DEMON LOVE

The air was still, cold wind nipped Ryder through his bear skin winter coat, he trudged through the freshly fallen snow that fell the night before, on the ground there were small tracks. Ryder was decently slender by nature, even more so with the long winter, he was about five foot, nine inches and had hair similar to autumn leaves.

“It better be a plump rabbit,” He thought to himself as he scratched the small beard growing on his face, eyeing the tree line, the tracks kept winding through the trees, “Probably looking for food, same as me. Too bad I’m hungrier” Ryder says to himself.

He moved slower as he came across a small stream, slicing its way through the winter kissed forest.

“Spring is just around the corner, Ryder … Just around the corner” He thought to himself as he finally saw it.

The rabbit had been eating better than him it seemed, he drew the bow from his back and grasped one of the few arrows in the quiver on his hip and aimed at the chunky, white, red eyed bunny eating some of the grass that it had buried out from under the fresh powder.

He drew the arrow back till it touched his cheek, he breathed in deep … bump, bump, bump, bump.

Bwaaaaaahp!

He flinched and the arrow whistled off in the direction of the rabbit, three inches off, it ricocheted off a rock in the stream, snapping in half.

He barely got out the, “Fuck!” As the rabbit took off into the undergrowth.

Little under an hour later an empty handed Ryder followed his tracks back to his home in a rage, a wooden cabin on the edge of a town, he walked on further, into the town to find the origin of the horn that fucked up his hunt.

Forlorn, a remote town that is just barely on the map, around two days ride from the nearest city, less than forty people actually lived in the town, there was a blacksmith, small town hall which also acted as a church and a tavern, apart from that, just a handful of houses next to one another which lined a snow covered, “Main street,” and in front of the tavern were several fine horses.

He clenched his frozen fist and made a B-line for the tavern door, he glanced at the horses as he neared the door.

“These horses look better than most of the townspeople, probably eat better too. Bastards.”

He practically kicked the door open and was greeted to some welcoming heat, eyes turned to him but not all. They were mostly focused on the several men covered head to toe in armor, six of them feasting and drinking to their hearts content. Ryder analyzed each one of them, eating like pigs, until his eyes fell upon the seventh man, specifically, his silver horn dangling on his belt. He was speaking to the town blacksmith.

Ryder strode over to the man in armor, just as he was going to touch him a heavy hand grabbed his shoulder

“Oi! What do you think you’re doing!”

One of the others had seen him and grabbed him. Ryder tried to shake him off but his grip was troll like.

“I’m gonna talk to the man who owes me a rabbit” Ryder spat at the man who towered over him, unafraid.

“How dare you!” the guard shouted and raised his other arm to strike him.

“Whoa there brother, Falk!”

The man turned, Ryder could see his reflection in the shiny armor, this stayed his hand mid air and the grip on him loosened. He turned to the man giving the orders.

“What appears to be the problem?”

The man was also a couple of inches taller than Ryder and sported a well kept white beard connecting to his balding head. Ryder turned to look at the man who had him, Falk, before turning back to the man before him.

“You scared off my prey when you blew that horn, probably scared off everything from here to the city, you owe me a rabbit.” Ryder spoke confidently, not one to mix words, his mother had taught him that.

Ryder was met with something he was not expecting, the man had started to laugh, right at him, if it weren’t for the six men behind him he’d have swung at his head.

“I like this lad! Bar Keep, feed and water the man.”

He swung his hand towards the bar, behind it, was her.

She had moved to Forlorn over six months ago, Lila, her hair was as dark as a winters night and eyes the color of purest amber, her body was that of a goddess, he saw her naked form by a nearby lake some months ago, unintentionally of course, he was sure he hadn’t seen her but he took in every detail he could, on her back was a huge back spanning tattoo that spiraled down her arms and legs, she was his dream woman, but something about her sapped him of every bit of confidence and left him a mumbling mess. She gave the man in armor a look before begrudgingly grabbing a bowl, some bread and proceeded to fill the bowl with stew from a pot.

Ryder’s gaze lingered on Lila for what seemed like forever until a slap on his back brought him back to the present.

“I am brother Maxos, I humbly apologize for denying you a meal, I was merely warning your town of our arrival, what’s your name, son?”

Ryder glanced at him, before looking down at the stew and bread placed in front of him, he hadn’t had a proper meal in days.

