Chapter 1 - Priestess in Peril

Priestess in Peril
 
A quick one-shot for practice. 
 
There had never been a war such as this, not since the dawn of The Second Age. The Talmir, a circle of blood magi, had succeeded in their ritual. 
 
They had brought about the end-times; all throughout the realm tears through reality from the Abyss were appearing. All the demons that had been locked away, banished by men, were spilling forth from their great prisons. The kingdoms of men had no time to mobilize, their scattered armies torn apart by vicious bands of fiends. Those that weren’t killed immediately had been imprisoned; wishing that they had died presumably, as no one ever escaped their clutches. 
 
Small bands of heroes and battered survivors were all that remained, their numbers greatly dwindling by the day. These were truly humanity’s darkest, and perhaps final, hours. 
 
~
 
Elia darted from room to room, imps quickly chasing behind her; all was lost. Her party, people that trusted her, had all been slaughtered mere minutes ago. It had all been her fault. Elia desperately tried to hold back tears, wiping the fresh blood from her face as the deviants pursued her. She was useless now; the gods having abandoned mankind. She had convinced these valiant warriors that her prayers could be of some use, but in reality, she was utterly useless. 
 
The exit couldn’t be far, she had remembered the layout of this place when they were preparing; for all the good that did them. She turned the corner as fast as possible, she could hear the flutter of the tiny devils’ wings on her now. The exit was at the end of the corridor, she had to gather reinfo- 
 
The portcullis was flooded with corpses, other poor souls frantically slaughtered in their attempt to escape. A wrath demon was crouching over their cadavers, picking flesh from the bones of the fallen with it’s sharpened teeth. The demons of the Abyss were twisted aberrations of nature, a hodgepodge of natures beauty; mutilated into abominations. This one was truly vile, but luckily it had not noticed her, yet. Still, Elia was trapped. 
 
There was only one thing to do; do what she always had done. 
 
Elia turned towards the imps, panic on her face; she was still thinking. The imps fluttered but feet away, creatures with the bodies of infants and the heads of jackals. Long dog-like tongues flopped from their mouths, a mixture of blood and saliva pouring out. Each one was wielding some makeshift weapon, a bound shard of rusted metal. Their weapons were flimsily constructed, but still deadly had you no defense. They were cannon fodder; but still troublesome pest. 
 
In one quick motion she removed her holy rosary from her robes; wood beads with a brass pendant on the end. She waved them violently at the beast, trying to produce some sort of ward under her breath; if there were gods, answer her now!
 
Ipsum Loris Dom…
 
These creatures were dim-witted, she could only hope that they had been oblivious to mankind’s plight, unaware of their defenselessness. She was seemingly correct as they had suddenly stopped their advanced. She could not tell whether this was from confusion or anguish, all that matters was that it bought her some time. 
 
Something approached from behind. 
 
She could feel the demon’s deep stench emanating from it’s very being. Its breathing was blowing into the back of her blond hair, strands now blown into her face. 
 
It wrapped its hands around her throat from behind, gnarled digits digging into her fair skin. At least it wasn’t looking her in the face. She frantically attempted to kick behind her, but even as they landed they did nothing to halt the beast. Darkness consumed her vision, her muscles were on fire. Consciousness abandoned her.
 
~
 
Elia awoke to the sounds of lashing, of screaming and cries. She had been dragged from the stronghold, her clothes torn and muddied; everything ached. 
 
They were in the courtyard now. Various demons drudging through the corpses of other demons and humans, picking through the battlefield for weapons and armor. Most of the screams were coming from the central plaza, where the survivors were receiving their punishment; for surviving. 
 
The beast that had captured her continued forward, it’s crocodile like head occasionally either snorting or snapping at other demons. Creatures of the abyss had no qualms with killing one another; you constantly had to fight for what was yours. Still, there was some hierarchy. 
 
Having reached the center of the courtyard the demon threw the priestess into a huddled mass of male and female survivors. Some had been refugees seeking shelter, she’d seen them in chantry within; poor souls. The were beaten and battered, some of them with split lips and black eyes. Others with gashes and tears covering their bodies, it was a miracle they were alive, but there were no miracles here. 
 
