Feature Writer: SanityCheck

Feature Title: Let This Be Our Final Battlefield

Published: 02.10.2021

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Shemale Succubus

Synopsis: A vampire battles the succubus who killed his wife and son.

Let This Be Our Final Battlefield

1431 — Wallachia (present day Romania)

The two night creatures screamed in pleasure and erotic agony as Alexandru Bătrân rammed his massive cock into the demoness’s pussy with manic fury.

“La naiba cu păsărica mea până vii, Bătrân nenorocit! Dă-mi lumina ta!” Fuck my pussy until you come, you Bătrân bastard! Give me your light! the succubus screamed at her opponent, the handsome, sweaty face looming over hers twisted into a sneer of hate, rage, and lust.

“Ești bătută, târfă demonică! Tu ești cel care îmi va da lumina lor!” You’re beaten, you demon whore! It’s you who will be giving their light to me! he snarled as he continued furiously battering the walls of the succubus’s pussy with his iron hard cock.

The succubus screamed in erotic anguish, her nemesis laying on her large, sweat slickened breasts as he fucked her hard and fast, his lips held close to hers as he prepared to take her light. In desperation she clawed at him, her strong nails raking the hunter’s back to open deep and bloody wounds in his damp flesh. He shrieked in pain and pleasure, though his hips never slowed their furious motion as his wounds healed immediately after opening.

She was young, barely a century old, and unskilled in battle. The hunter was so powerful she’d been unable to force him to rapture so she could feed on his light. As he fucked her, she could sense the might of his pull on her spirit, her light, and she knew if she allowed her light to spill out of her in a rapturous release she wouldn’t have enough strength to overpower his taking. If she couldn’t quell the rushing escape of her inner-light, the hunter would take from her until she was a living but empty husk. Becoming a member of the undead was a fate that terrified her, and she fought against her encroaching rapture with her entire being.

She twisted her hips with all her might, tumbling them across the dirt floor of the decrepit and collapsing barn. Now on top, she thrust her hips with feverish strength as she screamed in need, her rapture closing in around her as he crushed her large breasts and stiff nipples to his powerful chest, desperate to escape the hunter a second time but knowing her fate was already sealed.

The Bătrân had been waiting for her, hiding in the deep shadows of a narrow and stinking alley as she moved silently through the village on her way to feed. She’d been desperately hungry and that had made her careless. As she’d passed the unseen hunter, he’d lunged from the blackness before dragging her deeper into the darkness where the moon’s soft glow didn’t penetrate. He moved with such silent speed, and fought with such ferocity and strength, strength no ten mortal men could match, she knew he could be nothing other than a Bătrân hunter.

Because it was nearly impossible to kill a Bătrân any other way, she’d known she’d have to forcefully rip his light from the hunter, but with the attempt, he’d also be able to take light from her. Claws and teeth flashing in the darkness, ripping away clothing and opening wounds that immediately healed, they screamed and roared in pain… and soon enough… pleasure. The villagers huddled in their homes, staring at doors and windows with wide and fearful eyes as the darkness echoed with the shrieks and howls of hunter and demon, knowing instinctively to not interfere when the night creatures fought for their lives.

Her aching hunger had first caused her to relish the idea of matching herself against the hunter in battle so she could gorge on his light. Compared to the inner-light of a sleeping man, a hunter was a feast. His massive cock iron hard, he’d repeatedly rammed it deep into her pussy as they writhed and squirmed in the muddy, stinking sewer of the alley.

Despite her efforts, the hunter quickly began to overwhelm her control. His savage fucking as he held his lips close to hers, softly urging her to surrender to him and allow her taking, pushed her nearer and nearer to rapture. He was easily overpowering her, and her screams of pleasure were becoming louder and more desperate with every passing moment in testament to his skill, experience, and the strength of his cock and spirit. As she howled in erotic agony, she’d realized he was likely far stronger than she was and would probably harvest her with ease.

As she’d fought to hold her light, she’d twisted violently to tumble him off her. As they came to rest, their naked bodies covered with slimy, stinking mud, she threw herself off his cock. Kicking out as he grabbed her mud caked ankle, her foot struck him hard in the face, allowing her to slip his grip before scrambling to her feet and fleeing. She only needed a moment to open her portal to the underworld and escape.

Knowing it would take the succubus several seconds to open her portal, the hunter rolled to his feet and ran to his nearby horse as the bones of his fractured cheek kitted, leaping onto the animal to pursue her. As the hunter charged out of the alley he could see the portal slowly forming as the demoness stood in the center of the street. The succubus, hearing the thunder of the horse’s hooves, glanced over her shoulder before she turned and ran, the portal collapsing in her wake.

The portal, once initiated, didn’t move, so he relentlessly harried her as she tried desperately to escape his pursuit. She reversed directions and darted between houses and shops where he couldn’t easily follow on horseback, but he gave her no chance to pause long enough to open a portal and escape. Being a demoness, she was fast, far faster than any human, but not as fast as the hunter’s mighty stallion, and he’d finally run her down outside the village, leaping from his galloping horse to tackle her to the ground.

They’d rolled and tumbled to a stop. His still hard cock began probing, probing, probing as they writhed and shrieked in the freshly turned field, until they’d wailed as one as he rammed his rod deep into her tunnel to resume their violent fucking. As the hunter’s horse snorted and stamped nearby, the savagery of their fighting and fucking clearly disturbing the animal, she’d briefly escaped him again after grasping a fist sized rock and using it as bludgeon.

The succubus began opening a portal as Alexandru recovered from the blow to his head. The entrance to the underworld was only partially open as he leapt to his feet, and though his face was streaked with his blood, the wound had already healed. With a snarl of frustration, the demoness was again forced to abandon the portal as he chased her into the nearby but collapsing barn, his big, hard cock swinging rapidly side to side with his long, fast strides. He’d slowed at the badly misshapen door and entered the building cautiously. He couldn’t be easily killed, at least not with weapons, but that didn’t mean having a knife plunged into his back or his head battered in with a spade didn’t hurt. In his long life, he’d survived far worse in his battles with demons and demonesses, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed pain and avoided it when he could.

The succubus had run to the barn, hoping to find a hoe, scythe, knife, anything that she might use to defend herself, to slow the hunter long enough to allow her to flee the barn, open her portal, and escape, but the gradually collapsing barn was empty of tools.

She whirled back to the single entrance as he paused in the heavily slanted door, his thickly muscled body lit from behind by the moon’s soft light. He’d have been a magnificent harvest, but she knew he wouldn’t be the one harvested this night. She was trapped by the barn, unable to open her portal while inside, and realized she now had no option other than to harvest him. With a scream of purest rage and hate, she’d charged him, giving herself over to the task, determined to fight the hunter until the bitter end, yet knowing all the while she was engaged in a battle she couldn’t win… or escape.

“Come, you fucking demoness bitch!” the hunter roared as he shoved the succubus upright, gripped her ponderous breasts, and twisted them savagely, “Give me your light!”

The succubus screamed again, pleasure and pain mingling until they were one and the same.

“Your cock destroys me, you Bătrân bastard!”

Still twisting the succubus’s breasts cruelly, he rolled his hips, and again they tumbled, thudding against a rotted beam supporting the hay loft above. With a snarl, he gripped her throat and straightened his arms to curve her back impossibly tight around the beam as his furiously plunging cock held her hips in place.

An incubus or succubus appeared as a handsome man or a beautiful woman, an illusion that allowed them to get close their victims, but they were the spawn of the underworld and weren’t human at all. A demon couldn’t be killed by any means other than extinguishing their inner-light, either through forceful taking, as Alexandru was doing now, or by starvation. Unlike a Bătrân, even decapitation wasn’t fatal to a demon, and given enough time, their body would return to life.

The demoness clawed at the air as she screamed in pleasure and pain. Without thought, she gripped the rotted beam, her strong, sharp claws sinking deep into the worm eaten and spongy surface. With a groan of effort, she pulled with the strength of many strong men, trying to free herself from the hunter’s plunging cock and choking hands before he forced her into a rapturous release of her light.

