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Up Into Hell (Lustfull_Sin & I)

"Yes..yes...keep going.Do not stop.Just a few more words."She said, kissing at his neck, licking it as well and running her tiny little fangs along his skin.Soon, she would have both pleasure and power.Pleasure thanks to him and this sweet, delicious dick of his as and power thanks to the hot cum this human would unload unto her.Just a few more words and she would slam her entire body on his cock, burrying it deep withing.Legion smirked, brushing her lips along his cheek and just as she got to his lips, she heard the cry.

"LEGION"


Legion stopped right away and narrowed her eyes, looking back over her shoulder."H-He..would not dare."She said with a hiss."Fucking...Zarathustra."She growled and looked to Leonard, who, in his eyes, showed great pain from not having his release.She could not leave him as is for one thing, else he'll die such an agonizing death all because of her.She didn't want the human to die, not yet atleast.Not until she'd used him for all hes worth.With a curse, she dismounted off of him.She pressed her hand against his abdomen and a white circle appeared."This will not be over."She said and soon the circle vanished and so did Leonard lust like state and erection.She tightened the bonds around his wrists and ankle, though he could not hurt himself if he struggled."Be still and say nothing alright."She said and moved off the bed, brushing her hair back.With a snap of her fingrs, her clothes were back on her properly, covering her well.

"Zarathustra you son-of-slut."She growled once more and headed for the door."My sweet human."She looked back over her shoulder to Leonard."I shall not be long.Till then, think of me..and-"She puckered her lips."-of my mouth all over your body."She laughed and with another snap of her fingers, his pants were righted and zipped, leaving him over bare from his upper body.Stepping through the door and shutting it, Legion placed a seal so that no one may enter or leave it.

Taking her time, she strolled down the corridors, descended down steps until she could smell Zarathurtra close by."You know.."She called out for him to hear."I fucking hate when you disturb."She said and appeared behind him."And I fucking hate you."She said, wrapping her arms from behind him, running them up his body and smoothing her finers along his neck."Why are you here Zarathustra.You know how I hate to be disturbed, especially when I'm in the middle of something."
 
And just like that, it was all over. With that one roar of her name, Leonard was denied a satisfying release, yet spared what would have been certain death at the hands of Legion. With the lust and the erection faded from his body, a sense of logic and reason seemed to come back to his mind and for a moment, he tried to make sense of his situation. He was so confused and tired that not moving or speaking would be but a simple task for him. If that woman, driven to such a lustful state would be so easily swayed by one person's voice, then whoever spoke her name must have been one to have been feared. The young man hoped that whoever it was would distract her long enough or perhaps even be able to kill her without detecting his presence so that he would have a chance at escape. But for now, all he could do was lay there, his chest bare and still full of sweat and silence all around him.

It didn't take long for Zarathustra's voice to reach Legion as she descended, her voice echoing out to him. He did not bother to try and see where it was coming from as he knew she would soon be upon him, her emotions seething at his intrusion. And sure enough, she came behind him, hand tightening around his neck and her voice full of venom and wrath. And even as it seemed as if death would soon be upon him, the demon made not a move until the time was right. As soon as she finished speaking, he made his move. As swift as the wind, he took hold of her arm and moved behind her, wrenching it to her back. His other free arm made itself at home around her neck and his breath was upon her ear. It was a clear message that despite whatever she might have been doing, however important it seemed to her, his will would be the only will around here.

"Do not speak as if your disgusting activites take precedent, witch," Zarathustra spoke into the ear of Legion. "You know nothing but trickery and lust, using your potions for your sick sexual games. When you were cast out, you turned from toying with demons to toying with humans. You even go as far as to give them the mercy of pleasure. Why, I can even smell the fresh scent of a human on you right now." The demon stopped temporarily to sniff through the hair of his captive partner before continuing. "For this, I should kill you and leave your entrails to the wolves, but I won't. No, you see just as you need me for my brute strength, I need you for your mind, that cunning mind of yours that knows more of this world than even I know. And it is for that reason I've come for you Legion."

His message clear, Zarathustra released his captive, giving her a light shove to the center of the room before circling her as his little speech continued. "You know, you might be a clever witch, but today, you were rather sloppy. You were so intent on taking another human to your bed that you forgot to realize that that little skirmish out there brought some unwanted attention. I noticed it shortly after the little ones finished feasting on the humans. A Harpiden scout, flying in the sky. Surely, by now, it has warned the Phlanax and you know how quickly they can pick up the human scent. Soon they will be here hunting and you will have more than the intrusion of a single demon to deal with."

Zarathustra stopped then and looked upwards as if there were something that caught his attention and then looked back down at Legion. "Gather whatever potions, devices or ingredients you need and prepare to leave at once. As for the human, I'm sure he'll serve as a nice little distraction while we make our escape."
 
Legion did not struggle, did not curse, nor did she hiss when she was apprehended by Zarathustra.She simply rubbed into him a bit, smiling and once he was finishe with his little speech, being shoved, she gave a slight choke.Rubbing at her neck, she turned to look at him."Honestly Z, you are to cruel to me."she pouted."That or your jealous at the fact that I do not take you to my bed."She smirked, disppearing within smoke, then appeared behind him once more, her hand splayed on his chest, then traveling down."If you want to be in my bed, all you have to do is ask my love."she quirked, her finger tips stopping just above the waistband of his trousers, before she disappared and appeared back infront of him now.

"As for the Harpiden is of no worry, though...the Phlanax will be a problem."With a raised brow, fingers pressed gently against her chin, Legion eyed Zarathustra with cold eyes."And what I do with my humans is of no concern of yours understand.If you want help, ask me kindly and don't fuck with me my love."With that said, she turned as if he was of no importance, though stopped midway."you can leave. I can easily trick the Phlanax and draw it away from here, though I will not use the human.I need him.Unlike you who only needs rest to recover your strength, I need a males vigor and vitality to keep me sustain..unless...you wish to meet that fate."she smirked, looking at him."Didn't think so.You can stay or go, does not matter to me.Why not do me the favor and fight off the Phlanax for me while I make my escape and find another place to call my home."And with that, she disappeared, appearing back in the room where she left Leonard.


