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Up Into Hell (Lustfull_Sin & I)

It was true, Legion did have a way of screwing over the people she tried to help. But Zarathustra knew better. He had to, otherwise he wouldn't survive long in this cruel new world which was overrun by some of the most fearsome creatures in history. He went as far as to warn Legion before accepting this gift that should anything happen to him, he would hunt her to the ends of the Earth to erase her from existence. And with a reputation like his, it was no idle threat.

Still, Melanthe's mouth was a bit to big for his liking and the demon let her know who was boss with a swift slap of her cheek. "You annoy me with your incessant chatter, you know. Even if what you say is correct." He walked back around between her legs, his enhancement resting on her torso comfortably. "So let us say that it does fall off," he continued, his hands caressing her thighs gently. "I'll still shove it inside you and watch as you squirm in pleasure. And when I'm done, I'll shove it down your throat so you'll know what a real demon tastes like, and then..."

The look on Zarathustra's face seemed to change. It became more sinister, more evil. It was the face a demon like him should have, cruel and unmerciful. His hands went from a gentle caress, to a deathgrip on her legs, his claws piercing deep into her skin. "I'll hunt down the bitch and rip her head off!" The evil grin on his face would have brought lesser beings to their knees in fear. After a moment, he let up on Melanthe a bit, his claws left her skin showing the feint signs of blood on his nails. He licked them off like a cat and eyed his victim once more. "But enough about Legion, hmm? Why don't we get started?"

Zarathustra took a moment to assert himself before going in. He wanted to make sure every single inch of him pierced her womanhood in such a way that she would be screaming for him before it all got in. Slowly, almost torturously, he teased her, putting the head of his beast near the folds. He looked into her eyes wondering what she was thinking then. Was it fear? Anticipation? Desire? He would ease those thoughts of hers now as he began his push into her. It slid in really well, a testament to how wet she got when he teased her with his mouth earlier. More and more it went in and already, he could feel her muscles tightening around him. He couldn't see, but he was sure he was deep in her now and when it went all the way in, he began the slow process of moving back and forth inside of her.
 
She did not wince or gasp when he slapped at her.He could beat her all he wanted, she would not cave in...yet.Zarathustra was cruel, then again, so was she when she had her way wit him.Looking at him once more, she watched as he moved betwen her legs, his monstrous cock relaxing ontop her tummy.She could see how much it'll be pushed within her, past her cervix and invade her empty womb.Dread crept over her at the fact that that thing would fill her beyond what it was supposed to fill.Swallowing a lump that seemed to form in her throat, Melanthe closed her eyes a bit, jumping when he gripped her thighs hard, making her writhe against his hold.

His sharp nails pierced at her smooth skin and she could see little blood beads forming and slowly running down, until the bleeding stoped mere seconds when he let go of her.She bit her lip, trying her best not to move her hips as he began to tease her folds with the head of his cock, causing her to grow even wetter."Z-Zara-"She stopped herself before she could finish his name.She would not say it.She would not cry out to this man in any way.Closing her eyes,her mouth parted as he slipped himself inside her folds, slowly burrying himself little by little.He stretched her out more then ever, and Melanthe, gasped, her hips raising as she took him easily."N-No more.Please..no-"She gritted her teeth, the head pressing against her cervix and went passed it, invading her womb now.'No more, no more.."she cried out, his cock being a bit to much.She had never had such a big thing inside her and to have Zara be the first...well it infuriated her.

Without listening to her pleas, he began to move back, then forward, going slowl and steady, his cock rubbing against her clit and pussy walls, the sensation of pleasure building and running along her body, making her tingle."Z-Zara..."She gasped, archign her back each time his cock rubbed against a certain sensitive spot within her.
 
With each and every thrust he put into her, Zarathustra could feel Melanthe's resistance slipping. She could try to deny all those times he took her to that sensual place, but deep within her demon soul, she wanted and craved it. He was more than glad to provide her with such a service...with a little motivation, of course. He began to quicken the pace a bit, the feeling of the walls of her womanhood convulsing around him egging him on. The thought of bringing pain to her, no longer crossed his mind. There was only the pleasure and with each thrust, he wanted more.

Harder and harder the demon pushed, to the point where the aparatus that Melanthe laid upon began to buckle from its bolted down position. Such was a display of the power of Zarathustra during a sexual frenzy. He would give little thought to the person he was fucking, but rather, to how good it felt and when it came to Melanthe, just the way she uttered his name drove him mad with lust. It finally came to the point where the aparatus finally broke apart and began to move backward with each thrust of the demon's enchanted cock.

He pushed harder and harder until they were stopped by the wall. And now, with each push he made into her, Zarathustra was causing the walls of the buidling itself to shake in response to his power. But like Legion before him, he was too distracted to realize what he was doing. For he was gaining the attention of some sinister creatures within the shadows. They observed the building and seemed to communicate to each other with their eyes. It was unclear who they were or what they wanted...
 
Melanthe shook her head from left to right, her pussy slick with juices and lewd sounds coming from it as Zarathustra pounded into her over and over again. So much for her own control. It broke right when she felt the chair she was bound to shake and move a bit as his thrusting increased in speed.Licking her lips, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and closed, her mouth open as over and over again, cute little whimpered, "ah, ah, ah."left her mouth, that or "Zara, Zara, Zara."Yes, she was saying his name and it felt good as it rolled off her tongue and into the air.


