Legal stuff: No minors should read this - period. If you don't know if you're a minor or not, you shouldn't be reading this. Please do not freely distribute or change any of this. Feel free to ask me if you'd like to post it somewhere else. All characters, locations, items, etc. are open content, though the story itself is not. I'd like to give a shout out to TC Shan, who inspired this story (kudos if you can guess what story inspired me - it shouldn't be that tough), and to a certain Seattle based gaming company bought out by a larger, more mainstream game company, that publishes a little game which I use as the definative source for all of my fantasy material.

Warning!!! This story contains scenes of forced consentual rape, and references to the demonic, particularly as pertaining to tentacles. This is your last chance to turn back or risk explosive consequences.
 

Kianna sat by herself in the corner of the crowded bar. Normally, the attractive half-elf would have drawn more attention in her sexy, revealing attire. Her long legs were covered to just below mid thigh by long, leather boots, revealing an unresistable expanse of milky-white thigh that never seemed to end... not until her one-piece leather bodice began, that is, starting with a thong-styled bottom that left only the naughtiest bits to the imagination and fitted her her torso like a glove. A somewhat small breastplate, glimmering a silvery-blue even in this weak light, covered her breasts and sternum... and that all there was to her apparel. If one could pull themselves away from staring at her blindingly gorgeous face, almond-shaped eyes of blue-green, and lustrous, shoulder-length chestnut hair, he might wonder how any of that was supposed to protect her, or keep her warm for that matter. One might also notice the fine, silvery sword strapped to her back, and realize that her lithe body was well-toned, with muscles, albeit small ones, clearly defined on her uncovered arms and legs. He might conclude that this was a woman not dealt with lightly, and that the blinding good looks, emphasized by the sex-appeal of her attire, were just another weapon for her - designed perfectly to distract an opponent. One wouldn't be entirely correct however - each item of clothing was enchanted with powerful elvish magic, and her armor wasn't just for show. One might have noticed all of those things, had she not drawn her elvish cloak tightly around her, keeping her unobserved from all but the most inquisitive.

A brooding man, just as curious-looking, and yet just as unobserved as the half-elf, sat down across from her.

"I have a lead on Malus, just as you requested..."

Kianna kept her composure, though the anticipation was welling up inside. Almost twenty winters ago, when she was just a child, the insidious demon killed her father, a skilled ranger and fiendslayer. Now, though to a human's eyes she appeared to be but a young maiden, perhaps not even sixteen seasons, she was consumed by a desire to avenge her father's death.

"But," the dark man continued. "You must be sure of the path you are to take. Your father was a skilled warrior, as I have no doubt you are, but Malus... There are no words to describe his evil. Your father died a terrible, painful death, and I wish not the same for one so fair..."

"I must know, Derwin. You have been a true friend, and I see the torment in your eyes, but you must let me do this, or I will never know peace in my life."

The conviction in Kianna's light, melodious voice almost stirred him to tears, that a woman, more a girl actually, was willing to look death in the face. He was old, a grizzled old veteran, and he had seen far too much death in his day, but for this child to be so adamant... But there was no way around it. If not him, Kianna would seek out the demon prince from other, possibly less reputable sources, and if she was determined to do this, then the worst thing he could do would be for her to feel alone, as though she had no friends in the world. If she was dead set, he could at least support her decision, even if he thought it to mean her own demise.

"Very well. Know then, that the demon prince has a most loathsome ability. No one knows much about it, as none have ever survived direct combat with him. It seems he can produce a substance, a fluid, ooze, or something similar, that drives man and woman alike to the heights of sexual desire..." Kianna screwed up her face as if the notion were absurd. "Or so it's said."

"Then I shall have to avoid his fluids, whatever they may be, at all cost, won't I?"

Derwin nodded in agreement.

"He is not far. Less than a tenday's march to the north. This map will show you the way." He slid a rolled up parchment across the table. "You have been almost like a daughter to me. Please, come home."