With a heavy sigh, she waved her hand and vials and bottles began to float about and all slipping inside a large, wooden box.As her things were being put away, she moved towards Leonard, crawling over his body and kissed his neck, breathing in his scent."We have to leave this place my pet, for some bad cretures are coming to ruin even more of the fun we were having."She pulled away, looking at him."Now you have to behave, else I'll be forced to use you as a means of distraction, though I surely do not wish to do that, since any human I have ever captured never leave.......alive."Legion brushed a lock of his hair away from his forehead."Will you behave for me...hmmm..will you....or do you want to stay here and become bird and lizard food and trust me, your bones will be eaten along with your body Leonard."
 
The very thought of taking Legion to the bed was rather unapealing to Zarathustra, not because of the threat that she might drain the very life out of him, but all around, she wasn't quite his type of woman. Sure, he enjoyed the fruits of sexual activity like she did, but he preferred creatures of a more...submissive nature. Especially ones that liked to put up a fight. Though he would never admit it, if it came down to it, Legion would probably be able to overcome him with her sharp wit and magical prowess. But unlike the poor human she kept at the top of the building, he, being a demon, had a far superior resistance to her advances of which he demonstrated by letting out a low growl of anger.

But despite all this, he didn't really seem to care that he wasn't important. But the fact remained that she needed him and he needed her and right on cue, Legion refered to him to take care of the dirty work while she scurried away to find a new hiding place. To this, Zarathustra gave a big grin. He had been bored wandering to and from the demon settlements and looking for women of his own kind to rape and satisfy himself with. A little violence would be just what he needed to brighten his day. Without another word, he was off, looking for the perfect lookout point to see the incoming group of demon soldiers. If he were lucky, perhaps they would be accompanied by a general, better yet, a female general.

Leonard, in the meantime continued to try and plot a way out of this situation. He tried pulling at the chains that bound him, finding little give and only added to his discomfort. At this rate, if he was lucky, he was going to starve to death rather than die at the hands of that woman, bud damnit, he had to keep trying. Survival was the only thing driving him now. But any hopes that the young man had of escaping on his own faded as Legion entered the room once more. His heart sank a bit, but he was surprised to see that she was packing some stuff into a box. It was like she was getting ready to move out or something and her words confirmed his suspicions right there and then.

But what came after that was nothing but confusion to Leonard's mind. He understood little about what was coming or why they had to move. Why couldn't she just stop them herself? She seemed powerful enough or as powerful as a human would concieve himself to be compared to a demon. But whatever it was had to be far worse if she considered leaving him here to distract them so she could get away. His mind agrued whether or not he should stay and take his chances with the unknown or stay by the side of a demon that was probably going to kill him anyway. The options weighed heavily on him and after a moment of thought decided to go with the more pleasurable experience, however much he despised it or knew how it was going to end up.

"Do whatever you wish," Leonard uttered from his mouth with a sigh figuring that he would probably survive a few moments longer at her side.
 
Legion loved messing with Zarathustra, knowing full well he had no desure for her, then again, he would be a good fuck no doubt.With a sigh, she looked at her human, a glint in her eyes."Be a good boy Leonard and you're gonna live alright.Stay close to me."she said, waiving her hand about, getting her things set, then with a snap of her fingers, the bag in which carried all her things simply vanished in mid air."alright.Now....what you will encounter outside may not be pretty.Right now a...not so good friend is keeping away a few nasty big lizards and birds are coming to kill me and maybe you and anythin else that's in this building, so we have to find another hiding spot."She sighed and snapped her fingers, the restraints on his wrists and ankles removing themselves.Before she could even let him escape, she said a few words spoken in her tongue and two circles appeared on the back of his hands.

"You cannot harm me and you cannot run away from me either.If you try and strike at me you will be shocked by some painful electricity alright.If you try to run away and you keep trying to run away...well...lets just say the feeling won't be lovely."She smiled and moved off him, stretching her arms up."Alright.Lets go Leonard.Good thing you can fight, else saving your sorry ass would be a pain."she said, laughing."lets go"She headed for the door, opening it and looked, then right.She shivered when she heard the demon birds cry out in the distance."Nasty little things...."she said as she walked down the hall"Hurry up Leonard.You have to stay close, unless you wish to be shocked."She called out, descending a flight of emegency stairs.Any farther she went and Leonard would experience a few tingles.
 
The orders were clear to Leonard. Escape the building before whatever it was that was coming wiped everyone out. He felt like he was recieving orders from his superiors, though when it came to this woman, it seemed like he was being talked down to like some kind of pet. But what choice did he have now? With a quick motion, she freed him, just like that. His first instinct was to get up as quick as possible and run away, but there was a sudden tingling in his hands and that's when he saw the marks. It seemed this demon planned for everything, even in this supposedly sticky situation.

And it wasn't like Leonard could go anywhere even if she decreed what she did. Perhaps this was her way of teasing him and keeping him in line for future events. It rather irked him, but it was better than what could be in store should he stay, so upon her command, he followed as close as he could, the sounds of what appeared to be birds echoing overhead. The young man could only assume that to be the threat she spoke of and it only helped to quicken his pace.

One person who wasn't running, however, was Zarathustra. He could see them now in the distance, skin as green as leaves, clad in silver armor and scales and faces like that of a half man, half lizard. This was the Phlanax he spoke of to Legion. They didn't look like much to the naked eye, but they worked well in groups, which in this case were about 10 to 12 in number. Usually, they were accompanied by a general, but the fearless demon could not spot him or her. It concerned him a bit and he wondered if they already knew where the exiled succubus was already. He had to trust that Legion could handle her own though. He would be busy as it was fending off this small group that now faced him.