Trying her best, she arched her back as best she could, trying to angle her hips so she could feel him better, but because of the bindings, she could not move so much."Oh Fuck, yes, yes, yes. There.Yes.There."She said, unaware of the chair unbolting form its place, skidding along the floor, until it slammed into the wall, debri slowly cracking from the wall behind her."Untie me. Zara, please.Please. I need to touch you."She begged like a slut, her eyes glazed over with hunger. What ever happened to her fighting spirit?To the hate she had for this man? It was funny really. One minute they hated each other to the point of ripping off the limbs, the next, they each begged for the other in a wanton way.In this case, all the hate she had for Zara flew out the broken window and her lust and hornyness took over.


Unaware herself, she kept focused on where she and Zarathustra were connected. Watching as his long, hard shaft slipped in and out of her moist folds, disppearing every few seconds."Please. Untie me. Untie me and fuck me hard."She begged once more, the idea of tricking him not even crossing her mind...that is, not yet.
 
In the midst of his relentless pounding of Melanthe's womanhood, Zarathustra could hear the familiar wimpers of his victim, begging, pleading for him to release her so she could touch him. And he was quite tempted to, wondering just what she would do once he did. Would she get on her knees like a slut and finish him off? Or was it a simple trick to get free so she could attack him again? Either scenario would be fine with him, really. He enjoyed not only the sexual aspects of their relationship, but the physical ones as well. It brought the demon such great joy when he would overpower his female victims and this one was no different.

Zarathustra slowed his pace a bit, allowing him to lean in to the begging whore and look into her eyes. Her face was racked with the agony of pleasure and yearning. He was no mind reader, but perhaps she really was being sincere with her words. "Hmm, I guess I can show you a little mercy, I suppose," he started, rubbing his chin a bit. "Yes, I will free you from these bonds on the condition that you show me the same kind of 'release' I will show you. But know this, my dear Melanthe. If you pull any tricks of any kind, the beating I will give to you will be so violent and brutal that no one will recognize you ever again."

He reached around behind her to the bonds and with a quick tug, pulled them off of her like it was some kind of cheap fabric. As he did, he could feel her soft breasts press against him and an idea came to mind. Before she could make any movement with her hands, he grabbed her arms and leaned close. With a voice as soft as a kittens purr, he whispered a command to her. "Perhaps you could use those breasts of yours, hmm?"
 
He took his sweet time, tormenting her so, fucking her still while she begged to have her hands released in order to touch him.She could see her hands wrapping around his massive dick and pumping it fast and hard until he exploded from the sheer pleasure."I won't do such things Zara.You have my word."She said, feeling his hard chest press agaisnt her breasts and one second later, her hands were released.She gasped in joy and before she could make a move to hold onto him, he took a hold of her wrists.She gasped, looking into his eyes, then growled huskily.

"You always had a thing with my breasts Zara."She chuckled and gently pushed him away, her lower lip sucked as she felt him slipping out of her and soon she was empty.Slowly, she slipped from the weird contraption of a chair and turned Zara around, pushing him on the seat and forcing him back.She pushed his legs open, why even bothering to place them on the holders where her's were.Licking her lips, she placed her hands on either side of her breasts and leaned forward, wrapping her soft mounds around his massive, hard dick and pressed them together."Mmmm...so hard..."She felt his member throbbing against her skin and she liked it.

Leaning in, she opened her mouth and ran her pink tongue along the side of his cock, lolipopping licking his cock almost."In truth, I can't take you completely in my mouth.A shame really."She said, leaning all the way up, her lips kissed the tip of his penis, her hands shifting her breasts up and down, masaging him gently and sensually with her soft mounds.
 
Whether he were stupid or brave, Zarathustra readily gave himself over to Melanthe then. He was curious to see just how she would act in front of him. Would she give in to him? Or would she simply trick him again and leave him to fend for himself like she had done in the past? For now, it seemed, she was going to do as he asked as she wrapped her soft mounds around his throbbing dick. Her breasts and his augmented cock seemed to fit well together like a key to a lock that would open the door to unending bliss.

It was then the woman even went as far as to press him further with her tongue and lips. He didn't require the added pleasure, but Zarathustra readily welcomed it with a soft, confident moan. He was ready to burst as it was, what with his violent reaming of her pussy with his appendage, but this would surely send him over the edge. And it happened just then. His white, sticky fluids let out all over her breasts, the enhancement of the potion seemed to increase the ammount by quite a bit. And it seemed, just like with Leonard, Zarathustra didn't feel himself limp. In fact, he was ready to go again should Melanthe choose to do the same.
 
She continued to torment him in the most pleasurable of ways.Moving her breasts up and down, going as fast as she wished to go, her nipples hard as points, her fingers twisting them gently each time she moved her breasts."Oh Zara.."She groaned, feeling his cock throb against her soft mounds.Dipping her head down, she ran her tongue along the head of his dick, tasting the salty essence of his seed.He was close to bursting, no doubt he would cover her face with his white, hot spunk.


