Chapter 15 - The Return (futa, ff, mf, gang, f-beast)

Author's Note:
It's been awhile since I posted a chapter.  Got burnt out of writing I guess, but I managed to finish this one finally.  I had lots of plans for this story, but the main storyline is coming to an end.  Afterwards will probably be more one-shots involving some things I promised previously.  As an aside, a few pictures of Ashwynn are new and floating around out there.  Particularly from Markdaysaid and Reinbach.  All the thanks to them; go give the money like I do.

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*Hey, Ash!  Busy at the parents, forgot to tell the headmaster.  Don't worry about me. - Cynthia*

Ashwynn peered through her amber sunglasses at the text message.  Something just didn't seem right about it.  She'd read it a dozen times -- it did not sound like Cynthia at all.

"You worry too much," Roxie said as she sipped her vodka tonic.  It was a surprisingly pleasant Saturday and the two were lounging on the roof of Ashwynn's apartment.  The Devil's Corner was lax in sunbathing spots, the grungy streets and alleys more fit for catching hepatitis C than sunlight.  The two bikini-wearing beauties sat on a pair of plastic beach chairs, looking over the rooftops of the Devil's Corner.  From such a perch, one could see Old Liberty's more Gothic architecture rising nearby.  Beyond that were the more modern sky rises of Upper Strickland and the massive skyscrapers of Empire Central above them.

"Maybe," Ashwynn murmured.  The buxom redhead put her phone down, her large and impressive bust shifting slightly with the maneuver.  "Still, something's off."

Roxie shrugged, replying, "Stop stressing.  We'll meet up with her tomorrow and you'll see."

The demon hunter eyed her partner with mild frustration.  "I feel like those new big tits of yours have dulled your senses."  Not that Ash minded the eye candy.  Roxie's pale body was only enhanced by her magical boob job, from a B to a nice solid D cup.  Where Ashwynn was the voluptuous massive breasted sexpot, she was quite complimented by the pale raven-haired man-hater.  Of course, there was the issue of the magical curse that gave Rox a cock when she wanted (or was it a boon?). 

"You've always had big boobs, so what's that say about you?" shot back Roxie.

Ignoring her, Ashwynn laid back in her lounge chair.  Business had been slow, with little to no news out of the Devil's Corner for weeks.  No bloody murders, no mysterious disappearances -- hell, the Corner's crime rate was lower than the rest of Empire City.  Ash could barely remember the last time her life was threatened.  Not surprisingly perhaps her sex life had suffered too.  Still, she knew some great evil was hovering over the horizon...and the boredom of waiting for it was mind-numbing.

Fortunately, Ashwynn had an idea of someone who knew what evil had befallen the city.  Her reckoning with Nyxiandra, her succubus nemesis, had been a long time coming.

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Sin stood silently as she looked out from the balcony of her room in Lilith's fortress.  She was still grasping the fact that she was in another plane of existence -- not just any, but Hell itself.  Beneath her were vast chasms and canyons from which she could hear the screaming souls of the damned writhing in torment.  A blood red sun shone over the sky over head, illuminating the valley that was the Demon Queen's realm.

Cynthia Reynolds was no more.  The meek little ginger girl was gone forever, her soul blackened by Lilith's dark spell.  An evil grin spread across her face as she remembered what she once was, marveling at how foolish she must've been to have blindly looked up to the Enclave and Ashwynn.  She was so much more powerful now, unimaginable magical power surging through her veins.  The Demon Queen had trained her well -- what felt like weeks in Lilith's realm were mere days in the world above.

Magic.  What she once thought was fanciful, she now found to be true.  She'd always heard stories of witches and warlocks -- she even dabbled in a little divination herself.  But Lilith taught her the true power that she held within her fingertips.  If she wanted to conjure a massive ball of fire to incinerate her enemies, it only took a flick of her fingers.  If a horde of demons at her beck and call was needed, twist of the hand.  And if she just wanted to paralyze someone with orgasmic energy, she could do that too.