The post popped and groaned under the strain before the beams above sifted with the sharp, snapping cracks of breaking wood, followed by a rumbling, thundering crash as the building began collapsing over them. With the beams giving way, the hunter began fucking his enemy even harder while rolling onto her, her large breasts flattening under his heavily muscled chest as he brought his mouth close to her lips. The succubus screamed in pleasure as the hunter continued his furious fucking, his fast-plunging hips never slowing, as if the wood and rotting straw crashing down on them was of no concern.

With another loud scream of pleasure as the weight of the collapsing barn forced the hunter more firmly into her chest, the succubus’s back arched as she fought, and failed, to stop her rapture. Her mouth opening in a rapturous scream, her light began to glow from her eyes, mouth, and pussy.

With a victorious snarl, the hunter’s lips closed over the demoness to rip her light from her in a death kiss.

xxxxx

“Fute! Târfa asta demonică mă face să vin din nou!” Fuck! This demoness bitch is making me come again! Radu howled as he struggled to hold his rapture, his naked, well-muscled body glowing as beads of sweat trickled off him to the table below.

He and his mother had been fucking for their very lives for the past hour, and he knew he was weakening. Only eighty-four years of age, he hadn’t yet gained the control and stamina he’d have as he entered his second century of life. His family, the Bătrân, were gifted by an ancient and powerful magic, dark magic that gave his family nearly unlimited life and miraculous healing powers, but the gift of long life and health came with a high price.

With the passing of his sixteenth birthday, the spell cast over the males of his bloodline began to transform him. Not all survived the transition, and many times he’d cried out, begging for death in his agony. As he writhed and screamed, his father and mother were constantly at his side, encouraging him, trying to comfort him by telling him that he was strong and the agony would soon end.

He’d survived, but at the end of the excruciating six years, after his body had burned with constant fever and his muscles had twisted so violently they’d sometimes snapped bone, he could no longer walk in sunshine or enjoy food and drink. Eating food as he once had, or consuming any liquid other than water, made him, made all his bloodline, violently ill. Now the only nourishment his body could accept was human blood… and the inner-light, some said souls, violently taken from his family’s mortal enemies.

Fate was a cruel and merciless teacher, giving the test first and the lesson afterward. While he had the strength of ten or more strong men, and aged but a few years for every century that passed, control and stamina had to be learned through experience. Despite his strong, heavily muscled body, massive cock, and ability to heal, he was slowly being destroyed by the succubus furiously fucking his stone hard rod.

“Să nu vii! Ia puterea de la târfa aia demonică și nu da nimic înapoi!” Don’t come! Take strength from that demoness whore and give nothing back! Doamna cried in encouragement, equally engaged in a fuck for survival as the incubus rammed his enormous cock into her pussy with furious speed and power.

She was in danger of losing her son, the thought of him dying at the hand of that demoness bitch enraging her.

“Fuck me, you demon bastard! Fuck my pussy and come!” she screamed at the incubus.

His handsome face twisted with pleasure and effort, his thickly muscled body dripping with perspiration as he struggled to best her in battle. She had to finish this monster, and quickly, to aid her son!

Doamna knew of the Bătrân family curse, just as she’d know what Alexandru’s loving bite would do to her, but she’d given herself to him willingly, trusting him to not drain her of the blood he craved. He’d been true to his word, biting her to transfer the curse to her, but then fighting his impulses and not taking her blood so that his curse would become hers.

She’d been transformed three hundred and ten years years ago, just after her twenty-third birthday. For six years she’d wailed in agony, the curse making her body leaner, stronger, and faster as she inherited the traits of the Bătrân. She’d endured, accepting the anguish as the price of eternal love as her breasts became fuller, her womanhood more resilient, and her ability to heal from injury more robust. She’d survived the transition, and then afterwards, she and Alexandru had spent two hundred and twenty-five years in bliss as they protected the weak of Wallachia, feeding on the light of the incubus and succubus they vanquished when possible, drinking the blood of the innocent when necessary.

Because of the curse, she could only become pregnant by Alexandru, and if he fell before giving her a child, she would remain forever barren. He hadn’t fallen, and after gorging on the inner-light of her enemies to build her strength, she’d finally become fertile … then eight-five years ago, she’d become pregnant. As a descendant of Alexandru, she knew their child would be strong, and noble, and if a son, he’d carry on Alexandru’s lineage and the legacy of protecting the sheep of humanity from the wolves of the underworld as Alexandru’s family always had, and always would.

Radu was fighting one of those wolves now in a feverish battle for survival. When her family joined in battle against the underworld, the only outcome was the hunter, or the hunted, alone survived.

“Stăpâna mea! Ea mă însărcinează!” My mistress! She tasks me! the incubus roared as he reared, arching his back on thickly muscled arms as he slammed his enormous, rigid cock into Doamna in an even greater frenzy.

“Don’t stop fucking me,” Doamna snarled, her own rapture pressing her hard as she strained to hold her light so to not feed the demon’s strength and prolonging their fight.

To protect her unborn child, she’d withdrawn from hunting and survived on her stored reserves of light. Unwilling to risk their unborn child to feed on a demon’s inner-light, she’d weakened over time, until as her pregnancy neared its end, she’d had no choice but to feed on human blood. She’d had to feed six times during her pregnancy and while nursing Radu. Not wanting to alarm the local villages by taking her nourishment from them, Alexandru had traveled far, taking travelers from the road for her to feed upon. She’d was regaining her strength from her long fast, but slowly, and she was struggling to finish even this moderately powerful incubus, a demon she could have taken easily only a hundred years ago.

She twisted her hips with desperate strength, tumbling the demon onto the table, the table where she and Radu had graciously offered to share their food before discovering too late the treachery of their guests. All four of them were now writhing on the table, smeared with food, wine, and candle wax as they engaged in erotic battle, feeding on their enemy as their enemy fed on them.

“Give me your light!” Doamna screamed as she hammered the demon’s cock into her pussy.

She’d fed the incubus twice, but he’d fed her three times. After her third taking, the demon was clearly weakened. She’d sensed his desperation in the franticness of his fucking and his anguished wails as he’d fought her death kiss. He’d been able to stop her third taking, but perhaps now he was so weakened that this time his rush of inner-light would be unstoppable.

“Nu veni, grămadă de rahat fără valoare! N-o hrăni!” Don’t come, you worthless pile of shit! Don’t feed her! Harelyra snarled as she rocked her hips furiously, Radu’s huge cock deep inside her pussy.

Radu had fought valiantly, lasting far longer and putting up a more fearsome battle than she’d expected, lasting long enough that Churphear was in danger of being destroyed before she finished this upstart imp. If Churphear was consumed before Radu, she’d have a true contest on her hands, having to contend with mother and son in a fuck to the undead. She bared her teeth as she glared at her foe, relishing the challenge, knowing the harder fought the battle, the sweeter the victory.

The succubus sneered down at Radu as his handsome face twisted in sensual anguish, his dark eyes wild and desperate, his inky black hair plastered to his head with sweat. He’d even managed to make her come once, taking a small portion of her light in a rapturous release before she could stop the flow, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she vanquished him. Now, covered in sweat and food, she could sense Radu was reeling, his inexperience and lack of innate power, power that could only be obtained by winning battles and storing the gathered light, handicapping him.

Harelyra’s trap had been perfectly sprung. After luring Alexandru to Sighișoara with the promise of an easy victory over another succubus, she and Churphear had posed as travelers seeking shelter from the night. Doamna had graciously offered them a room, but when Doamna had presented them with a lavish meal, a meal they could not eat, the truth became known. When their hostess realized their deception, the four had immediately joined in furious battle, ripping clothing from themselves and their enemy as they fought, each intent on destroying the other in the only way possible, by the taking of their foe’s inner-light.

“My cock burns with need! Help me mother! Help me!” Radu cried, knowing that his end was near to hand.

He’d taken light from the succubus bitch once, but she’d taken from him twice. In a final desperate attempt to turn the tide of battle, to draw strength from the succubus to continue the fight, he seized the demoness behind her neck, crushed her massive breasts against his chest, planted his feet on the table, and began pounding his cock into her as fast and hard as possible, frantically trying to force her into giving up some of her inner-light to feed his own. His own need to release his light in an all-consuming burst of rapture rose with every fast, pounding stroke of his cock, but his only chance of survival now was to break the succubus before he was broken himself.

“Fuck her my son! You’re a Bătrân and you have more strength than you know!”