“Ryder,” he spoke before starting to eat, “A hunter? You’d need to be in these parts, hmm? We are hunters too, although, I doubt you could hunt our game though. Me and my men are of the order of Saint Alban.”

This peaked Ryder’s interest, slightly, the warm food in his belly being a nice incentive to listen.

“Say, if you’re a hunter, you must be a fine tracker, right?” Maxos said.

Ryder simply gave a small nod in his direction.

Maxos leaned in, closer to Ryder.

“What do you know of demons, Ryder?”

Ryder shrugged, only from the stories his mother told him when he was a boy, but he knew they walked the land, somewhere.

“Our mystics have confirmed that there is a demon within this village, a powerful one, and with tonight’s blood moon, it’ll revert to its demonic form instead of its human form which the coward is probably hiding in right now … Unable to change back until dawn,” Maxos’ spoke as scanned the patrons of the tavern.

“What’s in it for me?” Ryder spoke, finishing his stew, ready to leave the conversation.

“What do you want?” Maxos said as Ryder scoffed and turned to the door.

“How about, my body weight in gold coins, a hundred arrows, a horse and a blowjob?” Ryder said taking a single step, stopping when he heard the word.

“Done,” from Maxos.

“You’re joking, right?” Ryder turned on his heel, staring right at Maxos.

“No, if you’re a good tracker you can have all of that which you asked, the last request will be done by a lady of the night however.” He said with a slight chuckle, “The mystics showed me where we should start tracking, meet us at the end of the road this evening if you’re interested.”

Ryder was dumbstruck as he left the tavern, his belly partly full, and the possibility of coin in his pocket, he felt like he was dreaming. He went home to his cabin, it was warm, the logs in the fire still smouldering from the previous night, there was a large bed, his mothers, in the main room and up a ladder to the loft was his old bed.

Ryder had lived his whole life in this cabin, his mother was a huntress who built the cabin herself after falling pregnant with Ryder, she taught him everything about survival, from hunting to shelter building. A fever took her from him during his seventeenth winter, he did everything he could but she was too far gone.

He sat on his mothers old bed and let out a sigh, wondering if this is where his life improves. He quickly decided if he was to help track demon, he’d need more arrows and a sword, he glanced up at the fireplace, his mothers old sword.

The hours passed swiftly and just as the sun set, he had made a few more arrows with the little materials he could find at home and dusted off and sharpened his mothers blade. He made his way to where Maxos had told him to meet.

Before long, he was following several men into the woods, at night, to hunt a demon. They walked a good while before Maxos stopped “Right men, the mystic said we’ll find the trail here, spread out and get moving.” It was indeed a blood moon this night as the snow below was shadowed in an eerily red veil of moon light, perfect for tracking. Ryder searched for a short time until Ryder finally found it, holes in the snow, melted down to the grass beneath.

“Over here, I’ve got something!”

They rushed over to Ryder.

“They’re going that way … Whatever made these is big by the looks of it …”

He pointed south west, the indents in the snow were about three times as big as his boots.

“Eyes up brothers! It could be watching us! …”

They pressed on with Ryder now taking the lead, it was only a matter of time until Ryder finally noticed something.

“Wait … It’s doubling back … Fuck, they go in a circle! …”

There’s a loud clang at the back of the group, everyone turns their head, only to find the shield and spear of one of the men, laying in the snow.

“Brother Tiberias!? Where did he go!?” one of the other men shouted.

Ryder spun around frantically, drawing his bow and knocking an arrow.

“Spread out! Find him!” Maxos yelled.

Silence and footfall, crunching in the snow.

Thump!

Ryder quickly ran to the noise to find another weapon and this time a splash of crimson blood.

“Another one gone!” Ryder yelled as he was joined by more brothers, all of whom were beginning to panic.

“Where the fuck did they go!” One of them screamed, Ryder pressed on, moving toward Makos.

“I didn’t sign up for this! …” He whispered at Maxos.

“Demons aren’t usually like this … They usually leave a corpse … This one … He’s smart … But where the fuck is it! …”

Ryder felt his heart pick up the pace, he looked around on the forest floor until something caught his eye, a shadow on the ground, he looked up into the trees and saw a black figure traversing the tree tops with ease.

“In the trees up there!”

