; ; "That was shorter than usual."
; ; Shrugging, he went back to the dishes, scrubbing the plates until they shone. His mind drifted to the couch as he looked forward to masturbating like he's done for five years. Even though he hasn't been with a woman in over seven years, he never looked further than his own couch.
; ; He grinned, thinking of Dori's rough attempts to fix him up with Magie, but he resisted. Magie was an attractive woman, but even if he was married to a demonic wife, he was still married.
; ; Behind him, the door to the bedroom opened, but he didn't care. His hands scrubbed at the dishes, thinking of a better time when he and his wife loved each other.
; ; Jon sensed his wife moving closer, feet scraping along the ground. From the noises, he identified where she was in the room and frowned briefly as he realize she was moving to him.
; ; Many ideas floating through his mind, but none of them were of Binia wanting him to do anything other than be yelled at.
; ; Taking a deep breath, he turned around, a pot and brush in his hands.
; ; The demonic creature vaguely looked like his wife. Her wide, snarling face was there, but wider and covered in a thick black skin that had the same texture as her horrid dildo. Bright teeth, the color of rotted wood, shone in the torchlight of the room as it leaned forward on it's impossibly flexible neck.
; ; A deep, rasping breath rattled through his mind as he looked into the blood-colored eyes, trying to find sense of humanity in the dark eyes.
; ; There was none.
; ; Jon began to tremble as the demon lifted on paw and stroked it along his cheek. The massive, single claw was almost as long as his head and tipped with a series of barbed edges; some of the tips opened shallow cuts along the side of his face.
; ; His eyes dropped down, catching briefly on the demon's body. It was fat, fatter than his wife as rolls of the black skin hung off it's hips in thick bulges. It's breasts, the size of massive watermelons, hung loosely in front of it; the amber colored nipples almost touched the ground as it rocked back and forth slightly.
; ; A hissing noise dragged his eyes further down, into the unseeing eyes of the amber-colored snake that pushed between the massive melons. It opened it's mouth, exposing a gaping maw filled with splintered wood; something white and creamy clung to it's teeth as he was blasted with a rotted smell of his wife's excitement.
; ; He looked down at it's feet, jet black and tipped with claws. The jet-black skin shone in the torchlight, setting off the amber-colored toenails that curled down like claws.
; ; The snake between the demon's legs hissed again and Jon saw clearly that it was buried in the demon's pussy, sliding in and out in time with the rasping breath. Part of his mind began to crack, as he realized it was the dildo she has been taunting him for all these years.
; ; With a whimper of building fear, he pulled his gaze back up to the red eyes of his wife, now a demon by some power. Her mouth opened, impossibly wide as the jaw slide out of place.
; ; Jon's eyes widened, watching the teeth-filled mouth as it opened wider than his head. His body began to tremble as he felt trapped by the horrible creature standing in front of him.
; ; His last thought was a prayer that his son never returned home as her claw snapped out, cutting him from throat to groin. The jagged edges of the claws tore painfully into his balls before the demon flicked her claw and ripped them from his body.
; ; Intense pain shot through his system as he watched his intestines pour out of his stomach with a wet, slurping sound. His right hand tried to keep them in, but the hot blood made them slippery and he watched them fall to the ground.
; ; The demon pulled up, ripping his cock out of his hip with a spurt of blood. With a snap, it threw his manhood into it's mouth and chewed on it, watching the glazed fear in his eyes.
; ; In his stomach, past the burning pain that swamped his senses, he felt a crunching noise. With a tired slowness, he looked down to see the black snake-like creature nuzzling inside him, biting down on the hard bone like candy.
; ; His gaze looked up, trying to find pity in the demon's eyes. He saw nothing but his death as she reached out and punched through his chest, searching for his heart.
; ; ---
; ; Across town, Zoria was startled to hear someone knocking on her door. She set down the book, with it's awful words, next to the chair and pushed herself up. The world shook for a second as she felt dizzy, but she pushed it down and headed toward the insistent knocking on the door.
; ; A thick voice drifted through the door, "Zoria? It's me, Jacok."
