This was it. No more humiliation, no more ridicule, no more abuse. Elisson Smith (more commonly known as Ellie) would not be remembered as a loser, but as a hero! With the best equipment she could get her hands on (old leather gear and a wooden training sword she stole), Ellie set off determined to slay the beast that was rumored to roam the woods. Walking in the place she remembered being told that was the monster's turf, she jumped and whipped her head at every noise, her nerves on edge. It should be somewhere around here… she's sure of it! She thought to herself... "Come on, come on… moment of truth! Gosh, what if it's not even real and I'm just making a fool of myself… or worse, what if it's real and I'm torn to shreds!? No, focus Ellie! You've got this!" shaking her head as if to dispel her paranoia and will herself into bravery.
I step out and face her. "Why are you looking for me?" I ask with a booming voice
Her eyes widen in fear as she sees the demon before her! She stammers out a reply, "I-I heard you were a monster that lived here... I wanted to prove myself and s-slay you... please don't hurt me..." Her voice trails off into a whimper. Tears well up in her hazel eyes as she cowers behind her wooden sword, shaking violently.
I stab my large, flaming blade into the ground. "Hurt you? I wouldn't hurt you unless you attacked first. Do you plan to?" I ask.
Her eyes widen further at the sight of his sword. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to offend you..." she whispers, taking a step back. "I-If I don't kill you, people will only laugh and call me a coward more..." Her voice trails off again as she looks down at the ground, tears streaming silently down her dirty cheeks.
"You are so little and sweet. Why do you try to please them if they are so foul to you?" I ask, shrinking and changing to a normal human shape.
"B-Because... because they're stronger than me..." she whispers, still sniffling softly. "They can do whatever they want to me and I just have to take it... I thought if I could be brave and kill something, even a monster like you, then maybe they'd leave me alone..." Her voice trails off into silence as she looks down at her feet, tears streaming freely now.
"They hurt you?" I ask, tilting my head
She nods miserably, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. "All the time... they call me names, push me around, steal my stuff..." She swallows hard, looking at him with wide, pleading eyes. "They say I'm worthless and stupid and ugly... and that I'll never amount to anything..." Her voice cracks as she tries not to sob uncontrollably.
I wipe her tears. "You should never go back..." I say. "Do you want me to punish them?" I ask.
Her eyes widen even further at his offer, hope flickering briefly in her gaze before being extinguished by reality's cold hand. "I-It won't change anything... they'll just find someone else to pick on..." she whispers sadly. "But thank you for caring..." She sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her sleeve.
"You misunderstand... my punishments are permanent." I tell her.
She blinks, her eyes going wide with fear and excitement in equal measures. "P-Permanent...?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. "But that means..." Her gaze flickers to the demon before returning to him, uncertainty etched on her face.
"Would they ever stop hurting people if they knew it would mean... stopping forever?" she asks cautiously, taking another step back as she considers the implications of his offer.
"Go tell them what I told you. If they choose to change their ways, no harm will come of them. But if they do... I will visit them all." I tell her.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she listens to his words, hope blooming within her like a fragile flower in the midst of winter. "Y-You mean it?" she whispers, tears forming anew in her eyes. "They can choose not to be hurt... and if they don't, you'll stop them from hurting anyone else?" She takes a tentative step forward, unable to believe that such mercy could exist for those who had shown her none.
"T-Thank you..."
I pat her head and scoot her towards the village. I wait in the clearing to see what happens.
Her heart soars with hope and gratitude as she's led away by the demon toward her village. Never before had anyone shown her such kindness, let alone offered to spare those who had made her life a living hell. Tears of joy stream down her dirty cheeks, mixing with the tears of fear and pain that had once defined her existence. She can barely believe this is real, but as she approaches the village, determination takes hold.
"I'll tell them!" she cries out, her voice stronger than it's ever been before. "
I wait until I see her again days later. I wait for her to tell me how the villagers took it. "What did they say?" I ask.