Just as she was about to give him one more list and suck, he rupture, coating her breasts as well as a bit on her cheeks, lips and chin.She opened her mouth to catch some on her tongue, then swallowed, moaning at the salty taste of his semen.Once he calmed down, she smiled, licking her lips."Quite messy.You were always rather clean."She paused."Some time."She chuckled and wiped her face from his cum, though looked down, seeing him stil hard and throbbing."Hmmm...I wonder what kind of potion Legion gave you?"She asked, wondering how long Zara would be hard for.She looked up at him"Hmmm...so it won't go away, will it?"Carefully, she crawled ontop of the contraption, straddling his lap, his cock pressing firmly against sex, the head touching her stomach.Leaning in, she felt his cock rub hard against her moist pedals as well as tummy, her lips pressing against his ear, her tongue licking at his lobe."What now Zara, hmm?"She asked, teasing the besotted fool.Her mind was still fogged from pleasure, way to fog.She wanted more of Zara, more of his hot seed, though this time, inside of her.


Reaching her hand down, she took hold of him and stroked him, giving him long, slow strokes."Are you done with me already?"She asked sweetly.
 
Zarathustra was so consumed with pleasure and the though of pleasing this sex warped slut that he failed to notice what was going on outside. A steed had made its way near the building and on top of it, rode a cloaked individual who looked rather small and hunched over like some kind of hermit. In his hand was a rather vicious looking spear with a jagged point to it. He raised the spear up and pointed it towards the building where Zarathustra and Melanthe were hold up. He seemed to be aiming at the wall with purpose, as if he could clearly see what was beyond it. He pressed something on the spear and the blade began to rotate rapidly. He then thrust it forward and from the tip fired what looked to be a bullet of compressed air.

Zarathustra leaned his head forward so that he could nibble on the neck of Melanthe. Little did he know that this move probably saved his life. Before he knew it, he heard the sound of a pop and something brush the hair on the back of his head. It made him freeze in his tracks, any sense of sexual pleasure he was feeling was washed away, replaced by that instinct of survival that had led him to salvation so many times before. The demon reached to the back of his head and felt the scalp. It was...wet. When he brought his hand back around, he could see that it was not the sweat of sexual intercourse, but blood. His blood. He turned to the source of the sound which was like that of a small pop and began to rise to his feet.

Zarathustra then pushed Melanthe away from him, almost in a manner like he were completley disregarding her existence. His instincts told him that she wasn't the source of this mystery and those instincts would soon prove to be right. He saw a bit of light coming from a hole in the wall and he inched closer and closer to it. It wasn't a normal hole. No, this one was too perfectly round and clean to be natural. He went to gaze through the hole and when he did, he saw something that made him jump back. But this movement was too late. His enemy had already struck again, shooting more of those 'bullets through the wall and slicing the flesh of Zarathustra. He recoiled, putting his arms to his head to protect it, knowing that if these things could easily rend his flesh, then taking one to the head would certainly be lethal.
 
Melanthe was consumed in heated bliss, moaning as she tilted her head back to give Zara better access to her neck.She quivered ontop of him and before she knew it, she felt him stiffen under herself, then something seemed to whoosh by.Before she could say anything, Zarathustra was attempting to push her off him and she managed to slide off his lap and contraption without having to fall on her ass.Cursing, she frowned in at him."Honestly.Couldn't you be any more ruder?"She asked, unaware of what was happening.

Watching him slip from that contraption, his cock seeming to slowly go flaccid, she watched as he approached the wall and bend forward, looking through something."What is it?"She asked, curious as to what he was doing.Was the fucking that bad that he had to show it by looking through a wall.Before she could say anything, she watched him back away quickly, blood running down his arms."What the-"She gasped, ducking down and behind the table contraption."What in the hell is going on?"She demanded, hearing more of those whooshing sounds whizzing by, cutting perfect little halls along the wall.

"Do not tell me someone is out there trying to kill you?"She asked, irritated now.If someone was after him, then because of him, she was caught between the crossfire and no doubt she would have to fight back just to save her skin.
 
As the onslaught stopped, Zarathustra slowly brought down his arms. He tried to make sense of what just happened to him, and while his first instinct was to turn to Melanthe with that murderous look in his eyes, he knew that she wasn't responsible. Otherwise, she wouldn't have ducked down like she did. No, whoever did this came from outside, and seemed oblivious to the fact that there were two demons in here peacefully having sex...sorta. Before he could take any other action though, a voice echoed into the building. It was someone he had not heard before, but once the voice made his intentions clear, the demon began to seethe with anger.

"Zarathustra! You're surrounded! There's no point in resisting, so come on out peacefully so you can face your death with honor!" The individual on the steed seemed to make a motion with his spear and the sounds of light footsteps could be heard going towards the building. Whoever the steps belonged to, there were more than one of them and they moved very swiftly to infiltrate the building. They became like shadows, crawling up the walls inside where Zarathustra and Melanthe were, the only sign of their presence, a pair of glowing red eyes that rotated in a 360 degree turn. But even with their stealthy movements and near invisibility, Zarathustra knew something was up. He began to eye his surroundings, looking for any sign of an intruder or intruders. That's when they struck.

They descended upon him from above, diving down and clawing deep into his back, leaving three long gashes. Zarathustra recoiled and swung wildly behind him, hoping to hit whatever it was that struck him. To his dismay, he only hit air and as he came back around, he felt another pair of claws ripping into his back again. And again, the demon swung wildly. At this point, Zarathustra was really beginning to get angry. These damn cowards were hitting him in the back and stealthily retreating like a bunch of snakes. He had to do something to get him off his back, and at once, his ingenuity kicked in. His gaze turned to Melanthe and without a word, he swept her up and backed into a nearby wall. His arm was wrapped tightly around her neck to keep her from moving too much. And if she needed a little extra incentive to keep still, Zarathustra whispered into her ear in a terrible, murderous tone, "If you don't want to die, don't move an inch." He never looked at her when he said this, instead, continuing to gaze around the room to find his attackers.
 