"Well, well, well," Zarathustra boasted towards the approaching group as they stopped before him. "Looks like the Royals sent their pawns out to do their dirty work. I haven't seen your faces before either which means that the ones that were sent after me last time didn't survive. No one ever does when they pick a fight with the great Zarathustra." The demon then began slowly walking towards the Phlanax with intent, a big grin on his face and every muscle in his body itching to tear into his opponents. "Now, which one of you wants to take me on first? Or would you rather all come at me at once?"
 
((i wanna be the general that dispathced the nasty little lizard....*big grin*..but...I'm wondering what I should make her as, hmm?))


Legion was already ways away from the building she housed herself, already missing the protective walls it offered.Once in a while she would glance back seeing Leonard hot on her heels, and passed him, she spotted all the way in the distance the Phlanax and Zarathustra as well.She said nothing, know knew the good ol' Z would have his fun and no doubt have fun with the one who dispatched the filthy creatures.Up above, the damn Harpiden stalked them, though did not attack....yet.They were coniving bastards, and she hated anything with wings, since they could easily dodge an attack just by flying away, though they could never run from lightning."Hurry up."She called out to Leonard, not bothering to look back to see how he was faring.


Her steps were quick as well, hips moving as she took a step after the other.She needed shelter, a big place to keep her from harms way as well as to build up her home anew.Mostly all the building they crossed layed wasted, walls crumbled that or the bulding was left to nothing but bricks on the fround."Fuck......"she said, hearing the Harpiden cry out, primed for an attack."Shit."she said, stopping, no doubt forcing Leonard to stop as well."Well seems were about to have a little confrontation..."she said, seeing just the one Harpiden, though more would show no doubt.She had to get rid of this one quickly, before it was given the chance to call out for help.She debated whether to use Leonard as a means of distraction, but then again, the Harpiden could just easily go for her instead of him.Legion pondered, while the Harpiden cirlcled above, looking down with menacing eyes.



Melanthe stood otop a hill looking down at the land and far off to where her Phlanax were no doubt capturing Legion.Melanthe was sent by the ruler all of all, demanding that she bring back the succubus which that so foolishly made a mockery out of him.Melanthe was a strong spell caster, like Legion, she can cast spells, though at a greater level.She honed her skills every day and night, combining them with the elements around her, as well as using others to stengthen her abilities...though...there was a catch.Melanthe was physically weak beyond anything.She was weak lke a marshmellow, thus making her vulnerable, though the only being that knew of this was her Master himself.Everyone feared her only because of her magic.They knew not of her physical weakness.When an enemy neared, ready to bring her down, she was quick, scared as she got, but quick to send her enemy bakc with a quick spell.

With a smug smile, she looked up to a few Harpidens."Go, scout about.Se to it that she is unharmed.The Master wants her alive."she commanded and they only squawked, a shriekesh cry actually and flew off.Left alone, she kept hidden otop the hill, waiting for news to come to her.
 
Busting out from the building in a dash was Leonard, the dimming sun and cool air hitting his body as he did. It would feel comforting were it not for the fact that he was in a dead sprint and he was desperate to get away from whatever it was that was coming down on them. He turned his gaze all around, looking for enemies that he would soon avoid. And he spotted them, alright, though they seemed to be preoccupied. He could see the ones in the armor fighting with another demon and though he seemed to be outnumbered, he seemed to be enjoying himself as he shattered the armor of his foes and tore into their flesh. The young man seemed to know at once that this was the 'friend' that woman was talking about. Though, with it being another demon, he was unsure as to whether or not he should trust him or not. For the time being, he was glad that he was distracting them. They looked quite vicious when they weren't having their necks snapped.

As he ran, Leonard wondered where this witch was taking him. With the buildings in the state they were in, it was hard to determine if any of them would be suitable for a temporary hiding place. She would have to decide quickly though, because from above, one of the Harpiden were poised for an attack. As he heard its cry, Leonard looked up and cursed under his breath. He actually knew what those things were, though to the humans, they were not called Harpiden, but Dirty Birds. But any way it was spelled, it meant trouble for Leonard and Legion as it suddenly dive bombed towards the ground. The young man noticed the woman stop in her tracks, giving him enough time to dive behind her and let her take care of it. He might have chanced it himself had he had a weapon. But what he brought with him had been left behind in the building and was all but unatainable now.

Zarathustra, in the meanwhile, seemed to have complete control of the situation he was in. He had already killed most of the Phlanax that had come for him and only three remained. They stalked the demon cautiously, knowing what he was capable of as displayed by the bodies of their brethren strewn about the ground. Their hesitation was not lost on Zarathustra who was covered in small, but noticable wounds that left his body stained with his blood along with that of his enemies. "What's the matter?" the demon teased. "There's still three of you. Don't tell me that all of you are too scared to gang up on me."

It was then, the Phlanax clammored amongst one another. Their language was unique, consisting of mere growls and clicks, but was sophisticated enough that the well educated could decipher it with ease. Unfortunatley, Zarathustra was not one of the well educated, and, tiring of their non agression, made the first move, shattering one of the creatures armor with a swift punch. He could feel the bones crack and the muscle tear inside and right then, he knew he had struck a critical blow. This sent the other two into action as they tackled the demon, hoping to hold him down long enough for their partner to get away and warn Melanthe. As futile as it may have seemed, their strategy worked up to the point where the wounded soldier was long in the distance before Zarathustra killed the other two and made an attempt to follow in the hopes that he would find the general that was leading this attack.
 
