Feature Writer: ludomatic
Feature Title: REFUGE
Published: 26.10.2022
Story Codes: Demonic, Transgender
Synopsis: A devout sister and a knight seek shelter when a storm hits
Refuge
Sister Saito was charged with transmitting the decision of the Diet to the ecclesiastical authorities south of the mountains.
It was a great honour, but it was marred by the identity of the escort she was assigned. In Saito’s view, she needed no one to accompany her at all, least of all one such as this. Saito had so many objections, but there was no time to make her superiors understand.
“She’ll keep you safe,” was all Saito was told before being urged in no uncertain terms to depart immediately. Dutiful by nature and by conscious decision, she was forced to resign herself to the presence of her unwanted companion, who went by the name Hinotama.
While they rode south on the old road, Saito was relieved to see that Hinotama at least had the decency to remain cloaked and hooded lest her appearance horrify and scandalise farmers and travellers who they might pass. They rode at speed, changing mounts at post stations, and despite the exertion this was a relief to Saito, as it meant that there was no occasion for conversation. Even bandying words with such an individual as Hinotama could be perilous, Saito knew. She herself kept her head down and her eyes fixed on the road ahead.
The first day passed uneventfully along the forest road. The second brought them along the border between plains and forest, and into the foothills. There were more people here: small settlements and farms, markets and fairs. It saddened Saito that she could not bring them the joyous news from the Diet, but she had her duty and it brooked no delay. They rested only briefly at post stations, and ate in the saddle.
Towards the end of the third day, they reached the city of Bas-Kita, the last city this side of the mountains. This would be their last chance to eat well and to secure supplies before the most challenging part of their journey. Thus they presented their credentials at a coaching inn, where the innkeeper fell over herself to offer them fine rooms and ushered them to a table where they would be plied with the best food and drink the house could offer. The inn was warm, lively and comfortable, and Saito permitted herself to enjoy such simplicities, knowing that it would be long indeed before they could indulge in such rest again.
That sense of calm was ruined, however, when Hinotama sat down opposite her and threw off her concealing hood.
For a moment Saito stared in shock, horrified at such a creature being in plain sight, of course, but also a little intrigued to study the details of her features: she had never been in such proximity to one before.
Perhaps a moment too many passed before she realised she should admonish her travelling companion. “Cover yourself! We are guests. Do not cause offence among this inn’s clientele.”
Hinotama smiled a dainty smile, but it displayed needle-like fang teeth. “This is a busy city and a cosmopolitan tavern. I am certainly far from the first of my kind they have seen.”
Saito frowned. “You behaved so well on the road. Don’t spoil my good impression of you now.”
Hinotama cocked her head and, reaching up, rubbed the horns on her head as if in thought. Then she laughed. “You thought I was hiding my face? I was just wrapping up warm against the cold. We tieflings are very sensitive to it, you know.”
“We do not admit that word,” Saito told her sternly, raising a hand for emphasis.
But Hinotama seemed to pay her no attention, instead sighing as she uncovered her little vestigial wings and fluttered them. Next the creature would be unwinding its tail before the whole inn!
“I said–”
“I heard you.” The same cute grin, but it now struck Saito as false. “What phrase would you prefer? Devil-girl? Daughter of the beast? Tainted? Succu–”
“Hush!” Saito looked around, but it seemed that no one had overheard.
The innkeeper arrived bringing a first generous platter of food and foaming mugs of ale. Saito couldn’t deny that the woman appeared totally unaffected by the nature of her companion. Their host must be extraordinarily polite, Saito concluded, dismissing the possibility that Hinotama might be right.
With food and drink before her, the creature showed some of her true colours, abandoning her delicate pretences and digging in like the beastly thing she was. Saito partook frugally: watching such a hungry display was quite off-putting.
“Quite shameful,” she found herself saying. “Quite shameful that one such as you should ever have been permitted to take the sacred vows of knighthood.”
Hinotama swallowed and made a little belch. “Must I remind you that since the Council of–”
Saito raised a hand again. “Do not interpret doctrine for me, beast!” That last had slipped out, and she felt quite ashamed, hiding her reaction behind taking a long drink of ale. “That was most inappropriate of me,” she said quietly at last. “We are to travel together, so we must be able to be civil with one another. I shall meet this trial.”
Hinotama seemed unbothered by all of this. “I don’t mind what you call me, Sister. It has been my experience that those who speak to us most harshly are also prove to be those who find us most… fascinating.” She spread her hands. “I cannot be offended.”
Saito took a bite of fish and vegetables. Inwardly, she seethed. Fascinating, indeed? Why, to call such a being as this, with her azure skin, bright lime eyes, gleaming obsidian hair and lips of amber fascinating? It was fascination indeed! As it had always been, it was a lure. A lure to entrap and doom the unwise to temptation and thence damnation. No matter what pronouncement the ecclesiastical authorities might make, she knew that this creature, this thing, was her worst enemy. The worst enemy of the godly. That Hinotama was permitted to masquerade as a godly knight herself stuck in Saito’s craw even more than the necessity of travelling with her.
The rest of the meal passed in silence.
Later, when they ascended to their rooms, at her door Saito found Hinotama close at her shoulder.
“We each have our own room… knight. We should use them, so as not to offend our hosts in their generosity.”
Hinotama feigned a bereft sigh. “I suppose we do. But do you not find the nights to be so cold when spent alone?”