Who ever was out there was going to pay yet be thanked for stopping the fucking that Zara and her were having.She would have giving herself to this demon, but a little sliver of her mind had been yelling at her to stop and kill the blasted demon.Being nemisis sucked. Though, right now, she saw ducking and finally, the onslaught of what ever was shooting at us stopped."Is...it over?"She asked, looking around, dust plumed up in the air, making her wheeze a bit.

She dare not stand for she felt as if the attack would commense again.That's when it spoke, the being who had attacked."The hell?"She said, listening intently.She felt as if she new the voice, but wasn't quite certain without seeing the face of the bastard to whom it belonged to.Slowly, she stood, but then jumped back when she saw eyes glowing in the shadows.What creatures blended with the shadows? She needed to remember, but there were a few, some in different classes and others in the same. Not long, one long, sharp claw lashed out and caugh Zarathustra in the back."Bastards, show yourselfs.'she screeched, seeing another one lash out. They were in a disadvantage.Every corners and knook was covered in shadow, hell , the hole building, save where the holes from the bullets. Before she could summon an attack, Zara had her by the neck, pressed against his chest and pressed tightly against the wall.Bastard."Why must I be your shield?"She asked, annoyed at the position she was in.

"Do not give me orders you ingrate.They blend with the shadows.So we must take that away from them. And I pray ask, that you do not move."She said to him and closed her eyes.She could hear the creatures, their giggles of glee.They were ready to strike, though they didn't wish to deal with her, but they would have to in order to get to Zara.Bastard. Feeling her body loosen, her arms hanging loosely by her sides, she heart slowed and Melanthe carefully concentrated energy, her finger tips tingling."Close your eyes when I say."She whispered to him.Carefully, the energy gathered in her hands, focusing at the points of her finger tips and just as one creature was about to slash at her, she opened her eyes."NOW!."She yelled at Zara and shot her hands up, shooting a bright beam of light towards the ceiling, blowing it up, the debree disintigrating into dust. The twilight sun was still high and light illuminated every corner.The creatures could not hide anymore.
 
As Zarathustra began to calm himself and formulate a plan to escape his predicament, he was made curious by the words of Melanthe. It seemed odd that she would willingly help him as his attackers would more than likely prove to be her allies. A slight grimmace came across the face of the demon as he begrudgingly decided to humor her, believing that if she pulled some kind of stunt that would further hamper him, he would snap her neck right where she stood. It would certainly be easy enough what with the position they were in. "Tch, this better work," he whispered to her as her hands began to glow with her magical energies. Upon giving the signal, his eyes snapped shut and only the sound of the caving rooftop was proof of her plan of action.

Zarathustra waited for the dust to settle a bit before opening his eyes again. And when he did, his prey was as apparent to him as the red of the sky above. To a fool's eyes, it didn't seem that much had changed. There was still no sign of the enemy and what sunlight remained in the day proved to show how old the building they occupied had become. But for a hunter like Zarathustra, there was a new wealth of information in his line of vision. The sunlight had removed a vast majority of the shadows his enemies had used to hide within. What remained wouldn't be enough to conceal their bodies which now, without the darkness to aid them, created a bit of distortion where they stood. A clear sign of the cloaking power they posessed.

With a grin, Zarathustra moved Melanthe aside and reached for his first target. It was the one that had seemingly tried to rip through her to get to him. The chaos of the collapsing roof was enough of a distraction for the demon to get his hands around its neck and snap it like a twig. The death of this creature exposed its true nature as its now limp body uncloaked in his hand. "Chameleonites, eh? I should have figured." These creatures he mentioned were indeed crafty ones to be sure. They were used primarily for stealth missions. Spying, assassination and other special operations were high on these creatures lists and with their particular talents, it was easy to see why. They were deadly creatures with one serious drawback. It seemed that once exposed, they would descend into a bit of a panic and once caught, their frail bodies would prove to be no match for the weapons of their captors whether it be the blade or the fist.

Zarathustra tossed aside the body and began to go for the others who by now, upon seeing the death of their comrade had decloaked and attacked in a fury unlike the calm and silent methods they employed against the demon earlier. Needless to say, it was a short and bloody confrontation. the bodies were plied upon one another, their blood staining both the ground and Zarathustra's still naked body. The look in his eyes and the evil toothy grin he gave showed Melanthe what a true feral demon he was. If he had lost it completely, surely she would be next on his list of victims. But the lingering thoughts of the two of them coming together in glorious sexual bliss staved his anger towards her. And rather than have to deal with her and whoever it was that was still out there waiting for him, he would need to make his escape. He turned to the woman then and looked upon her with eyes of discontent. He gave one simple command to her, one he believed she would obey without question. "Get lost."
 
