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Tales Of The Dark Knight - Part 5

By The Dark Knight ( M/f )

A totally fictitious story with interwoven sex.

Chapter 5 - Aftermath

Qdks watched as the blood stopped flowing and disappeared. The cuts on the young succubus quickly healed.

Edks blinked her eyes and she said, "Elder! May I have something to eat?"

"Yes. We shall get something after you dress."

Qdks unfastened the straps. Edks retrieved her uniform and dressed. They left the sanctuary, and as they walked toward the keep.

"I think I was with my Lord. Is that possible, Elder?"

"Tell me what you saw, young succubus?"

"I am not sure. I think I saw my Lord being attacked by a strange, winged creature."

"Was she dressed in a white robe?"

"Yes. And she had shimmering white hair."

"What you saw was an Angel."

"An Angel?"

"Angels are creatures of the plane of the god of good. They call themselves women, but they have no cunt or asshole, and they have nipple-less breasts."

Edks shook her head, "The god of good sure makes some strange creatures."

"Indeed!" the Elder smiled.

"Well this Angel was attacking my Lord, and he was cut badly. He looked like he needed me, and I said, 'My life for yours, father!' That is all I can remember."

"You are strong, young succubus, and you are the seed of the greatest Dark Knight ever known."

"The greatest, Elder?"

"Yes, young succubus. No Dark Knight has ever defeated one Angel. And your seed father, this day, has defeated seven Angels. Praise Fogul!"

"Seven, how do you know this?"

"You told me."

"I told you? I do not understand."

"In time you will."

"In time?"

"You are young and have much to learn. Now what would you like to eat for lunch?"

"Hot cum."

"So would I, but -"

"There are no men strong enough here, Elder."

"It is disrespectful to interrupt, but yes, you are right. We need more strong men to suck dry."

The both giggled and went off to get some lunch.

Some of the forces of good managed to escape and some actually fought back. Out of the slaughter, about 400 females survived. The ones considered to old were given to the general forces. Those young enough were sent back to the castle. That left some 75 young, teenaged girls. Tents were raised and the guard was posted. The commanders picked the men they considered the bravest and cruelest in the battle. With the battle being mostly a slaughter, the cruel were singled out. Ken pulled a rope that was around the neck of a pretty, 13-year-old girl. She tried to resist, but Ken tugged hard and dragged her to the ground. She started to choke.

"Get up, bitch!"

Choking and gasping for air, she struggled to her feet. Ken tugged lightly on the rope, and she meekly followed him. Ken walked into his tent and the girl followed him. He ogled the girl for some time, before, deciding what he wanted to do to her first. She was wearing a heavy, pale brown dress that covered every inch of her skin, from the top of her neck, to her hands, down to a worn pair of brown shoes. The dress had several deep urine stains.

"If you try run, I will feed you to the dogs. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head yes.

"Good."

Ken untied the girl.

"You smell, girl! Take off your dress."

"No, please mister. Please, it's a sin."

"The dogs like girl flesh. Now take off your dress!"

With tears in her eyes, she started to undo the buttons on the front of her dress. After she had finished, she lowered the dress down, revealing a heavy, white undergarment. Brad had enough. He grabbed the girl and shredded her undergarment. The girl tried to struggle, but he quickly grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. The girl screeched in pain. He jerked her arm to the breaking point. The screams were music to his ears. He wanted to break her arm, but that would lower her value. He let go of her arm and put his knife to her neck. The girl stopped struggling. "On the floor, bitch!"

Trembling, she eased herself to the floor.

"Open your legs, bitch!"

"Please, Sir! Please!"

She slowly spread her legs, revealing wispy hairs growing over a very pale, tightly-sealed slit. He quickly undid his pants. Brad kneeled between her legs and put his knife to her belly. The girl saw his rock hard cock and closed her eyes. She had looked at naked man. Fear no longer drove her, shame did. She saw a naked man, she had sinned. She began to pray for forgiveness.

Brad did not understand what she was mumbling and cared not. He put his left hand on his cock and the knife to her neck. He placed his cock against her slit. The girl continued to mumble. With his cock he pried the tight slit open. He then placed his cock firmly at the entrance to her tight, dry hole. He pushed as hard as he could, but could only wedge an inch of his cock into her dry hole. The girl screamed once, then stopped. She prayed harder, but this sin was worse -- much worse. She had let a man enter her and she was not married to him.