Radu and Churphear screamed almost as one, their anguished cries of sensual agony more animal than human.

Radu roared with effort, pleasure, and pain, desperately trying to contain his light as the demoness’s mouth closed over his. He could sense her pull as she tried to rip his light, his very soul, from within him. To break her incredibly hard draw on his light, he shoved her upright, gripped the demoness’s massive breasts, and twisted them savagely as he strained to dislodge her from his cock. Harelyra’s physical strength was easily a match for his own, and the two combatants screamed with pain, effort, and pleasure as they fought and fucked in equal measure.

Shrieking in erotic agony, Churphear began spasming beneath Doamna as she furiously pounded his cock into her channel. “She’s too strong, my mistress! I cannot hold!” he cried, his mouth, eyes, and the slit in the tip of his cock beginning to glow as he slowly lost control over is light.

“Don’t feed the huntress bitch!” Harelyra snarled. Churphear’s spasms became more violent. “Weakling!” Harelyra spat in disgust.

With another scream, Radu twisted his hips in a final bid for survival, tumbling Harelyra and himself across the table, smearing even more of the spilled delicacies over their bodies. He reared up on strong, heavily muscled arms as he slammed his cock into his foe with desperate intensity.

“I’ve failed you, my mistress!” Churphear screamed as he released Doamna’s furiously rocking ass, flung his thick arms around her back, and cinched her tightly his chest in a final bid to keep the huntress bitch occupied in battle as long as possible, as Harelyra had commanded him.

Doamna’s furiously plunging pussy never slowed as the incubus screamed again in the instant that his inner-light exploded from him, his cock filling her pussy with his seed and light as he jerked and spasmed in his death throes. Covering the demon’s mouth with her own, she took the incubus’s life-giving nourishment, his energy flowing from his open mouth into her hers in a faint beam of golden light as his strong arms crushed her heavy breasts and taut nipples into his powerful chest.

She was only moments from finishing the monster, her hips thrusting feverishly on the incubus’s cock as she took his light, his life energy, in a death kiss. Now that the incubus was in his death throes, too weak to overcome her pull on his light, she could soon go to Radu’s aid. She continued to fuck the incubus’s hard cock as he became the undead beneath her, his flesh turning ashen and mottled as his inner-light was ripped from him by the huntress. Veins and arteries that circulated whatever passed for blood began to appear in web-like outlines across his body as the demon’s light faded, but she had to finish him, had to take the very last of his light. If she didn’t fully extinguish his inner-light, if she left even the tiniest flicker, the incubus would recover and return with even more power. There could be no half-measures in the Bătrân’s battle against evil.

She heard her son’s anguished cry of pain and pleasure, and her heart broke. She’d tried to protect Radu, calming his lust for battle and forbidding him from joining the millennial long war between the bloodline of Bătrân and the underworld. He was so young, just now having learned enough control over his light that he could join his father and learn the ways of battle, as she’d learned them, but with her protection, she may have killed him. Radu lacked the most critical element in any war … experience … and in his battle with the succubus, the demoness was exploiting that weakness.

She continued fucking Churphear with desperate intensity. The incubus’s light was fading, the demon too weak to stop her taking as she consumed him. If Radu could hold but a moment more she could go to his aid.

Harelyra pulled Radu onto her chest as he cried out. His face twisted with erotic torment as his mouth opened wide in a silent scream and his light beginning to radiate from him. “You have fought well, young warrior, but now it’s time for you to rest,” she whispered before forcing his lips to hers, sealing their mouths together so none of his precious light escaped her.

With a muffled wail of agony, Radu began to shudder as his cock sprayed his essence into the demoness’s pussy. He strained to stop his flow of light, as he’d stopped it twice before, but he was severely weakened and was unable wrest control over his light back from the succubus. His hips lunging and bucking frantically as his cock filled her pussy with his seed and light for the third time, Harelyra ripped his soul from him.

“No!” Doamna screamed as Radu’s howled in anguish, his cry of agony and loss as his light was torn from him muffled by their death kiss. “Fight the bitch, Radu! Fight her! You need hold but a moment more!”

xxxxx

After releasing the succubus’s undead body into the deep, swift current of a nearby river, Alexandru had returned to the river’s shallows where he’d washed himself clean of the mud, shit, dirt, and rotting hay. After redressing in the extra clothes he always carried when on a hunt, he was on his way home from Sighișoara. He moved easily and comfortably with the horse as Dracul — Dragon — trotted in a comfortable, ground covering, gait.

The Sighișoara succubus had been so weak he’d vanquished her quickly and easily. The demoness had quickly realized she was no match for him and tried to flee, but once they began their battle in the decaying barn, it had taken him less than a half-hour to destroy her.

He smiled to himself, imagining Doamna’s and Radu’s reaction when he told them of the succubus pulling the building down on top of them in her final moments, and of him fucking her final glimmers of light from her while under the pile of rubble.

His heart soared with the thought of his wife and, thus far, only child. Maybe, in another two or three hundred years, after Radu had taken his rightful place among the Bătrân hunters, he and Doamna would have another child. Perhaps a girl this time, someone he could spoil without having to endure the anguish of watching his child suffer the years long agony of the transformation.

He no longer missed being able to walk in the sun, or the ability to enjoy the succulent flavor of a ripe apple or the sharp tang of a glass of wine. He was at peace, but his heart ached for Radu when he sometimes saw his son standing in the shadows of their small castle, looking at their sun lit garden beyond, clearly longing to feel the warm kiss of day on his flesh again. Radu would, in his own time, come to peace with what he could, and could not have, as Alexandru had, but to have a child that didn’t have to give up so much would fill him with joy.

The bloodline of Bătrân asked much from its men, but it was necessary. Without the Bătrân the people of Wallachia, of the world, would suffer greatly at the hands of the underworld. It was an oath of protection the Bătrân took seriously, despite the hardships.

Alexandru smiled to himself as the large black horse trotted steadily along. Radu should have ridden with him this evening. The succubus would have been a perfect first match for his son. Radu was nearly ready to begin testing himself, and the taking of a demoness without aide during his first battle would bring glory and fame to his son. Few men, and fewer women, could make that claim. Most Bătrân joined in their first battles only after a more experienced hunter had weakened the demon first.

As Alexandru had done with Doamna, and as his father had done for him, so he’d expected to do with Radu. After Doamna’s transformation, and she’d learned how to control her light, they’d hunted incubus’s together so she could build her power and endurance. He fucked the demons first, taking a portion of their light to weaken them, before stepping aside to allow his wife to finish them. As she’d gained experience and strength, he weakened them less and less, until she was ready to enter battle with an incubus alone and unaided. Sweaty and exhausted, after more than two hours of intense fucking, she’d emerged from the skirmish victorious and rightfully joined the Bătrân as a huntress. While not as strong as Alexandru, Doamna had become a powerful and impressive huntress in her own right, one who had taken many demons.

He’d harvested the succubus tonight after only a single taking. For him it was a trifle, but for Radu, untested by battle and lacking Alexandru’s strength, it would have been a hard-fought brawl that lasted for hours. After defeating the demoness unaided, his son’s hard-won victory would have been something both he and Radu could be proud of.

Alexandru smiled to himself in the darkness. While there was no way to judge the strength of a demon until battle was joined, when the succubus had tried to flee before his first taking, he’d known. Radu might be inexperienced, but he could sense the strength within the boy, and he had no doubt his son would have prevailed this night. His smile spread slightly. No… Radu was no longer a boy, but a man, and he would have enjoyed watching his son defeat the succubus whore without aid to join the ranks of the Bătrân hunters after only one battle.

He was still smiling, seeing in his mind’s eye how he’d have allowed Radu to run the succubus down when he’d realized the succubus and his son were evenly matched. Because of his son’s inexperience, Alexandru was wondering how Radu would have reacted to the barn falling on him while he was fucking the succubus bitch, when a searing pain unlike any he’d felt in his more than five hundred years of life lanced along his nerves before shattering in his head.

Groaning in agony, he leaned over the neck of Dracul to prevent himself from falling from the saddle. It felt like his very soul was being ripped from him. Radu or Doamna is dying, his mind whispered. He groaned again, his anguish rising. No! It can’t be! but deep inside he knew it was true. He’d heard others of his blood say they knew the instant their wife, child, mother, or father died. He’d always thought it nothing but grief and shock distorting memories, but he now knew the stories were true.