Melanthe scowled when she was pushed to the side. He still treated her with little care, then again, what did she expect. Watching him, her eyes focusing as he reached forward with his hand and grabbed for the demon's neck, the beautiful sound of breaking bone ringing in her ears. Seeing the creature dropped to the ground, Melanthe raised a brow, seeing it slowly transform, its true body fully exposed to her eyes. "Hmph, should have known. Fulthy bastards."She sneered, hating to deal with such creatures. She'd was forced to cast a protective barrier around her Master's castle along with other caster in order to protect him from the creatures. One of his cocubines had been struck down by one of them, a failed attempt in killing him. She heard the furry shrieking of the chameleon like demons, all of them launching themselves to both Zara and her, but Zarathustra was having his joyous fun, grabbing at them and killing them with a simple twist of his wrist.


Bloody bodies gathered around him, and close to her feet. She had to smile. He looked rather hot with those murderous eyes. With the last one dropped to the floor, Melanthe was smiling a bit. When he turned to her, her eyes were forcused on his eyes,seeing the malice and death in them. They swirled like the black rivers of hell. He moved close, but the words spoken were not the ones she was expecting. Frowning, she glared at him, narrowing her eyes. Well, who said it would last long. The comfort of hard sex. Not with this man. Sneering, she turned away from him, but before she took one step, her lips curled into a wicked smile and she raised her hand, punching him hard in the cheek and as she made contact, she sent a shock of electricity, making him fly back and crach through the wall opposite from where his attacker was on the other side. "Be glad I didn't send you flying towards him. Else I would have upset to know that you died by that bastards hands. Stay alive you filth, because next time we meet, it'll be your last time of living. " she shoulted to him.And with that, she waved her hand and summoned a dimension circle, stepped through it and disappeared.
 
Melanthe's reaction was not quite what Zarathustra expected. He expected her to comply completely, the fear oozing from his voice bending her will to his, but instead, she turned away almost in disgust. What happened next was a surprise even to him. She actually dared to throw a punch at him! In his current state of mind, he could have taken it as an act of agression and tore her limb from limb right there, but for some reason, he didn't react quite as quick as he might have. Perhaps it was the memory of the beautiful sex they had together, that one brief moment of passion driving the both of them to come closer than they ever have before. It was the kind of soft, tender feeling that he felt to be weak amongst all beings, yet when he felt it, it felt almost...right. The electricity crackled across his face then and he knew he had been had. There was nothing left to do but to let gravity take over, even if it meant going through a wall which he did with great velocity. A few short seconds later, he was bouncing across the cold, hard earth and came to rest some distance away, his body now covered in scrapes and dirt and road rash.

The individual who had sent the Chameleonites after Zarathustra heard this and underneath his cloak, inched his head up just enough to make it seem that something had gotten his attention. He remained silent throughout, the only noise around him being the falling echoes of collapsing debris as his target was thrust outside. Another moment passed and he began to sense that perhaps the situation had completely died down by this point. This was confirmed when another one of his cloaked soldiers approached and whispered something into his ear. This brought the individuals attention to his side as he suddenly pronounced, "So, Melanthe. I see you were able to get away safely." It was as if he were talking to a person right next to him though no one was there and still expecting a response.
 
Melanthe appeared a few feet away from the shattered looking building that she had been with Zarathustra. Hidden behind the dead trees, she narrowed her eyes, watching as Zara’s body was lying on the floor a few feet away from the building. She was about to turn away, until she heard her name being said and a familiar voice speaking to her from among the wind. Melanthe frowned, her back pressed against the hard bark of the black tree. “You fucking asshole. You obviously had no care if I died or not.” Wishing it had been some other person to attack.

Raising her hands, she made a cloak appear and she snatched it, wrapping it around her shoulders and tied it, covering her naked form from any prying eyes. “What brings you here? I’m assuming it wasn’t to save me from him n0ow was it?” Whatever the intent now, she was free and she can continue in search of Legion. Legion was to be captured and taken back to her Master, where her body would be used in such a demeaning manner.
 
If the cloaked individual had an expression on his face, he was hiding it very well. Otherwise, he didn't seem to react at all to Melanthe's harsh words. "It's not my fault if you were weak enough to be captured by that man," he replied, showing a bit of amusement in his voice before getting his steed to move forward a bit. "But I guess that explains why you were taking too long. That's why they sent me to assist you in your hunt. Who would have guessed you really did need assistance?" It was almost as if this person were thinking that he would be here to clean up the mess she caused rather than simply team up with her. But whatever the case, he was here now and the mission would get more interesting.

Grendel was what they called him. Always cloaked and riding some kind of steed, he seemed a bit of a mystery. What wasn't a mystery though was his ruthlessness in battle. A master tactician, he was known for orchestrating the disection of human settlements in the old wars. No target was safe from his wrath, not even his allies. If for one second, he saw weakness, he would already have ideas in mind to weed them out and eliminate them.

As Grendel made his way to Melanthe's side, Zarathustra had risen to his feet. Still covered in cuts, bruises and the blood of his enemies, he clenched his jaw in discomfort. "Damn woman," he mumbled to himself. "I knew I should have killed her when I had the chance." As he cursed himself for his inaction, he suddenly realized that the other enemy was still out there, no doubt actively hunting for him. With the shape his body was in, even he didn't know if he would survive another battle or not. It was this uncertainty that drove the demon to retreat for now. If he could get to Legion, then perhaps if that enemy attacked again, he would stand a better chance of survival.

And speaking of Legion...