Legion looked back, seeing Leonard keep up with her.She smiled and her eyes focused back on the Harpiden.She grimaced when the ugly son of a bitch screech, its way of telling everything around that it was about to attack."Come to mama."She said and opened her arms wide and to the sides.She had her hands raised over her head, then a summoning circle appeared above the palms of her hands."Eat flames bitch."She smirked and a beam of hot flames burst from the circling, aiming straight up towards the Harpiden.The creature did not have a chance, until it was burned, body disintegrated into nothing, not even ash.Legion lowered her hands,though brushed her hair back."Lets go before more show up."she said and went back into a fast sprint, making good distance between themselves and Zarathustra.



There was a village near by that she liked to go to for a good fucking and a nice drink,though it was going to take all day, till night to get there, since the sun was slowly setting into the horizon.She wasn't going to bother to tell Leonard, though best to warn him.She stopped running and just walked, though quickly."There is a village a few miles way.It'll be until night fall by the time we reach it alright."She said, looking back to him, then back infront of her."The creatures of that village keep to themselves, though they are still high above you.You are my slave.You will not back talk or dare embarisse me Leonard, for if you do, the consenquences will be dire."Legion threatened.She was seen as a Goddess, since she often times gave them food and water, even help in healing.The demons there were peaceful, not ones to attack, not anything bigger or stronger then them, but if it was a human, then they could surely get there hands on them.





Melanthe paced, wondering why it was taking to long to bring down one lone demon.She narrowed her eyes and when she managed to see who was attacking, she sucked in a breathe.Her heart beated quickly.

Z-Zarathustra.....w-why...why him.....?


The last time she saw him....was years ago, when he had her bound and gagged, fucking her raw and hard, not caring that he was even scratching and marring her beautiful skin.She had been a fool, submitted to his sweet words at one point, though never faltered ever again.She had been fighting him for years, a few times winning, a few times, running away from him.This time, she was determined to kill him before he could lay a hand on her.


Shaking from her thoughts, she saw one of her Phlanax approach.It was clutching at his chest, bleeding.She didn't move, no, instead, she waited until he stood before her. It spoke, though in its language and Melanthe hissed."You let them escape..."She shouted.The lizard creatures clicked its tongue and snarled at her and she didn't want to hear it."You are of no use."She said and raised her hand, sending the Phlanax flying back, then to a beam of electricity.The demon landed a few ways away, twitching and convulsing as the electricity took hold until it subsided.

Melanthe noticed someone else approaching towards her and she shivered.He....Zarathustra was coming towards her.She backed away, then caught herself.She wasn't going to run, not this time, though her mind told her to stay, her body protested and demanded that she run away.
 
Leonard, still sprawled on the ground, had just enough time to look up and see the flames consume the bird like creature until it was nothing but ash. He had to admit, she was more than just a tireless sex machine and perhaps he could use it to his advantage now that he was forced out into this world of demons. As he continued to follow, he was made aware of the fact that they would be going to a demon village and that brought a confused look to the young man's face.

Up until now, he had always figured that demons felt more comfortable as superior individuals rather than converse in a group or society. Though, when he thought about it, he probably should have been aware that something was off by the look of the lizard like creatures that were attacking that other demon. It would probably be dangerous, but the thought of exploring a new demon civilization was fascinating to Leonard. Perhaps, if he ever got back home, this discovery would make him famous just like he wanted in the first place. "I guess you demons have been a bit busy since you drove us underground," he replied while trying to keep in stride with Legion. "But what about those things back there? They looked like soldiers. I take it they were looking for you?"

Zarathustra stalked his prey slowly, He knew he was wounded and wouldn't last that much longer, especially once he got to his general. They were generally ruthless to those that failed them and would strike them down for disobeying even the simplest of orders. And sure enough, a short distance away, he could see the swirling of magicks that had undoubtedly wiped the useless scrub from the face of the Earth. Just a few yards more and he would make contact. And what glorious contact it was. For when the demon saw who he would be facing, his heart skipped a beat. She was like a gift from hell to Zarathustra who stopped about ten feet away from her, a big grin on his face.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" the demon teased at his familar prey. "You really can't get enough of me, can't you Melanthe? Even after I punished you for your father leaving that big scar on my back. But then again, I can't blame you. Once you've tasted of the great Zarathustra, you can't really be satisfied by anything else." Indeed, he too remembered that encounter many years ago. One in which the demon's limits were pushed by the one man he hated the most. As an act of vengance, he took his daughter. Bound her. Gagged her. Fucked her raw. Taking pleasure in the violation of her beautiful flesh. All to make her daddy dearest regret the day he ever crossed him.

Since then, Melanthe had developed a grudge of her own. Choosing to fight Zarathustra at every turn. Sometimes of her own volition and sometimes by plain luck or fate. When he lost, he cursed himself. And when he won, he would take her on the battlefield, raping her to his hearts content, though never as violent as that one fated day. Today was just another part of the routine for Zarathustra. He wondered just what kind of tricks the general would have up her sleeve this time around.
 
Legion scoffed, stopping to look at him."you honestly think all demons are nothing but mindless monsters?"She asked, though didn't let him answer."you humans are so single minded.Demons are like any other beings.They live together, grow up together, preotect one another, just like you humans do.We strive to survive and in this case, the strong would prevail, while the weak perish and die."Her tone was a bit irritated, pissed really, at the fact the Leonard thought so little of demons...so little of her, which for some reason stabbed at her heart.


She hissed at the feeling and went to making distance from where she once made her life in peace and solitude."Those lizards and birds were commanded to look for me.Not sure why in truth, but what ever it is, I sure as Hell ain't going to wherever it was they wanted me to go."She mused, pushing her hair bakc over her shoulder."Just keep close to me understand.Remeber that I won't always be there to save your sorry ass, but I don't doubt you can't fight."She smiled, looking to him, while she continued to walk."Don't let yourself be killed.The last thing you want is me bringing you back from the dead only to have me personally kill you again."legion was able to bring the dead back to life...though the corpse never came out the same as it did.Mindless.A zombie, though not the ones that craved human flesh and groaned out, "brraaiinnss."No.They were simply mindless and would listen to the one who created them.



