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Copyright © 2014 by Yshomatsu

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The dark underground compound smelt of mold and dust. The place hadn't been properly cleaned ever since the succubus had been summoned. The moment the demon entered the world, her pheromones drove Yshomatsu mad with lust. The orange furred kitsune that had once been an innocent yet mischievous woman was left behind to keep him occupied. Bree had done just that. And after unknowingly helping the demon break free, she became another victim to the succubus.

Over time, and after lots of sex, her new kitsune's body was gaining power, and the side effect of gaining power was regaining her free will. Between her body's unnatural need for sex she spent her time reading from Ysho's vast library. She learned all kinds of important information about her new form, and the succubus. It took a while before her mind quit being forced to picture the demon during sex. Each new tail helped her mind's recovery, but it was clear it would take the monk much longer.

Then the images started coming in from the succubus' current exploits. A whole village being consumed in a massive orgy, and all for the creation of a new being. This time another succubus, instead of one like her. Bree had been human before but was changed. This new woman was created by the combined souls of the village. It all scared her, and the thoughts of her world being threatened by this evil demoness fueled her rebellion.

The orange furred kitsune rushed out of the library without closing the book she had been reading. She knew the monk wasn't able to think for himself yet, but she had to act. She hurried into the room they had stayed in for who knew how long now. The monk was curled up with all their covers, his body no doubt exhausted from their nonstop sex. She bent down next to him and lightly shook his shoulder.

Ysho groaned and rolled over. Men... Why were they always so hard to wake up? A light kiss had always been enough to wake her up. She shook him a little harder.

"We need to go hun, please wake up." He wasn't budging so she rolled him onto his back and already regretted what she was about to do.

A light tap between the legs felt worse than a punch to the gut. She grimaced as he reacted, hunching up, grabbing his assaulted privates. When he looked at her with groggy, sleepy eyes filled with pain, she almost cried.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you! We need to go." Tears filled her eyes and threatened to flow.

"Go?"

"Yes, go, unless you'd rather be a slave to the demon's desires for the rest of your life."

A slight smile formed on his lips as her image formed on his mind. He hardly went a moment without thinking about her. It wasn't like he had a choice. Anytime he tried to think or get horny she'd pop in there. It had been the same for Bree for quite some time. Slowly her free will returned and it disgusted her, knowing how easily they fell prey to the demoness.

The monk's body quickly recovered from the light tap that hurt way more than it should have. Countless times before they had spent hours upon hours satisfying each other's needs. But not this time. She wouldn't allow them to spend another night here. Or was it daytime? It was so hard to tell time underground.

"No baby, there's no time for that, we're leaving."

He looked disappointed, but before he could protest, she added, "Once we're far from here we'll fuck for days!"

The monk got excited and all of a sudden was eager to leave.

Bree couldn't wait until he could think for himself again. She only hoped that once he could, that he'd choose her over the demon. She had grown quite fond of him before all this had happened, and looked forward to the future. In order to have a future someone had to deal with the demon but worrying about that now wouldn't help anyone. First she had to help Yshomatsu get that demon spawn's influence off his mind.

From the images in her mind the succubus was heading northeast so Bree would head south. Far far away from the demon and hopefully enough to escape her influence. She heard many stories of the dangerous wildlife in that part of the world. It was a good thing she learned some defensive spells from the monk's library.

*****

Athanatos woke up with the most painful headache he ever felt in his life. Then again, he never had a huge boulder bring the entire building down on top of him before. After climbing free of a pile of rubble he reached up to inspect his aching head. To his disbelief, the hand came down free of blood. Having felt a few cuts he imagined how he looked, with golden hair stained with dried blood, a zombified appearance with a hungry looking body. He had been out cold for who knew how long, days it felt like. His stomach growled.

A quick glance around the room revealed a grotesque sight, a giant boulder embedded in the ground, right where his bed used to be. The walls remained standing, although barely, and the ceiling had collapsed as the boulder plummeted through the building, bringing all the debris down with it. Everything left standing creaked and made other threatening sounds, a warning of their eventual down fall. He reached down and retrieved his dirty but otherwise undamaged traveling pack and made for the exit, hoping everyone else was ok.

A slight touch to his door and the wood shattered, falling to the ground in pieces. Athan spared one last look back, and sorrow filled his heart. So many years had been spent in the now ruined room. He carefully made his way through the halls. The once great home to the monks for generations was a disaster area. Artifacts and many forms of artwork were scattered around, beyond repair. The hallway opened up into what was once the grand library, and what he saw mortified him beyond belief.

Dozens of his brothers were lying on the ground, dead. His heart beat faster as he panicked.

Never before had he been witness to so many of his brothers lying lifeless upon the ground. Without any concern of the building falling, he dashed between bodies, remembering each face as memories of flashed behind his eyes. Before long he realized what he was doing. He was searching, beyond all hope, to find one live body amongst the dead.

Elpis, a young man--- man, his heart sank; he was just a boy--- Athan had bonded with over the past few months. He was new to the Order and desperately wanted to learn all he could. The boy had started to hang around Athan, who had quickly befriended him. He even had helped Athan with his search for answers on the disappearance of many monks, not to mention sparring with Athan. He was a fast learner and his skills were proof of it.

The boy wasn't in the library. Athan allowed himself to briefly hope to find him alive, and with that he raced to the Elder's chamber. He raced through the ruined building, checking every room along the way. With each passing second the risk increased that the monastery would collapse on top of him, but he didn't care. He had to know if Elpis was still inside, dead or alive.

Every single body Athan came across he stopped to check. It hurt more than any physical wound he ever received in his long life, like someone was taking a red hot poker to his soul. The Elder's room was just ahead. A few more paces.

Something let out an unearthly squeal; it sent a shiver up his spine.

Athan had to force himself to take another step. Something about that sound was so familiar. Once he approached the door, he peeked inside. Greenish mist or fog covered the floor. Now he was certain the sound wasn't from this earth.

A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Whatever it was, it jumped out the window before he could get a clear look. But what he saw, he would never forget. Long smooth legs, a slithering tail and two leathery wings.

Whatever it had been, it was long gone before he got to the window and the mist began to part. Maybe from his sprint through the room or perhaps because the creature had departed the area. As he turned back towards the room he was devastated. There in the center of the room was Elpis, his body dried up as if it had been decomposing for a decade. What worried Athan most, however, was the wide smile upon the boy's dried-up face, as if he had experienced the best moment of his life.

Athan dropped to his knees, covered his face in his hands, and cried. Questions filled his head as to what brought all this destruction to his home. The monks had always kept the balance between good and evil. Something horrible must have woken up -- or been unleashed upon the world.

Off to the side, a sound interrupted his mournful thoughts. Coughing, Athan turned to look and found Elder Zoticus leaning against the wall, with a two by two sticking out of his gut. His eyes were glazed over with a smirk on his lips. He was softly saying a phrase repeatedly but Athan couldn't understand it. He leaned closer while eying his leader's painful and mortal wound.

"Beautiful... beautiful..." Over and over he repeated it, not acknowledging Athan's presence at all, as he slowly faded away with his last breath. Athan closed the old man's eyes and moved to get up, his feet brushed up against an object. A quick glance down and he recognized the Elder's ritual tattoo device that was used to imprint a monk's life story on their body for the afterlife.

The next hour Athan had shaved his golden hair, and, with the aid of the very blade he shaved with, cut a tattoo on his head, in the monk's sacred language. Each passing minute the building crumbled further, but he was determined to finish the final act of farewell to all those he knew and loved. The tattoo device hurt but he embraced the pain, for it numbed the ache in his soul.

"I will remember," was all it said.

Athan mourned in silence, stood up and wiped the blood from his scalp, relishing the pain as it stung like an insect sting amplified by a thousand. A single tear escaped his eye and descended down his cheek. The world, as he knew it, was gone.

The moment he thought that, the building shook. He decided he had lingered long enough.

Quickly he bolted for the open window and soared through the air as graceful as a bird, until he rolled in the soft grass, using the momentum to rise to his feet and spin around. Forever he would remember this horrible moment in time as he watched his beloved home crumble to a million pieces upon the earth. His brothers at least rested in the ground.

Hardly a proper burial, but it would suffice.

Once the dust settled, he became aware the entire valley was covered in thick fog, just like inside the Elder's chamber, yet ten times thicker. Off in the distance he could hear shouting and screaming. Clearly whatever the men in armor brought with them had turned on them. Athan felt pride rise in him and immediately dismissed it. Revenge was sweet, but deep down he knew there was no reason for it. Something had upset the balance, and Athanatos would do everything in his power to set it right.

The screams faded slowly, as if they were being dragged away. A chill went up his spine as he imagined the creature, those wings and tail. There was this feeling of familiarity that he couldn't place, yet couldn't let go either. As the screams faded, so too did the fog or mist. Athan wasn't sure which it was or if it even mattered.

A silent prayer was sent to his family, all those fallen brothers he would miss more than anything in the world. Sitting upon the ground, he planned his next move while meditating, in an attempt to calm his mind. The last thing he needed was to make a rash decision because he was upset and sad, mourning the loss of so many. He closed his eyes and straightened his back, the traveling pack settled uncomfortably against his spine. So much had happened he completely forgot he had it.

With each breath he tuned out the world around him. All the pain he felt, both physical and mental, faded from thought. Everything became crystal clear. All leads pointed to Yshomatsu.

Athan's old mentor had been tasked with finding the missing monks. The armored Horadric warriors had come to the monastery seeking him; even the Order's Elder had asked Athan to find out what had happened to his old friend. And that was what he packed for. His path was clear. It was time to traverse the desert once again, after so many years. Once his meditation was complete, he would get to the bottom of everything. He planned to set it all right, to restore the balance.

As he got to his feet and stretched, he noticed all his cuts and bruises were healed, even his fresh tattoo was completely healed. Athan turned towards the setting sun in the west and headed off towards the desert. Unbeknownst to the monk, two figures had been watching him meditate and were now following him. One of the shadowy figures were limping, while hanging onto the other for support.

*****

Blake and Plymouth sat amongst the ruins, beaten and bloody, yet thankful to be alive. Plymouth dragged Sir Blake slowly out of the monastery's service exit, the two bonded on a deep level after their brief battle with the monks. The first monk the knight met had been extremely powerful. The monks at this now ruined monastery had fought bravely, yet even with their masterful training they didn't compare to the one with the glowing eyes.

Blake questioned whether it had been wise coming here, at the cost of so many lives. As the building collapsed the two became aware of one lone monk standing on the opposite side. They sat there and watched him, too exhausted to do anything else. They were too far away to see details but it was clear the monk was sad, as any sane person would be after losing so many. The three men had that in common. Before long the monk sat down with his hands upon his knees, palms up.

The sun began to set as the monk finally rose to his feet and set off towards the setting sun. Plymouth began to rise, knowing what the Knight was going to say before he even spoke.

"We need to follow him. He'll lead us to the one I'm after."

Plymouth expressed his doubts, even as he helped Blake to his feet and began walking in the monk's direction. "Do you think that's really wise? We came here with an army. What good did that do? Look around you. Everyone's gone. And what was that green shit earlier?"

"Whatever it was or whatever happened to the men, it'll have been all in vain if we don't find that one monk and put an end to it. That man didn't seem to know anything when questioned, but the old monk did. If we're lucky the young one will be on our side. I feel horrible about what happened here, but clearly someone was practicing the black arts. You saw whatever that, as you put it, green shit was."