Leonard had lost track of the time he had spent running with the witch succubus. Long past the point of exhaustion, his body was only able to continue thanks to the fuel of the woman's spell. But even with this, his body could only go so far and as he continued, he suddenly collapsed without warning. The fear of being electrocuted for being too far away from her drove him to get to his feet again and continue, but after a few steps, he collapsed yet again and found he was unable to move his body despite the spell that empowered him. With a hoarse breath, he called out to her, desperate to try and stop her pace. "Hey! I can't move over here! Stop!" After saying this, he let out a loud cough and rested his head against the ground with barely any strength to lift it.
 
Melanthe growled. “ I didn't need your assistance on anything.”She said, hissing the words almost. The last thing she ever wanted was to be seen as a weakling. She could have easily seduced Zarathustra, making him tell her where Legion was. She was succeeded, but Grendel had to interfere and ruin everything. “He does not understand the ways I work, nor do you.” He being the one who issued the commands to her and to Grendel. “ Instead of 'helping' me, you should have made yourself useful and searched for Legion.” But if Grendel had found Legion, then Melanthe would have been seen as useless and the last thing she wanted was to suffer from that man's hands. Moving along the trees, Melanthe made her way towards Grendel, focusing her hearing and managed to hear the hoof falls of his steed.

Stepping out from the line of trees, Melanthe looked at Grendel as he continued to near, her face masked with anger. “ Now that you have ruined my chance at gaining information, what shall we do now.” Grendel couldn't possibly know that they were both engaged in hard, pounding sex. Melanthe was mentally cursing this bastard for ruining such a joyous moment, even if it was degrading. The both hated each other, determined to kill the other, but whenever they fell into the act of raping one another, Melanthe always seemed to love it. Anticipated it every time. “Legion must be long gone and hiding once more, though where, I am not sure.”



Speaking of Legion, the woman continued to walk without a problem, her legs taking her straight towards the village known as Figderd. It was inhabited by bear/lizard like creatures. They were no more then 4-5' tall, though when threatened, they grouped and attacked their enemy, using their serrated sharp teeth and claws to maul and kill. Legion was humming to herself, until she heard Leonard shout behind her. She ignored him at first, but when he shouted again, she stopped, looking back to see him a few feet away behind her. “Oh honestly. You humans need to get out more.”She tsked, walking back to him. At this point, they would get captured before they reached the village. Already the sky was darkening and Legion did not wish to sleep out here, especially out in the open, for the trees thinned out a bit, which meant they were near the village. “We're close to the village.” Moving next to him, she poked him with her foot and sighed. “Worst slave ever. Honestly. Have you no stamina.” Summoning a small glowing circle, she slipped her hand in and pulled out a tiny little vial. Closing the circle, Legion leaned down, uncorked the vial and forced Leonard to drink the vial concoction. “Don't spit it out. It will strengthen you for a moment, until we reach Figderd. From there, you can rest.”

She hauled him up onto his feet with ease and shoved him forward. “You humans need to work out more. How embarrassing if you can't even walk a few miles.” A few miles being almost 5 or so from where they had been before. “Remember, you are my human slave, understand. You do as I saw and say nothing in return. If the villagers even hear you speak without permission, then I shall be forced to punish you before their eyes and trust be, I don't think you would like having your body convulsing thanks to electricity.”
 
"If I were given orders to find Legion, I would have done so already and left you to die at the hands of the traitor," Grendel seemed to snap back from beneath his cloak as if he didn't care for the way Melanthe did her job. As she approach, he seemed to calm down a bit with the sight of her beautiful form. If he weren't such an ugly creature beneath this disguise, he felt he might have had a chance for her. But based on what she said next, it seemed she had eyes for another. He didn't even want to think what she was trying to do to get information from Zarathustra, giving herself up to that demon's ravenous appetite for sex and destruction. Indeed, he had an idea of what was going on, but for whatever reason, chose to keep quiet about it. In the meantime, he addressed to the woman his plans.

"I've already sent one of my scouts to track Zarathustra. I believe he will try to meet up with Legion at some point and assess what they should do next. When that happens, we will raid their location...together. This way, there won't be any screw-ups." Indeed, what Grendel said was true. As Zarathustra was tracking Legion's whereabouts through scent and instinct, one of the chameleonites watched from the shadows, cleverly cloaked and hidden from his prey's view. And as the steed let out a cry, the general turned away from Melanthe and began to ride forward into the open distance. "Let's move out."

Meanwhile, Leonard had to deal with the insulting words Legion had for him as she showed little remorse for his situation. He could see her approaching him now, prodding him with her foot and bringing to his lips another one of her formulas meant to try and get him back on his feet. Though he was somewhat relieved that she cared enough to do this, he was already beginning to tire of these potions and drugs of hers that affected his body. He would rather be back home now, enjoying a steak and some potatoes and a mug of root beer. Instead, the bitter taste of this woman's potion fell to his tongue and all the way down his throat. Just as she said, he could feel some of his vitality returning to him and with a little help, he reached his feet once more with the knowledge that they would soon be at their destination, a village called Figderd.

Leonard began to move forward again, following Legion as close as his body would allow. Still, she continued to berate him about his stamina to which he finally replied, "Walk? You were running like your life depended on it! It's a miracle that I'm even able to keep this close to you at the pace you're running!" It was about this time, the young man began to worry a bit about how he would be received at this village they were going to. There were surely other demons there, though none of them probably had the power or influence that Legion had. Still, he knew that he would be walking into the preverbial lion's den with no form of protection other than that of the woman who called him a slave. "Yeah, I get it," he replied with a grimace. "I keep my mouth shut and I don't get torn limb from limb. Not that it probably wouldn't happen the minute I stepped in there."
 