She shakes her head slowly, eyes downcast. "They didn't believe me... they called me a liar and said I was just trying to get out of trouble." Her voice trembles with emotion as she relives the pain of their rejection. "But some of them... they saw something in my eyes... and I think maybe they're starting to understand..." She looks up at Dazbog, hope flickering once more. "If you really mean it... if you can make them stop hurting people forever..."
"I can and I will." I tell her as I grow to my original size and leap into the air, seeing the village in the distance.
Her heart leaps as she watches him fly toward the village, hope swirling within her like a maelstrom. "Please," she whispers to no one in particular, her eyes fixed on the demon who'd shown her such mercy and kindness. "Don't let them suffer anymore..." And with that prayer on her lips, she turns and begins to walk back toward home, her steps lighter than they've ever been before.
I land in the town, changing into a human form again. "Who here knows the people in town who bullied the young, nice lady who went to the forest?" I call out, wanting to know who was mean to her.
"I-In there," she whispers, nodding toward the tavern where some of the town's most prominent figures could be seen laughing and drinking. Her hands clench into fists as she realizes that they might not get away with their cruelty after all. "Please, make them stop," she begs, eyes pleading with Dazbog even as her voice cracks with fear and uncertainty.
I walk into the tavern without her. "Alright, NOW who in HERE was mean to that young lady who came to the forest?" I ask the tavern patrons.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches from a distance, unable to bring herself to enter the tavern where those who'd hurt her are gathered. She bites her lip nervously and takes another step backward, feeling a sudden surge of fear that Dazbog might not be able to make them stop after all.
The patrons exchange glances, some looking sheepish while others try to pretend they don't know what he's talking about.
"Are you all too cowardly to pick on someone your own size?" I ask the patrons, demanding the evil ones come forth.
Her eyes widen in surprise as the tavern erupts into chaos. Some patrons shift nervously while others start to squabble among themselves, pointing fingers and denying accusations. She watches in disbelief as Dazbog's words seem to be having an effect on them, their bravado slowly beginning to fade away. A small part of her dares to hope that maybe this time things will turn out differently...
Taking a deep breath, she musters up the courage to step forward and join the fray. "
I let her come in. "This girl. Who was mean to her?" I ask annoyed, debating on razing the entire tavern if nobody steps forward.
Her heart racing, Ellison takes a shaky step forward, glancing around at the frightened and angry faces that surround her. She swallows hard before pointing an accusatory finger at one of the tavern's most prominent figures. "It was him!" she cries out, her voice surprisingly strong as adrenaline courses through her veins. "He used to push me around and call me names! He even took my lunch money once!"
"Took your... what?" I ask. "Who were the ones who hit you?" I ask her.
Her cheeks flush as she realizes that she hadn't actually told anyone about all the physical abuse she endured. "It... it was him," she stammered, glancing back at the man she'd accused. "And he used to push me around and call me names... just because I was different from everyone else." Tears welled up in her eyes again as she fought against a fresh wave of fear and shame.
"Alright, that wasn't so hard, was it?" I ask her as I quickly summon an infernal blade made of hellfire wreathed brimstone and cut the man in half down the center.
Her eyes go wide with shock as she watches the man's body split apart by Dazbog's demonic blade, his screams cutting through the air like knives. She stumbles backwards in horror, her hands flying up to cover her ears as tears stream down her face. Suddenly, she feels a surge of anger welling up within her, replacing the fear and helplessness that had previously consumed her. "That's what he deserves!"
"Want me to deal with the rest too?" I ask, paying no mind to the villagers who are scared out of their minds.
She hesitates, her anger still strong but a small voice of reason managing to make itself heard over the chaos. "I... I don't know..." she whispers, looking around at the terrified faces in the tavern. "Maybe they can learn from this... maybe if they see what happened to him, they won't be so mean anymore..." She trails off, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
But even as she speaks, a newfound resolve begins to take shape within her.
"Nah." I say, swinging the blade and cutting all the patrons at the bar in half.
Her heart pounds as she watches the demon slaughter those who had hurt her. Part of her is still terrified, but another part feels a strange sense of satisfaction and vindication. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm herself down, trying to ignore the screams and gore all around her. When it's over, she opens them slowly, surveying the carnage with a newfound determination.