Saito had not needed more evidence that nothing could change such creatures.
“No. And if I do, I shall request another blanket. Good night.”
She stepped into her room and slammed the door shut behind her.
They were already deep into the pass when they realised that this year the snows were coming early.
Bringing her steed to a halt, Hinotama pointed at the grey clouds, incoming from the east. East winds always boded ill.
“No mistaking clouds like that. They’ll reach us soon. This could be bad.”
Saito couldn’t argue with any of that. Except the pessimism. “This is the only pass that remains open all year round. Even if there’s snow, the only way for us is onward. So we have been charged.”
Hinotama nodded, though something about her expression suggested that she did not entirely agree.
As the two companions continued their ascent, the wind picked up and the temperature plummeted. When the snow began, it was no light fall but came in a driving storm. Before their eyes, the land around them was transformed: a thick white mantle settled over the world, the ground before them turned to a treacherous morass of ice and snow.
They dismounted from their riding dogs and led them. The animals were of the shaggy sort that preferred the mountain air, but they were still at risk of losing their footing. Saito wrapped her cloak close around her and raised her own hood: now they were two faceless figures in the wilderness, indistinguishable to the sight of any save the rulers on high. Or so Saito thought until she looked across at Hinotama and saw steam rising from her. The snow melted and evaporated when it came into contact with her: did her infernal heat burn even hotter in this chill?
It was a struggle just to keep going. The trail turned downhill for a while, and Saito hoped this might mean greater shelter. Yet the wind was cruel. It was if it dove down into the vale of the pass to seek them out and claw at them with shrieking icy fingers. Saito felt her body beginning to go numb to the cold, but her belief and her spirit still burned strong and drove her on. So she told herself, but she feared they too would be numb before long.
At Hinotama’s signal they made a brief halt. Huddled close with their dogs on either side of them. The warm bulk of the great riding beasts comforted Saito. She could not say the same for the sight of Hinotama. Her healthy azure complexion had faded to a pale cyan and the light of her green eyes was dimmed.
They were too tired and the sound of the gale was too loud for them to converse, but Saito could imagine how it would go.
We can’t go on much longer.
To turn back would be no easier.
If we stay put…
… we will freeze.
It was a grim calculation. How many lives had these mountains claimed in such a way down the years?
Then, Hinotama pointed. “There!”
Saito looked. And looked. Only a devil’s eyes could have made it out at this distance. But there it was: a small hut, nestled into a hollow in the side of one of the flanking peaks. A refuge.
It would not be much, but right now it was as welcome a sight as a veritable palace. Saito was thankful for providence descended from on high. And, she supposed, for the work of the people of the mountains who built and maintained such structures. Surely now, they would survive.
Assuming, of course, that they could reach it. To progress towards the shelter they had to march directly into the face of the wind. On the ground the snow was growing deeper, providing surer footing, but every step was also a drain on energy. Saito kept her head down, repeating triumphant hymns in her mind. Like any godly pilgrim, through trials she would find her way.
When next she looked up, Saito saw that the refuge seemed close enough to touch. A simple but sturdy lodge, their warmth and, most especially, that of the beasts would soon warm it up. Most important was getting out of the wind. Saito had never looked forward more to rest and shelter. The prospect filled her with the strength she’d need for the last stretch.
However, a look behind told her that her companion was not faring so well. Hinotama was some tens of yards behind her, slumped to the ground, clinging on to her walking staff, her loyal mount screening her from the gale as it could.
That was when Saito realised the true test she was being put to on this day. She knew that Hinotama was not only a damned creature, but a source of damnation for others. And yet her duty remained clear. Charity did not discriminate. Saito turned and made her way back along the path she had trod, the wind at her back now.
Hinotama did not even look up when Saito reached her. Despite the vapour that still rose from her as the snow refused to settle on the infernal creature, Saito found Hinotama’s skin to be as cold as ice. At the touch, Hinotama looked up, but her eyes had gone dark and she wore no expression at all.
Still, she responded when Saito hooked an arm around her and helped her back to her feet. Leaning heavily on her companion and her staff, Hinotama managed to limp in the direction of the lodge. Saito began to encourage her with words of divine reassurance, but stopped herself. Such words were surely wasted on this creature even in her pitiful current condition.
Flanked by the shielding bulks of their loyal dogs, the two made their way with agonising slowness towards the structure that promised shelter. Saito gritted chattering teeth.
Once they crossed the threshold, Hinotama collapsed again. Saito felt exhausted enough to do the same, but she had much work to do: they were no longer directly exposed to the wind and snow, but it was no warmer in here. She had to get a fire going, secure the refuge’s doors and shutters, stable the dogs. If Hinotama was not in a fit state to help, Saito had to do it alone.
In the adjoining room, the dogs could be heard barking softly at one another. Such gentle animals, Saito thought to herself. Truly they had been put in the world by divine favour.
She could not think the same about the creature lying in the hut’s sole bed. Despite the blazing fire Saito had got going in the hearth and the layers of blankets she was covered with, Hinotama still showed no signs of recovery or consciousness.
The mountain lodge had been intelligently situated, and its construction though simple was sturdy and effective. With doors bolted and windows shuttered, it did an excellent job of keeping the heat from the fire in and the deadly chill out.