She could feel Lilith's presence as she stepped onto the balcony.  Sin didn't know if it was just her commanding and indomitable will she radiated, or if she actually was surrounded by a magical aura.  Perhaps it was a bit of both.  She was easily the second most powerful being in Hell, only behind Lucifer himself.  Such dominance rested on immense reserves of magical power, in addition to her legions of demon and human followers.  Even her physical strength was near unmatched.  Syn knew she had much to learn from her.

"Time to prove yourself, Sin," Lilith crooned.  She laid a hand on Sin's shoulder, not in a comforting but more in a commanding fashion.  "Time to show me what you truly are."

Sin's face was stoic.  Absent was the scared little schoolgirl, replaced by a hardened woman.  "Do you want me to kill Ashwynn?"

Lilith laughed, the sound lacking completely in any sense of humor but rather malicious with every bark.  "My, aren't you a go-getter...but no.  Not yet, my little viper," she replied.

"If she is such a thorn in your side, why wait?" There was a time that Cynthia considered Ashwynn a role model, both in her skills at demon hunting and her strong sexuality.  But now she only felt contempt.  Ashwynn was a foolish whore, saved only by the demon blood that ran through her veins.  That she was ignorant to her such obvious heritage was just confirmation of her stupidity.

"Do you know what true power is, girl?"  Lilith's voice turned cold, the facade of warmth in it disappearing.  "It's not simply defeating or even destroying your enemies.  It's toying them, teasing them, perhaps even losing to them a few times to give them the faint hope of victory.  Then after all that, show them that their failure was inevitable.  Only then...you may take all that they have."

"Then what would you have me do, my Queen?" Sin replied.

---

"Guys, I'm not sure this is such a good idea," chimed a perky yet somewhat nervous voice.  Ash wasn't sure why Roxie had brought her little blonde fucktoy Kaylee along, useless as she was in matters of the supernatural.  "I mean, didn't she beat you guys pretty easily last time?"

"She did NOT beat me," shot back Ashwynn, the buxom redhead roughly laying down a circle of nephalem ash in the center of her living room.  "She used me and was lucky that I didn't take her head!"

Kaylee replied, with honest confusion,  "But...didn't she knock you out?  And then...weren't you fucked by a bunch of demons.  Then didn't she give Roxie a cock and then they both fucked you?  And then didn't you kill a boss demon for her?  ...And then didn't she strand you in the middle of that church naked?"

Ashwynn's face darkened with anger as she glanced at Roxie.  "Told her everything, did you?  While you were off getting your tits bigger, I guess."

The goth girl wilted at Ash's rebuke, before turning to Kaylee.  "You're going to pay for that later," she shot at her blonde roommate.  "And by that, I mean your ass is going to pay.  Literally."  She continued to light the candles around the circle as Kaylee shrunk back into the corner of the room.  Mind you, she was happy with how her new magically enhanced breasts looked.

The plan was simple: summon Nyxiandra using a locket of her hair found by Max, trap her in the circle of nephalem ash and make her talk.  After that, Ash wasn't sure what she planned to do with the demon, though she knew that she couldn't let her live.

"If anyone has any better ideas, I'd be happy to hear them," Ash replied sharply, as she filled a glass with lamb's blood.  She'd wanted to kick the shit out of Nyx for a while now, and this seemed as good of a reason as any other.  She gingerly poured the lamb's blood around the circle, the sanguine fluid mixing with ash.  Finally, she placed the locket of hair in the center of the summoning ring.  Opening up her spellbook, an old dusty tome that rarely saw the light of day given her very rudimentary skills, Ashwynn slowly began uttering the incantation.