Melanthe tensed when she saw Zarathustra approach, stopping a few feet from her.Her heart beated quickly and it was hard for her to calm it down.Seeing his face.That fucking, handsome as pace always pissed her off.That day, the day her father sealed her fate, was the last time she was going to be taken in such a manner.Because of her father's stupid move, she was the one to suffer.Bound and gagged.Fucked and beaten.Raped over and over again.Her virginity had been saved for the male she was to marry, but no, Zarathustra made sure no other male would have been the first to claim her.She was broken on that day and when he gave her back to her father, he didn't do it so kindly.No.He simple had a minion take her battered body back to her father's castle, where she was dropped in the center of his court room, displayed to all, naked, bloody and defiled.Her father only looked at her and didn't bother to help her.She managed to stand on her feet, eyes blank and before anyone had a moment to think, she killed him with a single ice strike to the head.And just to make sure he was dead, she sent another one, severing his head.


Melanthe hated thinking of that day, but it reminded her why she hated this demon before her."Oh I don't know.There are plenty of demons with bigger dicks.After having you, I seem to tell myself that having a big dick inside of me would rid me of the memories of having such a small one take my virtue."she said, knowing that would sure as hell make a dent on his patience.The last time she faced him was a few years ago, where she managed to hand his ass to him, only for him to make a cowards move and have some of his partners come out and attack her, forcing her to run, though she did leave him in a bloody state."Ready to have you ass handed to?"She asked, though didn't give him the benefit to answer.Instead, she raised her hand, forming five long ice shards, and sent them flying to him.
 
Legion's words pierced at Leonard's psyche. How else was he supposed to think? After all, it was her race that drove his to the brink of extinction, caring not for the history or the lives they had made with their own hands. They did not simply conquer and assimilate the human society into theirs. They chose rather to burn and pillage everything in sight, seeing the human towers as nothing more than the zit on an otherwise pure and gloirous overworld that they would soon live upon. When that occured, that was when the demons were percieved as the monsters he grew up hearing about. But to hear that they too had an intricate society of which there clearly seemed to be conflicts. It made the young man think. Were they really that different? Perhaps if he followed this woman, Leonard would find his answer. That was if this world didn't do him in first. Without another word, he continued to follow the demon woman, only wondering how much longer they would have to run until they were safe.

If Melanthe's purpose was to raise the ire of Zarathustra, it was working. He was beginning to become a bit irritated at her tone with him. But then again, that's what attracted him to her so much. It was that fire in her eyes and venom in her voice that brought him back for more. The anticipation of fucking her and making her eat her words numbed any pain or bad memories he would have of his defeats. For when he did manage to overcome her magic, he would take her and that made it all better. It was then, the demon suddenly charged, only to be stopped by the several shards of ice this demon witch conjured up against him. "Really?" he mocked as he continued his charge, letting the shards of ice pierce his body but serving little to slow his pace. Though it seemed the wounds were severe, Zarathustra knew to make sure they didn't cut into any vital organs. He could deal with some deep wounds to his arms, legs and torso, but one good shot to his head or his heart would bring him down for sure. Just to show Melanthe how futile this novice spell of hers was, he ripped one of the shards from his body and thrust it towards his target whom he had now closed the distance with.
 
She snorted."Don't think at all, how's that."She said moving still in her quick pace.She didn't want to slow down at all, though she would eventually do to him.Humans for all she knew didn't have as much stamina as demons, though she could be wrong about Leonard.Till then, she was keep at it with her pace and hope Leonard wouldn't slow her down, that or any other demon.

((A little fun time with Melanthe and Zarathustra now))



Melanthe watched as her ice spears went through him, though she was surprised the bastard didn't even bother to avoid them.She bared her teeth and was about to summon another wave, only to stop, when she saw him pull free one of the shards that had stayed lodged in his body and throw it towards her.She cursed and managed to jump out of the way, though maganed to get hit on the side.She gasped in pain and fell to the floor."Bastard...."She called out and stood, her legs shaking a bit.With speed, she summoned a red circle under his feet."Die you fucking asshole.'She screamed and fire shot up from the circle, engulfing him in the flames.She laughed."Hahaha..d-die.Die.Die."she said, watching as the flames blazed, no doubt burning him into nothing but ash.
 
Zarathustra beamed as the object hit its mark, though slightly. But even so, he knew it was just the opening he needed. Melanthe would be too distracted by the pain to react before he got to her and ended this little skirmish with a good bout of sex. This time, however, the demon was careless. He failed to take into account the woman's tenacity brought by their last encounter and it cost him quite a bit. He took only a few more steps before he realized that there was something under him. He stopped just in time to see the flames consuming his body and for a brief period, it seemed as if the general had turned her adversary into nothing but dust in the wind. But just as Zarathustra had slightly underestimated his opponent, so too did Melanthe. For within the dancing flames she created, the image of her attacker came to form, showing nothing more than an evil, mocking smile.

And then, he stepped forward, skin steaming and boiling within the fire. It did have the desired effect the woman wanted, burning and charring his body to some extent. However, Zarathustra was not one to let a few flickers of flame consume the burning spirit he posessed within him. And as if he were to give Melanthe one final insult to her power before taking her, the burns began to heal rapidly leaving him with nothing more than the wounds and scars that she gave him with the ice shards. And what was more intriuging was that he was now completley naked as the day he was born. "Oh my," the demon muttered with a chuckle. "It seems you burned my clothes off. Oh well, that's okay. After all, what I have planned for you doesn't really require me to be wearing anything at all, now does it?"