A few hours passed as they slowly progressed west, clearly towards the desert, and it almost seemed like the monk knew they were following because he took his time. Plymouth expressed his discomfort again. They had arrived with an army, and failed. What could two men possibly do alone, especially with Blake's wounds? They had stopped bleeding but otherwise still remained.

The black haired knight shared his friend's doubts, but was convinced the person responsible for the black magic horror show needed to be stopped. And if they didn't do it, who would? Blake had to at least try. The way that one monk reacted--- What did the old man call him, Athanatos--- made him believe they knew who Blake was after. At the same time that reaction of pure worry for a friend had him second guessing the theory that all monks were evil worshipers. Perhaps that one had just been a bad apple, or perhaps he was reading too much into it. Evil beings still had feelings and felt fear, worry and possibly love.

On the other hand, it could all be a big misunderstanding, and some other being was to blame. The monks could have been allies all along. If that turned out to be the case, he had blood on his hands to repent for. Everything would be decided in the end, or he would die trying to find out.

The climate change from grassy valley to desert was noticeable, but it wasn't sudden. The grass gradually stopped growing until there were only small patches of it sporadically around. Yet the air gave way to the coming day, steadily rising in temperature. It had been a chilly uneventful night of traveling west, following the young monk's trail. Off on the horizon behind them, a beautiful array of colors formed as if an artist was creating their masterpiece.

Plymouth pointed ahead and they witnessed the monk entering the desert dunes, now clearly visible with the morning sunrise.

"Is he insane? Entering the dunes just as the sun is rising? The heat alone will be the death of him."

"He's determined to find the one I seek. We must not lose him," Sir Blake responded, knowing full well that traveling in the coming heat was the worst idea, suicidal.

For two days they pressed on. Their armor had been stripped down to the bare minimum, and any loose clothing was torn and wrapped around their heads, yet the heat was still getting to them. Athanatos had gained quite a lead, as if this was nothing more than a hike on a cool breezy day. The men of the Horadric Legion pressed on, even though their water had run out and their bodies sweat so much it felt like burning salt was pouring into their eyes.

Plymouth's back was sore from supporting his companion for so long. Without time to rest, Sir Blake was becoming worse, rather than recovering. Large buzzards circled overhead, waiting for the two large pieces of meat to drop dead.

In every direction there were giant sand dunes as far as the eye could see. The two of them would have been lost if it wasn't for the monk ahead of them. Hell maybe they were lost; the monk was nothing more than a mirage upon the far horizon, it could have been their imagination, a hallucination caused by the hot sun melting their brains.

Just when all hope seemed lost, Plymouth spotted something. His heart filled with hope and he rushed forward, absentmindedly dropping Blake to the ground. A moment later and his prayers were answered. It was indeed food and water, in the middle of nowhere.

There was only one explanation; the monk who obviously knew they were following him had left it for them. Perhaps Sir Blake's worst fears were wrong after all, and the young monk was an ally, possibly even a friend. Why else would he leave them food and water when they needed it most? Another hour without it and they would have surely perished.

It wasn't a meal for the gods, but at that moment, to the two tired and hungry men, it sure felt like it. They were so distracted by the meal that neither one of them noticed the creatures born to the desert closing in on them.

Lost in thought, Plymouth was startled as a heavy breeze blew by his face, a buzzard swung in close, testing their resolve. It circled around for another pass. He was ready this time, pulling his sword from its sheath and stood at the ready.

Sir Blake remained on the ground, eating the remaining food, too exhausted and weak to be of any use in the fight for their lives. His spirit didn't want to give up, but his body had the opposite reaction, its need for food and water more urgent. There was only one thing his body needed most now, and that was rest, it had had enough. Darkness overcame him as he slumped backwards into the sand.
With one down the horde of buzzards grew in numbers, as if they were multiplying on the spot. They closed in; from a distance it looked like a buzzard tornado falling from the sky. Plymouth braced himself. One he could handle, ten were iffy, but he lost count. Heat exhaustion was affecting his perception. He believed there were hundreds of birds in the sky, if not thousands.

If it had not been for the monk leaving a meal for them, hysteria would have overwhelmed him. He swung his sword wildly throughout the air, expelling more energy than needed, yet it had the desired effect.

Hungry buzzards dove in for the kill. Two were cut down but third clipped Plymouth's shoulder. Wincing at the searing pain, he spun with the blow. A quick downward swing cut the bird in two before it got away. The remaining buzzards backed off, but continued to circle their prey. The once armored man applied pressure to his shoulder and was disappointed in himself, as his hand came away with fresh wet blood. Sir Blake lay unconscious upon the ground, groaning as the hot sand burnt any exposed skin.

*****

Athan climbed another sand dune, an exercise that has become second nature after the hundredth one. This one was unique in that once he reached the top, he could see his destination, a small shack in the valley below, designed to look abandoned and worthless. Not like anyone would wander out here to find it. The monk allowed himself a bit of fun, sliding down the sand dune, pleased with himself as he made it down without falling.

Over the years nature had blown sand into the valley, partially burying the shack, completing the effect mentor Yshomatsu had been aiming for. But then again, this shack was just a decoy, to hide the true building underneath.

He always wondered why his mentor had chosen a place so isolated from the world. At first it was a training facility. But over the years, with the so called gifts the two of them received, it turned more towards a hermit's hideout. Athan never learned the history of the place and often wondered. The monastery was out in the open, why wasn't this place?

The sun was high in the sky, not quite ready to set, but that didn't matter to him as he approached the shack. His destination was underground, where it was cool. It would feel great to be out of the heat. Athan's healing abilities made it possible to heal sun damage to his bare skin, but that didn't mean he didn't feel pain from the sun burn.

The journey took longer than before because of the two following him. Athan wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but had left his water and some bundled up food behind for them a few hours ago. Something in his gut told him to help them, and he had traveled slowly as to keep in sight of them. He hoped he wasn't wrong.

Upon reaching the small shack, he bent down and cleared the sand built up around the door. He briefly wondered why the whole thing wasn't buried, reaching for the handle. As the door opened he heard an animal squeal. Turning he noticed in the distance a flock of birds circling.

Must be buzzards closing in on a meal, he thought to himself. He shrugged his shoulders and entered the shack, distracted by arriving he didn't even think of the possibility of that meal being the two following him.

His thoughts had been on his mentor for quite a while now. Even as he knew the entire time that he was being followed, at this moment, all thoughts of anything other than Yshomatsu had vanished from his mind.

It only took him a moment to find the secret hidden door. Nothing had changed since the last time he visited, almost two hundred years ago.

The hole in the earth was dark. No light appeared to be shining within. It was pure darkness, like a black pit eagerly waiting to devour all life. Athan peered into the void. A flashback, to a time when his mentor kept it lit by flickering fire, appeared in his mind. It was a long time ago, when he had much to learn and was over eager. Oh how naive he was back then. However, if he had known back then what he knew now, would he have done anything differently?

Deep down the ageless monk couldn't feel his mentor's presence, but he had to be sure. With one final deep breath he stepped forward and dropped feet first into the hungry abyss. Times past his hair would have flown out above him, but no longer. The tattoo upon his head still ached, yet that pain was only in his mind. He had vowed never to forget his fallen brothers, and he never would. It was up to him to right this evil and return balance to the world.

A cloud of dust filed the air as Athanatos landed with a thud. There were still no lights. He was consumed by the dark. The dust he couldn't even see threatened to chock him. The monk reached out with his senses. His mentor had been here, but no longer. The place was unkempt, which meant his mentor had to be in some sort of turmoil.

Once the dust settled, Athan opened his eyes and waited until his eyes adjusted, just enough to make out shapes. It was all he needed. A few shapes and he'd be able to make his way to where his mentor kept the internal system for lighting.

He briefly wondered if the two knights had found the gift of food and water he had left. His question was quickly forgotten when a shape appeared in the corner of his eye. He started, expecting to see pillars or doorways, not the silhouette of a woman. As he turned his full attention towards the area, she was gone. A chill ran up his spine. Just then he could see clearly, as if a veil had been lifted.

Everything was still dark, but now he could see every hallway, door frame and most importantly the room he could get light from. He took a few tentative steps before pausing. What if he really did see someone down here? They could be hiding around the corner.

Quietly he moved to the side room, making every effort to move silently. Before long he was within the room. Athan remembered it well, a system of lamps he always thought was magic but his mentor swore otherwise. Yshomatsu always spun wonderful tales of how he came across an old book that detailed many things that didn't fit in with society. This one, the mentor had explained, dealt with oil lines that when lit would light and keep lit all the torches within the compound.

Athan intended to do just that.

*****

It took him a bit longer than he expected, to remember how the system worked, but he got it. With the complex exposed to the light, Athan wasn't sure what he had expected. But it had not been this.

Thick layers of dust covered almost every surface, and the smell was like a damp cave. Memories of his childhood came rushing back to him, although vague. He could still recall all those hours of training, sparring and studying. All with plans to secretly serve the order while being undercover elsewhere. Plans that had changed, the moment everyone realized the two of them weren't aging. Yshomatsu had taken it hard, once the excitement of it wore off.

Athan's mentor, being the scholar that he was, wanted answers, knowledge, and most of all, the why and how. Yet before they had retreated into self-imposed exile, the two of them spent many years on missions. Both of them had hoped to find those in charge of the 'cult' they had interrupted. Granted they had plenty of exciting adventures, yet that one wish of Yshomatsu's was never granted.

A smile spread across his lips as he remembers a few of those adventures, fighting a busty sorceress that was creating animated plants to do her bidding. And another time when a greedy politician wanted more power and had hired a small army of thugs and murderers to overthrow a good and righteous king. That had been a good fight, back to back with his mentor, two against an army. It reminded him of the first day the order found out that had changed. However this time the two monks didn't have to hold back in fear of hurting their friends.

Sound snapped Athan back to reality. He let out a sigh. It was just a rodent seeking shelter from the light. How times had changed. What was once a glorified underground training facility was now just another forgotten piece of the Order's history.

That thought caused his eyes to water, as a tear ran down his cheek. The entire order, as far as he knew, was history. Monks went missing, reports of Yshomatsu practicing black magic and then an attack, destroying their home. It broke his heart. He could very well be the last sane monk left alive.

Now that he was once again focused, he returned to the task at hand. Cautiously he explored the complex, starting with the hidden sleeping quarters that were masterfully placed near the exit. The wall panel pushed in an inch and slid to the side, causing thick clouds of dust to fill the air. Athan was ready for it this time and had held his breath. His eyes stung but he hadn't been willing to close them, in case anything or anyone was about to jump out at him.

After a long moment he realized that wasn't going to happen and rubbed his eyes. The dust had settled and he could see clearly--- through tearing, blurry vision--- that these quarters had not been used in a long time. There weren't even sheets on the beds. The sight of dust was getting on his nerves and he had only just begun exploring. Where was Yshomatsu, what had he gotten into?

He closed the wall panel and went down the hallway towards the library. Had his mentor been here, there would be signs in that room.

Upon entering the library he was shocked to see... Dust everywhere! He couldn't imagine his mentor ever letting this room go like this. No doubt many of the books would be damaged or ruined. Each passing moment made him more worried and anxious. In his haste to leave the room he almost didn't notice one desk clear of dust. So caught up in his thoughts, yet he had been right, this room would be the one to prove someone indeed had been down here.

