. “Please hurt me more.” I nearly yelled it. 

“As you wish,” they hissed. Their hands released my body and grabbed the fabric, ripping it off of my body and tossing the shreds to the ground. Nails slid down my thighs and pulled upward, leaving big red claw marks, but not drawing blood.

Fingers laced into my hair, pulling my head back and pushing their tongue down my throat. Our kiss ignited fire, plunging deeper to join with me. Their body was naked, smooth, and muscular. One-hand slid between their thighs, massaging until a length grew, erect, hard, and large. A pressure pushed against my puckered opening from behind. 

“Do you want it?”

“Yes,” I moaned. They pushed forward but not in, teasing my back entrance. “Yes!” I shouted, letting the army below hear me. I gasped as the demon thrust forward, pushing hard and deep within. 

A cheer released from the army below.  The demon laughed against me as they pushed inside, hard and fast, consuming my body with their size and strength. My body shuddered, breasts bouncing and swaying, as the demon thrust.

Beneath us, the army cheered and bellowed. I moaned, shuddering against their body as they stroked. Their tongue pulled from my mouth, elongating to circle my breast and tease a nipple. Then it tightened and squeezed, sending pain and pleasure through me. 

Their hand grabbed my other breast and squeezed, matching the pressure of their tongue. I moaned and whimpered, gasping when their nails grew and pushed into my skin, small droplets of blood showing.

“More?” they snarled in my ear. 

“Please,” I whispered. “Let me show them you like this.”

My lover paused, then reached their hand back down to the silken flesh between my thighs and massaged. A low groan whispered from my lips. They slid from behind me and knelt before me, mouth closing on the skin between my thighs. The snake tongue slid inside, thrusting madly, as II writhed and moaned. 

“Fuck her!” I heard someone yell from below. Flushed, I looked down to the templar commander bluish, our eyes meeting, as she touched her fingers to lips, suddenly shamed by her own words.

“Let me fuck you,” I said, looking down, barely managing words between cries. 

The demon stopped and stood, fingers still caressing as my hips bucked. “With what, pet?” they teased.

I smirked. “Let me be like you. For just a moment. Show you how it feels.” 

The bindings on my arms slid off, falling to the ground around us as the demon smirked and kissed me once more, planting their power within me. Their caressing fingers became stroking as my length erupted, erect and eager. 

I raised a hand and grabbed their horn, pulling them down to my thighs. “Swallow, pet.”

Eagerness showed on their face as they obliged, pulling me into their mouth, letting me push into their throat as my hips thrust. They gagged as I held their horns, drool running down their chin to drip onto their chest. 

I moaned, new sensations of pleasure moving through me I had never felt before. My cries heightened their eagerness, making them move faster as I pushed their head down. Their tongue wrapped around my length, squeezing and stroking, leaving me shuddering. Moans went up my shaft and I groaned in response, our noises reaching the crowds below.

Their head pulled back as creamy liquid shot from the tip, covering their face in my release. A delicious chuckle came from them as they stood, holding my face in their hands and kissing me. I tasted myself on their lips and lapped at the liquid I had never made before. 

“Will you fuck me?” they whispered softly against my face. 

I smirked and bit their bottom lip. “Turn around. Show them.” 

The demon turned, looking down at those who hunted them, as I ran my hands down their back to their thighs and gave a slap. “Tell me you want it,” I commanded, grabbing hold of my length to press against their opening nestled beneath their tail.

“I want it,” they said, wiggling their body at me. 

I smirked and gave another rough slap, eliciting a moaning cry from their lips. “Louder, pet.”

“I want you to fuck me!” they shouted.

Our audience cheered as I grabbed their hips and thrust in, leaning them over the edge of the balcony. Our bodies rocked as I slammed into them again and again, each thrust met with a cry of delight. 

They cried out, body shuddering beneath me as I pushed into their body, pounding into them. Their nails gripped thee stone, nearly breaking it as their shout cut the air. Beneath us, the army cheered, ushering their orgasm with applause.  

Panting, we stopped, bodies slowly rocking until we slid to the stone. I pulled them against me and kissed them deeply. Their tail wrapped around my back and pulled me in. Their fingers brushed my cheek as we pulled apart.

“Now, you are the extraordinary one.”

“We were marvelous, pet.” 

They pushed me back and leaned down, swallowing my length. As they pulled back, it disappeared, pulling their power from me. I whimpered without meaning to.

A soft chuckle escaped them. “Do you think they’ll stop hunting us now?”

“I think they will. If you stop corrupting them when they do not wish it.”

They studied me closely for a moment. “Will you help?”

I smirked, thinking of the commander. “I will introduce you to the woman who can. Come.” 

We stood and I laced my fingers with theirs as we walked back into the castle to meet the army. The ballroom was filled with them, suddenly here and eager. The commander greeted us at the bottom of the stairs, her cheeks flush.

“I am here to entreat you to a parley, Commander. Won’t you join us?” I asked as I offered my other hand to her.

She looked at me then the demon, swallowed back her fear, and took my hand.