The pain was fading, and he knew that Radu or Doamna was gone. Forcing himself upright in the saddle he kicked Dracul, urging the horse into a hard gallop. He was still more than an hour from home, but he’d run Dracul until the horse’s heart burst.

xxxxx

Doamna strained against the incubus, taking his light as the demon’s feverishly lunging hips pounded his iron hard cock into her pussy in his death struggle. Even as she extinguished his light, he held her in a rib creaking embrace, battling to his last in a desperate attempt to, perhaps, capture her light in return to prevent the fate worse than death.

The incubus’s light winked out and she released her death kiss. His hips had ceased their frantic thrusting with the very last of his light, leaving his massive cock rammed deep into her pussy and his powerful arms squeezing her to his chest. She struggled to escape, and though the demon didn’t resist her attempt, his crushing embrace as he fucked her to his last slowed her.

Nobody knew, precisely, what happened when the last tendrils of light were consumed. To Doamna’s knowledge, after a demon took a human in their sleep, no cause of death could ever be discovered. The man or woman simply seemed to stop living. A forceful taking of a human was rare, but when it happened, the cause of death was usually obvious from the damage done to the body.

However, with demons and the Bătrân, falling in battle was a far, far, more terrifying prospect. Bătrân and demon alike grew ashen and still, as if dead, but they weren’t truly dead. It took many months, sometimes longer, for the bodies to grow cold and begin returning to the soil, and no amount of effort had ever returned a fallen hunter to life. Even the forced feeding of blood did nothing. Worse still, in the cruelest of fates, a Bătrân couldn’t even be killed to end their misery. Despite their death like repose, the hunter’s bodies healed with the fantastic power that the magic bestowed upon them, almost as if fate were extracting some callous punishment for the hunter’s failure. Only decapitation could hasten the cooling of the body, but the violent, days long thrashing of the dying body and the gasping of the head as it struggled to draw breath was such a ghastly sight few had the stomach for it. No one could possibly know the truth, but all prayed the mind wasn’t imprisoned in the body, aware of everything but unable to respond, until the body finally died in slow, agonizing starvation. It didn’t matter if the fallen were aware or not, as either case was an equally horrifying thought. Once joined in battle, hunter and demon alike gave their all to ensure it was their enemy who would be trapped in that months long hell, and not themselves.

Finally freeing herself from incubus’s embrace and still hard cock, she tumbled to the floor before rushing the few steps to Radu and the demoness bitch that held him. They were still locked in the death kiss, the succubus’s claw-like nails plunged deep into the flesh of Radu’s back as he furiously fucked her in his death struggle. Doamna grabbed her son, trying to drag him from the demoness’s deadly embrace, but the succubus tightened her clasp and wrapped her legs around Radu’s ass as he continued feverishly driving his cock into the demoness bitch’s pussy even as he grew pale.

“No!” Doamna screamed again, dragging the two tightly wrapped bodies from the table to land with a thud on the stone floor, “Let go of him, you bitch!” she screamed as she pulled frantically on the succubus’s arms, groaning with effort as she desperately tried to save her son from the demoness that was destroying him.

Harelyra suddenly relaxed her embrace and Doamna pulled Radu away. With a sobbing moan, she collapsed to the floor, pulling her son’s head into her lap as he lay in a heap, his eyes open but unseeing, his face forever twisted into a grimace of pain, effort, and lust. She rocked slowly for a long moment, moaning softly as she caressed his once beautiful face, before she bent low, softly kissed him on his cheek, and then gently lowered his head to the floor.

“Rest now, my son,” she murmured before she slowly rose to her feet. Never had she felt such rage and all-consuming hatred, “You’ve killed my son, you demoness whore,” she snarled, her voice low and dangerous.

Doamna turned to the table and picked up the large hunting knife the incubus had produced to carve the duck she’d served to her erstwhile guests, even though nobody at the table could consume the meal. Prolonging the charade, the demons had carved the bird and placed the meat on their plates, along with the rest of the offered food, but after their plates had been filled and they didn’t begin eating, the truth of their nature became known. Moments later their battle began as the two old servants fled the room. The blade would be useless for killing the succubus, but she didn’t care. .. the demoness could still feel the pain of the blade plunging into her flesh, and Doamna wanted the succubus bitch to suffer before she trapped her in the living hell of the undead.

“I’m going to kill you for that, as I killed the incubus,” she continued after a brief pause, her hatred clear in her tone

Still sweaty from her battle with Radu, Harelyra waved her hand dismissively as she extended her phallus to its full length, her giant cock thrusting at the sky like a defiant fist. “A weakling of little value,” she panted. “I have taken the much greater prize.”

Where the Bătrân could survive by drinking blood from a human when her kind were unavailable for harvesting, Harelyra, and those like her, could only survive by consuming inner-light. For the denizens of the underworld, humans were nothing more than livestock to be harvested. It had always been that way, and it always would, despite the constant meddling of the Bătrân.

Being a succubus, Harelyra was best suited for harvesting males. After a single touch of exposed flesh, like an incubus could invade a female’s dreams, she could do the same to a male. After the touch created the link to their victim, a demon only needed to close to a few hundreds of paces to invade their victim’s slumber to feed. While sleeping, a human wouldn’t fight a harvesting. A rich harvest from a young and healthy human could sustain a demon for weeks, and the most successful lulled their victims with sweet and pleasant dreams so the human didn’t wake and sever the link.

Harvesting humans inner-light while they slept was much easier and less dangerous than taking their light by force. Harvesting a human when they were awake, or of the wrong sex, required direct sexual contact, and humans were such fragile creatures they often died during the harvesting before they were fully consumed. Worse, a forced harvesting often caught the attention of the Bătrân.

A demon couldn’t open a portal into a feeding ground protected by another demon. The stronger the demon, the greater area they could hold under their protection, thus forcing lesser demons to return time and again to smaller areas that could be more easily protected by a hunter. Once a demon’s presence was discovered, the demon was often so relentlessly harassed by a hunter they were left with the unenviable choice of dying from starvation, harvesting the hunter, or poaching on another demon’s feeding ground by opening a portal near the edge of their protected area and sneaking in from the outside.

Poaching was extremely hazardous. If the poacher was caught it was rare that the demons didn’t fight to the death, the loser of the battle left stripped of their ability to open a portal or feed, thus guaranteeing their slow, agonizing death. Trying to harvest a Bătrân was nearly as dangerous an endeavor. Unlike a mortal, a Bătrân couldn’t be harvested in their sleep, and the hunter could harvest a demon in return during a forced taking. Because of the spell protecting the Bătrân bloodline, many of her kind had fallen to the hunters, as Churphear had fallen to Doamna.

Though feeding at night during dreams was preferred, with effort, all demons could mutate for a time to force harvest whoever was available if the situation required it. Though Harelyra wasn’t starving, harvesting Doamna, as she’d harvested Radu, was such a situation.

Over the past four centuries, Alexandru had grown dangerously strong, second only to his father, Mircea, and Harelyra knew if the Bătrân bloodline continued to grow in strength, the hunters would eventually hound her people to extinction.

There was a great division among her people over how to ensure their continued survival. Most wanted things to remain as they were, with incubus and succubus alike slinking around like frightened mice trying to steal a few seeds. A smaller group actually proposed trying to make peace with the murdering hunter bastards.

Harelyra didn’t belong to either of those schools of thought, and she wasn’t going to continue cowering in fear while the Bătrân slowly eradicated her people. She was one of five likeminded individuals who were going to take charge of their destinies and not wait to be led to slaughter like a sleeping human. With a single, swift, stroke, they were going to stop Mircea, Alexandru, and the Bătrân before they became so powerful they couldn’t be stopped. Once their plan was in motion there could be no turning back, and the rest of the underworld would have only two choices … join them in their cause… or perish. Many of her kind would die in the coming war, but Harelyra knew those like her would eventually prevail and wipe the Bătrân from the earth and memory.

She and those that agreed with her were going to harvest Mircea and Eupraxia, Alexandru’s father and mother, Alexandru, Doamna, and Radu in a single, swift strike, cutting off the head of the Bătrân serpent and allowing the body to die. Once the last Bătrân was harvested, her people would rule the world as was their right, and no longer be hunted like animals.