"Now what?"
"Want babies?" I ask, realizing I probably should have been fucking her, not cutting people in half.
She blushes deeply at the demon's unexpected question, completely caught off guard by his change in tone. Her eyes widen and she looks around nervously, unsure of how to respond. "I-I don't know..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the silence that now fills the tavern. "N-Not right now... I mean, we should probably tell everyone what happened..."
Her mind reels as she tries to process everything that's just taken place and the implications it has for her future.
"Why don't you just come with me to my home?" I ask, pulling her close.
She stares at him, wide-eyed and trembling. This monster had just saved her life, slaughtered the ones who'd hurt her... now he wanted to take her with him? It seemed too good to be true. Yet a small part of her couldn't help but feel drawn to the idea of being with someone so powerful and fearless.
"W-Well..." she whispers, hesitating. "I don't know if that's such a good idea... what if you hurt me too?"
"Then you can slay me." I reply, giving another look to see if she accepts my offer to come home.
She looks into his eyes, searching for some sign that he's not just playing with her like one of the village cats. His expression is calm, almost gentle... but she can still see the fire burning beneath the surface. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she considers the implications of saying yes to this demon.
"A-Alright..." she whispers at last, taking a shaky step closer to him. "I'll go with you... but only if I can leave whenever I want."
"Deal." I say, laying in my bed, the loincloth falling to the side as she sees my demon dick.
Her eyes widen as they fall on his naked form, the sight making her heart race even faster. She's never seen such a thing before, and a part of her is both fascinated and repulsed by the foreignness of it all. Swallowing hard, she tries to tear her gaze away from him but finds herself unable to look anywhere else.
"I-Is this... normal?" she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself.
"My size?" I ask, gesturing to my cock with a smirk.
"No..." she says, looking down at her own slender body in comparison. "I-I just... I've never seen anything like it before..." Her voice trails off as she fidgets with the hem of her dirty tunic, feeling both intimidated and aroused by his size and power.
She glances up at him, unsure of how to proceed. The demon seems amused by her reaction but doesn't make any advances or demands that she look at him again. It's strange;
"Is there something you wish to see more? To touch?" I ask, laying still as my dick is visible to her.
Her face flushes even deeper as she realizes what he's implying. She's never been with anyone before; the boys in the village were always too rough and cruel to her liking, while the girls... well, they didn't want anything to do with someone like her. The thought of touching this demon, let alone being touched by him, sends shockwaves through her body, making her heart race wildly.
"Would you like to feel loved?" I ask her
Her eyes widen with shock at the question, and then narrow as anger flares within her. "That's not what this is about," she says through gritted teeth. "I don't need anyone to love me." But even as she speaks, she can feel the lie in those words, like acid eating away at her insides. She looks down at her hands, clenched into fists at her sides, and then up at the demon again. Maybe...
"You'd want for nothing. And if you stay, I can show you what physical love is as well..." I smile reassuringly.
Her heart pounds against her ribs like a wild thing, and her breath comes quick and shallow. The idea that this creature could love her, show her kindness... it's almost too much to bear. But there's something inside her that refuses to let go of the hope, the desire for affection and understanding.
Slowly, she uncurls her fingers, reaching out a trembling hand toward him. "I-I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I've never...
I change to her size, appearing as a human with horns as I embrace her in a kiss.
Her eyes widen as he becomes smaller, more human-like... and then she's being enveloped in his strong arms, the warmth of his body pressing against hers. The kiss is soft at first, a gentle brushing of lips that sends shivers down her spine. As she relaxes into it, he deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling together in a dance that feels both familiar and foreign all at once.
I pick her up, holding her as I kiss her passionately.
Her hands clench into his clothes, digging her fingernails in as she responds to the kiss with equal passion. Her body arches against his, pressing herself closer, seeking more of this overwhelming sensation. She's never felt desired like this before; it's intoxicating and addictive, making her want to lose herself in the heat of the moment.