And before Melanthe could command another spell or trick to stop him, he was upon her. Like a snake, he straddled her body, using one hand to hold her arms over her head, while with his other one, he covered her mouth, not even giving her the privelage of screaming in fear. No, the only screaming he wanted to her from her was that of lust. He wanted to hear her scream his name while he plowed her repeadetley in some abandoned building. In fact, he had one prepared just in case he got his hands on a woman in this area. It was then, without a word, Zarathustra gave Melanthe a quick chop to the back of the neck, a quick tactic in order to knock her out cold.
 
She was so into her laughing, she did not notice a black form appearing in the center of her blazing fire.She did stop once she looked a few chuckles escaping her lips, until she stood there stunned."H-How.....how..?"She screamed watching as he stepped out.She winced and took a few steps back seeing him nothing more then a naked being, hiw body racked with burn makes over his skin.She gritted her teeth watching him approach."This cannot be."She said.He was to be dead, be nothing more than a pile of ash on the floor.


She listened and he spoke and couldn't help but blush at his inquiry.He woudln't.He didn't dare.Narowing her eyes, she was about to raise her hand, but then she let out a grunt of pain as she was knocked to the ground with him straddling her.She struggled under his hold, trying to pull her hands away.Fear marred her face and she looked at the man that secured her."L-Let me go.Let me go."She said, freaking out as she struggled as hard as she could, but both of them knew she could not escape, even when held down like this.Just as she looked up, his hand came down and then Melanthe only saw black in her vision and her body went limp.She cursed him before succumbing to unconciousness.
 
With her body finally limp under him, Zarathustra took some time to assess his injuries before carrying Melanthe's body off to do his business. The wounds made from the ice shards, though deep, did not hit anything vital and thanks to his rejenerative abilities, they healed quickly. The burns on the other hand were a bit more irritating. Though they healed rather quickly, he could still feel the burning sensation under his skin. Perhaps he was burned a little worse than he thought, but since he was still alive, he would have to deal with it until it went away. Instead, the demon decided to concentrate on what to do with his little trophy woman now that she no longer posed a threat to him. Sure, he could easily take her right there, but that would be no fun. He began thinking to himself for a moment before he remembered something very useful that would make raping the general a lot easier and a lot more fun.

And so, Zarathustra carried the limp body of Melanthe back through the ruined city. He murmured and cursed to himself the whole time just how far he had to go to find her, but that was really the woman's fault for being so far away. His eyes gazed far and wide, looking for a specific building that he remembered looking through. It took a little while, but finally, he found it. It had been a tall building in its time, but the war and general decay had left it a shell of its former glory. What remained inside was a mess of metal and other useless scrap, but Zarathustra saw something there that peeked his interest.

To the humans, it was a simple gynecology table made so that a doctor could examine the female genetalia with relative ease. But Zarathustra saw so much more potential than that. He had taken other women there before and it took him some time to properly adjust them to the table for his version of fun, but when he did, he and his victim would experience such joy. Now, it would be Melanthe's turn. Once he got inside, he placed the limp body of his prize onto the table, making sure to place her legs in the proper position so that they were spread nice and wide. He would have to bind her arms, somehow and for this, he had a solution. It was something he learned from Legion, actually. A particular weakness that magic using demons like her had in common. The building actually had quite a bit of it and once he found it, he fashioned a few long scraps of it like a metal rope and bound the general's ankles to the expanded part of the table and her wrists behind it. Now, there was little do to but wait for Melanthe to awaken and learn of what was coming to her.
 
Pain seared along her neck and her head throbbed. What happened?, The last thing she knew she was fighting Zarathustra that next.........he came at her and knocked her out. That bastard had the gawl to lay a hand on her, but now, now she was slowly coming out of her unconcious state, her eyes slowly opening, blurry a bit, but slowly adjusted. Her neck ached and she moved her hand to try and rub it, but she could not move it. Panic stirred within her and she opened her eyes more, seeing her surroundings and saw that she was in a badly broken down building with almost no walls surrounding them and no ceiling either. Though it was still humid, the sky was slowly blackening, casting dark shadows all around.

She tried to move her hands and found them bound.Not noticing before, she felt a brush of humid air and gasped, looking down to see herself completely naked.She blushed and saw how her legs were positioned. What was this contraption?She was sitting upright almost, her feet pressed agaisnt small little plates, the backs of her knees resting on some cushioned holders as well.Her ankles were bound, her legs spread and a bit of humid air brushed along her womanly folds, making her shiver.

She looked around and saw him. Saw the bastard that did this to him. She knew what he was going to do for it was something she would do to him any time she one a fight against him. It was a back and forth game. The victor raping the other until they could go no farther. This time, she was the loser and she was going to get her just desserts.

For Melanthe, it was hard for her to attack him any time he had her. The bastard would use iron shackles on her, thus nullifying her damn magic. She was physically weak so she could barely fight, but anytime she submitted to him, he would....at times...release her and though she was given the chance, she could not turn away from him without having the pleasure end. Though she would end it with an ice spike through his chest and both wrists and thus making her escape.

Looking at him, she tilted her chin up, showing determination, though truth be told, she was shaking just a bit. "Bastard. What are you going to do to me?"She asked wanting a straight answer, though she knew what it was.
 
Melanthe's vain struggle was amusing to Zarathustra. Even though she bitched and moaned at him about what he was going to do to her, they both knew the answer. But there was another thing on the mind of the demon though. It was something he had to get off his chest and the only person who could maybe give him a straight answer was this lovely, vulnderable woman he was about to rape. He grabbed a chair and sat right next to her head. His hand slowly cradled her as he caressed her cheek and under her chin and let out a small moan of curiosity before replying to her.

"Oh come now, my dear. We both know what's going to happen to you in the next few minutes. Hell, every feral demon for miles will know what will happen to you. But still, there's something on my mind and I just can't keep it inside of me." Zarathustra stood up suddenly and began to encircle his prey as he explained just what he was thinking about. "You seemed rather surprised to see me when you did, didn't you. This leads me to believe that it wasn't I you were hunting for, but someone else. And since the only other compitent demon around other than you or me was Legion, I can only assume that you were after her. Now, normally affairs concerning that witch wouldn't interest me in the least, but since we've made a bit of an alliance, I can't help but be curious as to why."