Athan decided not to linger and moved to explore further. Quickly he checked the food storage and kitchen area, only to find the place had absolutely no food left. Perhaps that's why his mentor wasn't here, but even that wouldn't explain all the dust.

He felt a presence, as if he was being watched, which made the hair on his neck rise, if he had any. The monk turned quickly, hoping to startle the person but to his dismay, no one was there. He stood still for a moment, centered his feelings and calmed himself down.

Part of him wished for some action, a chance to redeem himself. Nothing would haunt him more than the fact that he had been unconscious during the attack. He could have singlehandedly turned the tides if only he hadn't been knocked out by that boulder that crashed into the building, landing in his room. He struggled to gain control of his breathing.

After what felt like an eternity, he was ready to continue.

The next room he decided to check was the one he had spent countless house sparring with his mentor, the padded training room. He had no expectations for this room, with it being nothing but an empty room. Upon entering said room his jaw might as well hit the floor.

The room wasn't empty at all. On the floor there was a large white circle that looked like it was painted. Within that circle was a bed, lots of sheets and pillows. To his disbelief the room appeared to be dust free and the bed looked well used, yet there was no sign of his mentor. Now his interest was piqued, curious of what those books were on the only clean desk in the library.

There were several books on the desk. They appeared to be about the paranormal, things Athan had been given no reason to believe in during his long life, besides that one account with the cult, but even then it had been humans and a form of magic, not paranormal in the least.

He flipped through the pages, reading about beings taking root in a person's head, sending subliminal messages. Some pages detailed beings who suffered cruel deaths, leaving behind their spirits. Others about people being tricked into doing things they normally wouldn't.

The other book was made out of some type of leather Athan had never seen before. As he closely examined it he came to realize why. No human bound their books this way, for no human would use human skin.

This book was horrifying and it wasn't about the paranormal. It was about that thing which every religion known to man has warned about... Demons.

Hands shaking, he almost dropped the book. Suddenly he was reminded of his elder and the fact that a moment ago he was wrong. It was such a quick glance he had completely forgotten, as he entered the room he got a quick view of the tightest ass he had ever seen. At the time he just thought he imagined it, a tail and wings disappearing out the window. The reason he didn't think twice about it was because sitting there on the floor was his dying elder.

He blinked, his vision filled with tears, his whole world had come crashing down around him. It was bad enough his mentor was missing and he briefly wondered what he'd say if he knew the order had been destroyed. They were the last two monks alive, or that Athan knew about.

The monk wiped the tears off his face after sitting the book down, noticing a piece of cloth in the book, most likely marking a page. Carefully he opened to the marked page, not really paying attention to how delicately he handled the book, clearly trying not to upset whatever creature worshiped this book. The marked page was all about binding demons and limiting their power. Why would Yshomatsu care anything about demons, let alone how to bind one! What on earth had he gotten himself into?

Deciding not to risk it, he memorized the page, even though he had no desire to bind a demon to himself. Deep in concentration the monk had no idea something was sneaking up on him. The creak in the floor was the only warning.

Upon hearing the floor creak behind him, Athan gave a start and turned around, almost falling out of his chair. After reading about the paranormal and demons, he had expected some grotesque monster to come to eat him.

But instead there stood a young woman, with long strawberry blond hair, and nearly flawless pale white skin, spoiled only with freckles. She wore a short skirt and tight shirt that left little to the imagination. His mouth suddenly went dry and he couldn't find his voice. She stood there, staring at him, with the cutest smile upon her lips. Athanatos' gaze rose to meet hers and his eyes went wide in shock.

Bright yellow eyes stared back into his very soul, black diamond shaped slits turned this innocent girl into something from nightmares, nightmares that scared you shitless, yet still leave you with a painful erection. After what seemed like an hour yet had actually only been a few seconds, Athan managed to blink, his dry aching eyes. And in that split millisecond it took him to blink, she was gone.

The monk stood there with shock and confusion written all over his face. He was beginning to think he was going crazy and the past few days had been nothing but a dream. Before long his thoughts were interrupted by much louder sounds echoing throughout the hallway. That was the nice thing about this place, you could always hear someone climbing down the ladder, especially if they had armor or weapons. That was why Athan had jumped down into the dark pit. If anything was here, he wanted the upper hand.

Athan's first thought was Yshomatsu was returning but quickly replaced that with images of the girl with light red hair. Perhaps his mentor improved the wards down here and that image was nothing but a warning. She had been absolutely stunning, that is until he saw her eyes. A chill ran up his spine as he crept down the hall, hugging the wall.

Had he been paying closer attention he would have noticed the female footsteps in the filthy floor, as he left the library.

He was ready to strike the newcomers though.

As he approached the doorway he started to hear voices, two of them, both male and they sound tired and possibly injured. He peeked around and grinned. Athan wasn't surprised by who he saw, yet was as equally pleased as he was disappointed, having hoped to find his mentor returning home. He was glad it wasn't that young woman. The two injured knights reached the bottom of the ladder and glanced about, clearly not sure what they walked into. It was cold down in the earth, compared to being out in the blazing sun.

The monk stepped out into the light and greeted them. "I see you survived the perils of the desert."

"We understand why it's called a no man's land. Thank you for the food you left behind, but it did end up attracting a swarm of buzzards," Plymouth replied.

Blake spoke up before Athan has a chance to retort. "What is this place?"

"It's the home of the man you're seeking, I was hoping to find him first but it seems he's been long gone, and I am sorry, that had not been my intention, the buzzards I mean." Athan looked the two knights over and could see that not all their wounds were caused by animals. It brought a flash of pain and regret to his heart.

The monk wasn't sure exactly what had happened at the monastery, but one thing he did know, and that was how it felt to be the last one left alone and lost. He had no reason to start anything here and now, and by the looks of it, neither were they. He invited them both in and said he'd start a fire in the kitchen. Blake looked hesitant but resigned himself since it was considerably colder in here.

With a fire lit Athan apologized for having nothing to offer them and explained that he found the storage room completely empty. The three men discussed the events leading up to the attack as they regarded each other warily. Of the two knights Plymouth appeared to appreciate the warmth most. After Blake finished explaining about being attacked by the monk while out on patrol, Athan's interest was clearly written on his face.

"I found it hard to believe, when you came to the monastery accusing him," Athan continued by describing what he found in the library. To make them understand he told the tale of their history together, leaving out the part about being immortal, of course. Soon the knights were up to speed, knowing that Yshomatsu was an upstanding member of the order, however they lost contact with him recently after he went on his last mission.

Blake opened up more about how he'd never seen anything like how the monk fought before and how he had hunted the monk down, not really sure if he had done it for revenge or for duty. But what bothered Athan most was when the knight explained Yshomatsu's behavior while captured. It was as if something was in his head.

The two stories start to click, Yshomatsu's behavior and the books in the library. What ever happened on the monk's last mission had clearly involved a being of paranormal or demon origin. Athan then described the brief and unbelievable sight vanishing from the monastery window and Blake quickly reported of both knights hearing flapping noises coming from the hole in the roof. Blake was still unsure about everything but came to realize--- And hopes he wasn't mistaken--- That Athan isn't the enemy.

"I knew something wasn't right with Yshomatsu after I had captured him but the more I think about it, the more I realize it had been a change from our first encounter. He bested all of my men yet hadn't hurt any of us." Blake cleared his throat. "I'm terribly sorry about what occurred at your home. I think whatever Yshomatsu got involved in was also present there but I realize now that by your actions alone that you aren't part of whatever foul magic consumed both our people."

Athan looked at the knight, his eyes watering but no tears fell. He took a moment to control his emotions before replying, "We should worry about who's to blame for the dark magic later and focus all efforts on finding Ysho. Regardless of what state he's in, finding him should be our first goal. Dealing with or helping him we'll worry about afterwards."
Blake nodded his head in agreement and for the first time since he met the monks he regarded one with respect. He wasn't sure if he could trust the monk and thanks to his actions, he'd never find out if their order was trust worthy, yet he found that he looked forward to working with this one. If nothing else he could worry about trust later. They had a job to do, and if nothing else, the knights could use the help, given the state they both were in.

All the while Plymouth had sat there quietly, soaking up all the information on both ends, learning why Blake had seemed to have so much hate in his heart when they entered the monastery. The room fell silent as they all began to think to themselves. Surprisingly it wasn't an awkward silence.

After a few moments of quiet reflection everyone heard footsteps. Athan quickly bounced up out of his seat and spun over to the wall, placing his back against it with such grace the knights were impressed. Given how utterly exhausted and injured they were, they hardly had any time to react.

Just as Athan was about to peak around to see who's sneaking up on them...

A giant gust of air blew into the room, kicking up all the thick layers of dust and dirt that covered every surface and swirled it around as if the underground base had just been hit by a large violent storm. The two knights dove for cover, all the while shielding their eyes.

Athan, however, sprang into action, spinning his arms around, gathering dust and dirt as he created a lot of momentum. The monk shouted out as he thrust his fists out before him, launching the dust out as if he had created a missile. The attacker was shrouded within the darkness they had created with the storm spell, features hidden from Athan's sight, his blast wave flew right past their attacker.

The monk used the distraction to his advantage and got between the shrouded figure and the knights. He couldn't see them through the thick storm cloud but could sense them behind cover with their weapons out. With his footing secured Athan pressed the attack, forcing the newcomer back into the hall. Sweat began to form on the monk's brow, full focus on the attack he moved with such speed and grace there's no way the shrouded figure would last long.

Contrary to belief all his attacks were blocked. Never before had anyone besides his mentor held their own against him. It was quite clear this figure wasn't Yshomatsu, yet he couldn't be sure. The dance continued down the hallway, each taking turns between offensive and defensive yet neither landed a single hit.

Athan was reminded of his recent duels with Elpis at the monastery. Such a promising young man, it was a tragedy what happened to the order but most of all to the young monk, to die so young before having a chance to live his life. He started to lose focus on his balance, distracted by recent events. It took all his efforts to block his attacker's next three strikes, the last of which sent his body sliding back a few feet.

The shrouded figure used the space to their advantage, launching themselves up into the air into a front flip only to slam themselves back down. The move created a loud bang and strangely enough cleared the air with a powerful blast wave.

Athan was forced to shield his face as dirt struck his body with enough force to noticeably sting, yet did no real damage. It took only a moment to recover but in that time he had expected the attacker to take full advantage of the situation, yet no attack came. He opened his watering eyes and shouldn't have been surprised.

Standing before him was the spitting image of perfection, if ever he had seen it. What troubled him was that form of perfection was also the young woman he had briefly seen in the library. Clearly he didn't get a clear look then because she looked good. He didn't realize he was staring with wide eyes and slack open jaw, yet he managed to creek out, "You?"

Strawberry blond hair flowed down past her shoulders, framing her face, high cheek bones, and luscious red lips. Her skin was pale with freckles. It all gave her an angelic look, until his gaze met her eyes, yellow eyes with black cat-like slits that made her look sinister.

She smirked at him, clearly enjoying the attention, before pouting her lips and tilting her hips, hands on her hips as she teasingly replied, "Me?"