; ; Zoria frowned, trying to remember a Jacok. She drew a blank as she threaded her way around the remains of her spell and cooking, trying to think as she moved.
; ; As her hand brushed the door, a memory burst into her mind. Jacok was a guard for the temple she was a nun for. He was a headstrong, powerful man who wanted nothing but her company. They spent a great deal of time together, but she was dedicated to her god and couldn't marry. After many years of platonic companionship, Jacok was pulled from the temple to protect a shipment. He never came back.
; ; A tear of hope sparkled in her eye as she fumbled with the door, trying to remember how to throw back the bolt to open it. Her fingers felt clumsy and thick. She managed to wrap them around the cold metal before throwing it back and tossing open the door.
; ; Jacok was standing there, a dark man with dark eyes. His face was scarred, signs of many battles. His left hand twitched, probably a sign of magical torture.
; ; But he was there.
; ; He had the same smile as it brightened at her look. Zoria blushed, feeling naked in her thin shift. His eyes admired her form, a look of lust and happiness bringing the blush stronger on her skin.
; ; Zoria gasped, holding her hand to her mouth, "Jacok."
; ; "Zoria."
; ; He would have said more but she threw herself into his arms, holding him tightly. He found himself holding her close to him, never wanting to let go.
; ; ---
; ; Magie sat down in her chair at home as she licked the last of Zoria's chocolate from her fingers. The door was locked and her children were staying with others that night. She was alone.
; ; She felt the tears begin to well up and she pushed them down. Her eyes drifted up to the single picture in the house. The proud man was standing there in a guard's uniform. The smirk haunted her, both during the day and in her dreams. She remember him hiding something that day, when she commissioned the picture for their first year together.
; ; Underneath the picture was the framed certificate of his death. She never did figure out what he was hiding.
; ; A sob escaped her throat as she struggled with her emotions, still raw and bitter after many years. An ache grew inside her, wanting her husband back from the dead and wanting the pain to end. It grew inside her as she remembered the laughter, the fun.
; ; He died ten years ago, to the date. There was a riot in the town's prison and he rushed out to do his job. Her last memory was of him trying to pull his uniform on in a mist-filled street.
; ; "Oh god!" Her sob burst out into the room as fresh tears poured down her face. The ache grew inside her, consuming her emotions until a bitter pain was left behind.
; ; Magie cried for a long time before the tears stopped flowing. An emptiness filled her as she stared into the fire with unseeing eyes. Memories, blunted with use, sluggishly danced through her head.
; ; Slowly, she parted her legs, hoping to fill the emptiness with something. Her fingers slide down, pulling side the fabric of her panties to expose the thick thatch of hair that barely hid the pink lips below.
; ; A sigh of frustration and depression escaped her as she pushed her fingers through, slowly parting her labia and searching for her clitoris. She found it after a second, soft and cool to the touch. One finger, rough with many years of working, stroked along it, trying to feel it grow harder.
; ; After a minute, it stirred, hardening under her finger as she coaxed it back to life. Her soft breath brushed along her hair as she stroked around it, feeling her body respond sluggishly, as if remembering how to feel pleasure.
; ; Dull whispers of pleasure began to seep into her body as her other hand slide under her shirt to tease her right breast. Her soft skin was cool as she coaxed her nipple into a hardness; her body resisted even the pleasure she craved.
; ; Her pleasure built slowly as she ran her finger along her inner folds, teasing her senses. Below, she could feel her opening begin to warm with a reluctant moist heat. She tried to push her finger inside, but her body clenched against it.
; ; Frustrated, she pushed harder but she could bring herself to slide her finger into her own aching sex. The damp finger slid back up, to tease the hard nub for a few moments before she realized she would be able to reach even the hint of a crest.
; ; It's been ten years since she came. Ten very long, painful years.
; ; With a disgusted sigh, she yanked her fingers back and pushed the dull white underwear back into place. Wiping her fingers briefly, she pulled a blanket over her lap and picked up her book.