Zarathustra stopped then next to one of Melanthe's legs, he began to caress it slowly with his hand while looking to see her reaction to it. Then, he spoke once more. "I've decided that if you choose to answer truthfully, I might not be so harsh on you once we begin our little session. Think about it. Not a single scar on your body as I'm plowing into you relentlessley. Wouldn't that be nice?"
 
She held herself from blushing as Zarathustra caressed her cheek and chin.Of course she knew, though for all she knew, he wasn't going to do anything this time.She listened, keeping her eyes locked onto his body, not wanting to miss anything if he decided to try and sneak attack her.When he mentioned that he was in an alliance with legion, that just made things oh so worse for Melanthe.Not only was she supposed to capture Legion and bring her back to her Master, but now she had to deal with Legion's little lap dog.


What business of his to know what she was to do with Legion.Looking at him, she watched as he stopped next to one of her legs and his hand.His rough and callused hand rubbed her smooth, creamy skin, making her squirm a bit, but not much.Now she couldn't help, but blush, already invisioning what those hands would do.How they would hold her, scratch at her, pull at her hair, torment her body.If he thought lying to her, saying he would not hurt her for if she told the truth, then he was a big fucking idiot.

He would not keep his promise, this she knew."You think me an idiot Zarathustra...honestly..and here I though you were smart.Oh but it seems that you are not."She snorted."Just know what its a little girl affair between me and her and nothing more.Now release me or else?"She threatened, though what can she do.She was tied to a chair, her legs spread open and wide for his pleasure.
 
Such a foolish woman was this Melanthe. Sure, Zarathustra might have not kept his promise if she told him everything, but the chances of her getting roughed up if she kept flinging insults at him were far greater. In this instance, she might have been the stupid one for not thinking about the odds more. But, what's done is done and this particular demon who held her captive did not give second chances. In fact, he was almost insulted that she told him it was nothing more than a 'girls affair' between the two of them. Surely, she would have more pride in herself than that to say such a thing.

"Is that really all, my dear?" Zarathustra mused as he stopped caressing her leg. "Really, unless you two were having a competition to see who could fuck the most humans and you lost, I don't see a better explanation for such a comment. Well, whatever. You've now expired any chance of having my mercy, however slim it might have been. If you're going to struggle now, I suggest you save as much energy as possible. You're going to be screaming my name a lot and I don't want your voice to get hoarse too quickly." And with that, the demon gave her a small demonstration of his torment. He moved between her outstretched legs and, starting from her ankle, he walked up her leg with the tip of his fingers, an erotic gesture, perhaps, but with each nail piercing Melanthe's soft, silky skin, it was anything but. So pointed were Zarathustra's nails that they left no trace of blood on the body of the bound woman. It was almost surgical and left nothing but the sensation of pain coming up her leg.

If Melanthe thought he would do the same to the other leg, he would prove to her his sense for misdirection and deceit. For with his other hand, his nails pierced and dragged down the other leg. Though it wasn't as deep as the other, this long scratch was enough to leave red marks that looked as if it was bleeding out. And mixed in with this sensation of pain, Zarathustra began his pleasure, going straight for her womanhood with his tongue. Unlike humans, who's tongues only extended a few inches, a demon's tongue such as Zarathustra could extend much longer. It was perfect for imitating a long, wet, pussy raping tentacle capable of driving a woman to orgasm many times over.
 
She only glared at the bastard, as if she were going to be foolish enough to tell him the truth.Watching him, she only scoffed. Every battle and rape was the same. He was never kind to her and she was never kind to him.She remembered the last time she had him, bound and gagged, him writhing in pain and pleasure.She smiled inwardly at the memory of freezing his cock and balls and watched him suffer when she had a fewe hell hounds lick at him in order to melt the ice....which she personally kept frozen until he begged to be release from such a unmanly thing.To have him licked off by animals, oh it was a good show for her to watch.


Returning from her thoughts, she watched as he moved between her legs, the gesture making her blush a bit, but glare more."Do what you will, everything you do to me isn't out of pitty of kndness from your heart."She said and watched as he raised a hand.She expected him to touch her roughly, but instead, he pressed his nails to her ankle, making her tremble a bit and ran them up her leg.She bit her lip, tingling when she felt the slight pain, but not much."I-Is..that all you got...mere scratching."She said and bit her tongue when he went for her other leg.

She watched as he pressed his nails to her other leg and she expected the same, but to her stupidity, she did not get the same treatment as her other leg did.She winced, struggling a bit when he scratched as her more viciously, red marks marring her precious white skin.She bit her lip hard, trying her best not to make a sound.Those marks would disappear soon, but seeing them on her lovely skin sickened her."B-Bastard..."she breathed and watched as he settled his head between her legs.


His tongue was out and Melanthe could not believe he would to this already.She struggled against the binding, trying to move away, but was unable to do so."J-Just.....just torment and kill me now your asshole."She said, breathing hard.That tongue.That damn tongue of his had a way of making her beg like a slut, something she hated.She clenched and unclenched her hands, feeling his hot breathe on her moist folds and ruffling the tiny little patch of curls.She looked at him with menace, promising retrubution when this was over.
 
The quivering of Melanthe's body as it writhed under his touch of both pain and pleasure brought great joy to Zarathustra. It was like playing with a living doll of the highest quality. One that would never break no matter how you twisted or turned it. The ultimate toy of pleasure. But if she thought this was the extent of what he could do, she had another thing coming. She seemed quick to forget that time when he first took her, beating her body, breaking bones and cleaving bits of tissue before molesting and fucking the rest of her. Though he was more merficul than that moment, there was still more he could do to her and she needed a harsh reminder of that. After taking a few more laps at her moist cunt, he rose up, folding his hands on her stomach like some kind of table, his tongue lapping up the sweet juices from his lips so he could speak clearly.