Looking at the condition of her travelling companion, Saito chewed the inside of her cheek, feeling terribly ambivalent about the matter. The world would only benefit from there being one fewer tainted in it. In a different age it would have been deemed a godly act to strike one down, never mind fail to save one from the vicissitudes of cruel climate. Yet, they were companions of the road nonetheless, and their duty to one another could not be denied.
At least, Saito noticed, Hinotama’s colour had began to return to its healthy azure hue. She watched the devil-girl’s breathing, seeing her forked tongue flicker out between her amber lips. Saito couldn’t help thinking that she had never seen a finer nose. Those exquisite cheek-bones…
Saito cursed and turned away. Why did the divine permit these awful creatures such damnable cuteness? The afterworld must indeed be the land of repose promised, for this one contained nought but trials.
She set herself to making an inventory of the shelter’s contents, stored in the basement reached through a trapdoor. They were quite impressive. There was even a small store of dried fruit, along with loaves of hardened bread, salt, dried meat, water barrels, porridge and more besides. Of course, they must take no more than they needed: it was still early in the season, and other brave or foolhardy winter travellers might have need of this waystation.
Then Saito found the stash of bottles of upland whisky. Cradling one in her hands, she mused for a moment. Yes, in the case of an infernal creature this was well worth a try. She returned to the bedside.
The moment the first drop of liquor touched her lips, Hinotama’s eyes popped open and she surged back to life. Saito found the bottle snatched from her hand. Hinotama threw back her head and drank deeply of the rough liquor.
“Show moderation!” Saito warned her, watching wide-eyed. “You will make yourself ill.”
But Hinotama merely shook her head while she chugged down several slugs. Saito was surprised she didn’t drain the whole bottle.
“Ah! That’s the water of life, all right!” Hinotama had sat up, a cheery smile on her face as she looked around at her new surroundings. “We made it!”
She began to take another drink as if in celebration, but Saito was insistent in taking the bottle back. “Medicinal use only,” she said sternly.
Hinotama made a sulky face. (Quite intolerably cute, Saito thought.) But she didn’t try to reclaim the bottle. “Okaaay,” she sighed. “I suppose I do owe you my life.” That thought seemed to trigger something in her mind. Her eyes their usual bright lime once again, she gave Saito a considering examination, looking her up and down. “You know, my kind has certain traditions when it comes to repaying our debts.”
Saito stood and stepped back from the bed. She wagged a finger. “None of that! And to think I was beginning to feel sorry for you.” She shook her head. “Quite incorrigible.”
Hinotama was open-mouthed in dismay. “Oh, Sister, no! What do you think of me? I meant that, as a knight, I am bound by the ancient rules of honour. I must offer my sword to your service now.”
“Sword? You are not even carrying a sword.”
Hinotama grinned, one fang showing. “It’s a metaphorical sword. It means I am at your service until I have a chance to save your life in turn.”
“Well, you shall have to hope that our journey continues to be perilous. Once we reach our destination we shall part ways. Mistake me not, I will not have it otherwise.”
That glum face again. However she steeled herself, Saito found that it tugged at her heartstrings.
“Do you really mean that?” Hinotama asked woefully. “I know you distrust tieflings, but I’d hoped that this journey might influence your view a little… That we’d become closer.”
“I have already been quite as close to you as I care to,” Saito replied very quickly.
Hinotama seemed to sag. “Well, if you won’t let me have any more whisky, I must rest. I’ve never been so exhausted.”
Saito nodded. “And I.” She went over to her pack and retrieved her bedroll, looking around for a good spot to unroll it on the floor.
“Sister,” Hinotama gasped, “you can’t sleep on the floor! I won’t have it!”
Saito glanced back at her. “A floor is quite sufficient for me, I thank you.”
Hinotama was insistent. “But you’ve given me all the blankets! What if you catch a chill lying on the floor? If you were to succumb like that after being so brave in helping me… I could never forgive myself.” Her words did give Saito pause. Hinotama gestured around herself. “There’s only one bed, but it’s plenty roomy, isn’t it?”
Saito began to shake her head. “I shan’t–”
Hinotama pouted. “You wouldn’t doubt my honour, would you, Sister? We will lie back to back. I’ll even keep my tail under strict control! But my saviour mustn’t suffer discomfort on my account.”
After a long pause, Saito discarded the bedroll. “One should never refer to a mortal being as a ‘saviour’. Your grasp of doctrine should be better.” As if walking to an awful fate, she made her way back to the bed. “But some of your words do have merit.”
A smile — a happy smile, Saito told herself, not a predatory grin — crossed Hinotama’s face before she rolled over and turned her back where she lay on the bed, as she’d promised.
It was not warm enough to undress, even were she inclined to. Saito climbed into bed and drew her share of the blankets around her. From Hinotama, she could already hear the steady, regular breathing that indicated sleep. Looking away, if she didn’t think about it, Saito could even find the close presence of another warm body pleasant and comforting, as she tried hard not to dwell on the fact that she now found herself sharing a bed with a daughter of the beast.
Saito awoke. She was alone in the bed.
It was dark and the wind still howled outside.
She heard the clack of hooves on the wooden floor of the hut. Saito’s hackles rose. Suddenly, this situation felt so different. She was alone in this remote and forbidding place with a creature of a kind that she had been taught to fear for as long as she could remember.
