A demoness haunts the woods near the tiny village I called home. She feeds on human flesh and has scales for skin. She can breathe fire and she mutilates her victims with her hawk-like talons.
That’s the story the villagers tell themselves, anyway, and it’s only partially accurate.
True, she is a demoness and she does “haunt” the woods, if by haunt one means simply being a supernatural entity in a natural place. But that’s about all that’s true of the tales told about her.
I know better. I’m the village priest and demon hunter all rolled into one. Years ago, I set out to hunt and kill this particular demoness, but the journey ended much differently than I had anticipated.
Today, I make my weekly journey into the woods. As far as the villagers know, I am going to “consecrate” the site she used to inhabit to ensure she can’t cross over from her dimension into ours ever again. But, our arrangement isn’t quite like that.
I set out with my pack, which is filled not with magical demon-quelling tools like the villagers assume, but with bread, vegetables, cheeses, and wine. My destination, the demoness’ abode, is much closer to the village than anyone would ever suspect but so well hidden that it took me years to find it.
I know the trail so well by now I could get there with my eyes closed.
She lives in a glade surrounded by impenetrable thickets and huge trees. There’s only one small tunnel through the thick bramble that a person can fit through. Pulling the pack off and pushing it ahead of me, I get down on my hands and knees and crawl through the eerie dark passage.
I emerge from the other side and stand to my feet, allowing my eyes to adjust to the sunlight as I brush the dirt off my clothes. It’s a reflexive motion, but it doesn’t matter. The clothes are coming off anyway. That’s part of the arrangement.
Every article of clothing having been neatly folded and stowed next to the tunnel entrance, I look around the glade. In the center of the glade is a small, picturesque cottage, as quaint and welcoming as can be. Near the front door, I spot the demoness.
She’s laid out on her back on the soft, green turf, soaking in the sun. She’s naked, and the only signs of her supernatural origin are the two long black horns that protrude from the top of her skull.
Besides that, she’s all woman.
Her caramel skin glistens in the sunlight as a light coat of sweat reflects its rays. Long black hair lays out around her kind, playful face. A strip of cloth covers her eyes to protect them from the bright, spring sun. Her calm expression, as always, looks as if she’s right on the verge of carefree laughter.
From her neck down, she’s all curves. Perky tits sport dark, pointy nipples. Her soft, flat stomach leads down to shapely hips and thick thighs. I know how powerful those thighs are and smile at memories of having them wrapped around my head.
I look down and, being already completely erect, decide not to linger any longer. I grab a cucumber out of my pack, which is all I bring with me. Slowly I advance, drinking in her beauty as I approach.
She doesn’t move or speak, but I can tell by the faint smile that crosses her lips that she knows I’m here. Her toes wiggle and I know what she wants. It’s what I want too.
I lay myself out at her feet, setting the cucumber to the side. The soft grass tickles my bare skin as I kiss each one of her delicate toes. She giggles. I lick along their bottoms as they flex and relax, playfully grabbing and releasing my tongue. Working my way from big to small, I suck on each one, twirling my tongue around them and soaking in her taste. This continues for a long time. I’m in no rush and neither is she.
I move from her toes to her soles and the arches of her feet, bathing and caressing as I go. I rise to my knees and kiss the tops of her feet one last time. Then I roll her over to her stomach.
Her legs spread ever so slightly, a subtle invitation to take my fill. I run my fingertips up the backs of her calves and thighs until I reach her shapely, juicy butt. I bend forward to kiss and nibble her soft inner thighs. Then I plant a long, wet kiss on each cheek before spreading them.
I take a moment to admire her tight, brown asshole, then kiss it as well. It’s warm and rubbery against my lips. My tongue takes over. Slowly at first, I explore every tiny ridge and wrinkle of her sphincter. She’s cooing now, so I lick a little faster and harder, sucking on her asshole between tongue lashings. It starts to twitch. She wants me inside.
I press the tip of my tongue against her tiny hole and press. Slowly, gradually, she opens for me. Her coos become moans as the tip of my tongue wiggles inside of her. Her hips lift ever so slightly to press her ass into my face. She wants me deeper.
I press until my entire tongue is buried in her rectum. She twitches around my tongue as I slide in and out, only now realizing that I’m moaning too.
Without pausing, I grab the cucumber and run the tip between her pussy lips to lubricate it. Her sticky wetness already leaks from her eager slit. I press the tip to her hole and slowly slide it in. I feel it through her inner walls with the tip of my tongue, still buried in her ass.
The cucumber in place, my focus returns to her anus. I pick up the speed, wiggling my tongue inside of her as fast as it will go. She’s both sweet and salty and I could stay here forever.
She’s squirming now and moaning like a whore. Her fingers claw at the turf and her hips buck, threatening to throw me off. I grab the meat of her hips and hold on.
I can tell she’s close by the way her asshole twitches, but I don’t let her finish yet.
Instead, I release her, rise to my knees, and slide out the cucumber, tossing it to the side. I pull her up by her hips to her hands and knees. Her back arches and she looks back at me in desperation, begging me to finish what I started.
I do.
My cock slides easily into her engorged pussy. She gasps as she takes me to the hilt. I press the tip of my thumb against her twitching asshole. It opens for me and I wiggle inside.
My other hand wraps around a long, smooth horn. Then we fuck.
My demon whore moans and gurgles with pleasure as I pound her with all my might, sending wave after wave of ripples through the flesh of her asscheeks. The wet slurping sounds of her slick pussy suctioning around my cock spread freely throughout the glade. My sweat drips and puddles in the small of her back. Her asshole grips my thumb, refusing to let me pull out.
I let go of her horn just long enough to smack her ass. She squeals and drops to her elbows. I grab her horn again and furiously impale her over and over.
Then it happens. Her body convulses as she growls and squeals with animalistic elation. Her legs quiver and her toes curl so hard the bottoms turn white.
She collapses flat on the ground and I follow on top of her. A few more thrusts and, with a grunt, I join her in her climax, my seed spilling into her twitching pussy. My cock pulses as her twitching pussy milks me for all I am worth.
I let my cock bathe inside of her as we lay there panting, our mixed fluids oozing out of her to be soaked up by the fertile ground we lay on.
This is only the first of many “sacrifices” I’ll make to my sexy demoness today.