Others were adventures or soldiers, their armor rent and torn, weapons stolen to be re-purposed. They fared no better than the refugees, despite their talents or skills. 
 
Much of the huddled mass wept, some were stoically quiet, the rest lacked the strength to respond. Suddenly their respite was interrupted as a great horn bellowed not far away, its shrill sound was as if a harpy’s breast had been pierced by a great spear. 
 
A greater sloth demon approached from their congregation, its body rotund and scaly, covered by a bloody robe of sewn together garments. The beast’s head resembled that of a water buffalo, small horns growing from its snout. It held a twisted staff in its left hand, a crow’s corpse bound to the top. The daemon spoke in a guttural demonic language, slowly waving the staff throughout the air. Some demons barked and laughed in reply, others stood silently, their eyes filled with a myriad of dark emotions. 
 
Elia clutched her body tightly, tears were running down her bruised cheeks now, she could only imagine how they were communicating. What they were saying. The remaining humans huddled tightly, not wanting to be the first in whatever was to come. 
 
Suddenly the robed demon pointed its staff at them, the survivors. It pointed to a man first, a peasant who had lived not far from Elia’s hometown. Immediately, two wrath demons approached, forcibly lifting him up from the ground. He screamed only to be silenced seconds later by a series of blows to the head. The demons carried him off to a ramshackle tent nearby, constructed of bloody tarps and bones. The crowd watched silently, their minds were beginning to imagine what would come next.  
 
Only a minute after the man had entered howls began to erupt from the tent, the people could not discern whether it was his or the demons’. They continued for minutes. Finally stopping. 
 
The crowd of humans had resumed sobbing, presuming that were all to perish in such a way. The buffalo demon nodded its head as if it was pleased. Then, it turned its staff towards a woman. This one was a knight, broken and dishonored, her hair fell over her shoulder in a brunette braid. The woman’s eyes widened, her freckled face contorting in fear. 
 
A larger greed demon approached her, one of its thick bird-like arms quickly grasping her scalp. It dragged her across the square, but stopped only half way. The beast then tossed her into a small clearing, isolated from the rest of the survivors. Why were there so many demons yet that space had been unoccupied? Soon she would learn. 
 
The sloth demon bellowed once again, raising the staff upwards with two hands. It chanted loudly, so that all could hear it, then finally slammed the staff back down.
 
The swarm of daemons descended upon the humans, wildly climbing over each other to seize their prey. People screamed and sobbed, yet the creatures advanced onto them. Elia pushed her way to the center, knocking others to the ground. Good lord, why were they being separated. She was no fool, she knew the trouble that her womanhood could bring. Her mind raced, but all around one particular fate. Left and right those around her were being hoisted away, their oppressors easily overpowering them. Her luck had run out as she could feel a beast grip on her shoulder; it was coming from above. 
 
This demon was different. A lust demon. She had read about them in her time at the chapel; demonology was a taboo subject, but she was always intrigued. The dark entity appeared in the form of a beautiful human woman; various features completely inhuman. This one’s skin was a bright orange, her red hair flickered like a chaotic fire, long twisted horns jutting from its forehead. It was not a woman, but Elia could not discern the difference. She smiled deviously at the priestess, her lips painted black. Lust entities were known for maintaining their appearance, the tools of their trade. 
 
While her stature paled in comparison to her demonic counterparts her strength was roughly their equivalent. She lifted Elia from the ground with great ease, her large draconian wings easily carrying the both into the air. She screamed in terror as the creature flew away from the square with her, where were they going! She knew that even if they flew away no good would come of this; demons knew nothing of mercy.
 
The flight wasn’t long, as the winged creature quickly tossed her onto the stone roof of the fortress; but not too hard, it didn’t want to damage its property. 
 