Kianna took the scroll and pocketed it within her cloak. A smile finally crept onto her grim visage. "I could bring you his head when I return."

Derwin chuckled softly as the petite warrior stood and walked out of the tavern, apparently unnoticed by any of its patrons. As Kianna walked out, quite possibly for the last time, Derwin thought grimly, he couldn't help but compare her to the evil foe she hunted. The demon prince was massive, towering over Derwin himself, and he was not a small man.

He recalled his own battle with the demon - no one had fought Malus directly and lived to tell the tale... because Derwin had never shared the tale of his own encounter. He remembered the details of that fight, the ruddy skinned demon wielding that massive blade as if it were light as a feather, his blacked horns twisting towards the sky, and that horrible laughter... He pictured Kianna fighting in his place, her small, narrow figure dwarfed by the enormous arch-fiend. She stood only a few inches above five feet, and Derwin would have put her weight right around 100 pounds. She should have been raised with her mother, with the elves, dancing under the stars. She would have been perfect for a dancer... A single tear rolled down Derwin's cheek as the young warrior marched towards her fate.

*****

The temple reeked of evil - evil was a palpable, tangible thing in this place. It crept up her spine, and filled her lungs. The evil of this place was oppressive.

It was certainly secluded enough. Through a dark forest, up a hill side, then down deep through a labrynth of caves. It would have been impossible to find without her map, and she thanked Derwin again, though the atmosphere of this place was beginning to shake her resolve. Still, she clutched her father's blade firmly in her hands and pressed on. This would end today, one way or another.

She had abandoned her torch, as well as her cloak, at the entrance to the underground temple. The halls were aglow with a weak light, but due to the elvish blood running through Kianna's veins, it was more than enough illumination for her to see by. The air was also warm, unnaturally humid she instinctively knew. Though her cloak helped her to blend into her surroundings, she had no intention of hiding from Malus, nor did she care to sweat underneath it or have it tangle her up.

As she passed side chamber after side chamber down the long hallway, the humidity became oppressive, and moisture began to accumulate on her flawless skin. She wasn't quite sure when the air became scented, almost like incense, or maybe spices, but she could somehow sense that the smell came at the end of the long hall. As Kianna approached, the smell intensified, and as it became stronger, it appealed to her more and more. The heat continued to build, Kianna's body beginning to relax as though she were lounging in the steam room of her favorite bath-house. Out of the corner of her eye, Kianna noticed that the walls of the temple were completely dry, and, stretching an arm to her side idly to run her finger along the wall as she walked, she noticed, with less surprise than she would have expected from herself, that it was quite cool to the touch.

It took her several moments to notice that she was standing in the center of a fairly large chamber at what must have been the end of that long hall. She almost didn't believe that she could blank out like that, and ran a hand through her hair as she turned to look back the way she came. There it was all right... the hallway seemed to stretch on, and there was only the one way out of this room. She would have been more concerned, if she weren't distracting herself with her other hand, lazily creeping between her legs...

Kianna snapped out of it, for the most part. "What am I doing? And what... happened to my sword?" She realized at last that she had dropped it, though she could hardly believe she would do such a thing. She glanced about, but as a thick blanket of black fog covered the floor, it would be almost impossible to find, or so her addled mind reasoned. The heat was still intense, and cloying, making her leather vestments cling uncomfortably to her body. She looked around as a naughty idea raced through her thoughts...

The room was empty, except for the source of that irrestibly delectable aroma, some sort of oil lamp set upon an ornate altar, billowing the heavy mist that clung to the ground, obscuring all sight beneath her knees. Biting her lower lip, she began to unfasten her armor, her heart beating wildly in her chest as she fumbled with the clasps.