She could hear her drinking. A soft chuckle. Saito mouthed a silent prayer to herself. Despite herself, she couldn’t help hoping that she was wrong. That — as some naive people said now — whatever their heritage tieflings were people too, capable of kindness, goodness and godliness. If Saito set aside her manners, her jokes and the intense cuteness (which after all she could hardly help), hadn’t Hinotama been a dependable companion on the road?
Those hooved steps drew closer, returning to the bed.
“Sssaitooo! Are you awake, lovely Saito?”
Saito spoke up. “I told you that the whisky was only to be medicinal. Now you’re drunk.”
Hinotama giggled. “Oh, but my kind don’t get drunk, sweet Saito.” Standing beside the bed now, to Saito’s eyes she was only a set of outlines in the darkness. But that was enough for her to recognise that the devil-girl was now completely naked. “We just get… excited.”
Eyes fixed open, Saito followed the movement of Hinotama’s hand as it descended — to toy with the large member that hung between her legs. Saito took in a sharp breath as she saw that it was indeed growing excited.
She shuffled back across the bed. Began to roll over and turn away.
“Don’t be shy, Saito,” Hinotama crooned.
Saito steadied her nerves. She met the gaze of the lime eyes that shone bright in the dark. “You have not ceased to insist that you do not deserve the reputation your kind may have earned in the past. Now is the time for you to show the proof of your words.”
Hinotama said nothing, and Saito couldn’t stop herself from looking down at that growing erection.
“I insist.” There was a quaver in her words now. “I insist that you remember your vows, sir knight!”
Hinotama dropped down to kneel beside the bed. She leaned forward and tilted her head, looking deep into Saito’s eyes.
“What if I’m a liar?” she asked in a low, husky voice. “Aren’t all my kind liars?”
“I–” But her words died under that intense glowing stare.
“What if I’m exactly the monster you feared, Saito? That you were so right to fear?”
Saito could see nothing but those luminous lime green orbs. She felt something… she felt something oozing into her mind. The moment she felt it, she knew it was the power of the beast.
Still held by that stare, she tried to push it back, push it out. But it was formless, slipping past her every mental struggle. It slithered deeper, filled with such purpose. Saito had always thought that she would be adamant in the face of the power of the beast. That it could have no hold over someone righteous in her faith. Yet now she discovered how little her resoluteness mattered in the face of this insidious force infiltrating her being.
All the while, Hinotama kept gazing deeply into Saito’s unblinking eyes.
How could she be so helpless? The intrusion in her mind seemed to wrest control without effort. She was not strong enough to resist. Did strength even matter? She felt shunted aside, made to retreat inside herself, while the force… the force possessing her familiarised itself with the vessel it had claimed. A dread power had taken hold of her. Saito wished that she felt some separation, that she was watching it all happen from a distance. But there was no such remove. She terribly present in her own body. She just had no control over herself at all.
The body of Saito threw off the blankets. Smiled at the devil that had ensnared her.
Hinotama took off her head-dress and ran clawed fingers through the hair revealed to her for the first time.
“Saito, I’d like to show you how grateful I am that you saved me. May, I do that, Saito?”
Every time the devil-girl said her name it seemed to echo hauntingly around the hut. But she wasn’t speaking to Saito. Saito could hear, but it was the intruding force that had seized her that was being addressed.
That force rolled Saito’s body onto its back. Used her hands to start to pull up her skirts.
“Oh, lord knight, yes!” The voice that came out of Saito’s mouth sounded nothing like her. “I’ve longed for you so much!”
Hinotama made a little cackle as she slid into the bed with Saito. Oh, the beast had gifted this daughter of his with such terrible beauty. Her lithe body, her shapely breasts, her lovely face. And Saito’s body had been surrendered to her now, to do with as she pleased. Saito was unable to protest, and found herself only anticipating as those amber lips drew ever closer to her own.
The whole length of Hinotama’s body pressed against Saito’s as they kissed. Heat radiated from the devil-girl, the consuming heat of desire. There was a malign intent to her kiss. An insatiable hunger. After traces of whisky, her lips tasted, of course, of honey. Sweet and sticky. Saito’s body responded by pressing into the kiss, and deep inside herself Saito trembled for fear she would have struggled not to do the same.
Hinotama’s slim tongue snaked into Saito’s mouth. Its forked tip tickled around the inside of it. The hot weight of the body of the tainted was pressing down onto her. She ground her hips against Saito, who could feel that ready cock rubbing against her through her clothes. The response from the force in command of her was unequivocal. It wanted it. Needed it. Wanted to feel that thing inside.
Saito herself had given up fighting to regain control. She did not know how to. Besides, she was consumed by the taste filling her mouth, as Hinotama deployed her long tongue, more and more of it slipping in, along with thick, sweet devilish saliva; and that tongue wrapped around and around her own, trapping it and squeezing it, asserting the power over her that the devil-girl had claimed.
Her possessed hand moved, pushing down between the two of them, grasping the shaft of Hinotama’s cock and squeezing to express the want it couldn’t voice. Feeling it, Hinotama growled into her mouth, and Saito’s own breath hitched. She had no control at all, but did that mean that she was any less lost in pleasure, in the heat of that hot mouth, that tongue, the heavy sweetness of the kiss. The devil-girl’s lips massaged hers with an intensity Saito had never experienced before. Her mind was propelled back to some of her experiences before she took her vows — and, she admitted to herself, from some moments when her commitments made in faith had slipped — and none of them came close to the fire that she was feeling now, before the work of the tainted had even begun. Truly the beast had made her fair to look upon, but it proved her embrace was yet more dire.