; ; ---
; ; In Jena's bedroom, Duket was thrusting his aching cock into her wet opening. The pink folds clung to his shaft as he felt every ripple of her sex around his length. With each stroke, Jena screamed loudly with pleasure.
; ; Duket grinned, watching her face contorted with passion as he felt her velvet sheath around his thick rod. Each stroke brought another scream of pleasure as his cockhead slammed up against her cervix.
; ; Jena's fingers clung tightly to his muscled back, holding him tightly against her as he rammed his cock into her body. Each movement sent hard bolts of pleasure through her eyes, flooding it with the ecstasy her husband could never give.
; ; Duket felt good as he slammed into her hips, spreading her legs further apart to bury more of his length into the hot depths of her body. A strange, excited energy ran through him, inspiring him to longer, harder, faster. His body gleamed with sweat as he did everything he could to plunge his length into the screaming woman.
; ; He shoved his legs forward, pushing hers up until his thighs were cradling her tight ass. He grabbed her tightly, pulling her closer as he changed angles. Each stroke of his cock rammed up against the front of her pussy, stroking powerful nerves that always pushed her over the edge.
; ; Her screams turned to whimpers, begging for him to go faster and harder. Her back arched as her fingers reached for the headboard and clung to it. Duket felt his smile plaster itself to his face as he felt strong and powerful. His emotions pushed him harder as he pounded his cock harder against her hips, spreading her legs apart with each powerful stroke.
; ; His breath grew ragged as he gripped hard on her hips and pounded her with all his strength. He could swear he saw his cockhead push up against her stomach as he put all of his strength into each pounding action.
; ; Jena's whimpers turned into screams of pleasure as her orgasm slammed into her. Duket, sensing her coming, continued to pound hard as his own cock burst inside her, flooding her sex with his hot juices.
; ; Even as the last of his cum poured into her sex, he felt invigorated. Under his hands, he felt the young woman pushing once again on his pounding cock, trying to bury it once against inside her body.
; ; It looked like a long night of pleasure.
; ; Duket decided to give her all he got.
; ; With a growl of excitement, he tightly clung to her hips, almost crushing the bone and thrusted hard. Each stroke pounded into the tight pussy, feeling the wet heat pushing him closer to another orgasm.
; ; He looked down in time to see his cock rip out of her abdomen with a burst of blood. The immediate shock left him continuing to thrust with hard stroke, pushing more blood out of her stomach as she screamed with a strange mix of pain and pleasure.
; ; Below, he could see the crimson-stained lips clinging to his pounding cock tightly, each motion gripping them tighter as he dumbly continued to fuck the screaming woman.
; ; He felt his fingers change as claws pushed themselves out to bury into the soft, hot flesh of his lover. A powerful rage slammed into him and he let it loose, sawing his throbbing shaft in and out of her sex and stomach.
; ; Jena arched her back to maximum the feeling of pleasure and pain that mixed together. Around the hard, pounding shaft, she felt her own body twitch and twist. Her eyes caught the sight of the purple shaft sliding in and out from between her hips, sending jets of blood across the entire room. She frowned, trying to figure out why it felt like someone else's body being torn apart when the same rage slammed into her. The bitter-sweet smell of fresh blood teased her senses as she screamed into the air.
; ; The pressure around his cock tightened and Duket pounded harder, not wanting the velvet vice to stop. His hips thrusted forward, ignoring the blood and screams and he strained to orgasm once again.
; ; Something stopped him.
; ; He looked down, at the pink clamp around his shaft. Each vein in his hard length throbbed as he tried to slam forward.
; ; The pink lips around his shaft quivered then started to tighten. His fear began to push into his mind as he watched the pink folds tighten until the skin of his cock began to part under the pressure.
; ; A hot fountain of blood blossomed from his cock as Jean's inner lips bit through his cock, slicing through the hard flesh like butter. His desire to thrust inside her buried the stump of his cock into her sex until a thick fountain of blood poured out of her stomach.
; ; They both stared at the blood and pain for a second, then something took over them.
; ; Duket's body screamed in agony, sending reports of each cell being burned as he transformed. Claws buried themselves deeper into her hips, crushing the bone like balsa wood.