It was the sexiest voice he had heard in a long time. When she tilted her hips his eyes wandered down her frame. She was wearing the tightest shirt he had ever seen. No village woman would be caught dead in a shirt so tight. It definitely showed off her glorious assets. They weren't large by any means but that didn't take away any of her attractiveness. Was that even a word? His mind couldn't care at the moment, his eyes kept traveling lower, down her tight, well defined abs. She had all the right lines revealed in her midsection, the shirt didn't go past her belly button.

Last but not least his eyes lingered on her sweet hips. She was wrapped up in a makeshift skirt. Only a few seconds went by as he stared, stunned and flustered but it felt like an eternity. She didn't waste any time after her amusement wore off, taking a quick thrust forward and landing the first blow between the two of them, a quick jab to his throat.

Athan stumbled back, hands covering his throat as he choked and coughed, trying desperately to regain his breath. The newly created Amber glanced over her shoulder with a predatory look on her face towards the kitchen, where the two knights were still taking shelter from her storm spell. The air in that room was still thick with swirling dust, dirt and filth.

Plymouth couldn't see more than five feet in front of his face. Sitting next to Blake they both had their weapons at the ready. They had taken shelter behind the table, having tipped it over. They couldn't hear anything over the whirling wind and couldn't imagine what the monk was doing, most likely taking shelter just like them. The knight couldn't remember the monk's name, he was sure he had heard it at the monastery but under his current duress and the events of the past few days he just couldn't remember it.

Unbeknownst to them both the new born demon could see them despite the clouded air and was regarding them with a primitive hunger she didn't think she'd ever get used to. She had only looked in their direction for a moment, mostly just to make sure they weren't an immediate threat. But that was all the time the monk had needed to recover.

Athan landed a solid hit to her midsection, causing her to fold over, snarling, and baring her teeth, showing her pronounced canines. The monk was confused beyond all reason. Clearly, she wasn't human but at the same time, she didn't fit the descriptions he had read in those books. She was flesh and blood so she couldn't be from the paranormal book but at the same time she didn't look demonic, besides her eyes and teeth.

Little did he know, all she needed was a few more souls to unlock her true potential. Amber had been sent here to find out what happened to a monk, apparently the one that released her mistress into the world. However, when she arrived there was no one here. To her dismay she almost left, but had decided to stick around. She was rewarded when a monk showed up, yet as she watched him it was clear to her that this wasn't the monk she was sent for.

Two more men showed up shortly thereafter and Amber had gotten so hungry watching them, she just couldn't pass up the opportunity for fresh souls.

Amber had since gotten a few images from her mistress Meridiana, the pure blooded succubus. The monk she was sent for had medium length golden hair, long for a man. The monk she had found had a bald head with a tattoo. Another image had followed and a wave of jealousy washed over her. It would seem her mistress had created another before her. Even though this one wasn't a succubus, it still hurt her pride knowing she wasn't the first.

The fight was back on. Even though they were mostly a match for each other, Amber could tell the monk was distracted by her body. He wasn't blocking all of her attacks like he was earlier. She pressed on the offensive. There wasn't much time before her storm spell wore off, or those two in the other room grew a pair and joined the fight. Amber knew it wouldn't matter how skilled or not those two were, three against one weren't good odds, especially since the monk was for the most part her equal.

Just then she had an idea. He might be her equal in martial skills but he clearly liked her body.

Athan could tell he was in trouble. When this creature was just a shrouded figure neither one could hit the other. Now, however, he was being pushed back towards the training room, and had that room been empty he would have had the upper hand. Countless hours sparring in that room gave one a lot of creativity during a fight. The room wasn't empty, though. It had a large bed and right now he didn't want to be in a room with a bed and this gorgeous yet dangerous woman.

The monk was about twenty paces away from that room, already struggling to block her attacks when the unimaginable happened - she started moaning with each contact. Athan would block only to have her act like the brief contact with her skin was having an effect on her.

She was playing dirty and he knew he was the one that gave her the opening for it. The monk was still attempting to figure out who or what she was. His mentor must have gotten into some real deep stuff. One thing he was certain of, she wasn't human. Perhaps the binding could work and if not, then it'll just look like he's a fool and she'll underestimate him. Either way it was worth a shot. He didn't memorize that page for nothing.

He went into a defensive trance, tuning out the beautiful creature that was slowly pushing him back. The monk's arms became an impenetrable shield, moving his arms so fast nothing she threw at him penetrated. Meanwhile he inwardly focused on the spell, wording, and everything, hoping it'll work. Now wasn't the time to second guess himself, or look at her... smooth skin that looks so soft... No stop it, the spell, concentrate on the spell.

Had he been paying attention to her, he would have noticed that his change in attitude didn't go unnoticed. She had been getting to him with her sexy voice. As he centered his mind and entered into the trance he felt her double her efforts, it was almost like she knew what he was planning.

The monk could sense every move she made, just like he could Elpis, however there were subtle changes this time. For one as he blocked he was reminded each time that this was a beautiful woman, her skin felt so smooth. It took all his willpower to focus on the spell and not her. His subconscious really wanted to open his eyes and enjoy the sight of her as she gracefully moved while attacking him. Briefly he couldn't help the image of her dropping to her knees and reaching for his pants. She must have known because at that moment she pulled back from her attacks and let out the sexiest sigh/moan he had ever heard. His heart skipped a beat.

He was just imagining things as she renewed her attack from a different angle. The change of pace helped Athan concentrate as his body did what came natural to him, defend and evade. The spell in his mind was ready, or rather the monk was ready with the spell on his mind. Quietly yet quickly he began to mumble the spell under his breath. With a mental prayer he hoped she wouldn't notice and just think he was beginning to tire. After all any fighter knows going all defense is a losing battle if you can't out last your opponent.

He was almost done reciting the spell. Under any other circumstances he would have admired her. She was an amazing fighter. Whatever creature this was, she either had a great teacher, or else --- most likely--- the demonic being in her gave the gift naturally. If Athan didn't have his gifts, or many, many years of training, he wouldn't have had a chance. He felt he had an obligation to keep her away from the knights. Even if they had been in their prime and not injured, Athan didn't think they'd stand a chance against her. He could be wrong but why risk it.

Suddenly Athan lashed out, attacking for the first time in countless minutes, hoping to catch her off guard. The last words of the spell were shouted out as he opened up his defenses, attacking the creature with all his might.

The instant Athan switched to offense, Amber puckered her lips and blew a kiss towards the monk. Completely ignoring his attack, a pink heart shape formed at her lips and flew into his face. He had started to shout but was cut off as the heart exploded.

A mixture of pheromones and her own spell-work were breathed into his lungs. His eyes rolled back into his skull as his face turned from a warrior's blood lust to... lust for another part of the world's glories. His expression turned to that of pure ecstasy as he fell back onto the bed behind him, not even realizing he had been pushed back that far.

Amber gave the monk's falling body an amused smirk and turned around, skipping out of the room, clearly pleased with herself. One threat down, two to go. These two the new born succubus could have fun with, and play she planned to. Two injured pups in need of some cheering up. She headed back to the kitchen with a primal hunger.

*****

Athan's world spun upside down. One minute he was casting a spell that should have reduced the woman to nothing more than a mortal human. Yet as he cast it, his vision filled with pink and his lungs were on fire. The last thing he saw was the sexy smirk from his opponent, a look that made his tiny mind twitch with anticipation. The next thing he knew was he felt like he was falling down a dark abyss, his vision was fading to black.

The world faded away until all that remained was the monk's sensation of falling. His gut rose up into his chest, expecting impact at any moment, but it never came. He just continued to fall. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours.

The next thing he realized, he was staring at a scene that felt familiar to him. It was a dark, damp cave, drawings all over the floor, candles lit made it seem like the shadows were dancing. There were bodies lying all over the floor, those of pale, bald men with no eyes. Athan should have realized it was a memory but he couldn't place it.

Then he saw Yshomatsu and it all came rushing back. It was part of his past, it was that moment in time that changed everything. It was right at the moment where he had blacked out during the fight. It would seem whatever that creature had blown in his face was giving him the memory he didn't consciously have.

An unknown force entered both tired and exhausted monks. They gasped and simultaneously took a deep breath of air. It felt like their bodies had been struck by a bolt of energy.

Yshomatsu was defeated, on his knees, about to have his life ended by the last remaining cultist, blade raised above his pale head, ready to strike.

In the next heart beat Yshomatsu moved faster than ever before, circling around behind the pale man. With all his might the monk reached up and snapped the cultist's neck, throwing him to the side. The burst of energy faded as quickly as it came and Ysh felt the full extent of his injuries assault his nervous system, overloading his brain with pain. He collapsed to the ground and passed out.

The battle had been won and his student was safe, or at least that's what he thought, before darkness overwhelmed him.

When the power forced itself upon the monks Athan had been struggling with an urge to open his eyes. Something within him tugged at his will. He had been winning the tug of war, but was overpowered by the rush of energy. His eyes popped open as it hit him and witnessed his mentor defeat the last cultist before falling to the ground. But that wasn't what caught his attention.

The blinding light faded, to be replaced by a sight he couldn't believe. His body remained on its knees motionless and "present Athan" couldn't understand why. But then again if this was really what happened, he had blacked out, so it made sense why he just remained there.

"Present Athan" tried to move his body, but couldn't. It would appear he was just along for the ride. He wondered why he was being shown this or how that creature had even known about it. Maybe it had nothing to do with her. He was having these dreams back at the monastery, long before the attack. Only time would tell but one thing was certain, he had lost the fight and was now vulnerable.

The whole time "present Athan" was trying to figure out his situation, his body form the past remained staring off into the center of the cave.

The only being left breathing, besides the monks, was the sacrifice, who was still hanging by chains attached to her wrists. He imagined that would hurt after a while. She was suspended about a foot off the ground. Below her was a circle drawn upon the floor -- the same type of circle Athan found in his mentor's training room.

Athan had an idea he was just about to find out what Yshomatsu had gotten into.

During the whole fight the woman's head hung limp, light red hair hiding her face from view. The only difference between then and now --- besides her pale white skin glowing slightly --- was her light red hair was a deep blood red. Athan couldn't tell whether she was breathing. He found himself worrying for her. When this event happened the monk had woken up at the monastery with no memory of how they got there or what happened to the woman.

Athan grew tired of waiting, and attempted to will his body to move, to no avail. His physical self wasn't home and he didn't have any control or say in the matter. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to see how this played out, filling a gap in his memory in the process. All he could do was stare at the hanging woman. Sure, she was beautiful, hanging there in all her glory, decent breasts hanging, glowing and...

He mentally shouted at both versions of himself, "No stop it, this can't be happening, WAKE UP!"

But at the same time he had the present time to worry about. Who knew what that creature was doing to him right now?

The monk was aware that he had to have fallen back onto the bed within the very same type of circle. He felt a twitch within his robes, was he getting turned on thinking of that creature? No that wasn't what he was feeling. It was his memory's body, the body he was trapped in. Athan realized, even though his old self was blacked out his body was still reacting to the glowing beauty in front of him.

Movement caught his attention. The woman's head was moving, rising, until she was looking into the monk's eyes. The corners of her mouth turned up into a smile. Why was she smiling? It wasn't the look one would expect from a victim desperate for help. Something was wrong.

A moment ago she hung there limp as if she was dead, and now she was looking at him with what looked like lust. His gaze locked with hers and he couldn't look away. Those eyes were captivating. Just like the creature in his mentor's base, she had serpent's slit eyes, only these were red like her hair instead of yellow. Athan didn't notice the glow of her skin begin to fade as it slowly darkened to an ash grey.