*"Et vocavi vos, de imis abyssi in medio ignis inferna quaeram tibi, facies mihi, et Nyxiandra veni foras!"*

The shadows in the room seemed to lengthen as she finished the words, the candlelight flickering from an unseen wind.  Smoke rose from the ground inside the circle, the sulfurous fumes causing Roxie and Kaylee to hack and cough.  The smell of sulfur never bothered Ashwynn; in fact she quite enjoyed it and was at home with the odor as any demon.  As the girls retreated behind her, Ashwynn stood strong and steely-eyed as she waited.  She held a shotgun in her hands as this would be no pleasant dialogue.

With a bolt and a flash, the succubus supreme Nyxiandra appeared in the center of the circle.  Ashwynn had to begrudgingly admit that the horned succubus was as beautiful as ever.  Her copper tanned skin shimmered in the candlelight, putting her taut muscles and lean body in relief.  Plus, Ash had to acknowledge her fantastic rack.  She had a knowing look on her face, as if she knew that she'd be summoned.

"I don't really have time for this," Nyx opened in mock annoyance.  "As nice as it is to always play with you."

"Where is Cynthia?!" shouted Ashwynn.  She found herself without any patience for the succubus.  She was to be her plaything no longer, hands gripping her shotgun tightly.

"Who?" replied Nyx innocently.  "But seriously, I've got more important things to do so I'll make this quick and pleasurable."  She waved her hand, a massive pulse of sexual energy radiated from her.  

It was as if succubus cell in her body flexed at once, emanating enough lust for a grasshopper to try and fuck a cow.  Roxie and Kaylee staggered, even as they were hiding in the hallway.  Formerly terrified for their lives, the two suddenly had no thoughts but ravenously fucking each other.  Their clothes were torn off in seconds as they began to kiss passionately.

Ashwynn felt the energy pass over her, her knees weakening.  Yet she was not having any of it today.  She radiated a heat of her own, one of rage mixed with purpose.  She leveled her gun at the succubus, who was staring at her in unabashed amazement.  "Not today, witch," Ashwynn said.  "Today you tell me where she is...and then maybe I'll let you live.  Otherwise, only one of us is making it out of here."

The playful smirk was gone from Nyxiandra's face.  Her claws were sharp and she was no stranger to warfare.  "So be it.  The hard way," she said through gritted teeth.  With a terrifying and unnatural shriek, she lunged at the demon hunter with razor claws out-stretched.

---

Roxie leaned back against the wall, her seven inch cock jutting out at Kaylee.  Her hands gripped at the soft blonde hair of her companion as she felt her warm mouth envelop her.  Her gentle hands worked the shaft as she bobbed on her.  A lesser woman would have struggled with the size of Roxie's futa member, but this was not Kaylee's first go-around.  Rox couldn't help but press her lips down a bit on her lap.

"Fuck, Roxie!" Kaylee gasped as she pried her mouth off of the large member in front of her.  "Be gentle!"  Her protestation was punctuated by the sounds of battle next door with cabinetry crashing down in the kitchen.  Yet the succubus's magic overwhelmed all sense of reason in them, pushing them on.  Kaylee suckled on one of Roxie's big testicles, popping it into her mouth as her lover groaned in appreciation.  "Mmm, I like it when you summon these big balls for me to play with," she whispered huskily at Roxie.  Leaning back down, she ran the end of her tongue along the base of her shaft to the tip, sending a tingle up Roxie's spine.

"Stop teasing!" hissed Roxie.  She pulled Kaylee to her feet, the little girl yelping in surprise.  The raven hair woman pressed her companion against the wall and with one quick thrust slammed her length into the soft folds of the blonde's pussy.  Kaylee's body straightened from the sudden shock.

"AIEEE!" Kaylee yelped as she was impaled, unprepared for Roxie's steel-hard dock.  "Fuck, you're so hard right now!"

With one hand Roxie steadied herself on Kaylee's hips while the other grasped at the soft flesh of her breast.  She rutted into her with only thoughts of her own pleasure, the force of each thrust smacking Kaylee against the wall.  The wall itself creaked and groaned as Roxie ruthlessly fucked her girlfriend.  By the way that the blonde clamped down on her own moans of pleasure, Rox figured she didn't mind so much.

