Demonthorn 9

Gortelesque sighed with delight. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back onto the brand new bed he had constructed for the occasion.

The Gate Master had challenged the larger demon.

“You have no use for all those fine things you keep locked away from the rest of us, Gortelesque. There is no way that you can use all of them in one night.” The older demon grouched.

“What would you do for me if I was able to do it?” The demon asked of his counterpart.

“I would give you two of my best runners, if you can screw every single harpie and woman you keep in your harem.” Said the Gate Master. “What would you give me if you lost?”

Gortelesque had considered this carefully. He never doubted his abilities, but there was always a lingering doubt as to whether or not he could do it. Still, he had to at least match the Gate Master’s bet.

“I will give you Garesha the Defiler.” he had said after a moment to think.

“Deal!” Said the wizened demon as they shook on it.

Gortelesque smiled at the memory. His two new runners were being rewarded by getting two of his newest girls. The old demon had been quite bitter about his loss of the bet, but the two runners truly were his best. He would spoil them, letting it be known throughout Below that rewards awaited those who served Gortelesque.

The two new runners finished with the new girls, who were still unused to demon equipment and were crying in pain and pleasure at the same time.

Everything was going the way that Gortelesque wanted.

That was when Hirk entered the room and the big demon’s good mood vanished.

“What happened now?” Gortelesque asked with resignation in his voice.

“She tried to swallow her own hair my lord.” Said the former runner.

“By the Master himself, why won’t that woman submit already!” Roared the demon, drawing cries of dismay from his harem.

“She is Fury.” Hirk said simply.

Hirk was a demon of few words. He preferred action to talking and had risen quickly through the ranks of demons controlled by Gortelesque by this very talent. He now had a small harem of two women himself, gifts from his lord for many, many jobs well done.

“Tell Yertrung I am on my way and not to do anything until I get there.” Gortelesque said to one of his new runners.

Hirk glared with disgust at the new arrivals as he went about his duty.

“They are not as loyal as I am.” Said Hirk.

“I know, Hirk, but you are too valuable to waste on running messages Below. I need you with me to help me take back what is ours.” The demon crooned.

Hirk nodded and waited for the bigger demon to be dressed. When he was finished, both demons made their way to the torture room where they were holding Jolie. The second he made his way into the room, Gortelesque could tell something was wrong.

There was far too little light. Two of the glowstones set on pedestals in the room were knocked over, casting the entire room as shadows. The demon immediately sniffed the air. He could smell the woman’s cunt, it’s sweet odor meaning she was very close by.

“Stay outside in case she tries to run.” Gortelesque said.

Hirk nodded and drew a short dagger and put some brass knuckles on his other hand.

Gortelesque made his way into the darkened room. He could see the tools of torture and pleasure scattered all over the room. Glowing demon blood helped to pierce the darkness, but the shadows in the room were deep.

His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting and then he spied Yertrung’s severed head on the floor. There was a snarl of rage fixed on the head of Gortelesques Second. his survival instincts kicked in, making his ears sensitive to the slightest sound and he sniffed constantly, trying to smell out the woman who was no doubt hiding in the room.

“You left me in the dark.” A female voice came out of the shadows. “Now I see in the dark better than you demon.”

“The dark is my friend, little girl. I have been familiar with it for longer than you have been alive” The demon growled. “I will sniff you out. I will hear you and I will feel your bones crunch within my grasp as punishment.”

“Your Second was confident too. Careful not to get his blood on you.” Giggled the voice.

“Yertrung was a soldier, not a seducer.” Said the demon. “He always was a bit lax around the women, thinking he was superior. Now he has paid for his lack of attention with a visit back to the Pit.”

The demon heard the soft patter of footsteps to his left. He turned to his right, presenting his back to where he thought his opponent was and giving her an opportunity to strike. She took it.

Without a sound or a howl of rage the Fury Jolie leaped in the air towards her captor. She held a long knife high in the air with both hands. Gortelesque was ready for her. He whirled around and grabbed both of her hands holding the knife with both of his.

He was now holding the squirming woman aloft, her legs thrashing and gouging nail marks in the demon’s legs. She tried to swing closer and bite at his arms, but the demon threw her against the nearest wall, where she dropped the knife and was stunned.

The weeks of imprisonment had not been kind to Jolie, but she was still radiantly beautiful to the demon. Her cheeks were still full and her brown eyes blazed with emotion. There were scars all over her skin now and she now was covered in the glow of Yertrung’s blood. Her curves still teased the demon and he knew that this was the time where he had to turn her or admit failure.

He bent down over the wheezing woman.

“You have done well with what little resources you have and how weak you have become.” The demon said evenly.