Melanthe frowned, showing her displeasure. She wished it was only her that was searching for the bastard, but it seems that the high and might Master of her's was getting tired of the screw ups and let downs. Cursing, she smoothed a hand along her hair. "Very well. We shall catch him together. Though I will be the one to bring him to his knees in defeat, understand?"She said, watching as he simply turned and trotted off. "Oh honestly."She huffed and summoned a circle stepping through it and appeared sitting behind Grendel, no need to worry about holding on.


"It is getting late. I do not wish to stay out here while there is no light. We either head back to the castle or seek shelter somewhere."When the large orange globe hid from the sky, everything became engulfed in darkness. Not even stars illuminated the sky and the moon rarely appeared.


Reaching the village, the creatures that dwelled there were all going about their business. Some greeted Legion, bowing to her and other growled and eyes Leonard as if he were a delicious meal to be offered.

"Sorry dearies, not for you."She said, hearing their whines of disappointment.

Shaking her head, she headed for a shack with a simple door and window. It was bigger than the other shacks, so it showed that she was the one that owned and occupied this home whenever she came to visit. "Come slave."She commanded nice and loud for all to hear. Waving her hand, she unlocked the door and opened it, waiting for Leonard to step in before she closed the door. Inside was rather spacious, though when seeing the shack from the outside, one didn't expect for it to be big inside. "Illusion.Nothing more. Just in case you were wondering." She simple said. There was a small living room and kitchenette connected. In the back was two rooms. One being her bedroom, the other being the bathing room with a large tin tub and bath soaps. Behind the shack was a small herb garden and a well. "Slave. Go outside in the back and fetch some water from the well. I want to take a bath."She commanded, letting herself plop on the small couch that was situated in the far wall, opposite of the kitchen.
 
"I do not fear the darkness and neither should you," Grendel replied with a bit of arrogance in his voice. "But, if you really prefer to cower under a rock until morning, be my guest. If not, sit quietly and enjoy the ride." It seemed as if this general was either just screwing with Melanthe or simply eager to get where he was going in a hurry. Either way, he had no plans to stop and take a rest for quite awhile. This was a good thing for Zarathustra who had now picked up the trail of Leigon. But there was another scent with hers, one that brought a bit of disgust to his face. But no matter the awkward stench, he knew he had to keep moving. The wounds, however, would be aching and telling him to stop with every step and the demon knew he couldn't simply ignore them for too long. He would have to find shelter himself, preferably someplace that was well hidden from the eyes of his pursuers.

It was about this time that Leonard had taken his first steps into the village that Legion had taken him to. It was his first time seeing such a place, but for some reason, it seemed eerily familiar to the areas around where he lived as a child. If he had to put it in simple terms, he would have to call them slums. The buildings that these strange, lizard-like creatures occupied were made of scraps of bigger buildings. Though the metal was solid, he would have to guess that the actual construction was shoddy at best. It was almost as if they could be blown over by a simple gust of wind. There were various lights in the area, their source being a barrel that had its contents lit on fire. Some of the citizens had huddled around them, probably for warmth as their clothing looked lower class to poor at best. It didn't stop them, however from observing the human with eyes of contempt and hunger and each time he stared back, the young man would turn away either out of fear or pity. Others simply bowed or gave greetings to their better, that being the witch succubus that accompanied him. It was clear that she held a position of power here, one of which that could not be easily usurped.

After Legion shooed away the curious onlookers, Leonard found himself being led to a shack that looked slightly bigger than the others, though still simple in construction. Did she really live in a run down looking place like this? The answer, much to his shegrain, was a resounding 'no'. For when he entered the house, he found it to be something much more extravagant than what the small village could provide. In fact, it almost looked...human. There had to be some trick behind this and the succubus confirmed that it was merely an illusion she created to make it seem like it was a run down crappily constructed bunch of scrap. Before he could even finish taking in the sight of the place, she plopped down on a couch and commanded him to get her some water for the bath. He sighed and began to get on it, but not before making an observation. "So, I'm 'Slave' now, huh? Guess it's an upgrade from 'dog'." And with that, he quickly disappeared to the back to get some water from the well.

It looked like a simple well, though, from what he observed of Legion, Leonard couldn't help but be a little nervous about what was down there. He pulled the bucket up and saw that it was filled with what appeared to be clean, fresh water and at once, his cravings got the better of him. Without even bothering to care if it was some kind of poison or not, he took a sip of the water and upon finding it refreshing and cool, he poured the rest of the contents of the bucket over his sweating body. It was such a relief to his weary bones that, for a moment, he had forgotten that he was supposed to be drawing a bath for his new owner. If she had noticed what he was doing by now, he would be in for quite the shock.
 
“Who says I fear it? I simply dislike it Grendel.” That and she was more stronger during the day time than at night. “Hmph. Are you even going in the right direction?”She asked, purposely being annoying. She didn’t like the man, then again, she didn’t like most people. Sighing, Melanthe sat quickly, her body keeping itself on the horse as Grendel forced it at a strong jaunt.