She weaved her left hand into Kay's blonde hair, before yanking back.  The young college coed howled in pain, but it gave Roxie better leverage as she slammed into her.  The succubus's energy drove them mad with lust -- the two girls happily and hungrily fucked even as Ashwynn was locked in a life and death struggle just one thin wall over.  Rox's orgasm was fast approaching, as she pistoned her thick cock into Kay's lovely cunt.  She burst inside of her, coating her walls with hot cum.

---

Meanwhile, Ashwynn and Nyx's combat had reached its own climax.  The apartment was mostly wrecked at this point.  The sofa was cut to pieces, with the cotton lining strewn about the floor.  Chopped up wooden furniture was scattered between the combatants.  Somehow the TV was smashed inside the refrigerator.  The two women had fought unconcerned with their surroundings.

And surprisingly it was Ashwynn that was the one left standing.

"My, my," Nyxiandra said breathlessly as Ashwynn leveled her blade at her throat.  "I see what my Master sees in you!"

Ashwynn gazed back steely-eyed at her nemesis, replying, "What the hell are you talking about?  Are you talking about Lilith?"

"Lilith?" Nyx retorted with exasperation.  "Are you truly so clueless?  Do you wander through life, killing and fucking, without knowing what you are and what destiny has set out for you?"

In reply, Ash pushed the blade's tip a little closer to Nyx's throat, daring her to continue the insults.  "Look, slut, I'm the one that's about five seconds away from sending you straight back to Hell, sans head.  So maybe you should start talking."

Nyxiandra smirked, as if amused by Ash's ignorance.  "You've never wondered how you can outfight, outsex and outlive every foe you've faced?  Did you think that you were just well-trained or perhaps that you were somehow blessed by the most amazing case of luck known to this world?"  She paused for dramatic effect.  "You're a demon, you idiot!"

"What?!" Ash shouted, taken aback by the sudden realization of something she should've known from the start of this story.

"Well...half-demon," Nyx corrected herself.  "The fun half, actually."  Nyxiandra lazily gazed at her fingernails, as if this was an idle piece of gossip.  "The unholy spawn of one Father William Covington and the Archqueen of Hell herself Lilith."

"That can't be true," sputtered Ashwynn.  "William is my adoptive father!  And Lilith?  You are lying to me!"

"People have been lying to you all your life," Nyx replied sinisterly.  "Your friends...your family...but I'm not."

Ashwynn recoiled away from Nyxiandra -- it was as if something was awoken inside her.  She'd felt it before, the rage and the wrath.  In battle and in sex, whenever the danger and pleasure was the highest, she felt the beast inside rise up.  She'd always just thought it part of her nature.  Now she saw it for what it really was - her true demonic nature.

"Now in regards to your pretty little flower Cynthia," Nyx crooned.  "I guess I could tell you where she is.  But I suppose --"  Her words were choked short as Ashwynn was upon her.  Her blade was tossed away as the redhead demon hunter pounced on the unsuspecting succubus, her hands finding her throat.  With both her hands surging with demonic strength, she began to throttle the demoness.  Nyx struggled, her hands pulling at the grip around her neck.  But Ashwynn was far too strong -- the demonic fury in her eyes burned as she watched Nyx sputter.

"You laugh and you sneer," Ashwynn seethed through clenched teeth.  "as you toy with people's lives like playthings."  Her grip tightened as her fury overtook her.  "All the while everything burns down around you.  It's all just so funny, isn't it?  How do you like it now, you little --"

"ASH!" screamed a voice behind her.  It was Roxie, with her little blonde fucktoy cowering behind her.

Ashwynn was jarred awake as her rage abated.  Her hands slackened, dropping Nyx's neck.  The succubus coughed and hacked, writhing on the ground as she crawled away from the enraged half-demon.  There was something that looked almost like fear in the demoness's eyes.  