The monk had been attracted to the young creature with yellow eyes but these red eyes held power, he was mesmerized. And when she spoke, it caught him off guard. She was clearly female. Her voice was soft, sexy and enticing, but what threw him off was, as she spoke, there was an undertone that echoed in the cave. Athan almost missed it and had to concentrate on it. Whatever it was, it was evil, like nothing he had ever heard before.

Reminded of the books he had read earlier, needless to say he was worried, since the monk had lived all these years in the monastery, blissfully unaware of the true horrors of the world. Sure, he'd seen some troubling things in his day, but nothing had prepared him for the wrecking ball that had crashed into his life. First the order is destroyed and then he's attacked by an unknown creature, human in all but her eyes and elongated canines. And now, last but definitely not least, he's finding out what his body had unknowingly remembered all along.
Up until this point he had been staring into her alluring eyes but that evil echoing voice as she spoke had given him what he needed to snap out of it. Now he was noticing the change in her skin color. There were a few other changes as well. Black leathery wings stretched out behind her, no doubt extending from her back. A thin tail slithered between her legs.

He tried again to will his body to move. He couldn't allow himself to just stand there when a real live demon was staring at him with such a lustful glare. Her confidence definitely reminded Athan of the --- now he could say demon --- girl that attacked him. Clearly they were one and the same, even though the younger demon didn't have her wings or tail yet.

And there were horns too! He couldn't forget the horns. He had no luck once again, and as he was thinking this demon reminded him of the young girl, her smile widened.

The whole time his body hadn't moved, Athan was shocked and his mind raced.

The most concerning thought was the scariest. Could she hear him? He was in a dream, wasn't he? What kind of spell did that demon girl cast? In truth he couldn't tell what was going on. Perhaps the demon had just gained control of the body and was happy to see prey. Whatever the reason for her fang baring grin, he was unnerved. Chanting to himself to wake up wasn't working but regardless he had seen enough. Now he knew what happened to the girl, he didn't need to know anything else. Clearly she wasn't alive and well in this world.

A nagging feeling in his gut told him this event in time was linked to the events of present day, but he didn't want to believe it. If he found out they had one hundred years to prepare or prevent and had no knowledge of it, it would eat him up inside. Deep down he was interested in what happened, but that was only a small curiosity. Unless it would help him with the present, he had no problem ignoring that curiosity.

Caught up in his own inner dialogue, he almost didn't notice when she asked him a question.

"Do you like what you see, little morsel?"

Hardly noticing the echoing evil undertone his response was instantaneous. "Nope!"

He tried to sound confident, even though he was lying through his teeth. Of course his body didn't say anything at all. It just kept on staring off into the space between her glorious breaths.

It took him a moment to realize that she didn't respond at all, emotionally or vocally. She still stared at him, so it didn't really answer his question of whether she can hear him or not, which could be a good sign, or she could just be playing with him.

"You should come release me." She had taken his body's lack of answer as a yes it would seem.

That was a relief, but didn't change a thing. He wanted out. There was a fight to fight, family to avenge, mentor to find! He didn't have time for this. To his dismay, he felt movement. At first the monk was puzzled, who else was alive in the room? Then he noticed it was him! After so long standing still, he never imagined to witness his blacked out past self move, especially since he couldn't will it himself.

Slowly but surely his body inched forward toward the demon that beckoned him. The look on her face said it all, triumphant and ecstatic. She just hung there by her chained wrists, wings lazily flapping behind her, most likely relieving pressure on her wrists. The demon definitely didn't look the part of a helpless victim in desperate need of rescuing.

Rather, she looked like a being from another world or dimension, locked within the painted circle. Then he remembered the books again. In a passage on binding it explained the reasoning behind binding and why it was so important. The demons had rules and laws they couldn't break. They could, however, influence a mortal to set them free, and that's why it was important to bind them.

A proper binding would lock in their rules, limiting their power, and in all intents and purposes making you their master. A human with a demon could be very powerful, indeed -- if, that is, they didn't fall for any tricks the demon would undoubtedly try. Freedom was, after all, what the demon would think about most, besides serving his/her new master.

All the while as he thought that he couldn't believe his body was inching toward the demon. The monk started shouting at himself. Not like that would do any good, but what else could he do. His body was getting dangerously close to the painted circle. Once he crossed that line all hope was lost. One more step and it'd be all over... Yet he stopped. The demon looked ecstatic and that really worried Athan.

"I just wanted to give you a moment to reflect. One more step and you'll be mine. All mine for the rest of your life, which sadly will only be a few minutes." She takes a moment to look him over before finishing. "Now take that step and feel the greatest pleasure a mortal can in this world."

Athan didn't know what he had expected, but he wasn't prepared for the waves upon waves of pure lust that flooded his system the instant he took that last step into the circle. All thoughts of escape and returning to his time, returning to the fight were gone.

It was like standing next to a blazing fire as waves of heat assault your flesh. Only instead of heat it was a strong scent. With one breath he had to have another, and another. He stood there taking quick, deep breaths. With each one his heart fluttered and sped up, eyes glazed over as his system was overwhelmed.

The monk stood there breathing like he just finished a marathon, hyperventilating. The Ash colored demon let out a triumphant squeal.

"Humans, look how easily you are manipulated and led into temptation. Now be a good boy and lower these chains." Her voice was flowing like silk through the air before she added in a pout, "They're burning my skin."

His lustful stare never faltered as she spoke. The monk was completely enthralled by the dripping folds of her nether lips between her outstretched legs. The corners of his mouth curved up into a smirk before he charged forward. It was like he didn't hear a word she said and as he made contact, she no longer cared.

A shocked gleeful squeal escaped her the moment his mouth seals around her clit and inhales, cheeks hallowing out. Like a staving man that hadn't seen food for ages he devoured her and she loved every second of it. Her body trembled with an approaching explosion. Her love juice was the greatest flavor he had ever tasted.

His hands dug into the firm flesh of her ass and pulled her body closer as he thrust his tongue as deep as he could. His eyes were clouded over and his mind couldn't comprehend what was happening as her inner walls tightened against his tongue. It was like her body was urging him on, begging him for the oncoming climax. His lust filled body was more than happy to comply.

The demon's head fell back, mouth opened as she gasped out, followed by a string of moans and foul language. Her hips bucked back and forth, sliding her pussy against his face.

After a little his jaw and tongue are sore, but he was rewarded as she screamed, and her juices covered his face. The demon is overjoyed and can't catch her breath as her screaming climax overcomes her. When she finally calms down she begged him to do it again, her voice hoarse from screaming. She doesn't have to beg long, as he's more than willing, and dives back in.

She's sensitive this time and her hips go wild. Rather than grinding she is outright fucking his face. He couldn't get enough, she tasted incredible. His cock jumped in the air, desperate for attention. But for once the little mind wasn't in control and he remained firmly attached to her clit, sucking, licking and drinking in her juices.

"Ugh do it. Yes! Make me cum again!" Her whole body shook as he doubled his efforts. It was hard to believe he had never done anything like this before. Oh, the wonders of demonic pheromones.

She was getting close, her second orgasm arriving faster than the first. Athan lapped at her pussy, licking like a mad man. Her nether lips twitched and he jabbed his tongue as far into her as he could. She screamed louder than ever and he could have sworn he felt the cavern floor shake. Her body jerked violently against him as she squirted.

The first blast hit his face. Even though he knew she was about to cum he never expected that. For a very brief moment he backed off, surprised. However that only lasted a fraction of a second before he latched back on and hungrily gulped down all that he could, her hips bucking wildly, making it hard for him to stay attached.

By the time she was done, her body hung slack against the chains, hanging limply in the air. Athan leaned back, completely lost to the lust. Just then her tail lashed out. Before he could even notice it wrapped around his neck and pulled him back in.

No words were exchanged this time as he went at it again. This time his mouth is too sore, too tired to really have an effect on her. Before long her tail whips him back, onto the ground.

He sat there, eyes glazed over, looking at her, his hair and face completely soaked, dripping from her juices. The pain in his mouth is only bearable by the taste as he licks his lips.

Athan's body remains seated as if awaiting direction. He was stuck in a blacked out memory and had no control of what his body did. He was waking up to a nightmare and having no chance of saving yourself. A very pleasing nightmare, but a nightmare just the same.

The taste of the demon was enough to drive any man mad with pleasure and he just about drowned in it.

Athan was about to regain control of his thoughts--- not like he could do anything --- when she regained her composure. Her eyes focused as she looked down at him. There's something different about the monk that she didn't notice before. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent.

There it was. She sensed two souls inside one body. Interesting.

With a flick of her wrists she snapped all four chains and fell to the floor. The candles around the cave flare as the demon stretched her arms and wings, flooding the room in light.

She extended her arms and the air around the summoning circle visibly held back her efforts. The attempt to extend her power outside of the circle failed. It's like a force field of some kind was holding out, before lashing back at her. Frustration filled her face but she hid it fast. Her prey, her ticket to freedom, was sitting just outside the circle.

The edges of her lips curled up as she changed her tactics.

"I tasted divine, didn't I, my pet?"

Her voice was like velvet, flowing through the air, reaching his ears. It was as if the demon was casting a spell -- his member twitched and pointed straight up. He could have sworn he felt pressure grip and pull him to his feet. His dick loved every precious second of it along the way.

The ash colored demoness looked the monk in the eye as she contributed to his downfall. Speaking directly to the mind she sensed was awake in a sexy pout.

"You don't have any control of that yummy morsel, do you?" She caressed her lovely lady lumps as her smile widened, when he took a step forward. "That body wants me."

She curls her index finger back, beckoning him over to her. His sight is locked onto her chest, following her hands as they roam all over her flesh, licking his lips, as his mouth suddenly is bone dry.

The monk comes to a stop on the threshold of the circle as she steps forward into reach. Athan's right hand latches onto her left nipple, pinches and twists as he brings the other one into his thirsty mouth and begins to suck, cheeks hallowing out.

She can't help but moan as her tail slithers between her legs, sliding along her wet slit, before circling around his manhood. She reached out with her hands to grasp his shoulders and pull him into her embrace. However, the invisible force field stopped her and she realized he stopped just shy of her reach.

Only his mouth and finger tips were inside, besides his long, throbbing pole. Her tail tightened its grip and pulled, hoping to make him step forward another step. He gasped, enjoying the sensation, but otherwise remained firmly planted on the spot.

Reluctant to make him stop sucking on her nipple, yet eager to move this along, she took a step back. Followed by a sexy sigh as his right hand's grip tightens and her nipple stretches before slipping from his fingers. But to her dismay he didn't follow her, eyes completely glazed over as his body slowly rocked back and forth.

In response her tail tightened, twisted and curled all around him, building up speed and then suddenly stopped, released its hold and lightly teased his tip. He's short of breath and his body feels it is imperative to keep feeling such pleasure as he lunges forwards, following her tail.

The demon almost chuckled, as her smooth tail reattached itself and squeezed. The moment his upper body enters her prison she struck, arms launching out and wrapping around him, firmly grasping the back of his head, nails digging into his scalp before she pulls his body into hers. Large leather wings spread out before closing in around them, preventing any hope of escape.