"Kill you?" Zarathustra replied with a bit of a chuckle. "Why would I want to do that?" As he continued to speak, he began to flick his nails at her exposed nipples. It was an annoying sensation to have such powerful fingers flicking at the nipples, the demon remembered clearly a time when Melanthe tried doing the same thing to him. He thought she was going to slice them right off, the way they were impacting him. Oh, how much worse must it have been for her now that the tables have turned. And after he had a bit of fun toying with her like this for a couple of minutes, he climbed her suddenly, planting his rear on her torso as if to straddle her. He leaned in close to her and with his tongue, licked her cheek seductivley before whispering in her ear, "You complete me." Before she could protest anymore, his mouth covered hers, the tongue forcing its way down her throat.
 
Melanthe writhed, trying her best to get away from that damn bomb, oh but how that damn tongue felt so damn good withing her. Her hips bucked on there own accord and her lip was sucked, her teeth nibbling on the soft skin."Z-Zara-.."She stopped, before she could say his name. Dammit, already she was falling under his spell and she cursed herself ten fold for it. Looking down, her cheeks flushed, she glared, or tried to, until finally the bastard pulled away."Fuck...you...you know that."She said and gasped when he simply placed his hands on her stomach.

She grit her teeth, keeping herself from thrashing and hurting herself. Not long, Melanthe winced, biting her lip hard when he flicked at her nipples. They were hard and sensative and with him flicking them so hard, it hurt like a bitch. She closed her eyes, little mewish whimpers sounding off from her throat, until finally he stopped. With a relieve gasped, she opened her eyes, only for a whoomph of air leaving her mouth as he sat on her. "B-Bastard......g-get....off....m-me.."She breathed, his big body to heavy for her.

The lick on her cheek got her hot , horny and wet and damn him, with that tongue. Looking away, she wiggled but to no avail."Well you don't-hmph"Her lips were fiercely captured by his mouth and his ht tongue slid inside, passed her teeth and rubbing against her tongue. He played with hers and she played back, unable to help herself, until her eye widen when she felt where his tongue was slipping. She shook her head as her eyes glossed over with tears. His tongue slid towards the back of her throat, touching it and making her gag. Melanthe tried to pull away, but he had a good hold on her chin.

The tip continued, not stopping, until it slowly went down her throat, her body jerking and thrashing under him. She felt it,Devil save her, she was feeling his slick tongue down her throat and she could only take it and gag a bit.
 
It didn't take long for Zarathustra to remove his tongue. He wasn't all into kissing anyways. Not unless he was fucking someone in the process. He could feel the heat of her body pressed up against his now, proof that what he was doing was making her hot. And it was no surprise, really. Aside from his own experience, he had the pleasure of reading through some of Legion's books on both demon and human anatomy as some of the more powerful demons shared human characteristics in the first place. It gave him the knowledge of just where to touch a woman to make her the horniest and Melanthe was no different.

The demon climbed off of her suddenly, making sure to stretch his limbs for what was coming next. When he was done, he turned his back to her and began to masturbate a little. As he did, he spoke in a bit of a teasing tone. "Remember when you said my dick was small? Normally, I would be a bit insulted at that kind of comment, but today, I have a bit of a surprise for you." Zarathustra stopped speaking then and began to concentrate a little more on masturbating. When he was finished, he turned around to face his captive slowly. What she would gaze upon would be something quite unnatural, even for demon standards. He stood before her with a great erection, more than a foot in length. It was throbbing a bit due to the masturbation and garaunteed, when it would be put between Melanthe's legs, it would throb a lot more.

"Do you like it?" He asked, looking down at it. "It is quite a sight, ain't it? A little gift to me from your dear friend Legion. I have to admit, her potions are quite potent. Not even I thought I could grow to such a length, but here it is right before me." Zarathustra walked forward to where Melanthe's head was, he placed his member next to her cheek so she could feel its unnatural pulse. "Just imagine what it will feel like when I put this into you. When those muscles between your legs convulse and squeeze against it as you scream in pleasure and agony. I bet you'll come so many times, it will be enough to fill a bucket."
 
When he removed his mouth and tongue, she sucked in a harsh gasp, breathing hard, trying to regain whatever control she had.Bastard. Fucking bastard would have made her choke over and over again on that fucking tongue of his.When he finally got off her and walked away, only to turn, Melanthe took the opportunity of his turned back to struggle against her bonds, trying to see if she can break them, but they were of no avail. Surely this bastard was told which type of metal to use on her and no doubt it was Legion. As he spoke,she stopped her struggling and listened."Tis small, compared to a humans."She said, knowing that would peave him. Demons were far larger then humans, but to a certain extent. To be compared to a human was an insult.


She couldn't see what he was doing, but the way his arm move, Melanthe guessed he was stimulating himself and when he turned, Melanthe's eyes widened. He more then just stimulated. He fucking grew. She gaped, her eyes unable to look away from that large girth of his.What?...How? How could he have gotten so hude.

Melanthe shook all over, imagining that thing inside of her and ripping her in two.No doubt-

She frowned, hearing Legion's name. So this was Legion's doing. That fucking bitch had the knack of helping those that did not deserve help."No doubt it'll fall off within a few minutes."She said.For all we know Legion screwed him over.Watching, she followed as he near and Melanthe moved her head away as far as she could, not wanting to be touched by that thing."That dick will surely fall off before you can even get it inside me.Shame. Legion isn't one to be trusted and like an idiot you did."She smirked."maybe you should find an antidote and get that thing back to its small size."She wa bound and with no way of escaping and all she could do was insult the male, knowing full well the consequences were going to be dire.
 
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