The daemon landed behind her gracefully, she was as deadly as she was beautiful, her legs were long and thick; strangely human. The only thing that she was wearing was a silk loincloth, its quality much higher than that of the other demons’ clothing. The succubus' breast sat firmly on its chest, nipples pierced with strange onyx symbols.
 
“Hello Elia”, the demon spoke in a deep yet seductive voice, “I’m glad I could reach you before the other rabble. They lack taste and appreciation”.
 
Elia would not speak. She would not let this demon toy with her. 
 
“Oh priestess, lets stop wasting time. Look around you, the world is burning! Let’s stop pretending this will end any other way than the way we both know it will”! The creature crept around her, its long reptile-like tail waving behind it. The lust demon ran her hands over the outside of its thighs, desperately trying to subdue the urges to just take her now. 
 
“Let me show you the alternative of just having a chat, shall I”? She beckoned for the priestess to come near the roof’s edge, to see what lie below. She watched the priestess approach attentively, “Also, don’t get any ideas of plunging to your demise. It won’t be as poetic as you think, especially when I catch you, only to throw you to the dogs”. The demon’s gaze remained playful, but the priestess knew it was entirely sinister. 
 
Elia looked below, scanning to find the courtyard. She regretted her decision. 
 
All the female survivors had been gathered into a long line, almost twenty individuals in length. Each one lie on their hand and knees, forcibly kept there by small packs of imps. She could faintly hear some of their cries from this distance. 
 
A large demon stepped forward from its pack, Elia did not know what type of creature this was, she had never read of one such as this in the old tomes. It was a hulking thing, its upper body akin to that of a man’s, the lower half closer to that of a bull. Its head resembled some insect’s, nothing she’d ever seen before. It approached the first woman from behind; It was the knight that she had seen earlier. The abomination seized her waist with one hand and with the other ripped her leggings from her frame. It cast them aside like used tissue, carelessly flinging them into a crowd of lesser demons behind it. 
 
She could see it from here, an oblong phallus, nearly the size of a leg. It was misshapen and bent, never meant to penetrate a human female; perhaps so that when it did, it broke them. The knight did not need to see behind her to know what was happening. She began to scream, a few other women joining her. Her screams were answered, as a smaller demon quickly approached her front end, its more reasonably sized cock already fully erect... it wished to waste no time. In unison they plugged her forcefully. Both her pussy and her mouth stretched in mere seconds. 
 
Almost all the women screamed, but those that tried to stand were quickly prodded and forced back to the earth. The two demons thrust into her back and forth, pushing her along their cocks like a two-man saw. Her stomach and throat bulged, it was insane that she was able to survive even a minute of this; perhaps she hadn't. The brutal rape went on for quite some time, as these monstrosities were inhumanly vigorous. Other demons began stroking their shafts, each one’s cock more mutated and unique than the last. 
 
The first two exploded inside of her, Elia covered her mouth to stifle a scream, she could see the globs of dark spunk pouring from the woman’s orifices. Some of the onlookers cheered in deviant delight, others quietly waited their turn, anxiously examining their new toys. They extracted their cocks from her crumpled form, and with that she fell to the earth. Submerged in a puddle of corruptive fluids. 
 
The large demon screamed into the sky with a loud and violent roar, and with that the rest descended upon the unfortunate ladies. The priestess fell backwards onto her rear, she was gasping for air. She had narrowly escaped that fate, but in exchange for what.
 
She glanced to her left where the lust daemon stood; it was playing with its large breast, twisting its pierced and swollen nipples. The winged fiend let out a brief moan of pleasure before speaking, “It just warms your heart”. Her eyes were closed as she teased herself. 
 
The priestess was disgusted, yet could feel something in between her own legs, a warm pulse. 
 
“I am Ras’ni, Lust Demon of Isoldr. You should mind your manners and thank me”. She glared at Elia, visually undressing her and scolding her with a single glare. 
 
“P-please, kill me”. She had no illusion of survival, any death was better than what lied in wait for her. 
 
“Oh no, oh no, no, no, no”. She chuckled playfully, “Do you think I’m passing up on the fun”? She waved her hand and the priestess robes were flung from her body, they floated down over the wall of the fortress. 
 