With the monk firmly in her grasp she allowed herself to fall backwards to the floor and along the way, her tail tangled his pole. Suddenly falling forward, his stomach launches up into his chest but the freight is short lived. Upon impact to the ground his manhood sinks into slick nether lips before his body settles, head nestled on her pillowy bosom where he resumed his tasteful exploration with his mouth, eagerly kissing and sucking.

His manhood is treated with the most powerfully tight yet warm and wet pussy he ever imagined that is actively massaging him. Her tail is still firmly wrapped around his base and is the sole reason he didn't explode on impact.

Athan's mind is lost to the pleasure, and even if he could think or do anything, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to stop his own body from thrusting. It was just too good, the human body wasn't meant to feel this kind of pleasure. Every sensation overloaded his nervous system and reduced his mind to putty.

The monk was on edge, the moment their sexes collided with one another. The only thing holding back his orgasm is her addicting tail but even so he is quickly approaching the inevitable and she is happy to encourage him as she whispered into his ear.

"No more holding back sugar, I've waited long enough, I want my freedom, give everything to me and C-U-M!" She moans out her command as her tail loosens its grip. The flood gates are released and Athan screamed out into her lovely chest as his world exploded around him.

The monk's mind snapped out of the fog that was clouding his thoughts. This couldn't be happening. He felt everything flow downward and out into her hungry nether lips. It felt like his soul was being torn from its shell. This had to be nothing but a nightmare! How could this have really happened when he had been alive and well for many years afterwards. It just didn't make sense, yet here he was, his body draining all life into the demon.

Even with the knowledge that his body was dying he wasn't sure if he could have stopped if he had control. It felt amazing despite his impending death.

The ash colored demon's head fell back as she screamed out in triumph. Her body convulsed as the monk's life force flowed into her, warming her to the core. The demoness felt empowered as the invisible prison collapsed and she felt her freedom at last.

*****

Amber gave the monk's falling body an amused smirk and turned around, skipping out of the room, clearly pleased with herself. One threat down and only two injured threats left. These two the newborn succubus could have fun with, and fun, she planned to have. She headed back to the kitchen.

Meanwhile in the kitchen Blake popped his head out. The storm had just ended, but the air was still thick with filth and he couldn't see anything. The knight sat back down with some effort and turned to Plymouth.

"I can't see anything and I haven't heard anything in a while. I think the room is clear."

"Yeah, I can't see anything either. Last thing I saw was the monk rushing to the doorway."

"What a nice guy huh? Invites us in for tea and biscuits only to abandon us to an underground storm."

They both laughed before Blake continued, "No, I know, he's a good guy and on our side, something else is at work here."

"I feel really bad about what happened, what we did, I mean. We killed his brothers and yet still he greets us with kindness."

"I know, me too, I was blinded by hatred and a need for vengeance. The whole thing is my fault, I brought the army," Blake responded, feeling real guilt over everything.

Plymouth was a good guy and he was right, the monk was also a good guy. To be able to greet those that did harm to you, with friendly words and hospitality, took great character. Blake had learned a lot from his mistakes, but still couldn't see himself doing that.

"Sir Blake, what do you think happened to the army?"

"I really hope Titus returned to his camp, but I don't know and drop the sir, kid, unless we're in company of higher ranked men."

"Yes, sir!" Plymouth joked and saluted, they both laughed again, "Do you think we should go help him?"

"I don't think we're in much shape to help, but yes, we should. We owe him that much for his kindness. He could have taken revenge on us in an instant, with the injuries we have."

Plymouth nodded and moved to help Blake to his feet.

Both men heard laughter, or at least, they hear giggling, and it sounded female. They exchanged looks and Blake shouted out, demanding to know who's there, but no one replied and the giggling stopped. A chill ran up his spine as he wondered what happened to the monk. Plymouth forced Blake down and covered him with his own body but before Blake can express his annoyance a rain of kitchenware fell on top of them. Yep, they definitely stayed in cover for too long. Time to move.

They scurried to their feet, Blake needing more help than he'd ever like to admit. With their weapons at the ready, aimed towards where their foe should be.

However they still couldn't see more than five feet in front of them. It didn't look like anyone was there but they couldn't be sure. As if in answer to their confused looks the room fills with laughter yet this time they can't pin point a direction on it, the laugh sounds like it's coming from all around them. They do the only thing they can do, entering into a defensive back to back stance.

The laughter seems to settle and they can pin point the direction to their sides--- Blake's right, Plymouth's left--- The men turn their heads in that direction and before they can even react a force rushes towards them. With all the crap in the air it looks like a wave is coming at them. It slammed into and through them, sending them flying in opposite directions. Blake was flown into what he can only assume was a table and chairs and hits hard, his head ringing.

Plymouth, however, flew into a roll and bounced back up. His wounds weren't nearly as severe as Blake's were. He was still in pain, but his injuries were new, and from the buzzards. Blake looked like an animal chewed him up, didn't like the taste and spit him out, leaving him to rot. Had he not been so strong willed Plymouth didn't think he'd be here.

As Plymouth returned to his feet he turned to face the tidal wave just in time to realize it's female. He learned early on it didn't matter who or what your enemy was, they would strike you down without a moment's hesitation if they felt their cause had even an ounce of justification.

He readied his own weapon as she approached him, taking notice that she's fit and determined. Before she can reach him, he swings his sword repeatedly yet she dodges with a speed and grace he can't help but admire. However he couldn't get a clear look at her face as he desperately attempted to prevent her from reaching him. Had he seen her face he would have noticed her expression of pure enjoyment, toying with her food. Everything he threw at her, she dodged and evaded as she closed in.
Amber took the last few steps, closing the distance as he swung wide, hoping to cleave her in two. She grabbed his wrist instead, holding it outstretched from his body. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow and for the first time he could see her beautiful face. Panic was met equally with arousal, his body reacting naturally when faced with such beauty. As if in response she pressed her tight, fit body up into his and his heart melted, weak in the knees. He couldn't resist leaning into her embrace.

He felt her warm breath on his face and for a moment he forgot they were fighting. She moved towards his ear leaving a light kiss on his cheek along the way. When she nibbled on his ear lobe his heart fluttered and he let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He was putty in her hands and she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Not yet, big guy." She huskily whispered in his ear, before pulling back suddenly and head butted him. Taken by complete surprise Plymouth never saw it coming as the lights went out, body falling back, to land with a loud thud upon the floor.

Meanwhile, as the man's body descended towards the floor, Amber turned her attention towards Sir Blake. The knight was just now struggling to his feet. A brief thought filtered through her mind as she watched the so called knight rise to his feet. I could have taken them both at the same time, would have been fun and a test of my abilities.

But it was a little late for that -- the younger of the two was on the floor, knocked out cold.

As she looked Blake over, she almost let out a laugh. He was beat half to death already, hardly a challenge. Better to just feast and move on. She'd have her fun with the young one. She moved with sultry arrogance towards him.

By now the air was clearing up. Blake got a good look at her and at first wondered why a young woman was attacking them. He didn't think much of it, however, as he gave her the once over, admiring her toned, smooth skin, light red hair--- more like strawberry blond--- flowing down past her shoulders, framing an almost angelic face.

She used the time wisely. While he was staring at her body she closed in, only unlike with Plymouth, she rushed forward the last few paces. Blake stuttered as he weakly raised his arms. Some part of him wanted to fight, another part wanted to fuck. But when she charged forward, he closed his eyes and clenched up, expecting a pounding from her fists. She attacked so fast he felt the air blow around him more than the impact of her delicate little fists. Inwardly he laughed at himself for flinching. Her attacks didn't hurt at all, hell the breeze blowing by him felt great.

Before he knew it, the attack stopped, and he opened his eyes.

She's a few paces away from him. His jaw dropped as he spotted the amused look upon her cute face. It was as if she was teasing him, standing there regarding him like a toy, no not a toy, that look was more like a predator regarding her food. Was she just toying with him to show how fast she was? He was too weak to fight back, he was lucky there was no weight to her attacks since he just stood there.

His armor moved and the stunned knight looked down only to witness his armor loosen and begin to fall off piece by piece. It would appear he found the results of her attack and he hardly felt a thing.

Now at least he understood her amused expression, but he was speechless and too shocked to move. So instead of reaction, he settled for staring back at the girl with her cocked hip, hands placed on them, she looked sexy. His eyes wandered over her toned abs that were just perfect, not too much toned, just the right amount of skinny, and fit. Her shirt fit her like a second skin, holding her ample chest with a modest amount of cleavage. She didn't have large breasts but neither did she have a flat chest.

Her breasts were perfect for her slim frame. They looked so good Blake almost didn't continue his exploration north, up her gorgeous neck to her face. The first thing he noticed besides her luscious lips was her bright yellow eyes. Once he stared into those orbs he was mesmerized, transfixed, and couldn't look away. They weren't human eyes and deep down he knew he had to fight the hold she had on him.

This woman was tied to the black magic Blake knew was being cast by someone yet he couldn't fight the urge to be lost forever within her strange eyes. It all clicked, here they were in Yshomatsu's base of operations and a creature of the dark arts meets them. Athan didn't look like he knew what was going on. But then again where was the young monk now? What if he invited them in only to unleash her on them? He hated thinking that but he couldn't help it, he found it hard to trust people.

Amber slowly approached him again, this time she moved her hips, holding the knight's gaze. Her smile turned to a smirk as she looked at him, as if he were a meal she would savor, yet saw no challenge in acquiring.

Amber saw the monk as the greatest threat and that's why she put him under a sleeping spell. It would give her time to consume these two, thus giving her more power, maybe even finish her transformation into succubus. It was a long shot, but a girl could hope.

Blake was fully under her spell now, eyes slightly glazed over. She was halfway to him and couldn't wait anymore, pouncing onto the knight, knocking him over in the process.

Blake was fully under her spell now, eyes slightly glazed over.

Amber posed a few feet from the injured knight with one hand on her cocked hip, with a long V-neck black dress that clung to her like a second skin.

Wait, wasn't she wearing something else during their fight? Had her attire shifted before his eyes? Blake was confused, his head was spinning and he couldn't tell if he was dreaming or not. She had a playful smirk on her lips like her prey was ripe for the taking.

The knight could hardly remain standing. His injuries were getting the better of him. Once his armor fell from his body he felt light headed. The heavy gear kept his body from swelling but now blood freely flowed, bruises swelled and it all hit him at once.

Amber raised her other hand up to her lips and blew him a kiss. A slight breeze hit his face and it was enough to tip him backwards as he fell to the ground, hitting hard.

With the wind knocked out of him, he laid there and watched helplessly as she walked forward, swaying her hips until she was standing over him. The long slit in her dress showed off her long, smooth leg. She angled her head, looking down at him and her smirk turned more curious. Her mere presence should be affecting him but she noticed there wasn't already a tent in his pants. It would seem he needed some more encouragement.

The demoness was hungry, it was almost too much to handle. It had been a while since her last feeding and the demonic hunger threatened to take over her mind. She was almost twitching, the unnatural need for souls getting to her.

Amber lowered herself and sat on his lap, unsatisfied when she didn't feel a raging monster between her legs. She remained there for a fraction of a second before impatience won out, leaning down to give him a deeply passionate kiss. The Knight's eyes were open wide when their lips met and second later his pupils were dilated.

When she pulled back pink vapors escaped both their lips and lingered in the air before dispersing. She let out a pleasant sigh as she felt him growing beneath her.