The woman glared at her captor, rage spewing from her eyes as she attempted to get her breath back.

“Do you hate me, Jolie?” Asked Gortelesque.

The woman nodded.

The demon nodded gravely back and he picked up the knife that she had dropped and handed it out to her.

“Then do it. I am a demon and I have caused much pain and death in the world Above. I deserve to be destroyed.” He said.

The woman swiftly grabbed the knife from the demon’s hand and rose unsteadily to her feet.

“Trick.” She said.

“Not a trick, my dear. I give you control over my life and the fate of all of Arden. I am the only one who can win against the Valkyries and Paladins. I am also the one who has tormented you.”

The woman stumbled at the demon, and the point of the knife pierced his chest in a superficial cut. She released the knife and it clattered to the floor. That was when she collapsed against the chest of the demon and grabbed at him.

“I can’t do it.” She sobbed. “I love you too damn much to destroy you.”

“When did this happen?” Asked the demon with a smile. “I thought you hated me.”

“I hate you and I love you at the same time.” She whispered. “I love you for the pleasure you have given me. I hate you for destroying my old world. I love you for opening my eyes. I hate you for the torture.”

“Then all is as it should be.” Whispered the demon back. “You were always meant to come to me Jolie. The Master has seen to it. You are to be my new Second. You are the woman who will change the world.”

He held the sobbing woman for a few minutes more. After that he picked her up in his arms and carried her from the torture chamber and out in the common hallways. Her head and one of her hands rested against his chest, where the trickled of blood from the wound she had inflicted dripped onto her bare breasts. Hirk loyally followed them, eyes watching for threats to his lord.

He took her to his chamber, where his harem and his Harpies were still resting.

“Out.” Said Gortelesque simply.

All of the women save one vacated from the room. The last woman standing was Garesha. She snarled at the new woman and spread her leathery wings. Her clawed hands wide.

“Out.” Said Gortelesque again.

The Harpie wavered, her anger and will contesting with the control that Gortelesque had over her.

“You would replace me with her?” She said with a shriek. “I helped to make you what you are, demon!”

“Out.” Gortelesque said again.

Hirk moved out from behind his lord and gently took the Harpie by her hand and led her out. Garesha glared daggers at Jolie the whole time, her face contorted into a snarl.

After the two were gone, Gortelesque gently set Jolie down on the bed. She let out a contented sigh as the softness of the bed supported her body in a way that it had not been held in weeks.

“She is going to try to kill me you know.” She said tiredly. “I am too week to fend her off now.”

“I will heal you and protect you, my love.” He said gently, his voice crooning and low.

“Then seduce me you evil creature of the night. Make me feel things I have never felt as a woman. Make me whole and give me back what was ripped away from me.” She said, her eyes begging.

“Of course.” He whispered

The demon undressed himself, leaving his demonhood to be examined by the woman. She had seen it before, but now realized for a t least this moment in time, it was all hers. Gortelesque rubbed his long cock in the demon blood that coated the woman’s thighs before him. Once it was all coated he stuck it inside of the woman, going slowly, ever so slowly.

Jolie felt his presence inside of her and began to gasp. This was pleasure that she had never felt before. When she thought he was all inside of her, she was surprised that he kept going, causing pleasure to tingle along her body like small fire crackers.

Once the demon was fully inside of her, he pulled back, causing the Fury to gasp again. They established a rhythm, with him pushing in and out and her gasping. He began to move faster, the wet slapping sounds from his entry into her goading him on.

“You can do better.” She gasped. “I know you can.”

The demon growled and picked up his pace even more. The woman could feel the orgasm growing inside of her. It was as immense and inevitable as a tidal wave. When it hit she screamed in ecstasy as the fire of pleasure spread through every fiber of her being.

At that point she began to change.

Her skin took on a silver tone to it and the scars that littered her body glowed purple, as if she were lit by an internal light. She felt an itching, painful sensation in her shoulders where her wings had been ripped off.

The demon was fascinated by what was happening to the woman he was screwing, but now he was close to his own finale. He pumped harder and forced another orgasm from the woman beneath him, her voice hoarse form the screaming. As he felt his own tidal wave coming to him he actually realized that he truly cared for this woman. She would not be a mindless slave like Garesha. This woman would be his counterpart, independent and yet devoted to him. But still his to dominate.

As the demon came, black wings spread from beneath the shoulders of the woman. They were like bat wings, with the membrane jet black and the structure of the wing silver. Her eyes changed from brown to purple and they began to glow slightly. She smiled.

“We belong together forever now Gortelesque. We are entwined in destiny and in each other.” She said softly. “Now fuck me again or there will be hell to pay.

Gortelesque happily obliged.

THE END OF CHAPTER NINE