Saito felt something pointed poke into her foot. Something slipped round her left ankle. Hinotama’s tail! The prehensile appendage coiled around it, showing remarkable strength as it lifted it up, parting Saito’s legs further. Exposing her.
Hinotama shifted her weight on top of Saito, and her hand sought down between Saito’s thighs. And then her mouth left Saito’s, and her lips were licking along the length of Saito’s neck, and the touch of her teeth teased her skin, and it was like the devil-girl knew Saito’s body better than she did herself. The air in her lungs fled from her in a gasp. Saito couldn’t deny her own arousal, that this monster had put upon her, but it was leavened with terror; the same was not true for her possessing spirit, which contorted her face into a smile looking up longingly at her assailant, who now reared up over her.
“You’re so beautiful, Saito,” Hinotama purred. “I knew you wanted me.”
Mocking words. She knew what she’d done! But Saito couldn’t protest as she was rolled a little onto her side, her leg raised high now. Her body only panted like a slut as Hinotama’s fingers played with her, teasing and probing around her entrance. Saito’s hands gripped the blankets. Her heart beat faster. A shudder ran through her. This was real. This was going to happen. She couldn’t stop it… Oh, she knew this could mark the beginning of her descent, but she couldn’t stop herself from joining the spirit puppeteering her in longing, longing so desperately, longing to feel what it would be like when Hinotama took her.
“Please,” her voice moaned. “Oh, please… I want it so much.”
Her hips pushed up, eager for those wicked digits to sink deeper. She needed it. That tongue, that mouth, those fingers. Already driving her mad. How would that cock feel?
It didn’t seem that Hinotama would make her wait too long to find out. She took her hand away, wiggling dripping fingers in front of Saito’s face. Her head snapped upwards, tongue extended to lick her own fluids from those clawed hands. Hinotama let Saito suck her fingers clean, expressing her longing, even as the tainted’s other hand was guiding her cock to its target. Saito’s eyes widened as she felt the tip press against her opening.
“Sssaitooo?” Hinotama’s teasing voice descended. “Are you ready…?”
“Yes!” came the instant reply. “Fuck me!”
The monster! Saito thought. To ask for her permission when her devilish powers had denied her any capacity to refuse! Even were she in her right mind, what woman could retain self-control in the face of such a creature, with such command over sensation and lust? Saito feared that, even could she regain control, she would only find herself shouting in her own voice, willing, wanting, demanding, needing, pleading for Hinotama to do the unthinkable, to violate her, to take her. Lust had claimed her and now she was lost in it.
“That’s good,” Hinotama said, her cock poised at Saito’s sex. She grinned, flashed her fang-teeth. “So good to be wanted.”
Hinotama pushed forward with her hips. It was such an easy, graceful motion. But Saito had never been so excited, her cunt never so wet: that relaxed, effortless movement slid Hinotama’s cock deep into her. All the way into her. The invasion of her body should not be so satisfying; the way the thick cock spread her open, settled deep inside, felt so right. Saito’s eyes screwed shut tight. She bit her lip, groaning. No, not right. It felt too good for that. Buried inside her body. This sensation could never be normal. It was propulsive. Such a rush, so immense. A physical imitation of the transportation only accessing the divine could truly grant. But she could still perceive the difference. She could still–
Hinotama started to move. Saito’s eyes flew wide open. That feeling within her, moving smoothly inside, sliding back and forth. So thick, so hard, so perfect… It overwhelmed her. When her voice cried out, she could no longer be sure whether it was that possessing spirit or her own self that impelled it.
Her left leg rested up on Hinotama’s shoulder. Saito could hear herself panting, loud and fast. Hinotama plunged in again. Held herself there for a long time, grinning down at her partner. Then she thrust again. Again. Saito couldn’t believe how much her body craved this. Hinotama’s hands had deftly found their way under her clothes and were squeezing her chest. Too intense. Saito stared up and marvelled at the body of her beautiful lover, watching her body roll as she did what she was built to do. It felt like this could go on forever, but no: this was false, this was deceit. No mortal pleasure could last, least of all one of this tainted intensity.
Saito twisted and moaned on the bed as Hinotama took her. How quickly her cunt had been transformed from a secured, forbidden slit to an eager cock-swallowing ring. It squeezed tight around the invading cock, but the pull of her muscles did nothing to affect the rhythm with which Hinotama fucked. Over and over. Back and forth. Such power, but she moved with sinuous, controlled grace. Saito was mesmerised by the sight of her. With quivering hands, she reached out towards that extraordinary body, but Hinotama hissed with her tongue and easily batted them away. She grabbed Saito’s wrists and held them down, leaning closer. Pushing in harder. Harder.
“Come,” Hinotama commanded.
The order reverberated through Saito. Her cunt pulsed and clenched and bathed the cock pumping inside it. Hinotama growled. Her tongue flickered through the air like she was tasting it. The steady movement of her hips never ceased. Saito’s whole body shook as the extended after-effects of her orgasm still rolled through her. Her vision kept flashing crimson. She was dizzy and lightheaded. Hinotama turned her head and her tongue tickled along Saito’s calf where her tail still held it up and the unexpected sensation threw her into another climax, like an after-shock, if one could be twice as strong as the initial quake.