Ashwynn felt sick in a way that she'd never felt before.  Her hands were shaking.  All she thought about herself was now not.  She didn't know what the demonic blood in her veins meant, but she did know that her prior sense of identity had been shattered.  She was not just some orphaned girl, blessed with a sexy body and a knack for demon killing.  She now knew the truth.  She was a weapon, forged at birth by a demon queen and lied to ever since by her so-called father.  A father who doubtlessly saw her as a powerful ally that could be molded to his whim.  

Ashwynn snarled in a very inhuman kind of way as she grabbed Nyxiandra by the ankle.  As yanked the succubus pulled her back towards her, she shouted,  "WHERE IS CYNTHIA?!"

---

Amongst the sewers and tunnels lived the majority of the city's homeless population.  Veritable slum towns cropped up in the darker areas of the underground world, filled with many souls that no one would miss.  It was a good place to hone one's craft, even if that craft was ritual sacrifice.  Of course, few in Empire City cared about such things.  People died in Empire City all the time, especially in places like the Devil's Corner or the dark sewers beneath them.  Sure, sometimes the murders were a little odd at first glance to outsiders.  A heart cut out here, a pair of eyes taken there.  But people just assumed it was normal for the Corner -- perhaps kids up to no good.  Such matters were swept under the rug, no one giving them a second thought.

This is where Ashwynn now found herself, chasing down the last known whereabouts of Cynthia.  She knew she couldn't trust Nyx, but she also had no other leads.  Her line of work meant that she spent much of her time in the sewers, but Nyx's directions led her to a corner of the labyrinth where she'd never been.  She'd heard of dark rumblings in the dark of Empire City's depths of late, dozens of hobos found dead.  They were found in piles, dismembered and hewn beyond recognition.  If Cynthia foolishly decided to investigate on her own...

Maybe she thought it a good exercise for her demon hunting training, Ashwynn thought to herself.  Though Ashwynn would have told her not to do it, she could understand her underling's ambition.  She remembered the feeling, her own first hunts.  She didn't want to read about hunting; she wanted to experience it.  Years ago, she found herself in many an abandoned subway tunnel or catacomb, thirsty for experience.  But Cynthia, though intelligent and gifted, was not Ashwynn, who took abnormally well to the craft.  The redheaded demon hunter was ready for a trap -- sword and pistol hung from her belt while a heavy rifle was slung on her back.

For an hour, Ashwynn followed Nyx's map down the depths of the sewers; for a while she wondered if Nyx was leading her on.  She wouldn't put a bit of juvenile lying past the succubus.  But then she saw the walls of the sewer change, the brick giving way to marble carvings.

"Fucking finally," she muttered to herself.  "What do we have here..."  She illuminated the walls with her flashlight, revealing glyphs and symbols all around her.  She was no longer in any sewer as she saw the hallway lead into a dark room of some sort.  Instinctively, her right hand went to her pistol holster, unsnapping the leather strap.  "Fuck Cynthia, what did you get yourself into?"  Warily, she crossed the threshold into the chamber.

It wasn't a mystical plane or sacrificial chamber that she walked into.  Instead, it was the much more mundane surroundings of a subway station that surrounded the redhead.  Empire City's underground was a labyrinthine maze of tunnels and terminals.  As the decades rolled on, some were abandoned as the contours of the city changed with the rise and fall of the skyscrapers above.  This terminal looked lost for years, the graffiti on the walls much faded and the tracks rusted nearly into dust.  Perhaps more disturbing, however, was the fact that it was lighted.

Torches, dozens of them, lit the terminal.  Obviously not part of the original design, they put forth a dim light that illuminated the station in a weak glow.  At first she thought that the torches were giving the cracked concrete walls of the place its red tinge.  Then she realized that they were covered in blood.

"Well look here, brothers!" barked a gruff and deep voice.  "We have an interloper!"

Ashwynn could only make at their outlines at first, standing tall with wide shoulders.  She could tell they were not human, standing around eight feet tall and built like a freight train.  As they stepped forward along the tracks their horned heads were contrasted against the light. 