Despite their group being composed of the five most powerful demons in the underworld, they couldn’t accomplish their goal alone, so they’d recruited help. As powerful as Mircea and Eupraxia were, they were more than a match for any of their members, but even they couldn’t withstand the combined might of two succubi and two incubi.

Harelyra, the most powerful of the five, had been tasked with harvesting Doamna and Radu. As Shyreia lured Alexandru away, she and Churphear would harvest his wife and son, then the demons who survived their initial battles would come together to finish their task by harvesting Alexandru.

Harelyra was willing to sacrifice both Shyreia and Churphear to accomplish her goal. Shyreia was a youngling in awe of Harelyra and unaware of her role in the plot. There was never any doubt Shyreia would fall to Alexandru, though Harelyra hoped Shyreia wouldn’t be harvested so quickly that she didn’t have time to accomplish her task.

Churphear was an incubus of average strength and much stronger than Shyreia. He too was unaware of his true role, but like Shyreia, he’d been willing, eager even, to join Harelyra’s in a double harvesting. While he was considerably weaker than Harelyra, he should have been up to the task of harvesting that huntress bitch Doamna since she was still regaining her strength after her pregnancy fast. He’d furiously battled Doamna to his end, but the huntress, and especially her bastard of a son, had proven more difficult and time consuming to harvest than expected.

Churphear’s death hadn’t been a complete waste. His hard-fought battle had delayed Doamna enough that Harelyra had been able to harvest Radu without having to fuck both mother and son at the same time, but now she was having to complete what Churphear could not.

“A prize you won’t live to tell anyone of,” Doamna growled.

A small smile slowly caressed Harelyra’s lips as the two sweaty, panting, women glared at each other.

“No …” she said slowly, “It is you who will die. As I harvested Alexandru’s son, so I will harvest his wife.”

Doamna’s heart ached over her loss, but she’d use that pain and rage to destroy the demoness bitch standing before her.

“It is a hollow boast to crow over the victory of one so young and inexperienced. I think you’ll find I’m considerably more difficult to harvest than Radu,” she snarled, the threat in her voice unmistakable.

“I certainly hope so. I was rather disappointed with Radu. I was expecting more of a challenge from the son of the great Alexandru.”

“Tell me your name, demoness whore, so I might know who I’m about to kill.”

“Harelyra,” the succubus sneered

“Harelyra,” Doamna repeated with a snarl, her chest still heaving with her panting.

With a scream more animal that human, Doamna charged the five steps separating her from the succubus, raising the knife as she attacked to plunge the blade in the succubus who’d killed her son. Harelyra braced to accept her rush, grabbing the wrist of the hand wielding the knife as the two women slammed together. Sweat splattering as their large, firm breasts collided, they tumbled to the hard, stone floor, both shrieking in mutual hate and fury.

Harelyra allowed the knife to plunge downward, directing Doamna’s thrust to the side to miss her neck and causing the blade to ring and scrape on the stone floor. Doamna couldn’t kill her with the knife, but wounds were still painful, and she needed to end this battle quickly. In Doamna’s weakened state, she might have been able to defeat both Doamna and Radu at the same time, but if Alexandru arrived before she finished harvesting Doamna, Harelyra knew she’d have to flee, her task unfinished, or her destruction was certain.

Screaming with rage at her failed knife thrust, Doamna strained to draw the blade back for another attempt as Harelyra viciously thrust her hips, the head of her huge, hard cock searching for her opening. With a shared scream of pleasure, effort, and hatred, the demoness’s cock slammed deep into the huntress’s pussy.

“Now I’ll harvest you,” Harelyra hissed into Doamna’s sweaty face.

“You’re the one that will be taken,” the huntress snarled in reply as the two women fucked each other with berserker like fury.

With one hand behind their enemy’s head, their fingers tangled in hair, their other hand engaged in a struggle for control over the blade, the two women slammed their hips together with wet slaps of sweaty flesh. Their large breasts heaving as they gasped and panted, their hard nipples engaged in a duel as prolonged and fierce as that of their pussy and cock. The women, grunting and snarling in muscle straining effort, fucked each other furiously, each trying to gain and hold the dominate upper position. Snarling with hate and effort, they tumbled and rolled occasionally, the damp stains their sweaty bodies left behind on the stones as they struggled marking the progression of their battle, but never did their madly thrusting hips slow.

“Fuck!” Harelyra screamed as her need to rapture grew.

The whispers of Doamna’s slow recovery suggested she shouldn’t be this strong after her long fast!

“You’re weak!” the huntress sneered down into her enemy’s face.

The demoness relaxed her grip on the knife, again allowing the hunter to plunge the blade against the floor with the ring of metal on stone, before twisting her hips to tumble Doamna off her once more. With Doamna’s back against the floor, and the knife pinned to the stone, Harelyra fucked the huntress furiously.

“Strong enough to defeat you,” the demoness panted, “Your light! It begins to glow!”

Doamna labored to hold her light, the succubus’s plunging cock pushing, pushing, pushing her toward rapture. After three takings she’d finished the demon, but she’d gained little additional strength as he’d taken from her twice in return. Because she still wasn’t back to full strength, it had taken her longer than normal to overpower his taking and close off the flow of her light, leaving her weakened.

It was too soon after her fast to face two demons, and Harelyra appeared to be a powerful one. Her only hope was that because Harelyra was a succubus, her power was reduced when taking light from another woman. She only had to hold long enough for Alexandru to return!

Doamna wailed, her control over her light slowly being overcome by Harelyra’s plunging cock and the demoness’s grip on her light. With a burst of ecstasy, her mouth opened and her light began to spill from her. Wailing in rapture, Doamna gripped Harelyra’s face, straining to force the succubus’s mouth away from her own so to not feed the demoness bitch during a death kiss.

Her hips still plunging furiously, Harelyra tried to draw Doamna’s mouth to hers. She was taking some of Doamna’s light, but much of it was being wasted as she strained to take the huntress bitch into a death kiss. Shrieking with pleasure and effort, their arms bulging with desperate exertion, the two women tumbled over each other, once, twice, and then a third time as they strained against each other, their teeth bared and eyes hard and full of hate as they cried out in pleasure and effort.

Screaming with effort, Doamna finally closed off her flow of light, wresting control back from Harelyra as the succubus labored to pull her lips to hers to take her into a death kiss. The succubus was incredibly strong, easily the strongest demon she’d ever faced. With another wail of exertion, Doamna threw herself off the demoness bitch’s cock, staggering to her feet and stumbling back as she gasped for breath, stunned by the power of the Harelyra’s taking.

The succubus lunged after her, slamming the stunned Bătrân against the wall as she rammed her cock back into the huntress’s pussy. Doamna had managed to stop the flow of light, this time, but Harelyra could sense the huntress weakening. Doamna’s defeat was certain. The only question was, could Harelyra finish her before Alexandru arrived and joined his wife in battle.

The two women fucked each other against the wall for a long moment, their hips lunging and bucking in manic effort, their sweat drenched bodies pressed tightly together, no words spoken as they glared at each other.

“Fucking hunter bitch!” Harelyra cried, “You’re going to make me come!”

“Give me your light, you demoness whore!” Doamna sneered as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around Harelyra’s rapidly thrusting hips to prevent her escape.

With another wail of erotic anguish, Harelyra heaved Doamna off the wall, trying to withdraw her cock before she raptured. Doamna clung to the succubus like a leach as she jerked and lunged, using her powerful legs to continue fucking the cock buried deep in her pussy. With a scream of effort, Harelyra overpowered Doamna, lifting her from her cock, but Doamna was an experienced warrioress and gave the demoness no relief by gripping the succubus’s cock with one hand and stroking it furiously.

“Fucking huntress bitch!” Harelyra shrieked as come exploded from her cock.

The thick streams of essence that arced from her cock to coat their breasts, faces, and hair were illuminated by her light glowing from the slit of her cock, infusing her seed with energy and causing it to briefly glow and sparkle with a golden hue before fading. As before, the two women strained, but this time it was Doamna trying to draw Harelyra’s lips to her own so she could feed upon the demoness’s light. Quickly leaning back, she threw Harelyra off balance before she lunged back against her chest, their large breasts crushing together as she released the succubus’s cock so she could use both her hands to pull Harelyra’s mouth to hers.