"I can't get rid of this damn, annoying feeling..." She looked back into the hall as her breastplate fell to the ground with a soft, squishy noise, followed by her leather bodice. Kianna was unconcerned with the inconsistancy of the sounds, and she sighed in satisfaction as her body was finally released from its confines, revealing her well-toned stomach, typically small, but perky elven breasts, and dripping wet snatch. If there was any question before, there was no doubt as to Kianna's ripe, young form now. Her legs were slender, but well muscled, ending in a perfectly rounded heart-shaped ass. Though her hips flared only gently from her thin waist, she was certainly not devoid of any curves, and her profile continued quite nicely up her body to the pert mounds and rock-hard nipples that began to take her attention. "No one's around... I can.. ahh, satisfy myself... then, mm, then look for Malus..."

A huge hand fell upon her shoulder. "But child, you've already found me."

Kianna spun around, almost shaken from the spell once again, and stared up. And up. Perhaps thrice again as tall as Kianna, the demon prince looked down upon her with an evil grin. Muscle built upon muscle, stretching his dark red skin taught. His visage was demonic, but, for some inexplicable reason, Kianna found him... attractive. She tried to remind herself of her father, and revenge, and though she found that she did indeed loathe this creature, she felt a stirring in her loins looking upon him. Caught completely stunned, she hardly reacted when his tentacles, rising up from the organic floor of the temple all around her, too numerous to count, began to wrap around her legs and body. It was only when she realized each tentacle was thoroughly covered with, dripping copiously, in fact, a dark, oily slime, and that each tentacle that wrapped around her body seemed intent on smearing that slime over every exposed part of her skin, rubbing back and forth against her alabaster flesh and massaging the slime into her pores, that she tried to scream...

Only to have another tentacle slide between those delectable lips and down her throat, pouring the oily liquid directly into her body.

"Perhaps now you realize what oil that precious lamp of mine is burning. Just the smell of it... well, you know well enough how potent it is." Already, her body lit up with unbearable sensativity wherever his appendages spread the foul substance. His tentacles manipulated Kianna in the air so that her back rested upon his chest. One of his hands began to pinch and roll her breast between his fingertips, such was the size difference between them, while the other hand easily parted her thighs and began to rub firmly against Kianna's womanhood.

"On contact, your body will begin to burn with unchecked lust until you hopelessly crave it like an addiction..." He continued on, "but by ingestion... you're taking my pure essence directly into your body. Soon, you will be nothing more than a slut, ruled by desires too depraved even for some of my succubi..." She tried to fight the desires building within herself, tried to ignore the sound of his voice, tried to shut her legs, tried to spit out the vile substance in her mouth around the invading appendage... but it was all just so good. Her body felt aflame, and she yearned for release; though throughout her life, she had been naive about anything sexual, filthy images and wholly sinful cravings filled her mind. Her back arched uncontrollably, and her hips began to buck, if slowly, to aide the demon's masturbation. She wished desperately for her father to rush in and rescue her, for Derwin to rush in... she tried to think of anything except this vile rape... and then, in her horror, she realized that she was sucking on the tentacle like an eager whore...

And then Kianna didn't care anymore. There wasn't even the notion of not caring - there wasn't a notion of anything at all except for satisfying all of her lusts. The somewhat naive, beautiful half-elf warrior was no more. Kianna sucked the tentacle of the demon prince with wild abandon. Her hands each quested for a spare appendage floating about and began to pleasure them manually, jacking them off and directing the spunk wherever her flesh had yet been untouched. The tentacles had even shredded her boots, flinging the remains to the dark corners of the room, to make especially sure that no part of her body was not thoroughly saturated. Her small, delicate feet pointed straight out, and the slime, already having pooled within her boots, covered them entirely, even in between her slender toes. Just as the dark slime ran down her body in rivulets, it completely soaked her once lustrous, rich brown hair, staining it nearly black. She moaned around the thick meat pumping in and out of her mouth as her hips humped wildly against his hand, desperate for penetration. Kianna rolled her shoulders seductively against his back even as she arched in glorious, torturous, pleasure...

The only sounds rolling down the grand hall of that evil temple, up through the caves surrounding, and out onto the hill sides louder than Malus' horrible laughter, were Kianna's cries of passion...