"Minotaurs," Ashwynn mumbled to herself.  "Fucking minotaurs."  The bull beasts were Lilith's shocktroopers, hulking monsters that thought only of blood and sex.  

"Yes!  Minotaurs," grunted the lead beast as he vaulted onto the platform, his huge bulk towering over Ashwynn.  She instinctively began stepping back as more and more beasts came into view.  "You've found our lair, I see.  I am called Faust.  What brings the great Ashwynn Covington to our humble abode?"

"I'm looking for a friend of mine," replied Ash, not thinking.  "But I'll settle for killing you."

"Strong words from a tiny girl," replied Faust.  "But you've come on an auspicious day!  Today is the day that we come out from the shadows to wage war on our oppressors above.  Today the Matriarch's will shall be done."

Ashwynn scoffed.  "For a mass of muscles, you sure do talk like a British supervillain."

Faust grunted.  "If our enemies thought that sending you here would delay our plans, they were mistaken.  But..."  The minotaur was now in full view, his gargantuan form dwarfing Ashwynn.  "...for such an auspicious day, we should celebrate!  And you must know how my kind celebrates..."

Ashwynn eyed their growing monstrous members with mild hunger.  But she knew she had a job to do.  "I think I'll still just settle for your heads."  Her back foot planted, standing almost back at the passageway out of the terminal.

"Do you really think you can challenge us?" Faust roared, his cohorts barking with laughter.  The two dozen monster men were armed with all manner of melee weaponry: axes, hammers and clubs.  Slowly they advanced on the redheaded demon hunter, while their leader stayed to the rear.  The air was rank with their stench, a mix of sweat and sulfur.  To them all they saw was another delicious piece of meat in front of them.  But Ashwynn was not defenseless.

In one fluid motion she shouldered her heavy rifle, an heirloom of the Covington family.  Born of ancient battles in the 19th century, its metal was imbued with all manner of papal enchantments while its stock was made of wood taken from a piece of the crucifix on which St. Peter hung.  Its design was a lever action rifle, not out of place in the hands of a Old West cowboy or a hunter.  She aimed down the ghost rings of its sights, ready for battle.

"You threaten us with that toy?" barked Faust, even as he stood at the rear of his minotaurs.  His beasts advanced with quickening pace, weapons aloft.

Ashwynn's rifle thundered -- 405 grain silver tipped bullets ripping into the closest minotaur.  At every bark of her gun, another fell.  The concrete walls of the subway echoed with the sounds of gunfire, intermixed with the battle roars of the beastmen.  After every shot Ashwynn ratcheted the lever, a brass cartridge flung out with a harmonious ping as it clattered across the ground.

But there were too many of them and soon they were upon her.  A heavy mace came swing towards her as she deftly deflected it with her rifle.  Out came her sword, slashing at her attackers.  She drew blood, causing one of the hulks to roar in pain and fall back.  To and fro she swung her blade, parrying and thrusting.  They surrounded her, heavy weapons clashing and smashing the ground around her as she danced over their blows.

She drove her blade to the hilt into one of her attackers, findings his heart.  But as one fell, another took his place.  She knew this was a losing battle, but still she kept fighting.  Perhaps if she could hold them off then she'd be able to make it back to the passageway.  Then maybe--

*CRACK*  Ashwynn staggered as a club hit her in the back of the head.  Momentarily dazed, her guard dropped.  It was all Faust needed to swing his meaty fist, connecting with her jaw.  Darkness blissfully took her.

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The demon huntress stirred as she regained consciousness.  She'd been cracked in the back of the head dozens of times, but never quite so hard.  She thought it was miraculous that her skull wasn't cracked open.  Any other person would've been smashed to bits by a hammer blow from a minotaur.