Doamna drank greedily from Harelyra’s inner-light, but before she had little more than a taste, Harelyra had quenched the flow to leave her wanting. With a snarl, Harelyra spun and rushed the dozen steps to the table before she slammed Doamna down, plates and dishes scattering with the woman’s impact, rammed her cock deep as she gripped the Bătrân’s hips, and began fucking the huntress with savage fury.

“How easily I stopped your harvest,” Harelyra sneered down at the sweaty huntress impaled on her cock, “You’re no match for me.”

Doamna wailed with pleasure. She’d been able to force the demoness to come, but at the expense of her own need. She’d tried to take nourishment from the succubus, to replenish some of her strength, but the demoness was so strong she’d barely fed before Harelyra had stopped the flow.

Her hands flailing as she searched for a weapon, Doamna scattered food and serving trays before one hand closed around a heavy candle holder. With a shriek of pure hatred, she plunged the hot tallow of the candle into Harelyra’s chest, her superhuman strength allowing her to plunge the pike supporting the candle into the succubus. Demons don’t bleed, but they do feel pain, and Harelyra shrieked as she reared back, Doamna’s grip on the holder pulling it from her chest as Harelyra’s back arched, jutting her breasts skyward as she cried her anguish to the room.

Doamna attacked again, plunging the makeshift dagger into Harelyra at the base of her fast-plunging cock. Ramming her cock deep with a throat rending scream, the succubus stilled her hips and grabbed Doamna’s hands as they gripped the holder to wrench the pike from her cock. With a snarl, she began fucking Doamna even harder as the two women grunted and strained over the makeshift weapon.

Doamna’s eyes wild with effort, she strained with every fiber of her being to prevent Harelyra from turning the dagger like point on her. “You fucking demoness bitch!” she screamed after a long moment of muscle twisting effort before she managed to turn the holder aside to slam into the table beside her head. “You’re making me come!”

A cruel smile caressed Harelyra’s lips as the huntress’s eyes, mouth, and pussy began glow. With a snarl of effort and victory, she bent over the prone woman, their hard nipples dimpling soft flesh as their large breasts were compressed between them, and took the Bătrân huntress into a death kiss.

xxxxx

Alexandru screamed as he tumbled from his charging horse, holding desperately to the reins as he fell to prevent Dracul from bolting away. Pain he’d felt only one other time in his life coursed through his body, and it was only his massive strength and near imperviousness to injury that allowed him to hold to the thick leather straps until his weight, pulling heavily on the horse’s head, forced the thundering beast to a stop.

After dragging Dracul to a halt, he lay on the ground, the pain that had knocked him from his horse already fading. He lay still as his body quickly healed. Dracul had stopped almost immediately, but not before he’d stepped on Alexandru several times, inflicting additional injuries to those obtained while being dragged along the ground at a full gallop. Groaning, he hauled on the reins as he staggered to his feet. He’d already lost either Radu or Doamna, and he’d felt the life ebbing from the other. Not dead, his mind whispered. Not dead yet.

Dracul’s sides were heaving as the horse gasped for breath, his once sleek coat lathered with sweat. Alexandru leaned heavily on the animal, not yet fully recovered from the near death of his wife or son, nor this fall from the horse.

“I have asked much, old friend, but I must ask more,” he whispered to his mount as he stumbled to the saddle. With another groan, he heaved himself onto the animal’s back. Leaning over the horse’s neck, he gave the beast a pat. “I’m sorry old friend,” he whispered as he kicked the horse into motion.

Dracul moved off, but despite his repeated urgings, the horse would only trot.

“Yes … perhaps you’re right,” he murmured.

If he continued to push the horse as hard as he had, Dracul would collapse before he reached home. Even at this slower pace he was traveling faster than he could walk, and even with his incredible stamina, Alexandru was no horse and was much slower over long distances afoot than on the back of Dracul. Better to allow the horse to rest and catch its breath before they sprinted again.

xxxxx

Gasping, Doamna managed, just, to stop Harelyra’s taking, but she knew she’d be unable to stop the succubus again, “Alexandru, my love!” she screamed as she reached over her head, clutching her hand as if reaching for her husband’s saving grasp. “I need you!” she wailed as the demoness fucking her with brutal power sneered down into her face.

“Your bastard husband can’t help you now, you huntress bitch!” Harelyra panted, “I’ve taking everything from him. His mother, his father, his son, and soon, his wife!”

“No!”

“Yes! With the fall of house Bătrân, the underworld will rule the humans as is our right!”

“He still lives! He’ll rain havoc upon you and those like you as never before!”

“He’s doomed! Once we complete the harvest of his family, me and mine will gather and harvest him!” Harelyra began to glow as her rapture rose within her, the thought of defeating the Bătrân exciting her.

Doamna, seeing the aura appearing around the demoness’s eyes and mouth, gripped Harelyra’s ass as she began rocking her hips furiously.

“I’m not beaten yet!”

“You fucking huntress bitch! You’re going to make me come again!”

Doamna lunged and twisted, falling from the table to land painfully on the stone floor, but she didn’t release her grip on Harelyra. The two sweaty, panting women, tumbled and rolled, scatting chairs and remits of food as the succubus fought to escape the huntress’s pussy, and the huntress struggled just as fiercely to prevent it.

“You can’t escape me!” Doamna screamed as they tumbled again and she came to rest on top of the demoness, their arms locked in a tangle as her hips pounded the succubus’s huge, hard cock into her pussy.

With a wail, Harelyra spilled her light as her cock pumped her essence into Doamna’s pussy, her hips thrusting madly with her rapture. Doamna clamped her mouth over Harelyra’s, wasting none of Harelyra’s precious light as they fucked furiously, their large breasts and hard nipples dueling as they writhed and squirmed in erotic battle.

“No!” Doamna wailed as Harelyra again quenched her flow of light. She’d known she wouldn’t be able to extract all the demoness’s light during this taking, but as before, she’d barely gained any additional strength from the demoness before the succubus succeeded in stopping the flow of light.

“You’re weak!” Harelyra snarled as she tossed the hunter from her, Doamna crashing into and overturning a chair, “How easily I stopped your taking. Churphear must have been weaker than I realized to fall to one as weak as you,” she sneered as she rose from the floor, walking toward Doamna as the huntress scrambled back and leapt to her feet, “Even young Radu put up more of a fight.”

“Even if you harvest me, Alexandru will hunt you down, hunt you all down, and destroy you!” Doamna screamed in defiance.

“Let’s see, shall we?”

Doamna turned to run, but demons where fast, far faster than any human, even the Bătrân. Harelyra caught the huntress within steps. With a sneer, she flung the huntress to the floor before leaping across her back. The two women grappled, grunting and snarling with effort as they writhed and squirmed, their sweat slick bodies straining against each other with enough force to easily kill, and perhaps dismember, a normal human.

Doamna grunted hard and deep as Harelyra slammed her cock into her pussy, one of Harelyra arms around the huntress’s neck, the hand of the other pressed against the back of her head, forcing her head forward to crush her throat. Doamna couldn’t be choked to death, but Harelyra’s hold prevented an easy escape.

“I’m going to harvest you,” Harelyra whispered in her victim’s ear as she pounded her cock into her enemy’s pussy. “Then, as I harvest Alexandru, I’m going to tell him it was I who took his wife and son from him so that he will know his failure to stop me was complete.”

Doamna didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, her throat destroyed and unable to draw a breath as Harelyra continued to clamp her arm around her throat while fucking her with ruthless brutality. The huntress reached toward the table with one hand. Perhaps if she could reach the table she could find a weapon. Grimacing with effort, she began dragging herself and Harelyra across the room, the smear of her sweat on the floor marking her slow progress.

Harelyra was impressed with the determination of Doamna to fight to the last, even as she began to spill her light. Moaning deep in her chest, Doamna stopped her slow, laborious struggle across the room as Harelyra twisted her neck violently. The huntress’s neck crackled with breaking bone as Harelyra covered the woman’s mouth with her own.

She drank deep from Doamna in a death kiss, pulling the hunter’s light from her body as Doamna thrust her hips furiously against the floor in her death struggle. For a long moment, the huntress fucked the floor and her cock, but then she was still.