; ; His skin turned red as his eyes burned with an unholy glow. His cock, severed by Jena's pussy, crawled out of her stomach, looking around with one burning, red eye. A mouth opened as it growled, deeper than possible for something so small.
; ; With another growl, it slammed into her stomach, burrowing through her intestines as it plunged toward her heart.
; ; Duket, his mind lost in the unnatural rage, yanked his claws out of her hips and grabbed the firm mounds of her breasts. The bitter claws dug in, slicing through flesh easily until they scraped against each other.
; ; With a roar of anger, he yanked.
; ; Jena's scream was lost in his roar as she felt her breasts being ripped off her body. Pounding waves of pain slammed into her as she felt every nerve stretch and tear in a fountain of blood.
; ; Dark spots began to swim in her eyes as she snapped out with her own black claws and buried her fist in Duket's stomach. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer as she felt her sex began to chew on the stump of his manhood.
; ; Inside her, the writhing length of his cock continued to bury into her body. ripping into organs with a hard, sharp pain that threatened to consume her.
; ; Duket's one fist plunged into the gaping wound of her right breast, puncturing her lungs as his claws cut through the soft organ. Jena, in the small part of her that was still human, screamed in agony as she felt her throat fill with her own life fluids.
; ; The part of Jena that was no longer human growls horribly before ripping up with the claw in his stomach. The hard flesh cut easily on her claws; it cut four straight lights from his stomach, through his sternum and into his throat. Two of the claws finished their angry trail in his eyes.
; ; Duket's body screamed once, a pure human sound as the demonic rage flooded out of him suddenly. Only human, he looked into the eyes of his lover, still blinking in her own sudden humanity before he collapsed on her.
; ; Jena tried to scream, but Duket's demonic cock finally reached her heart and began to feed.
; ; ---
; ; Pivis and Gerid were standing in between two buildings, waiting for the wind to die down. In the young boy's hands, the staff quickly took shape of a massive, snake like demon beneath his skilled hands. Gerid silently admired how Pivis could talk to him and still carve with a master's skill.
; ; In the middle of a long, drawn-own description of Gerid's conquests in the woods, they were interrupted by the dual screams from Pivis' and Haron's house.
; ; Gerid trailed off as Pivis looked back at the door to his house, "Sounds like Binia wanted to fight some more."
; ; His friend nodded, his eyes locked on Haron's house, where Duket disappeared into just an hour before, "Sounds like Jena is getting the screw of her life."
; ; They both looked at each other, "Adults."
; ; Pivis started to say something, but the door to his house suddenly exploded in a burst of splinters and metal. Both boys dove deeper into the alley and meter-long shards buried themselves into the walls where they were standing.
; ; Scrambling to his feet, Gerid peeked around the corner in time to see the dark, demonic form of Binia burst out of it. Her large tits swung around as the snake-like creature tasted the air with a blood-stained tongue.
; ; Binia stretched, letting her bones crack. Something inside her shifted and her arms and legs extended to almost twice their natural length. Her mouth widen, blood dripping from her mouth as she wiped off the last of her ex-husband. In her right hand, Gerid could see the swinging head of Pivis' father, Jon. The expression of terror on his face threatened to give him nightmares for the rest of his life.
; ; He started to duck back, but stopped when Binia's eyes locked onto his. With a brief growl, the dark demon lunged toward him, bouncing on the unnaturally long arms and legs.
; ; Gerid turned and shoved Pivis toward the back of the alley, "Run!"
; ; "Why? Why happ-"
; ; "RUN!"
; ; Gerid shoved his friend forward and bolted to the other length. The black form of Binia reached the narrow alleyway and jumped up, clearing the two-story building easily.
; ; Gerid and Pivis raced out of the alley as Binia slammed into the ground in front of him. Her wide, dripping mouth snapped forward to shove itself into Pivis' face.
; ; "Going somewhere... boy?"
; ; Pivis' eyes grew very wide as he started to tremble. His eyes flickered over to his father's head, still swinging in Binia's grip. A whimper of fear escaped his lips as he looked around for an escape.