He grabbed the girl's nipples and twisted them until they were bright red. The girl screamed and screamed. It was music to his ears. Brad waited a moment for her dry hole to adjust to his invasion. He then shoved hard, ripping her hymen to shreds. The girl screamed and cried. She was doomed to hell. She had given a man, not her husband, her virginity. He grabbed her underarms, pulling and pinching her flesh. More music.

Brad wedged his cock up against her cervix. He held his cock there and enjoyed the tightness of her cunt. With one hand still pinching her flesh, he bit the dull edge of the knife, put the other hand to her ass and shoved two fingers into her tight butthole. The blood and his pre-cum added a little lube. He pulled her flesh harder, then he smashed his cock in and out of her tight hole, trying to breach her second barrier. He could feel his own cock as he pounded his cock in and out of her cunt.

"Forgive me," she prayed and prayed.

The tightness of her cunt got to him, and he could no longer hold back the flood. He jammed his cock hard against her cervix, and his balls exploded, pumping every drop of cum he had. He wanted to fuck her ass and pulled his cock out of her now soaking-wet cunt. He turned the limp girl over.

"I will give you one thousand gold for her."

Brad turned and jumped to his feet. He saw a short figure dressed in a black cloak.

"Who the hell are you?"

"That matters not. What matters is this!" He shook a bag of coin.

"I could just kill you take the gold and have the girl too."

"You could try!" The figure said and disappeared.

"Damn!"

"Oh! I am still here. A thousand gold could buy many girls."

"Ok I'll take the gold, but you will never get out of here."

The bag hit the ground. With a small flash, the girl disappeared.

"I can go 'most anywhere."

"Who are you?"

"That is not for you to know. Enjoy the girls. I will be back when you have spent it all."

Brad picked up the bag, opened it, and found ten "one hundred gold" pieces. He smiled and thought about the many little piggies he could have.

Even though he had first pick, Chad did not care for these weak women, so he exchanged his pick to some lieutenant for a nice chunk of gold. He sat in his tent and replayed Blackheart's battle with the Angels in his mind.

"Sir! Permission to enter?"

"Enter."

"Sir! The Dark Knight wants you to report to the command tent."

"Dismissed!"

"Yes sir!"

Chad left his tent and walked a short distance to the center of the encampment where Blackheart's command tent was. As he entered the perimeter, he was challenged for the password. He gave the counter and continued. When he reached the tent, he was saluted by his second in command. Chad entered the tent. Blackheart was sitting behind a polished wooden desk and was sitting in a dark cherry wood chair. The chair and desk were taken from the mayor's office. Cdks stood with sword in hand to Blackheart's right. Chad understood why. Blackheart used succubus as personal guards. Their souls were bound to him. They could not be corrupted by gold, and would without question give their lives for him.

"My life for yours, my Lord!"

Blackheart acknowledged the salute.

"Sit, Chad."

Chad sat in a chair opposite the desk.

"We are going to press on with this campaign. In three days' time, word of defeat will have spread throughout the land. I want you and the guard to go to the last two fortified towns, and offer them my standard terms."

"Do you think they will accept?"

"I believe the towns will, but we will have to lay siege to at least one of the castles. You will leave on the morrow. Cdks will supply you with six of her succubus. That is all, Chad"

"Yes, my Lord."

Chad rose, and was about to leave the tent, but turned and said, "My Lord you truly did fuck those Angels to death."

Blackheart smiled.

"Elder?"

"Sleep, young succubus, you have had a long day."

"Yes, Elder." Edks said and drifted off to sleep.

Qdks left Blackheart's bedroom and went to her own.

Six succubuses landed just outside Blackheart's command tent. Two of them were carrying a bound and gagged hostage.

"My Lord, they have arrived."

"Good! And the other one?"

"About and hour out, my Lord."

Blackheart thought a moment, then asked, "How old are they?"

"This one is 15 or 16, but boasts to be a Paladin, and the other is 13 or 14 and has not spoken, but stinks worse then the stables."

Blackheart smiled, "How much information did we get?"

"Nothing of value, my Lord!"

"Give them the normal sin treatment."

"Yes, my Lord."

She left the tent and nodded to the six succubuses. They flew off to the succubus tents. She turned and reentered the command tent.

All was secure, or as secure as it could be. Blackheart stood up licked his lips, "Well succubus, are you going to try and collect?"

Cdks snarled and attacked. Blackheart raised his hand in defense. A thundering force blow hit Cdks, and she was thrown back some 20 feet into the wall of the tent. If the wall were anything other than canvas, she would have been killed instantly. The entire left side of the square tent heaved, and the tent pegs were ripped from the ground. The entire left side of the tent collapsed. The heavy center poles snapped like twigs.