“Ahh!” Saito wailed. Was that her? At some point, the distinction between her and the spirit the devil-girl’s stare had set into her had begun to break down. And since the orgasm… She strained for control and found nothing stopping her now. Except: when she tried to move her hands Hinotama kept them firmly held down. She was strong and there was no shifting her weight. Calmly, continually, Hinotama’s cock plundered her insides.
Saito strained for words. To ask her to stop. But that wasn’t what she said. “Don’t stop! It’s… so good!”
Hinotama’s teeth nipped at her leg. Saito yelped. What was wrong? Had that insidious force worked its way in so deep she could no longer perceive its influence? Oh, she could never be the same after this!
The cock inside her was still pumping. Hard and deep as ever. Hinotama never lost her rhythm, never slackened her pace. She didn’t stop. She fucked Saito with practised ease. Saito was just trying to catch her breath. She was still so sensitive and it felt so good. She’d never felt anything like this. Her body trembled and she came again, squirming for freedom beneath her partner and feeling relieved excitement when it was denied her. She was pinned down, helpless under her unrelenting ravager.
Hinotama licked her lips and grinned. She was revelling in her own pleasure, and her power to make Saito experience bliss. Hinotama increased her pace and force. Cock hammering in and out now, the furious fucking sent Saito tumbling over the edge once more. Unrolled, the devil-girl’s tongue hung out of her mouth, sweet, thick saliva dripping from her lips. Her face was bright, her skin glistening with sweat. Saito could not look away.
Another climax rolled through her. Felt so good. It didn’t stop now. Saito’s whole body shook, her legs twitched. As she spasmed she let out a cry, deep and throaty, a sound unlike any she’d even imagined she could make. Over her, Hinotama was arching back now, her eyes closed, holding in deep now for a moment after every straining thrust. She started to make long, loud groans each time she drove her cock in. Slick sounds as she pounded into Saito’s soaking, oozing cunt.
At last Hinotama threw back her head and let out an unearthly shriek. In a city it would have woken an entire neighbourhood. She arched her spine and drove her hips forward harder and faster. Saito felt her body go limp and spent, drained by her long chain of orgasms, only able to lie there and receive her lover’s assault as the tainted strained for her own peak. Hinotama continued to buck into her, that shriek stretching on and on before contorting and distorting into a low moan of relief and satiation. Her thrusts slowed, and Saito could feel that big cock throb and pulse inside her.
The devil’s seed. The devil’s seed was in her now.
As the astonishing sounds she was making began to diminish, Hinotama calmed, leaning forward again and looking down at Saito. Her tail released Saito’s ankle, and her leg dropped to the bed, numb. Rolling her onto her back, she started to pull the remaining garments off Saito’s body, and Saito helped her do it. The cold was no concern: the fire was still going, but why would she even need that when there was the furnace heat of the devil-girl’s body against hers, inside hers?
When Saito was stripped, Hinotama lowered her own upper body down to press close against her. Her lips claimed Saito’s and renewed the kiss which had begun all this. Their tongues tangled and Saito moaned into Hinotama, her mind spinning, her heart thudding in her chest.
When the kiss broke, she began to say, “That was–”
But a clawed finger pressed her lips shut.
“We’re not done, sweet.”
Hinotama had never stopped moving inside her, just slowed to a gentle humping. Her cock had never lost its hardness. And now she intensified her thrusts again. As Hinotama’s honeyed lips met hers again, Saito found that her own energies were renewed too. It had to be the vile influence of that devil’s seed, but she didn’t care. She wrapped her legs around Hinotama’s waist and pulled her in as tight as she could, making the devil-girl strain each time to withdraw that cock from the refuge it belonged in now.
They were so close this time. Even more intimate. The hot naked flesh of Hinotama pressing now against the bared skin of Saito’s torso. Saito wanted to hear Hinotama scream again. She wanted to be taken into the sky by those wings and ravaged while they flew through the air. She desired nothing but the rapture and ecstasy of being taken by this demon. She’d been made to love it. To crave it. The ungodly seed that her body had greedily sucked up had been the last straw.
Hinotama released her wrists at last, and Saito buried her hands in the devil-girl’s black hair, holding her into the ever-deepening kiss. Each time another slow thrust came down onto her, into her, Saito encouraged the thrust, tightening the grip of her enfolding legs, urging that cock in harder, locking it in deeper.
In Saito’s mouth, Hinotama’s slim tongue changed, swelling, thickening until it made her open her jaw wide for it. The thick weight of this engorged tongue filled her mouth: nothing but a tasty treat for Saito, who sucked adoringly on its sweetness. Hinotama’s own fingers dug into Saito’s hips, leveraging the long slow strokes with which she fucked her.
Saito’s pleasure built and built. Not the surging intensity of before, but deep sensations of abiding bliss as Hinotama’s weight burned atop her, as her shaft moved in her, as she showed Saito what her body could feel, what it could be.
By chance, Saito’s fingers brushed against one of the stubby little horns on Hinotama’s head. The glancing touch provoked an instant change in the devil-girl. Her eyes flared brighter; her claws tore up Saito’s flanks; and she began to pound into Saito with a frenzy, more violently than ever before.
The burst of passion faded as soon as it arose. But Saito liked it. She wanted more. This time with deliberation, she took each horn between a thumb and forefinger and started to stroke and squeeze them methodically. It made Hinotama rampant. Hard, fast thrusts; eyes wild and feral. Her tongue swelled further, muffling Saito’s sounds of surprise as its tip slithered into her throat.