; ; Binia growled, pulling back her free hand to slash his throat, "Now you die!"
; ; Her raspy voice still echoed in the alley as her claw swung forward faster than a human eye could follow. It whistled through the air as it aimed for Pivis' throat.
; ; Mere centimeters from his death, a brilliant yellow flare exploded at her claw, burning the hard claw with a burst of light. Curls of yellow energy crawled over his body as Binia was thrown across the street from the silent explosion that left the boys unharmed.
; ; They stared at her in shock as she flipped back up. The demon snake between her legs hissed as she raced forward again. As she got closer, she jumped into the air, all four of her claws aimed for Gerid's stomach.
; ; The young boy screamed and cowered; Pivis tried to push Gerid away from him, to protect his friend, but he missed and fell flat on his face. As she reached out for him, a yellow flare of energy burst from his skin, halting her fatal plunge in mid-air. The light crackled along her claws for a second, holding her above him, then exploded out.
; ; Binia's scream ripped through the air as the demonic form left her. Her wooden dildo, charred almost beyond recognition, fell from the burnt corpse as she crashed to the ground, once again human. The stench of burning flesh filled the air and Gerid suddenly vomited on the ground.
; ; Pivis stood there, shaking. His mind blank with shock and fear.
; ; ---
; ; Zoria moaned in pleasure, spreading her legs apart as Jacok gently set her down on the bed. The hot smell of her excitement filled the tiny bedroom as he looked over her with a sense of lust and longing.
; ; He tenderly knelt between her legs, stroking fingers along the soft flesh. New sensations of pleasure coursed through her system, teasing her as she whimpered for the hard cock nestled between his legs.
; ; He leaned forward, letting the heat of his cock press against her soaking opening. His eyes, green as a summer's grass, looked into her brown eyes as he entered her, breaking her virginity without pain.
; ; ---
; ; Haron ran through the street, trying to find his way home. Demonic shapes, howling and screaming, chased behind him. Their hot breath burned at the back of his neck as his lungs ached for him to stop.
; ; He skidded to a halt, grabbing the door frame to slide into his house. The thick stench of death and corpses slammed into him, throwing him to the ground as he gasped for breath.
; ; His eyes watered for a moment as he shook his head, then looked around for a hiding place from the creatures chasing him.
; ; What he saw turned his blood to ice. The carved staff, glowing with it's fresh polish, clattered to the floor as he stared in disbelief and horror.
; ; His father, Hibin, was kneeling on the ground, tears rolling down his face. In his arms, the limp remains of his mother rested there, stains of her own blood staining what remained of the smooth, tanned flesh.
; ; Powerful sobs shook in his father's shoulders, but he wouldn't let himself vocalize his pain. His hands stroked her face, ignoring the expression of terror and stroking the wife he loved more than anything else.
; ; On the ground next to his father, Haron saw a knife, clean and shining. It's purpose was untold, it's blade untouched.
; ; Haron pushed himself off the ground, sobbing as grief began to filter through his cold veins. He sobbed, stumbling as he almost fell forward. His hands reached out for his mother, praying she wasn't dead. When his fingers touched the cold skin, he realized this wasn't a trick or illusion.
; ; Reality slammed into him as he looked into the sorrowful eyes of his father. The smell of death disappeared as he briefly remembered her perfume, always a soft flower from the east. His fingers pushed her shoulder, ignoring the gaping wound of her breast, but she didn't move.
; ; Tears burst out of him as he screamed her name over and over again, as if it would bring her back to life.
; ; He would have cried longer, but demons from outside hear his cries and burst into the room, growling and hissing as they bounded over to him. Haron heard them and dodged out of the way, slamming his head against one of the chairs as a brown beetle-like creature lunged for his back.
; ; Hibin saw them, but reacted sluggishly. He spun around, protecting his dead wife with his body as the powerful claws arced through the air. They buried themselves into his back, snapping his spine and puncturing his lunges in a single slick movement.
; ; He didn't scream out, but Haron did. His screams grew stronger as the demon began to feed on his father and mother, ignoring the blood that dripped from it's poisoned mandibles.