With a huff, Harelyra rose from her defeated foe and glanced around the room. Her assignment was complete, and though Alexandru could arrive at any moment, she wanted to take the time to prepare a surprise for him. She crossed the room and picked up the knife that Doamna had intended to use on her, then with a smile that would have chilled the blood of the devil himself, she left the room in search of the old man and woman.

xxxxx

Alexandru groaned as he leaned over Dracul’s neck. The pain he’d felt twice before slammed into him as it burned along his nerves even more fiercely than the previous times. He held to the horse, desperate to not pause for even a moment. Doamna or Radu is dying, his mind whispered again.

“No,” he groaned to his horse. He endured the pain, gripping the animal’s neck as he fought to stay in the saddle, the horse slowing to a walk but still carrying him home. “Please, Dracul… please,” he begged, knowing the horse wouldn’t understand him, but praying all the same the animal wouldn’t stop.

Dracul didn’t stop, and as the horsed plodded along, the pain slowly faded. His teeth cliched with impotent fury, his heart breaking with indescribable loss, Alexandru forced himself upright in the saddle. He knew it was no man that had taken his family from him, and he knew who would pay. He kicked Dracul firmly. Nothing mattered now except getting to his family. If Dracul died, then he’d run on his own two legs until his own heart burst.

Twenty minutes later, Alexandru leapt from Dracul. The horse’s head was down, and his mouth was covered with red tinged foam, but Dracul had brought him home as swiftly as any animal could. He ran first to their bedrooms, frantically calling names, but the castle was as silent as a tomb. He found the bodies in the dining hall. He paused in the doorway for the briefest of instances, stunned by the scene before him, before rushing into the room. Amongst the scattered dishes and food was an incubus, his wife and son, and his two servants, Nicu and his wife, Ștefana.

“No,” he moaned as he settled beside his wife and son. It was obvious the bodies had been carefully arranged for him.

The incubus was on his back with Doamna draped across his chest, her unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling with the demon’s massive, hard cock inside her womanhood. Radu had been draped over his mother’s chest with his equally large and hard cock forced into Doamna’s pussy alongside the incubus’s, all three of their faces twisted into masks of lust and effort. Whimpering, he carefully pulled Radu from Doamna, holding his undead son in a long, fierce embrace before gently placing his son’s body on the floor and lifting his wife off the demon.

“No,” he whimpered again, closing his eyes as he pulled her into his arms, holding Doamna’s still warm face to his as he rocked slowly.

He knew she was gone, but with his eyes closed and her body still warm as she existed between life and death, he could imagine her yet alive. He continued to rock, moaning softly as he remembered her as she was with her long, curled, golden hair, beautiful face, and eyes the blue of a still mountain lake reflecting a cloudless sky. As tears ran down his cheeks, he recalled how she’d looked at him with such profound love, and how he’d returned her gaze with the same.

“No … I’m so sorry I wasn’t here … I’m so sorry I wasn’t here …. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here …” he murmured over and over again as he continued to rock her.

After a long moment, wiping away his tears, he carefully placed Doamna’s head on the floor before moving to Nicu and Ștefana, the elderly man and woman serving his family has their parents, and their parents before them had… and as their children, and their children’s children would. They were separate from the tableau of his wife and son in a massive pool of blood, stripped of clothing and carefully arranged with Nicu between his wife’s legs, laying over her body as if they were making love.

Alexandru careful separated the man and woman. Unlike Doamna, Radu, and the incubus, who lingered in the undead state, Nicu and Ștefana were clearly lifeless, though their bodies were still warm and the stiffness of death hadn’t yet taken them. The old couple had been brutally stabbed many times, and then arranged to hide their wounds. He looked at the blood on his hands. The blood didn’t interest him, the nourishment value of the liquid destroyed within seconds of leaving the host’s body.

He slowly turned in the room. No demon had ever struck at a Bătrân so openly before, the inhabitants of underworld preferring to lurk in the shadows like the murdering thieves they were. A rage like no other welled up inside him until it burst forth with a scream. He fell to his knees beside his son as he screamed, a wild, animal like shriek of pure pain.

“I’ll kill them! I’ll kill them all!” he screamed to the ceiling as his fingers curved into talons.

The castle of Alexandru Bătrân echoed with his anguished screams for many hours as he grieved over the loss of this wife and child, his cries becoming even more tormented as he felt the loss of first one parent then the other.

Alexandru Bătrân had once been held in high regard by those in the nearby village of Târgșor, but after that fateful night, none dared approach the castle again. For generations thereafter the villagers swore that late at night, the walls of castle Bătrân echoed with Alexandru’s screams still.

2019 — Los Angeles, California

Alex sat at a table in the corner while watching the mingle of people, his seltzer sweating in a glass in front of him. He was hungry, but it was so much more dangerous to feed now that he had to be careful and smart. Fortunately, over his long life, he had much practice in avoiding detection and learning how to defeat the latest police techniques as they were developed and refined.

He was tired. In his more than ten centuries of life, he’d witnessed much… the birth and deaths of nations, of men learning to tame the land, air, and seas with their machines, and then finally stepping foot on another celestial body. His task complete, he was ready to die. He didn’t know how much longer he might live, and he had no memory of anyone else in his bloodline having lived so long, all having fallen to a demon before reaching his advanced age. Despite his age beyond imagining, he looked little older than he had when he’d transformed. Tall and heavily muscled, with piercing dark eyes and hair more ebony than the deepest night, he looked to be perhaps forty, not his true age of approximately one thousand, and he would continue to do so until he could no longer take nourishment from those he fed upon. When that day came, he would begin his slow spiral into death. He assumed there would be no sign his death was approaching, the magic of his family preventing his body from deteriorating as he slowly starved until, eventually, he would simply perish.

He took a sip from his glass. He was certain he was the last of his kind, the sole survivor of the long war against the underworld. He found bleak amusement that he, and the rest of the Bătrân, were likely the source of the vampire legend as they’d battled the demons in that centuries long war. It was the very traits that made people think of the Bătrân as monsters that allowed them to protect humanity from the true monsters since before the Roman Empire. While most of the lore surrounding vampires was fanciful poppycock, there were a few grains of truth hidden in the ancient stories.

He drank human blood to survive, because of the sun’s UV rays he couldn’t venture into daylight without great pain and damage to his flesh, and he was immensely strong and old, but that’s where the similarities to the vampire legends ended.

He couldn’t turn into a bat and fly around, garlic presented no more problem than any other human food, he slept in a king-sized bed with silk sheets, not in a coffin, and holy water, consecrated ground, or a cross affected him no more than anyone else. The myths had other facts wrong as well. Mirrors were no issue and he had several in his house, if he were defeated in battle and fell into the undead state, he’d never wake from it, and a wooden stake through the heart would severely piss him off but not kill him.

Of all the legendary vampire traits, the most troubling by far was his need to feed on human blood. He had to feed every few months, taking a victim when his need overwhelmed his control. He’d tried animal blood, but the attempt had made him violently ill. There was no nourishment to be found there and his need only increased. He’d also once drank from the supplies of a blood bank, but as he expected, there was no nourishment to be found there either. The Bătrân’s need for fresh human blood was the sacrifice humans were required to make for their protection from the underworld… except they no longer needed his protection.

Alex had killed the last demon, in London, more than one hundred and thirty years before. Hearing of the brutal murders by, as the London press had dubbed him at the time, the Whitechapel Murderer, then later Jack the Ripper, Alex had traveled from Paris, intending to feed upon a man who no longer deserved to live and who’s sudden disappearance wouldn’t be investigated too closely.

He’d arrived in London believing the Whitechapel Murderer was nothing more than an evil or disturbed man, someone that he would feed upon before disposing of the body. It had taken him weeks of skulking in the darkness before catching up to the man… only to discover the killer wasn’t a man at all. More than two hundred years before to his trip to London Alex had battled a succubus. He’d thought at the time that evil bitch was the last of her kind, so it came as much surprise the man the London police were looking for was no man at all, but an incubus.