Saito didn’t cease stimulating those delicate nubs, provoking Hinotama to take her, use her with furious hunger and desire. Like her tongue, her cock too seemed to grow. Longer, thicker. Saito’s body convulsed as her long-building climax struck her. Her legs slumped back down to the bed and she felt powerless to do anything — except keep up her insistent stroking on Hinotama’s sensitive horns.
The kiss broke suddenly, Hinotama’s tongue popping free with a wet smack. The bloated muscle protruding from her mouth made her look even more inhuman, and it distorted her cry as she threw back her head again amid her climax. Hinotama’s body shuddered and vibrated through her orgasm, hips pistoning against Saito’s in frantic thrusts that pumped Saito full.
When she was done, she pried Saito’s hands off her horns, tugged her cock free and rolled off Saito’s body with an agonised gasp, exhausted.
But not spent. A touch of Saito’s fingers confirmed that she was still as hard as ever.
Saito wanted something. And there was nothing left in her to restrain her carnal demands. That second load of devil’s seed had surely seen to that. She slipped from the bed and padded around the lodge on numbed legs, until she found a lamp, which she lit and brought back with her. She wanted to see Hinotama better.
The devil-girl lay on her back among the disturbed blankets, eyes half-closed, but not containing their light. She took deep breaths which made her whole upper body expand and contract like a bellows. Her azure skin gleamed with sweat. Saito paused to admire the muscular, knightly physique she’d been unable to prevent herself from speculating about since meeting the tainted. But Saito’s eyes were inevitably draw to her cock, which remained rock-hard, pointing proudly up.
Setting the lamp down, Saito climbed onto bed, squatting next to Hinotama. She had only one object in mind. She’d fallen. She’d been taken. There was no cause to hold back now. She grabbed the cock in one hand, marvelling at its firmness, then bent down and licked it. Even before she took her vows she’d never done anything nearly so shameless. The taste was strange. The flesh itself was very tangy, but it was hard to discern when it was covered with sweet devil’s seed and a thick layer of… of her own fluids. In any case, Saito wanted more. She put both hands around it, felt it throb in her grasp, and set about licking the cock clean.
Soon Saito succumbed to the temptation of opening her mouth wide and trying to fit the head of it in. The heat of it made it difficult more than the size, but it felt better once she had her lips around it. As soon as she did, Hinotama stirred. A leg hooked around Saito’s neck. She glanced up to see Hinotama sitting up, eyes open and looking right at her. She said nothing, but Saito knew the devil-girl wasn’t going to let her take her cock out of her mouth until she’d made her come again.
Saito was nothing but happy to comply with her wish. Saito sucked Hinotama’s cock greedily, indulgently. She kept making lewd slurping noises and wasn’t sure if she was meant to be so loud, but she didn’t care. While she sucked Hinotama’s cock, she explored the rest of her body, enjoying the soft smoothness of her thighs and the round firmness of her ass. Past the base of her cock, Saito’s fingers found Hinotama’s own slit, where yellow flesh hid behind black lips, and from which came a searing heat!
She gasped around the cock and tried to pull her hand back, surprised by the intense sensation, but Hinotama’s hand had caught her wrist again and held it in place. Her other hand came to rest on the back of Saito’s head, gently pressing it down.
“I want to feel your fingers in me, Saito,” Hinotama purred. “I don’t care if you burn.”
Saito knew she could only submit to the devilish lover who had claimed her. She lowered her head and hard cock filled her mouth. As she slid two fingers into Hinotama’s snatch, the heat was unbearable and she wouldn’t have been able to do it without Hinotama’s unrelenting grip forcing her. But before she could panic, the sensation passed. She could still feel that intense heat, but it wasn’t burning her. It was hot, wet and tight. She knew she didn’t have to worry about hurting the devil-girl, so Saito rammed her fingers in hard.
Hinotama moaned and let her head fall back. She released her grip on Saito’s head and wrist and just let her willing partner work, only keeping her close with the leg hooked around her neck. In no time at all, Saito had her fingers buried to the last knuckles and began moving them in and out faster and faster. Hinotama was moaning and growling incoherently, her upper body thrashing as she clutched her breasts and scratched her own flesh. On her cock, Saito’s head bobbed just as enthusiastically, her tongue flicking across the head. Hinotama rocked her hips against Saito’s face, letting her know how much she loved that. Saito sucked harder, taking the cock deeper, so devotedly as if she’d found a new purpose in life.
It wasn’t long before Saito was swallowing down a new flood of devil’s seed, while scalding treacly fluid soaked her fingers.
The moment she came, Hinotama’s thrashing ceased and as soon as her paired climaxes ended — while Saito was still struggling to gulp down her cum — she was moving, getting up and laying her hands on Saito, moving and turning her surprised but cooperative body.
Saito was positioned on her hands and knees, plenty of blankets beneath to support her. She turned her head to see Hinotama moving up behind her, unyielding cock in her hand as she eyed Saito’s rear.
“Are you going to take my ass?” Saito found herself asking.
“Not yet.” Hinotama said simply. Then met her gaze and grinned. “Not until you’re pining for it.”
Saito should have quailed in horror; but she smiled back. She imagined her face to be a mirror of the devil-girl’s.