'Damn it,' she thought to herself.  'Is it that obvious that I'm a half-demon?  How the fuck did I not notice?'  She was in the center of the old subway terminal, on the promenade next to the tracks.  She was naked, stripped to her birthday suit by her captors.  She looked up to see the gang of beastmen crowded around her, their large cocks dangling between their legs.  She stood, head unbent and unbowed.  

Ashwynn's hands were seized by a large black minotaur behind her.  He pulled her outstretched arms over her head, leaving her dangling off the ground.  The surviving minotaurs surrounded her, drooling eagerly as they watched the supple huntress.  Faust edged forward, his massive club of a cock swaying wide as he stepped forward.

"Ooooh, I've been waiting for this for a long time," Faust grunted.  "Your mother is the greatest fuck in all of Hell.  Time to see what her daughter is made of!"

"Fuck!" Ashwynn said in pure annoyance.  "Did everyone know about this except me?"  She pouted when she saw a few knowing nods amongst the circle.

Faust barked a laugh but didn't reply.  He was standing right in front of her, his dick resting gently against the side of her thigh.  He brusquely spread her legs apart with both hands and then with one rough motion pressed himself against Ashwynn's womanhood.  More mace than member, his dick was a full thirteen inches long with a head like a meaty fist.  Few women could handle such a weapon and live.  But as Ashwynn now realized, there was a reason she survived countless demons, werewolves, tentacle monsters and ogre monsters.

"Fuck!" she muttered as her eyes screwed closed.  She felt her cunt lips stretch as he drove forward, hips bucking against her.  She threw her head back involuntarily as her body tried to accommodate the large invader.  She was unmistakably wet, lubricating its passage.  Placing his hands under her knees for leverage, the minotaur captain pumped into her, sending waves of pain and pleasure through her body.  The beast behind her pulled her hands down, now gripping tightly at her biceps with her arms to her side.  She felt the erect cock of the other minotaur sliding up and down the valley of her ass.  She could feel its hot breath on her neck as it leaned forward, its intent unmistakable.  

"FUCKING SHIT!" she yelped as she felt herself penetrated from behind.  The other beast's dick wasn't quite as large as Faust's, perhaps nine inches in length.  But the tight pucker of her ass wasn't used to such girth, each thrust sending shocks of pain up her spine.   The sensation of being doubly pounded by two minotaurs, with their cocks nigh rubbing against each other and two sets of massive testicles slapping against her, was nearly overwhelming.

Ashwynn clenched her jaw, stifling her moans.  She didn't want to give these beasts knowledge of the pleasure she was feeling.  Her breasts flopped up and down with every thrust of Faust's hips, a mesmerizing sight.  Back and forth she was pistoned: ass to pussy, back and forth.  It was as if the two monsters were battling to see who could punch through to the other side first.  Finally she could hold back no more, her mouth agape as she cried out with ecstasy.

"AHH FUCK!!!" she screeched as she came.  Her vision dimmed as she orgasmed harder than she had in months.  The two minotaurs didn't let up, their cocks swelling and balls tightening.  This wasn't an endurance test for them -- they knew that this would only be the first fuck of the night.  Her cunt walls pulsed as she came, every muscle in her body twisting and wrenching.  It was too much for the beasts and as one they climaxed, pumping their seed into her.  White cum washed out of her cunt and asshole, sliding down her ass in a creamy deluge.  Unceremoniously they dropped her to the ground.  She pulled herself onto all fours, panting in a puddle of jizz.  She could hear the satisfied grunts of the minotaurs, while their comrades advanced on her.  They would all want a turn with the feared demon huntress, if not several.

Without a misstep, two more minotaurs seized Ash.  She found herself bent over as another beastly cock pushed into her pussy from behind.  Her arms were pulled back behind her as she was pounded, her sloppy pussy squelching with every rhythmic beat.  Another fleshy member appeared in front of her, pushing itself into her mouth as she struggled to wrap her lips around it.  He didn't wait for her to get comfortable, as the beast drove his cock down her throat.  Now she was railed from both ends, a spit roast in the firelight. 