"By Fogul!" Blackheart said as the top of the tent floated down.

Momentarily shocked by the tent's collapse, the five guards turned and started to hack at the canvas, but stopped when they saw Blackheart carrying Cdks.

"Raise a new tent! I will be in the commander's tent."

"Yes, my Lord."

"You and you. Clear the way for me."

"Yes, my Lord."

Although he had already tested the new power he got from his victory over the Angels, he now realized that what he had tested was only the power of the first one. He calculated the hours since the battle, and at one an hour, he still had the seventh Angel's power to go. Chad met Blackheart, "My Lord."

"See to the command tent. I will be in your tent."

"I will see to it and have the guard posted."

"As quickly as possible, Chad."

"Yes, my Lord," he said and smiled.

Blackheart entered Chad's tent and placed Cdks on Chad's bedroll. He looked at her and thanked Fogul for giving him the wisdom not to move into the town. About five minutes later, Cdks opened her eyes. She saw Blackheart standing over her with his sword drawn. She struggled to get to her knees, but she had several broken ribs and her left arm was shattered in several places, "My Lord! End this weak life."

"You are not weak, Cdks."

"B-"

Blackheart interrupted her, "It is I that should be chastised. I underestimated the power I received from my victory this day, and still have more power to receive."

"Praise Fogul!"

She winced in pain and blood trickled out of her mouth. Blackheart put his left thumb to the point of his sword. He had to push a great deal harder to pierce his thumb. When he pierced it, he squeezed a drop of blood out of the small hole.

"Drink this, Cdks."

"Yes, my Lord."

Blackheart stroked his thumb across her tongue. Blazing power flooded every fiber of her body. Her wounds healed and she grabbed her crotch to try and stem the powerful orgasm that racked her body. "My Lord! Such power."

As she continued to quake with orgasm, Blackheart wondered what a full load of his cum would do to her. He smiled. It would be fun to find out.

It took almost five minutes before Cdks stopped quivering.

"My Lord, permission to enter?"

"Enter."

Chad entered the tent. "My Lord! The command tent is up and secured."

"Very well."

Cdks used all of her power, and regained discipline. She escorted Blackheart back to the command tent. As the tent flap closed behind them, she spoke, "My Lord, with your new powers, how could any succubus show strength, when you take them?"

Blackheart knew strength was a core belief for all succubuses, but he now had a strength that no succubus could show power against. And in five minutes, he would start to gain a lot more. He pondered the problem for a few moments, then realized he already had the answer. "From this moment on, no succubus I take needs to show her strength, for I already know how strong she is."

"What about the bite, my Lord?"

"The bite is an exchange of one's essence. There will be an exchange, but a smaller one on my part."

"You have the wisdom of Fogul, my Lord."

"Any wisdom I may have has been granted to me by Fogul."

"Praise Fogul."

"Yes, praise Fogul."

"Now succubus, why are you still dressed?"

"I do not know My Lord!" She giggled and quickly removed her two-piece, red, studded leather armor.

She then walked over to Blackheart and helped him remove his armor. When his armor was off she lowered his drawers, then undid the buckle to his secondary padded protective plate. "BY FOGUL!" she said as the plate fell to the ground and Blackheart's cock uncurled like a snake. "My Lord! You now have the cock of a great horse."

Blackheart looked down at his own cock, and noticed that he had indeed gained girth and length. After the initial shock at the size of his cock, Cdks smiled, took the monster into her hands stroked it several times, bringing the flaccid monster to rock hard stiffness. She was giddy at the thought of having this beast moving in and out of her. She placed one hand in the middle of the beast, then lifted herself into the air, hovered for a moment, placing the tip of the beast against her opening. She then dove down hard, impaling herself on her Lord's magnificent cock. She put her arms around Blackheart's neck and started to piston herself up and down, milking the great cock. Her head was dizzy with pleasure. There seemed to be no beginning or end to the explosive orgasms, just one blast after another.

Blackheart admired her unceasing efforts. She, like all his succubuses, was well trained at the art of pleasure. He felt his balls stir, and was about to cast a stay spell, but he saw the glossiness of her eyes and knew she could not take much more. He gave in to the pleasure of the moment, and like a volcano, his balls erupted, spewing hot torrents of cum. She felt like her whole body was on fire with pleasure. Her head was spinning, and she lost her grip and passed out, slid off his cock and hit the ground with a thud. Blackheart looked at her and smiled. The last time he had taken two succubuses at once, he had to rest for a day to regain his strength and now two succubuses or three would have to be the norm.

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