“Be rougher with me this time,” came Saito’s words. “Hurt me. I want it.”
Hinotama laughed. “Like I said, it’s always those who fear us who can’t get enough. You’re a slut.”
Saito didn’t have it in her to deny it, and then Hinotama was grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. As a hand slapped across her butt, Saito surrendered to the devil-girl again and prepared to experience her strength.
***
Three nights and days passed before the weather turned. Three nights and days in which they hardly left the bed or one another’s embrace, except to feed the riding dogs when they heard their restless howls.
Hinotama and Saito themselves hardly ate: Saito found herself sustained by the fluids Hinotama pumped into her, again and again, while the devil-girl told her that she could subsist on the feelings of desire alone and that Saito made for a fine feast. They did get through a considerable amount of the whisky though.
Quite inexhaustible, Hinotama had fucked and fucked, moving Saito through position after position until they all became familiar to her and she hardly remembered doing anything else with her body. It hadn’t been long at all before Saito’s ass had been taken, and soon that went from being an intense new experience to another of the regular familiar pleasures among which they rotated in their ceaseless coupling.
But Hinotama’s desires were not limited to sheathing her cock in Saito’s holes. After a long spell spent with her head between Saito’s thighs, the devil-girl had got up and begun to rummage through her pack, while Saito watched from the bed, feeling bereft without the fierce heat of her lover’s body against hers.
It had taken an inordinately long time for Saito to figure out what the object Hinotama presented her with was, and then she didn’t quite want to admit it, but once Hinotama had fastened it around Saito’s body, she could hardly deny the nature of the faux-cock she now sported, even larger than Hinotama’s endowment! She felt foolish, but soon discarded that feeling as Hinotama dropped and got her mouth round it, looking up at Saito like a begging bitch as she slid down and down until the strap-on had sunk deep into her throat.
She wondered whether it was her imagination or some remarkable feature of the toy that she thought she felt some sensation through it, but as she watched Hinotama’s efforts to lubricate it with her saliva, Saito was certainly enjoying it! Before long she had the pleasure of watching Hinotama obeying her instructions and offering herself, of mounting the tainted from behind and spearing into her ass. The sounds the devil-girl made when she was penetrated were somehow even more intense and feral than they had been to that point.
Saito could hardly recall all the other games they’d played. The needs they’d satisfied on each other. But this morning the wind had changed, the sun had re-emerged and the way was clear. They were packed and dressed, about to saddle the dogs.
At the door between the main room and the stable area, they drew close to each other. As one, they first met each other’s eyes and then looked back towards the bed.
“Just quickly,” one of them said.
“Once more before we go,” agreed the other.
With that they propelled themselves back to the bed, discarding layers of clothes along the way. Once naked, Saito bent over the side of it, reaching back to part her buttocks and show Hinotama where she wanted her. Immediately there was a hand on the back of her neck holding her down and a cock impaling her ass that forced a high yell out of her.
Yet the quick rough fuck that followed wasn’t quite enough for her. When it was done, Saito slid off the bed and searched around frantically with mouth and hands to show her appreciation, gasping with relief when Hinotama presented the cock that she was soon plunging down Saito’s throat.
A taste only stimulated and renewed desire though, and soon Saito was dragging a far-from-unwilling Hinotama back into bed, pushing her head down between her legs and bidding her work her magic with that extraordinary tongue.
By the time that Hinotama, in response to Saito’s urgent whisper, was tearing through her pack, scattering her belongings across the floor, in search of the strap-on, it had become clear to both that they were not going anywhere that day after all.
***
Following another intense night, on the next day the two got a little further.
In truth, it was an even finer day to be departing. The day was so bright and warm that much of the sudden snow had melted. It was like the storm had never been.
Riding alongside one another, it was not far until they topped the next crest, from which they could look down at how the pass descended to the southern lands beyond.
While they paused and shared the sight, they happened to catch each other’s eyes: and that was that.
Saito slid off her mount and dropped straight to her knees, mouth opening and panting for the cock that Hinotama hastened to free, struggling with buttons. Getting sucked off wasn’t quite enough for Hinotama, who held Saito in place after she came and went straight into a second deeper round, fucking Saito’s throat. After that, Saito turned and leaned resting her weight against her mount, lifting her skirts. The great beast sat uncomplaining as the two coupled, the devil-girl taking Saito from behind.
After that, the two managed to tear away from one another and remount. But Saito knew they would hardly be able to control themselves for long. This was bound to slow their journey down. She had considered it important, once. There could be other problems:
“We’ll have to be careful,” said Saito. “We’ll be back down into peopled lands soon.”
“Are you sure you won’t want to be caught?” Hinotama taunted.
Saito didn’t know. But she did know that she’d been changed completely. She remembered being loyal and good. Godly. Though she supposed it must all have been a façade, even if she’d known it not, for if it had been real she would surely have had the power to resist. Now? Now she knew she would hide, lie, cheat and deceive. She’d do whatever she had to to find more moments in which to disport with her lover. Her devil-girl. Her succubus. On some level, she knew that the passion they shared — even though it was a thrilling emotion on which she still floated even now — was just a sham: a cheap imitation of higher righteous feelings. That imitation would decay and rot as the divine never did. Would drag her down and leave her abject. But there was nothing to be done: that was her course now. She’d been taken. She was lost.
Saito had fallen to the beast.