He pointed his bow upwards and loosed an arrow, it was too fast, they made chase but quickly lost it. With its cover seemingly blown, the demon let out a loud bellow sending chills along Ryder’s spine. It was then that Ryder noticed they were down another two men, four to go, including him.

“We have to get out of here!” Ryder shouted, panicked now.

“No! We kill it, we just need bait! … Ryder, I want you to lead it towards the rocks we passed earlier, me and my men will be right behind you! …” He said drawing a large silver great sword.

“What!? That’s suicide, we’d be better off staying toge—” He was cut off by the sword being pointed at his chin.

“You’ll be bait one way or another! … Choose! …” The demeanor of the kind gentleman from earlier was gone.

Ryder swallowed hard and nodded.

“The rocks … Got it … Just say when …”

They kept their eyes on the ground for any moving shadows, Ryder’s plan was to run alright, run and leave all these fuckers out here to die and head back home to bed, he’d find the bodies tomorrow morning and sell off their horses for money, better than nothing.

“Go, now!” Maxos yelled and pushed Ryder towards the directions of the rocks, he ran for dear life.

Just as the rocks came into view he was knocked off his feet by what felt like a war hammer. He slammed into a tree with a thud, still conscious, he looked up and saw what was hunting them.

It stood on two long muscular legs, a pair of thick thighs leading up to a smooth stomach, its body was unmistakably female as its chest supported two huge breasts, it had long muscular arms tipped with three black claws, it had a slender neck which supported a head with little to no features on it bar two red, glowing eyes. They stared deep into his soul, he panted hard and winced in pain from the impact, it stepped closer to him but stopped, its eyes seemed to change to a deep yellow color for a moment.

Behind the demon he could barely see the moonlight reflect on the armor of the Brothers of Alban as they approached, hearing this, the demons eyes quickly reverted back to deep red, he flinched as it raised a claw into the air before it jumped into the air silently, he could now watch the demon hunt, he saw its every move before it took out another one of the men, whisking him off into the tree tops.

Ryder let out a grunt, supporting himself on the tree as he rose to his feet, definitely a couple of bruised ribs. As he heard the final few of the brothers scream and shout, he quickly started moving in the direction of his home.

He ran as fast as he could, clutching his side, he didn’t stop for a moment, especially when the final screams were snuffed out and he could only hear the wind.

There was another demonic bellow, it sounded far from him, but eventually it moved closer and closer, toying with him. He moved faster when he recognized where he was, where his mother taught him to shoot, a couple of targets swung overhead, creaking in the wind. His home was less than three hundred yards away.

With all of his might he rushed to the front door of his home, he paused at the door panting hard, he had lived …

Thump!\

A quiet thump, barely noticeable … He slowly turned his head to see the chest of the demon standing right behind him, standing up, it was easily nearly seven feet tall, maybe more.

He opened the door and tried to get inside quickly but the demon pushed him hard, knocking him inside, landing at the foot of his bed.

“Listen! Hey! I’m not with them I swear! … Please just …”

The eyes drew his attention again, red and yellow flashed back and forth, he could discern no emotion from it’s featureless face, everything came from the eyes.

Ryder breathed deeply sitting up against his bed defensively as the demon crawled in the door and stood upright again, barely able to fit in his home, the demon kicked behind itself, slamming the door shut.

“If you’re gonna kill me just do it okay!? … I’ve got nothing! …”

The demon tilted it’s head and red no longer appeared in its eyes, it understood him? He suddenly felt its clawed finger touch him, it was hot to the touch. He flinched as he felt it apply pressure on his chest, this was it … It slowly pulled its finger downward, it tore through his thick winter clothes, down to his skin.

As the demon got to his belly it used both hands to pull the clothes apart, the demon had just removed the top half of his clothes, a flash of pink and purple appeared in its Amber eyes as it stared at him, unblinking.

“Whoa! … What the hell are you — ”

He was cut off when the demon moved its head closer to his face, barely inches away, he seen where its maw would have been move, with a rip, it seemed to grow or more accurately rip itself a mouth, out of which, a long saliva covered tongue emerged.

It nearly seared his flesh when it dragged its tongue across his cheek, it disappeared back into its mouth for just a moment, repeating the action again. To his surprise its tongue began to move lower, licking his chest, Ryder had to admit, it felt good, really good. It seemed to lick everywhere that hurt and the pain slowly became forgot about. Without even realizing it, he felt his cock begin to swell in his pants, it stuck out like a sore thumb.