Meanwhile, Legion sighed, her head tilted back, resting against the back of the couch as she waited for Leonard to come back with the fresh water. She wasn’t aware that he was taking too long, until she caught herself nodding off. “Dammit. Where in the hell is he?”She asked, frowning in annoyance. “A simple command and he fails at it. Honestly.” Sighing in frustration, Legion forced herself off the cough, already missing the softness that had pressed against her back. Heading out of the living and towards the back door located near the kitchen, Legion stepped out and was about to call out, but stopped, seeing Leonard dump the fresh, clear water over his head, soaking his body. Staring at him, Legion said nothing, simply watched. It seemed she had pushed him hard, forcing him to move fast in order to get to this village. Perhaps she ought to give him a little reward for being such a good boy during the journey.

Quietly, she moved down the small path that led to the well. Raising her hands, she slowly wrapped them around his body, pressing herself against his back, her breasts firm against his back. “So you get to enjoy fresh water first before me. Rather rude. You should know that your Mistress should always be the one to first get a sip and then, if she wants, she can choose to give some to her slave.” Leaning up, she nipped his ear, moving her tongue along the outer edge of it. “Get the bucket and hurry in filling my bath. I have something to give you once you are finished.”She said and pushed him lightly away from her. Turning, Legion went back inside, slamming the door closed. “Hmph.”She simply said and went to bathchambers. The tub was a bit small. Pointing her finger at it, she made a small circle in the air, then waved her hand. The tub flashed and suddenly began to morph, its shape stretching here and there, widening up until the light dimmed and disappear. The tub was big enough to fit at least three people, four if you wanted the extreme skin to skin contact. “He should have fun filling that up.”She laughed and went back to the living room in order to watch him go back and forth in filling her tub.
 
For a brief moment, Leonard felt fresh and re-energized even though it was simple well water. He forgot about the world around him and knew only peace and tranquility. The world around him seemed like nothing more than a second thought and nothing mattered except the water flowing down his body. But a harsh reality was about to come to him as Legion soon came to discipline her little slave. He had just poured another bucket over his body when she approached as silent as a mouse. He never saw it coming until he felt the softness of her breasts on his back and her gentle embrace cloaked in malice. The young man's body froze then, reality falling on him like a ton of bricks. He was so stiff that the only thing that could be heard was his now rapidly beating heart. Fear set in as the succubus spoke to him in a teasing tone, reaching out and nipping at his ear to further bury her intentions into him.

Those memories of Legion came flooding back into Leonard. That first time he was on the bed with her, bound and drugged, teased and tormented. No doubt, she would have something similar planned for him this time around despite her making it sound more like a reward. He cursed his weakness then, yet at the same time, there was a strange excitement growing within him at what she could be capable of this time around. The moment she released him and turned to go back inside, the young man fell to his knees, his breath heavy and his spirit rattled. Why the woman didn't punish him then, he did not know, but if he wanted to keep it that way, he would have to get to work.

Filling the bucket once more, Leonard trudged back inside and looked for the bath. He didn't see it when he first came in, so he could never have known that Legion changed his task from something small to something ridiculous. "Oh you gotta be kidding me," he mumbled to himself as he looked down into the tub and back at the bucket. This was going to take awhile to be sure and after pouring the first bucket in, he made sure to let his 'mistress' know his displeasure. "You know, there are things called hoses. They're a real wonder. And why do you have a bath that big anyways? It's not like there's going to be more than just us in there...right?"
 
Legion had snagged a book from out of no where, reading it without care. She flipped pages slowly, until she finally heard the back door open and Leonard coming in with his little bucket filled with water. Saying nothing at first, she looked up, following him with her eyes as he went towards the bathchambers. When he announced his displeasure, she grinned and looked back down at the book. Hearing the water being poured in, Legion could only stiffled a laugh, knowing full well he was going to make a sad and unpleasurable trip back and forth in order to fill the whole thing.

Flipping another page, she looked up to Leonard and frowned. "A hose? Why should I make it easy for my slaves?"She asked, going back to her book, not really reading it. "This is a lesson for you. When I tell you to do something, you should do it, say nothing and pretend to enjoy it slave." Flipping another page, she skimmed it quickly with her eyes. "Of course it'll be just us. Why should I waste my time in having another person. I just want you around so you can wash my back and feet, then force you to one side of the tub while I wash the rest of myself before your eyes and simply tease you and deny you pleasure as well as deny you self-pleasure." Legion stated and frowned. "Now come on. Fill my tub, chop chop. I want to wash before I fall asleep."
 
Legion's apathetic attitude towards his plight wasn't surprising to Leonard. It seemed as is she were enjoying screwing with him and with her abilities, the only thing he could do was take it like the lower life form that he was. As he began to head out back to the well, he overheard her plans for him in the tub and as he came back with the water a moment later, he replied in an almost sarcastic tone, "What? No drugs? No strapping me down and having your way with me? It's almost like you actually trust me..." In a way, the young man was almost interested to see how this succubus was going to screw around with him without the added effect of the drugs and the bondage to keep his body still and his mind struggling. Surely, it couldn't have gotten any worse than what happened back then.

Back and forth Leonard went between the tub and the well. Slowly, it appeared that that the water level was starting to grow with each bucket he dumped inside. Without the aid of a hose or some kind of syphoning device, it took him an hour and a half before it looked like it was ready for the two of them to get in. When he felt he was finished, he went over to Legion and looked down, a bit curious to see what she was reading. Just what did demons like her read anyways? Putting that aside, he gave the couch a gentle bump to get her attention and let her know of his progress. "The tub is full. So if you want to get in, let's get it over with already."
 
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