; ; The second demon leaped on the table, growling down at the young boy with a hungry, angry sound. Haron looked up, frightened into shock as he watched the mouth open widely to swallow his head.
; ; The dripping fangs grew closer, but suddenly a flare of yellow energy slammed into them, throwing the creature back. An answering flare of energy exploded from his staff, startling everyone living in the room.
; ; The one demon looked up, Jena's arm dangling out of it's mouth as it looked with curiosity at the glowing staff and boy. The other demon snarled, shaking it's head as smoke poured out of it's mouth.
; ; Haron scrambled for his staff, feeling a sense of safety. The demon on the table reached out for him, but the boy reached the carved stick before the claws removed his spine.
; ; As the young boy's fingers touched it, both he and the staff flared into a brilliant yellow flame, bursting out into the room with the force of a raging inferno. Wood, stone, and even metal burned and melted away in a matter of second.
; ; The two demons screamed as they felt their flesh burn off, leaving two naked and scared adults behind. They had barely a moment's notice of their shame before their own bodies exploded into flame. Their screams haunted what remained of the room as the fire blew out just as fast.
; ; Haron looked up, unharmed and stunned. Only one wall remained of his house, the other's blasted away by the yellow energy. Around him, he could hear the roars and screams of demonic creatures as they fought and died in each other's arms. Cries of humans, adult once more, were choked off with their final breaths, aware of every breath they took as a demon.
; ; ---
; ; Gwin and Jacin huddled underneath one of the houses, nestled between two joists of the house. There was a small crawl space, a little over a meter in height and ten meters square.
; ; She was still dressed in her costume, a nun's outfit complete with holy book. Her skirt was missing and the faint smell of her sex hung in the air; signs of previous activities before the screaming started.
; ; Jacin sat near the entrance to the crawl space, alternating between looking outside at the deserted alley and looking over at Gwin, the woman of his dreams. He was about to orgasm once again inside her hot body when the first scream reached them.
; ; It ruined the mood, but Gwin was too scared to try again. Jacin smiled to himself, enjoying the face she was too distracted to put some clothes on. The sight of her bare ass and legs was enough to keep him hard.
; ; Something dark blocked his vision as Gwin jumped back with a yelp. Jacin snapped his head around, looking into the inky darkness as the demon's max reached out and clamped into his neck. His scream was choked off as teeth crushed his larynx and collarbone. He tried to beat the creature with the last of his breath, but his fist broke against the hard carapace of the demon.
; ; His last thought before the demon ripped his throat out was happiness he died a man.
; ; Gwin, on the other hand, crawled into the back of the space, whimpering in fear as she watched the demon rip off her boyfriend's head and toss it aside. Burning red eyes looked into the area and locked on to her; a low hiss of violence filled the room.
; ; She whimpered, curling up in a ball to protect herself. As she did, she watched the demon crawl into the space after her. Something caught her attention as she found her eyes fixated on the demon's cock.
; ; It was huge and distended. A gnarled shaft filled with bumps and whirls. Compared to Jacin's cock, this was an immense monster tipped with short, wiry hairs. The thick ridge of the demon's glans were rimmed with tiny white teeth.
; ; It chuckled at her and leaned over, snuffing out the single candle and plunging the crawl space into darkness. Gwin's whimpers grew louder as the demon's eyes flared an angry red light. Behind it, she could see more pairs of eyes flare up.
; ; She tried to crawl deeper into a hole, but she couldn't escape the grasping claws. Sharp, burning pain plumed from her wrists and ankles as something pulled her into the middle of the room, ripping apart her legs until her hips screamed in agony.
; ; When the first demon entered her, she let loose a pain-filled scream that burned the soul. More screams burst out of the dark opening of the crawl space as demons pushed their way in to join in the rape.
; ; Gwin screamed for a long time until her voice gave out, each ragged breath interrupted by the horrible things the demons were doing to her body. As the last, rasping scream faded, Gwin prayed for a quick end.
; ; She didn't die until many pain-filled hours later.