“What the fuck is happening right now …” He said aloud, the demon gives him a look before its eyes drop to his crotch, his cock twitched and it seemed to purr with excitement.

Before he could even comprehend what was happening, the demon had already hooked a clawed finger around his pants and ripped them to shreds. He was now lying naked in front of a demon.

“Oh Gods! Hey! Uh! I think I know where you’re going with this but I think that! … Ughhh! … Oh Gods!…”

Like a serpent, the demons tongue wrapped around the head of his cock, he would’ve tried to fight it off but after all it was the first time anyone bar himself had touched his cock since he was a baby.

He groaned with pleasure as the tongue roamed every inch of his engorged cock, tasting him, its head slowly moved closer to the tip of his cock, he watched as his swollen helmet disappeared into its mouth. It was warm and inviting, it kept on going, torturing him, inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt in the demons throat all the while, its eyes fixated permanently on his.

He felt like he would cum any minute but did his best to hold out, it began bobbing its head up and down now, it seemed determined to make him cum. He was in awe at the sight of his cock appearing a disappearing into its mouth, he moaned with pleasure as the tension in his balls began to build.

“Ah fuck! Here it comes!” He shouted, as he grabbed the demons head with both hands, it let him force its head down on his cock as thick ropes of cum splattered inside its mouth.

It purred, not allowing a single drop of his cum to leak from its mouth.

“Fuuuuck! …” he moaned as it slowly, tantalizingly, trailed its lips up his cock, releasing it from its lips.

He panted hard as the demon locked eyes with him, the demon tilted its head back slightly and swallowed, deliberately and teasingly. Its tongue swirled its, “Lips,” before retreating back into its mouth.

Ryder wiped his forehead and tried to stand up, the demons arm grabbed him yanking him to his feet.

“Wow wow! Easy! …”

He was pushed hard, launching him onto the his bed, the headboard banging against the wall.

“Watch it! … Wow … —”

He looked up as the demon maneuvered its way on top of him, looming over him, its feminine form exceptionally prominent to him right now, he looked up and down its body, his eyes locking in between its legs.

A well defined slit, dripping with sexual desire, he knew what she wanted, his cock re-stiffened and the demon practically shuddered with excitement as it lowered its hips, in one fluid motion, the demon impaled itself on his cock, a perverse growl escaping its throat.

Ryder felt like his cock was going to melt as the demon began to move its hips, lifting itself up until his tip was barely in before slamming down to the hilt. Ryder could barely handle it, his hips thrusting back to meet them.

His mind was running a mile a minute, Ryder’s hands grasped onto the demons muscular thighs to try and slam himself home deeper. The demons thrusts became more animistic, as did Ryder’s, the demons long tongue extending from its mouth in excitement and pleasure. The headboard of the bed hitting the wall sounded like someone was hitting it with a hammer.

The demon let out a moan and growl, lowering its head to Ryder’s, before Ryder could react, he had a long tongue inside his mouth. Ryder moans loudly as the demons lips lock onto his, its tongue still swirling in his mouth. Ryder had never felt anything like this, nothing that felt this good. He nearly bit down on the demons tongue when he felt the demons tight slit clamp down on his cock. The demon squealed with pleasure as Ryder kept thrusting.

He pumped with all his might, Ryder was now in control, wrapping his arms around the demons back to pull it in tighter as the feeling in his balls returned, he kissed the demon hard as if it were a long time lover before bottoming out. He practically screamed with pleasure as he came deep in the demon, the demon cooed and swooned with pleasure as he flexed and jerked his hips to get out every ounce of pleasure.

Ryder’s eyes became heavy as he and the demon panted hard, still kissing one another until the demons tongue retreated back into its mouth, Ryder could feel the demons heart beat quickly as it lay on top of him, its large form almost completely blanketed him, the body heat it was giving off alone was slowly blackening the room around him. Sleep enveloped Ryder faster than he could ever have expected.

Lavender … Lavender filled Ryder’s senses and he nuzzled closer to the smell, his arms wrapped around it.

“Mmmm …” He heard a soft moan that wasn’t his own, a feminine moan, Ryder’s sleep filled eyes opened to an entanglement of Jet black hair in his face.

He paused for a moment, remembering the pain, terror and pleasure from the previous night.