Elia quickly covered her exposed breast and legs the best she could; she was still wearing underwear and a brazier but could feel nothing but shame. She was blushing now, Maker end this.
 
The demon smiled, beckoning the young maiden over with one clawed finger. Her eyes danced with an emerald flame, a wicked green color. 
 
Elia felt compelled, her body battling against her mind; her spirit torn between the two. The gods had abandoned mankind for whatever reason. Perhaps they deserved this; all of it. She reluctantly took one step forward, then another, and then another... her stare was blank, her blue eyes lost in a sea of wonder. A part of her understood that much of this was the creature’s enchantment, her power. Power. Her body was winning this battle, her spirit leaning towards one side as well…
 
The demon lightly planted a hand on her shoulder with one hand, caressing the girl’s cheek with the other. She stood several inches over her, her height boosted by spines that were jutting from her heels. 
 
“In your ass or your pussy first”? The entity pulled her closer by the waist. 
 
“W-wha-what”? She gasped, almost shocked out of her trance. Elia looked down in front of her; mere inches away from her womanhood was a thick pulsating cock, it jutted from underneath the demon’s loincloth. The shaft had several piercings along its length, each one thicker the further away from the head they were. It was awe inspiring and terrifying at the same time, she had never dreamed of speaking to anyone about such lewd acts, let alone a demon. The girl should’ve been stronger, should’ve jumped from the roofs edge when she had the chance, tried her luck to kill herself. The gods frowned upon such things, but where were they now? Elia found herself looking back into Ras’ni’s eyes. She tried to look away from the seducer’s glare, but she was completely enchanted. 
 
“I-I’ve never dreamed of either”, she paused still thinking about the pulsing cock, “is t-there any othe-“
 
“Decide. Or I decide for you”. Its patience was growing thin.
 
“My ass”. She gasped the words out of her mouth.
 
“Filthy, I like it”. The fiend was surprised by her whorish behavior, anal of all things. She had selected her because she had believed her to be pious; fresh toy to break in. Now the daemon knew, this frantically denied her inner nature. 
 
Ras’ni hoisted her from the ground, tucking her arms beneath her legs. She leaned close, beginning to nibble on the priestess lower lip. Elia began to grind her groin into the demon’s mid-section, her clit rubbing against its abs. She could feel the head of the demon’s cock rubbing against her anus, she flinched, Maker only knew how such a monstrous thing would feel. 
 
With one swift motion the demon impaled Elia, the large member instead diving into her virgin flower.  The demonic cock's might completely tore through her panties.
 
“Oops”.
 
The priestess cried out in pain and lust. Forgive me. She should’ve known better than to trust a demon, still, she tried to ride the cock as best she could. Ras’ni paid her no mind, using her millennium of experience to ravage her body. She would make this an excellent first. A mixture of blood and cum began to run down the phallus, having stolen her innocence; signaling her womanhood.  Elia cried out, she lay her head on the demon’s shoulder, legs wrapped tightly to secure the position. In between thrust the demon posed a question. 
 
“Would you renounce your mortality for me”? It pumped deeply, the phallic studs sawing against the human’s clit. “Perhaps I could find use for you, better than being tossed to the dogs”. She squeezed her ass, claws digging in, drawing blood. “Just say the word, I’ll fill you up with my essence; that’ll be our pact”. The daemon’s balls were swollen, ready to explode, their contents dark and deep.
 
“Y-yes,” Elia cried out! The gods had abandoned all of mankind. The duty to save these fools did not fall on her, their heroes were dead, their gods were dead! Her eyes rolled back in her head. She had given into the demon, willingly.; she would service her new god as long as she was required. The continued screams of the women below now only drove her further.
 
A thick viscous cum erupted from the demon’s inhuman member, globs of dark semen pouring from the edges of her pussy. Ras’ni continued to pump, the entity's balls draining inside of Elia; perfect.
The demon flapped her wings, shaft still sunken in the maiden, and took to the fiery skies with its prey.