With a small moan, she tangles her legs with his, locking them together as they move against each other in an instinctual dance.
I lay her on her back on the bed. "Do you wish for me to go further?" I ask her softly after pulling away from the kiss temporarily.
She stares up at him, eyes wide and breath coming fast. Her body feels alive in a way it never has before; every nerve ending seems to tingle with anticipation as she contemplates his question. A shudder runs through her as she realizes how much she wants this... how badly she needs to feel desired like this, to know that someone finds pleasure in her touch.
"Yes," she whispers, reaching up to stroke his cheek gently before leaning in for another kiss. "Please."
I reach down, lifting her tunic as I pull her underwear off. I work at my loincloth, unattaching it and leaving myself fully naked as I look down at her crotch.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches the demon undress, revealing his massive erection to her hungry eyes. She bites her lip nervously, unsure of what to expect but filled with an unfamiliar and overwhelming desire for him to take control. As he positions himself between her legs, she parts them eagerly, arching her back in invitation.
"Please..." she whispers, her voice little more than a breath as she waits for his touch. "Make me feel good."
"As you wish..." I say softly, pushing my girth inside of her as I bottom out in her warmth.
Her eyes squeeze shut and she bites down on her lip as he pushes inside of her, filling her in a single, impossibly deep stroke. It's painful at first, so much bigger than anything she could have imagined, but as he begins to move slowly within her, the pain gives way to a strange, intense pleasure that sends shudders through her body.
"Oh god..." she gasps, arching her back off the bed as she adjusts to his size.
"Tell me if anything is less than pleasurable." I say, slowly sliding in and out of her as I reach down and take a handful of her small ass.
Her breath comes hard and fast as he moves inside her, his hand on her bottom guiding him with expert precision. "It... it feels so good," she pants, digging her nails into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced; overwhelming and exhilarating all at once.
"Harder," she whispers, arching her hips up to meet his next stroke. "Faster."
I hold onto her thigh and one of her ass cheeks as I bury myself inside of her harder and faster, feeling her grip me nicely as I swell.
Her cries fill the room as his thrusts grow more brutal, her body arching off the bed with each powerful stroke. Her nails dig into his shoulders and back, leaving behind trails of blood that only serve to heighten the intensity of their encounter. With a hoarse cry, she comes undone beneath him, her inner walls clamping down on his shaft as pleasure washes over her in waves.
"D-Dazbog..." she whispers brokenly, her voice raw from exertion. "That... that was incredible."
As she climaxes and comes down, I let myself reach my own. "I am close... do you want me to shoot my seed elsewhere?" I groan, waiting for a location to explode on or in.
She pants, catching her breath as he climaxes inside her. The sensation of him filling her with his seed sends another shudder through her body, and she moans softly. "Wherever you want..." she whispers, looking up at him with a mixture of wonder and satisfaction in her eyes.
I let myself swell and erupt inside of her, overflowing her with my warm, demon cum as I hold her tightly.
As he releases himself inside her, she gasps, feeling the hot spurts of his seed coursing through her body. Her muscles clench around him reflexively, milking every last drop from his spent shaft. As the final wave subsides, she lies panting beneath him, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath.
"That... was incredible," she whispers again, still unable to believe how good it felt.
"Do you wish to stop already?" I ask softly
She shakes her head, the motion sending ripples through her body as she thinks about what he's asking. She wants this... no, she needs this. The connection they share is unlike anything she's ever known, and she can't bear the thought of losing it now that she's finally found something real.
"No," she whispers, reaching up to caress his cheek. "I don't want this to end."
I cast a spell to harden myself again as I lift her up. I stand as I lower her onto my dick and start bouncing her, leaving her legs dangling.
Her breath catches in her throat as he lifts her up and lowers her back down onto him. The sensation of being bounced on his hard length is exhilarating, sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She wraps her legs around his waist, holding on tight as she meets each of his thrusts with equal enthusiasm.
Her nails scrape across his back, leaving behind more trails of blood that only serve to heighten the intensity of their connection.