"Mmm, that's better," she purred, running her fingers along his chest before grabbing hold of his shirt and tarring it off. Licking her lips as she raised herself onto her knees and did the same to his pants.

Amber would have willed her dress away, however, she liked the way it looked draped over his waist. Besides she was in too much of a hurry. Her breathing was heavy in anticipation as she freed his member and it slapped against her wet slit.

Two quick strokes and that was all the foreplay she could handle, scooting forward, holding his now pulsating member up and slowly lowering herself, savoring every moment. It's been a while since her last time and the feeling of being filled was almost enough to satisfy her itch, almost. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a sigh.

In no time she was firmly planted in his lap and she wasted no time before forcefully grinding her hips, both hands planted on his chest. Blake's eyes were completely glazed over. He didn't even have the strength to grunt or moan, only gasps of breath escaped his lips.

A few minutes had gone by, she was working up a sweat as she relentlessly attacked his crotch. Her strawberry blond hair was plastered to her head and face, yellow cat-like eyes were bloodshot as the hunger rose inside her, desperate for his soul, her substance, her food. At this moment it wasn't about gaining more power. It was just about satiating her thirst.

The closer he got the more eager she became, and he was close. She could feel his member swelling that last little bit. Like a crazed animal she grunted and snarled as she felt the moment she'd been waiting for. Or rather been working for. Blake's injuries were severe and he had little strength to fight back or even enjoy his last moments, but regardless when he exploded the knight screamed so loud it was amazing Plymouth didn't wake up from it.

Amber was overjoyed as she felt his cock swell, pulsate and then fill her womb with his hot seed. Her hunger was finally... Wait, no, it wasn't sated, something was wrong. This meal wasn't filling at all. It felt empty despite her womb being filled to the point of his seed leaking out her hungry nether lips.

Blake was utterly spent and lay there, heart racing and very much alive, at least for the moment, before his injuries took their toll. His orgasm didn't include his soul, like she had expected and hoped for. Yet she didn't do anything differently from the last time. She wasn't sure how to handle this and she could already feel her tricked hunger returning with a vengeance. Her nether walls spasmed and clamped down but it was too late. Blake's member was already deflating, his body, mind and soul spent.

Frustrated, Amber couldn't figure out what went wrong. She'd had no problem whatsoever consuming the man's soul back at the inn. Sure, her mistress was there, but surely she wouldn't have been sent out on her own if Meridiana had to be present for the act.

Blake was exhausted and couldn't keep his eyes open, his body went from the worst he has ever felt to the best, before pleasure faded and pain returned. There was nothing he could do about it. She looked down on him and his heart would have broken if he saw her frustration. Yet his body couldn't handle any more and shut down, into an exhaustion induced coma. It would be a long time before he woke up, if he ever did.

The new born succubus rose to her feet. His member slipped out of her eager pussy, slick with both their juices. She couldn't understand how he was still alive. He wasn't conscious, but he still owned his soul. For some reason she had failed to claim it. Her powers had kept the man going long after his weak and injured body would have lasted. But maybe he was just too weak for her to prepare the soul to leave the body.

A groan on the other side of the room got her attention. The younger one was stirring and he wasn't nearly as weak and injured as this one had been. Her hunger had grown almost out of control -- she needed a soul! She decided on a different approach, one that would keep him awake and not only willing but eager, rather than the rush tactic she pulled on her first attempt, which utterly spent all the energy he had to offer and then some.

Amber slowly made her way to Plymouth, her plan forming in her mind. She had no way of knowing if it would work, but one thing she did know, her plan would reduce him to her loyal servant. She'd rather have his soul, and with it, improve her powers, but she'd settle for a toy in the meantime. All she had to do was finish her mission and return to Meridiana, and her mistress would set everything right again. If she had this man following her she could later take his soul. She'd be furious if she found out Meridiana had limited her power. She wanted wings and a tail, and the power that came with them had unlimited potential.

With the man on the ground, Amber stood over him. He wasn't awake yet, but she could tell his head hurt from the swollen bump. She bent down until she was effectively sitting on his lap, she lightly ran her hand across his cheek.

"Shhh, it'll all be ok, rest now and lessen to my voice." She soothed the unconscious man while adding a little pressure to his lap. His body responded with a small smile on his face, the pain from her head butt was reduced to a light throbbing.

Had he been awake, things may have been different, however his unconscious mind soaked up her words. She had such a sexy voice, filled with a silky tone to it.

She enjoyed the feeling of his growing member against her bare pussy, but would have enjoyed it more without his clothing. The time for that would come late. She didn't want to wake him yet.

"You like the sound of my voice. All other sounds fade away until all you hear is my voice." She continued her slow grind while implanting triggers in his mind. "It feels good when you obey me, every time you hear a command from me you'll remember how your body feels right now."

Plymouth was having a pleasant dream floating amongst the clouds, as he listened to a silky voice he couldn't find. All around him there was sky and clouds. Nothing to distract him as he hung on every word the voice said.

"That's it sugar, relax and enjoy. Remember every time you obey this voice your body will feel this pressure and twitch." She let out a sigh when his member jumped. "Yes that's it, just like that."

"Obeying me is pleasure. Pleasure is obeying me."

With each word his dick twitched and jumped. Amber was panting, enjoying rubbing her slit along his hardening cock. Her arms were shaking. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out. A little more and he'd be putty in her hands. Just that thought sent chills down her back and a minor earthquake went off between her legs.

"Ohhh that's it, wake up. I... Can't take it anymore, open your eyes."

His eyes opened suddenly, as if he was never unconscious, staring up into her angelic face. Until his gaze locked with hers, those eyes, something was wrong this was the angel his mind imagined. The footman's brow scrunched up in confusion.

His rational mind caught up with him and he bucked, pushing the woman off him like a wild horse. Amber was flung off to the side, her black dress tore at the slit up from her thigh to her hip as she hit the ground. The demoness was so horny she didn't miss a beat.

"Oh, I love it when you're rough with me." She purred as she stretched out on the floor. Plymouth jumped to his feet and groaned as he realized his pants were tight!

"Take off all that heavy armor, sugar."

Without even thinking, he obeyed and his dick responded, causing another groan that lasted longer. With each piece of armor removed it felt like someone grinding on his lap. Amber was memorized by her handiwork, watching him squirm made her nether lips quiver.

"Don't cum unless I say you can, my pet."

"Wh-at?" He replied with a gasp, hardly hearing what she said, with his pulse pounding in his ears. He had almost enjoyed the unknown sensations to an unwanted orgasm, the tingling subsided as she spoke. He glanced at her as she laid upon the floor, posed and looking sexy as hell. Her leg was bent slightly, revealing every inch of smooth skin with the dress slit all the way to her hip. She was propped up on an elbow, staring at him with lust in her eyes.

With a sultry moan she rolled over onto her hands and knees, the torn dress exposing half of her glorious ass cheek.

Plymouth just stood there, breathing heavy as he watched every move she made. He let out another groan as she shook those lovely cheeks in quick up and down motions, causing her cheeks to shake. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't stop watching. Feeling as though he was still wearing too much clothing, the transfixed man started to remove the rest of it.

Amber looked back over her shoulder, whipping hair out of her face and smiled, catching him staring at her bouncing cheeks. The moment he removed his pants she huskily moaned out, "Come here, now!"

With a twitch he was led by his cock. Each step sent a thrill through his body, eyes locked onto her wet slit that was revealed as her torn dress rose slightly every time her shaking ass descending towards the floor. The tension was thick in the air. His last step placed him right between her legs.

He blinked and everything came back to him.

He came here with Blake, following a monk, Athanatos, that was his name and then they were attacked. This woman had attacked them. The whole situation unnerved him, especially her eyes. They weren't human eyes. Plymouth's heart rate sped up, his mouth watered and his hands were shaking. He had to get away.

The young man managed to turn his head and was shocked. There laying on the ground passed out naked was the knight, Blake. Panic really soared in his mind now, and it was noticed by Amber.

"Look at me," the demoness breathed out, her voice now hoarse and demanding.

Panic and flight were on his mind but none the less his head turned. Her glare was all it took, he couldn't look away. She sensibly licked the back of her hand, before caressing her way down her body. His vision followed her hand until it hovered above her exposed ass cheek.

SLAP!

Her snowy white skin now shone bright red. His legs felt like wobbly all of a sudden and gave out under him. Plymouth dropped to his knees loudly yet didn't feel any of the pain. The sensations of his throbbing dick flooded his system. His eyes never left that red hand print.

Knowing she had his full attention now, she began to sway her hips, and his eyes followed. He blinked as her hand came up from underneath, between her legs and ran a finger along her slit. It was obvious how wet she was when her finger came away coated in her juices. The footman swallowed and crept closer on his knees. His body knew what it wanted.

A few painful 'steps' later the tip of his dick imitated her finger, coming away just as coated. He was breathing in short bursts, clearly excited. The man's mind had ceased it's thinking, all panic pushed away. Another mind now controlled his actions, and it was overeager to sink deep into the furnace between her legs.

"Don't keep a girl waiting."

Her words cause him to shiver as he placed a hand upon her hips and lined himself up with the other. Words couldn't describe what he felt as he pushed his swollen tip against those lips and pushed. The demoness' nether lips parted and wrapped tightly around his mushroom tip and squeezed as if giving him a loving kiss.

They both moaned in unison, fingers from both hands dug into her hips. Sensory overload ran through his system preventing him from inching deeper. Amber's head hung low, hair curtained around her face before she raised her head fast, whipping her hair back. She glared back at him with triumphant lust, their gazes met and locked.

"Be a man and ravish me!"

How could he resist, even if he wasn't brainwashed by the lovely new born succubus? In response his whole body tensed up, hands gripping tighter as he thrust balls deep in one unbelievably tight pussy. The demoness screamed out in delight as her nether lips clamped down. Just in time too, because Plymouth was about to blow his load, effectively cutting it off as his body shook in a dry orgasm.

Once he was done spazzing she began to shake her ass up and down upon his raging erection, proving that she still had control. Not like anyone could argue that fact. The footman's head fell back as his eyes rolled up, a moan came out as a hoarse whisper. Over and over his dick was assaulted by her pussy, tight ass cheeks slapping into his torso.
Amber's moans vocalized her desperation each time his steel member filled her to the core. The succubus' body was driving her crazy, beyond parched. In an effort to regain control of herself she came up with an idea. The demoness scrunched her eyes shut and stopped moving, clenching every muscle in her body.

It was much harder to do than it sounds, her nether lips were spazzing, milking his cock without any conscious help. Her helpless hypnotized sex toy was in a daze until she stopped. He looked down and admired the way her lips quivered around his base, his head cocked to the side. It took a moment to register what had happened and another before his own body wanted more.

The footman's hands tightened their grip and pulled her closer. The last inch slid further into her hot furnace, pressing his pelvic bone against her warm skin. She was covered in a slick layer of sweat and she gasped, attempting to remain still, her thirst threatening to overwhelm her. A losing battle once Plymouth pulled back agonizingly slow until her nether lips massaged his tip.

He shuddered in anticipation for a split second before pulling her hips back hard. He caught her by surprise and her hands slipped out from under her and she remained with her face planted upon the ground as her body shook in a shattering orgasm. She reached back and strummed her clit in quick circles as Plymouth held on for dear life.