"Ah, the demon huntress does her best to please her new masters," Faust grunted in his deep voice.  "Even when she sought to kill them a few minutes ago.  So fickle, these half-breeds are."  Ashwynn ignored him, too focused on the pleasure to be had.  She knew it was the demon's blood in her veins that allowed her to enjoy the sex in such dire circumstances -- she didn't care.  Even when she was being throatfucked with a dozen manbeasts jacking off around her.

One of them approached her and let out a roar as he furiously pumped himself, a spray of cum splashing the side of her face.  Then the beast cock down her throat bulged, its owner pressing her mouth down onto him.  It exploded in cum, a stream going down her gullet.  She struggled to guzzle it all down, even while the cock within her pussy thrusted another load into her.  Once again she collapsed into the growing pool of cum.  Strands of cum now matted her hair, with thick globs of it leaking from the edges of her mouth.

Another beast took charge, pushing his fellows out of the way.  Roughly he pushed her onto her back, her breasts bouncing and jiggling.  He knelt down on top of her, pushing her massive boobs together around his cock.  They were so large and magnificent, easily enveloping his large pole.  The cum of his predecessors that layered her chest allowed him to easily slide through the valley of her cleavage, the head of his dick poking against her chin as he fucked her chest.  Craning her head down she opened up, letting the thick head of his cock into her mouth.

She loved the taste of his cock.  Her demonic nature laid bare, she acknowledged the true depths of her own perversity.  Even now when she was being forced into sex by her worst enemies, she enjoyed the sensation of her tongue rippling against the underside of his dick.  Every time it passed her lips, she did her best to make it cum.  She wanted to taste its seed.  She was a half-demon -- she loved sex to the extreme.  Fucking and fighting -- it was everything she lived for.  Was this the life that her 'Father' wanted for her?  Is this what she was molded to be?  Her musings were cut short when another fountain of cum erupted between her lips, spilling down her chin and even a bit up her nose.

It continued for what seemed like hours.  One by one the minotaur warriors took their turns.  Ass, pussy and mouth -- they were all soaked in hot jizz.  Faust himself emptied his balls into her six times.  The concrete ground of the terminal was stained with countless loads.

"What a pleasant distraction," Faust laughed.  His beast minions stood around Ashwynn, black cocks still dripping.  "It's all that you were ever good for, slut."  Barks of laughter rung around her.  "But now we must do our Mistress's bidding.  Empire City shall burn this day.  All that you love shall die!"  He hefted a large axe over his shoulder.  "But you will be dead, I suppose."

"You think so?" Ashwynn seethed quietly.  She was looking at the ground, her fists clenched.  Something was rising in her.  It was dark and it was terrible and it was beautiful.  The minotaurs stepped back instinctively, realizing they were in some sudden and invisible danger.  "I know what I am now, beast.  You should have ended me when you had the chance."

She looked up at them.  Gone were the eyes of emerald green -- they were now red.  But it wasn't the red of her hair or her blood.  It was a red of smoldering embers -- a demonic fire was rising in her.  Lilith was known to be the most ruthless, cruel and evil being on the Hells, perhaps more so than the fallen angel Lucifer.  He was born to Heaven; she was not.

And Ashwynn was her daughter.  There would be no survivors.

----

The murderer made quick work of the Enclave's defenses, with no fewer than nine dead in the church.  But it was Father William who was their target.  His study was pilfered, books torn apart and all the furniture smashed.  However, pillaging and vandalism wasn't the goal of the raid.

Father William lay dead in the center of his study.  His eyes were burned from their sockets.  His revolver was melted into his charred right hand, his body burned with arcane fire.  The room smelt of ashen flesh and hair.  He had put up a fight, but for naught.  He never stood a chance from the fury of his attacker.

Sin stood in the middle of it all.  Cynthia, the plucky little schoolgirl sidekick, was dead.  The Right Hand of Lilith had drawn her first blood...

...and she loved it.