Alex had interrupted the killer as he was mutilating a young, ginger woman that may have been pretty once, perhaps to cover his nature, perhaps because the incubus derived some sick pleasure from doing so, or perhaps for another reason known only to demons. Naked and covered in the woman’s blood, the incubus had attacked, but the demon had quickly realized Alex was a hunter and had turned and fled. Alex gave chase, but the demon was far faster than even his magic enhanced body and had escaped. He’d spent hours searching in the darkness, knowing that unless the demon had managed to open a portal and escape to the underworld, something difficult to do without being seen in a crowded metropolis, the incubus had to be hiding where beams of sunlight never reached and where his nocturnal nature wouldn’t be noticed.

Near dawn, just before he was going to give up and find a place to wait for nightfall to resume his search, he’d found his prey hiding in the tunnels of the London Underground Railway. There, as the coke fired locomotives hissed, chuffed, and squealed their way past, Alex and the incubus had battled in furious, naked, combat, the sounds of the passing trains drowning out their own screams of effort, pleasure, and pain. Alex and the demon began by fucking after the incubus absorbed his penis and opened a vagina, but after several hours of brutal combat, the incubus had grown exhausted from the effort of maintaining his metamorphosis, and he and Alex had finished their duel with the demon in the incubus’s natural state, the two night creatures battling against their enemy’s cock with hands, mouths, and their own rigid cock.

While fucking each other mercilessly, their flesh became darkened and stained black from rolling around in the coal cinders and the sharp-edged gravel of the roadbed supporting the tracks, pressing each other against the sticky, smoke-stained walls, or in one terrifying instance, battling between the rails, furiously sucking and stroking each other’s huge cock as an engine bore down on them. Even as the train approached, they remained locked in violent combat, squirming and thrusting cocks into mouths as the sharp stones opened cuts on their bodies that instantly healed. Thick, powerful arms bulging and twisting with effort, they strained to escape their enemy’s crushing embrace while maintaining their own, so engaged in their fight they ignored all other danger.

Hips lunging violently, their massive cocks throbbing with their rapture, the night creatures filled their enemy’s mouth with their essence, their cries of effort and pleasure muffled as hunter and hunted strained against each other. Inner-light glowing from the tips of their fast-plunging cocks, Alex and the demon consumed their enemy’s feeble flow of light as they continued their erotic battle without pause, tumbling over each other and the rail to relative safety with scant moments to spare.

Their battle lasted more than seven hours until Alex, battered and covered in soot, consumed the last of the incubus’s light, taking the incubus into a death kiss as his tightly clenched fist stroked the monster’s giant, steel hard cock with manic fury. The Incubus had been incredibly strong, the strongest demon he’d ever faced, but not strong enough. During their battle, the demon had taken from him six times, but Alex’s eighth taking of the incubus’s light had been his last.

His chest still heaving from the hardest fought battle of his life, Alex carried the demon’s body deeper into the tunnels, hiding there until darkness returned. Late at night, after dressing himself in the tattered remains of his once fine suit, Alex had then hauled the demon out of the tunnel, weighted the body with scraps of rail he found in the demon’s lair, and then dumped the incubus’s body into the Thames. There the spawn of the underworld would drown, be reborn into the undead state, only to drown again in a never-ending cycle until the incubus’s final death came months later.

Alex smiled with the memory, hoping that incubus bastard knew everything that was happening to him and that he lived in the hell of the undead for a long, long time.

Feeding on the incubus had satisfied his hunger for a time, but now there were no more demons to feed upon and he was forced to take his nourishment from the humans. With a grim set of his jaw as he contemplated the distasteful task ahead of him, his dark eyes flicked about the crowd, watching and waiting for his victim.

xxxxx

Harley stepped into the dark interior of Las Deux. She was hungry and was searching for her next victim. Her previous feeding, only a week ago in Moscow, had been unsatisfactory, the man’s inner-light surprisingly weak and his will fragile, especially considering his apparent robust health and obvious strength and size. She’d been so hungry that she’d been overcome during his harvest and he’d sensed her taking. He didn’t even put up a fight, cringing back into a corner like the sheep he was when he realized her true nature, begging for his life, his tiny little cock limp and useless.

No longer of use to her, she’d killed him without a second thought. She missed the men of old, men who resisted her to their last, men preferring to die while trying to fight and fuck their way out of her grasp than to cower in the corner like a frightened mouse. Because she was the last of her kind, the world was now her table. Since there were no other demons to block her opening of a portal, she could go anyplace she chose to feed… and yet she seemed to be constantly hungry.

“Hey, sexy lady. Buy you a drink?”

She evaluated the man making the offer. He was handsome enough in his own way, but he lacked robustness. While physical size wasn’t an absolute indicator of the strength of a man’s will or the size of his reservoir of light, as had been reinforced by her previous choice, often the two coincided. A big, strong, well-muscled man usually lasted longer during a forced harvest, willing and able to fight longer and harder as she took his light, than a thinner, weaker male.

“Maybe later,” she said as she moved deeper into the bar.

In the hundreds of years of progress since the war with the Bătrân began, it had become increasingly difficult to harvest light from sleeping males. Not because she lacked the ability, but because her victims were often beyond her reach after she made the link. In the olden days, someone rarely traveled more than a mile or two, well within her ability to sense and track. Now, however, in the modern world, she could touch a man to create the link, and then he simply … vanished. Traveling by car or train, the man could quickly move beyond her range of detection. It was unimaginably frustrating to know that she could travel anywhere in the world in a handful of seconds, yet couldn’t follow a man across town because stepping through a portal severed any link she’d created.

She’d tried following her prey in her own car, and while that sometimes worked, often she was then thwarted by a stoplight, secured building, gated community, or some other modern inconvenience. Like all denizens of the underworld, she could only open a portal outside, lacking the ability to portal through anything other than air. She also had to be cautious and keep her nature a secret, lest she panic the sheep that was humanity and make her hunting that much more difficult. Like all demons always had, she was careful to open her portals only in locations where her arrival, and disappearance, wouldn’t be observed to protect her ability to hunt.

In the past, with her ability to feed so erratic, she’d often felt like she was slowly starving, but things were better now. In the past several decades, with most people no longer waiting for marriage to begin fucking, she’d changed her tactics. Now she allowed a man to pick her up, take her somewhere private, and then she literally fucked him to death. She tried to not damage the man during the harvest to avoid scrutiny of the event, but it was hard, so hard sometimes, to contain her need … especially when she was so hungry and the man resisted her harvesting.

Being succubus, she wasn’t limited to one location, and she made sure she never harvested more than one human from a location at a time. Though she left behind a string of dead males, nobody was able to connect the deaths, much less ascribe them to one person. Depending on her victim, the body she left might be badly broken from the violence of her harvest, or perhaps the man appeared to have passed peacefully if she could harvest him as he slept. The remains she left after her feedings were a varied as the men she harvested.

Harley moved slowly through the throng, her dark eyes flicking around the room as she searched for her next victim. So much food … yet so difficult to obtain.

She’d gotten her war with the Bătrân, but it had been more costly than any of original five had anticipated. Three of the four demons that had been sent to harvest Mircea and Eupraxia had perished in the attempt. Three days later, as she and she and Mazrel, the Incubus who survived the harvesting of Mircea and Eupraxia, prepared to harvest Alexandru, they’d been attacked by a group of ten demons, intent on driving them out of the underworld and taking their ability to feed for bringing them to war with the Bătrân.

Despite their combined strength, she and Mazrel had no hope of defeating so many demons in combat. They’d survived the attack by fleeing to the surface where they’d wandered, hiding by day to avoid the debilitating rays of the sun, and feeding with care at night to avoid drawing attention of the Bătrân or their brethren. Each time they tried to return to the underworld, they were again attacked and driven out, until after hundreds of years, there was no one left to drive them out.

For the next 200 years, they’d lived in luxurious freedom, gorging themselves on light, untroubled by the hunters. Then, one day, Mazrel failed to return to the underworld. She’d thought all the hunters dead, but clearly at least one remained. Or had.

It became her mission to eradicate the last Bătrân, the one who had taken her sole companion, and remove their scourge from the earth forever. In the early nineteen hundreds she’d finally tracked down the last hunter, a man living in South Africa, by following the whispers of a monster that emerged from the water at night to drag the unsuspecting back into the ocean where they were drained of blood. She suspected the ‘monster’ was a hunter that was taking humans for food and then disposing of their bodies by dumping them into the ocean.