Slight tremors ran along his cock and he began to panic. She hadn't given him permission yet, gritting his teeth attempting to hold it back. And to his surprise he survived the relentless, glorious massage. After he knew he had survived he began to fuck her in a rhythm as she continued to strum her clit, eyes still clamped shut tightly.

"Ohhh, please, please, please..."

Plymouth could barely hear her whimpering through the pounding heart beat in his ears. The unspecified pledging nonetheless sunk into his subconscious mind and he took it as permission. No longer holding back, giving himself fully to her body with all his strength. Thrust after thrust, he pounded into the new born succubus' tight snatch. His grunts and groans joined her whimpering as she remained there on her knees with her face planted on the floor.

The man closed his eyes, enjoying everything as he let it all send him over the edge. The footman held his breath until he exploded, screaming out as his body tensed up, flooding her womb with his hot seed.

"Grr!" Amber howled out in frustration even in the aftermath of her own shattering orgasm. It had been yet another unfulfilled meal, accomplishing nothing. She couldn't understand what was going on. It wasn't like she needed to cast a spell, or chant some ancient saying to be fulfilled. Meridiana must have done something to her. That was the only explanation.

Both their souls should be shimmering inside her body, satisfying her thirst and granting her more power. Plymouth remained motionless, having just felt an amazing experience and not understanding how he could have upset her. Her yellow cat-like eyes were mad with rage, completely bloodshot. It sent chills down his spine when she turned her head and locked eyes with him.

Without warning she leap up, spinning around and shoved him onto the ground. Amber slid into his lap, wrapping her arms and legs around him, holding him up in a seated position. He was shell shocked and before he could react to question his new mistress she breathed out a puff of pink mist into his face.

He gasped out, shocked beyond belief, inadvertently taking a deep inhale of the stuff. His pupils dilated instantly and his limp dick swelled back into action, pointing straight up. Amber didn't waste any time by lowering herself down to press her sore nether lips against him. With the help of gravity she slowly accepted his granite cock into herself.

Plymouth's wounds weren't nearly as bad as Blake's were, and as such he could keep going for hours. The spell she practically spit into his face would see to that. All rational thought was replaced by her thirst. She was beyond determined. It was more like desperation now as she bucked her hips. She attacked his face with a flurry of kisses before shoving her tongue into his mouth.

The spell that filled his body overwhelmed his senses and before long it filled his heart with a burning desire to spill more of his seed. He began to meet her grinding with his own. And whereas before she had been attacking a stunned face, now he actively fought back. Their tongues went to war from within one mouth to the next.

"I need it... STOP teasing me!" She growled between kisses, displaying her impatience by biting down on his lower lip.

If it wasn't for the spell he had inhaled the pain would have made him shove her off. But it was too late for that. He was as much a slave to his need to blow his load as she was in need of his soul. Her nails sank into his back as her ankles locked together around his waist.

He was going to give everything he had to give to her, whether he liked it or not. He felt it coming and urgently pulled her body down, before long they were both moaning heavily into each other's mouths. Spurt after spurt filled her eager nether furnace but he was far from finished, the spell taking full effect, and kept his drive inhumanly alive and swollen.

His ass cheeks hurt from this position. It felt like he was being driven into the ground. In an effort to change things up he began to rise to his feet. Amber was too far gone to notice anything and kept aggressively grinding her hungry snatch into his pelvic bone. His attempt faltered as he lost balance and fell down onto one knee, leaning too far forward.

Her relentless grinding didn't help him regain his balance and they fell again, this time slamming Amber hard onto the ground with a loud bang. The new born succubus was stunned and lost her grip, laying there like a freshly fucked bar wench.

Spell bound Plymouth took the opportunity to take control and propped himself up by placing his hands on the ground on either side of her, with powerful downward thrusts, in an attempt to repay her relentless grinding. He kept it going until she began to come to.

A breathless gasp escaped her mouth each time he filled her to the core and she locked gaze with him. A wicked grin formed on her lips as she slapped his ass with both hands, one hand on each cheek, and preceded to squeeze. One hand running along his back, over the many deep scratches to his neck. Without speaking she tightened her grip and rolled to the side, taking him with her, pinning him down under her.

Now she is once again on top. The long session was taking a toll on the footman's body. The spell was wearing off. It felt like his insides were burning up, tearing loose to be sucked up into her hungry womb along with his seed. Even though he was under her spell, the thought off his imminent death weighed heavily on his conscious.

Plymouth grabbed onto his hips and tried to get the demoness to at the very least slow down. But she wasn't having any of that, tightly grabbing hold of his wrists and pulling. She pinned his hands to the ground above his head. She resumed rocking her hips painfully hard and fast, the thirst driving her insane. Both of them were covered in sweat and her hair hung down, sticking to her face. Amber whipped her head back, hair flying around to land with a wet slap upon her back.

At the same moment as if that loud slap signaled his end his body tensed up and he screamed it in pleasure at the top of his lungs.

******

Sounds of moaning came to a rest within the cave. Athanatos laid upon the ground gasping for breath. He had just had the most terrifying yet most enjoyable moment of his life. His life's energy had been consumed by the demon. He was dying, his body nothing more than a dried up husk.

Completely pleased with herself, the ash grey demon stretched out her arms, wings extending outward along with her arms. She was free at last. Nothing in this pathetic world would get in her way.

She had plans to make, but first she sensed another male nearby. She could afford another snack. As she made her way to the other sleeping man a sound off in the distance distracted her thoughts.

A low rumble, almost like a growl came from the depths of the cave.

It reminded her of a long time ago, when the demons had a foothold on this world and enslaved mankind, and everything was perfect. The world was being recreated in their image. They ruled over all, rather than served masters of their own. That was, until giant beasts were sighted. These beasts were reptilian in nature but extremely oversized. They had an appetite for demons and hunted them all, until there were no more demons left. Yet the demons were never truly killed. When killed on this plane their spirits returned home to their dimension.

Then the funniest thing happened. The very humans the demons had enslaved--- now free--- hunted the beats, until they too vanished from the world, into legend and myth. They were all dead, she had nothing to fear.

There was a distant memory within every demon, deep down in their core. Every demon feared the beasts, and that rumble put her on high alert. It was most likely nothing, but she had lost her appetite. There was no way for her to know where the beasts had come from, or if they were really gone.

A rock formation twenty feet away in the cavern wall caught her attention. In the dark, it looked like a monster's face, with sharp pointed teeth and rough scaled skin. However the more she stared at it the more she realized it was just her mind playing tricks on her. The demon reminded herself that she was a powerful woman that easily took everything she desired in life. With that thought her confidence was reassured, turning to once again look upon the sleeping man.

The second she had turned around, a few rocks fell to the ground behind her. The echoing was joined by a sound of something shifting around. The ash skinned girl gave a start and spun around. Nothing had changed, the cave was still empty and the rock formation was still ten feet away. Must have been a rodent or gravity. She shrugged it off and continued over to the tasty morsel. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Something wasn't right. Wasn't that formation further back? Eyes opened wide in panic, she turned around as a shadow fell over her.

The cavern wall stretched out right behind her, not five feet away. No that wasn't the wall, scaled skin moved as rocks fell all around it. The rock formation had come to life! Reacting on instinct, she raised a magical shield around herself just as a wall of fire descended upon her. A moment earlier and she would have been cooked.

As the fire cleared she saw open jaws with razor sharp teeth wet and dripping. The beasts of old weren't fairy tales, after all. Deep down she had always known the stories were true, yet never having seen one herself made it difficult. She sent a few bolts of energy at it and was shocked to see them bounce off the scales and head back towards her. The demon leaped out of the way, the bolts exploded right where she had been.

Somersaulting back onto her feet the demoness turned back towards the enormous beast, only to have a leathery wing three times the size of her own slam into her body. The appendage seemed to wrap around her. Rather than slam her to the ground it pulled her closer to the animal.

To her dismay her vision filled with the jaws of death, quickly as a last resort she out stretched her arms and legs. With her limbs fully extended, joints locked, her stomach lurched at the feeling of the beast's gums. She had braced herself inside the jaws, sharp teeth all around her.

Panic filled her heart as her whole body shook in fear. Sweat poured down her brow, burning her eyes. One minute she was on top of the world and the next she was struggling for her very life in the jaws of a beast she never thought she'd see in her life time. The jaws were biting down. She pushed back with all her might. The muscles in her body burned and threatened to give out on her. Its tongue wiggled around, savoring the taste of its meal.

In a last ditch effort to survive she screamed and unleashed a torrent of demonic energy. Wave after wave of purple demonic bolts shot out of her body, striking the oversized lizard repeatedly. The animal growled and roared as the bolts hit every inch of its mouth but instead of releasing its hold, it bit down twice as hard. The sexy demoness that tempted mankind didn't stand a chance against this creature. She felt her tired, burning limbs give out long before they did.

She let loose one last cry, as she thought about all the things she almost had a chance to do, tears joined the sweat that ran down her smooth skin. She had come so close. The jaws of death clamped down, before long only a beam of light entered it's maw as she was forced to hunch over, desperately trying to avoid her untimely demise. The beast rumbled again, as if laughing at her futile attempt to keep his jaws open.

The oversized lizard tilted its head back, opened its jaw before clamping back down. What little resistance the demoness had left was quickly wiped out. Caught off guard by the maneuver, the beast enjoyed the taste of an easy victory. Satisfied, the beast began to back up, returning to the shadows that masked its bulky body, head angled to the side as it regarded the dying monk upon the ground, sniffing the air.

A throaty grumble came from deep in its mouth, laughing as if the animal could sense that the monks didn't summon the demon, rather had fought those that did. The grumble continued as if it was attempting to find its long forgotten voice. Either that or the demoness was stuck in its throat.

All the while Athan's body was dying, but his spirit from the future had seen it all. Confused and utterly surprised, he didn't know what to make of the cavern wall that came to life. All he could make out from this angle was a scaly neck that ended with an elongated snout, lined with teeth and a wicked smile, if a lizard could smile. At one point he swore he saw a wing, which would mean this thing was a... Dragon! He couldn't believe dragons were real. This had to be the demon girl's spell work, there's no way this is really what happened.

After the monster devoured the temptress it turned its head and looked at him. Athan knew it wasn't real because how could a dragon that doesn't exist eat him if he still lived after this event in time. Then the unimaginable happened, the oversized lizard with wings spoke, or rather shouted in a deep male voice.

"Foolissh mortalss, fighting forcess beyond their comprehenssion." The dragon stared at Athanatos' emaciated body that gasped for breath, and his wicked smile widened. "Sso, mortalss you'll no longer be, if join the never ending war againsst evil, you wissh to do... Then fight it you sshall."

The dragon inhaled a deep breath, and let it out, a misty breath exhaled from his open maw and washed over both monks. Upon contact their bodies began to convulse, shaking wildly. Before long their bodies calmed down and the dragon looked pleased.

"We will meet again, young oness, I'm ssure." And with that said, he backed up, and vanished into the shadows once again, as if he had never been there.

Athan was shocked beyond belief! Could this be real? Did this really happen, and if so, it explained so much. He felt his old body inflate as if life had been returned to it. Darkness overwhelmed him, but rather than feel the dread of his unfortunate death, he felt relief.

He woke with a start, feeling a warm comfortable bed underneath him rather than a cold cavern floor. New found knowledge shined in his eyes. He had the power to resist the demoness' temptations. A smile spread across his lips. It would seem he'd never escape the role of student. There was still so much he had to learn.