Witch Ch. 02byGoldeniangel©
Sorry everyone, here is the actual second chapter of this story, it contains elements of erotic horror, bdsm, graphic violence, non-consent, and group sex. Enjoy!
It didn't take long for Lyana to return to the crossroads from the day before. She could tell that the raiders had moved in the night... some more of them had broken off from the main group, but they were still all in the same general direction. Determinedly, she started folding the road again with her dark magic, secure in the knowledge that she would be able to catch up with more of them today.
Part of her quailed at the thought of catching up to them... her punishment the night before at the hands of her Demon Master Leonard still made her shiver in fear. And she didn't even know if he would punish her with a whipping every time, he'd said he could punish her in whatever way he wanted. Somehow, part of her sensed that in a way he HAD been lenient the night before, a kind of fairness because she hadn't known the rules. Now she was knowingly murdering, and whether or not she was killing men who had done evil, doing evil herself was going to cause her own kind of retribution.
She supposed that might make some people stop, consider their actions, and perhaps change their minds about their course. But those people probably hadn't had an adored older sister die in their arms, too crazed by her experiences to even recognize her only living family member. They hadn't seen the blood of their father spilt in his own home, the mutilation of her mother's corpse for daring to kill one of them before he could rape her. The devastation and wreckage of the entire village that she'd grown up in.
As Lyana walked she became more and more angry at her memories, feeling more and more justified... more vindicated. She would rid the world of these men, and if she had to pay for it... so be it. At least that way some people would be safer. Besides which, her body and soul were already forfeit to Leonard... no demon would take a bargain back. No matter what she did, she was his for eternity.
It gave her a kind of fatality that was also freedom... she might now possess black magic, evil magic, and she may do evil deeds, but she vowed to herself never to harm the innocent. Only those who did evil would need fear being touched by hers.
Blood was everywhere. She'd disguised herself as a whore, tempting 3 of the men who'd been to her village... leaning over to show off the pale flesh of her bosom. It had been the only way to get them alone, even though it had churned her stomach to have them pawing at her as they'd led her to their room at the inn, hands sliding over her body. The situation seemed strange, she'd thought they'd try to take her off to an alley to rape her, but instead they seemed completely content to pay her.
Perhaps it was because they were in one of their own territories... she'd seen other men in the same uniforms as them, but she knew that these were the ones that had been to her village. Part of her ached to kill all of them, all that could hurt other people... but how did she know that all these soldiers were evil like that? Some of them looked very friendly, talking and laughing in the streets with friends and shop owners... flirting with the girls selling flowers. It had made her a little uneasy to see them as real people, perhaps the same kind of people that she'd grown up with.
In some ways it made more sense to her that she was being punished for taking their lives now. She was quite sure that even the friendliest looking soldiers in the village had done their share of raping, torturing and pillaging, whether or not she knew about it. But it made more sense to her, why she would be punished for killing evil men. Just because they did evil deeds didn't mean they were necessarily all evil...
Still, she could never see these men... well, what used to be men, as anything but brutes, nothing but the evil deeds that she'd witnessed. It made it easier for her to do her task.
They'd gotten her to their room, intent on sampling her wares... but once inside Lyana had let the dark magic uncoil throughout her body. She sealed off the room so that they couldn't escape and sealed off any sound, so that no one would hear anything.
The three men had found themselves slammed against the walls of the room, clothes shredding away from their bodies, leaving them naked a vulnerable. They had struggled and yelled, and she'd allowed them to, wanting them to know what it was like to be helpless, to struggle and feel like maybe they had a chance of getting away but being unable to. Frightened, they stopped struggling, one by one, and just stared at the beautiful woman standing in the center of the room.
"Witch." One of them hurled the epithet at her, fear and anger in his eyes.
Looking at them Lyana froze their vocal cords, so that they could hear her... and she talked very quietly, "Three days ago you invaded my village. You tortured my friends and neighbors and family, raped them, killed them. I am here to see justice done."
And with that, she used her magic ripping skin from their bodies and breaking their arms and legs, but not their ribs so that their lungs weren't punctured... she didn't want them to die too quickly. Their screams echoed through the air, screaming "WITCH!" and obscenities as the pain tore through them. Lyana forced herself to be deaf to their cries, to the pain she heard in their voices, hearing again the pain in the screams from her village. She pulled their balls and penises from them until they were ripped off, and dropped to the ground in front of them.
They screamed, and writhed, blood dripping from their groins to fall on their separated parts. She had thought she'd feel righteous, happy, vindicated... but instead she just felt sick. The day before, killing that man who'd been about to rape Kirra, that had been almost easy. This... the torture, the pain, the blood... it made her sick. She'd mean to draw it out more, to make them suffer even more...
Instead she suddenly just stopped their hearts, her own heart feeling tight and constricted. Their bodies fell to the ground, blood pooling and spreading from their ruined groins. Stumbling over to the chamberpot, Lyana vomited, her stomach heaving over and over again. The coppery smell of blood kept her shaking and dry vomiting long after she'd emptied the contents of her stomach.
She fled from the room, still feeling sick. The door locked behind her, pushed by a slender tendril of magic... no one would find them till the next morning, when the maid would come to tend to the room. In a daze, Lyana moved through the main room and out the door and down the street...
Maybe she wasn't as cut out for this as she thought she was. Squeezing her eyes shut, she stumbled onward. But she would keep doing it. Perhaps though... perhaps it would be better just to kill them quickly. She couldn't justify torturing more of them... she felt dirty. Sick. Somehow she doubted that they felt that way after raping and torturing, but on the other hand did she want to be anything like them? No. No of course she didn't.
Her entire being felt soiled.
Reaching out with the magic, she could feel a spring not far down the road, and she rushed towards it, folding the road beneath her feet as quickly as she could.
Almost as soon as she reached it she shed her clothes, rushing straight into the clear water.... It felt good to be in something clean. Cool water flicked against her skin, seeming to rub against her flesh in a comforting way. Lyana sighed, luxuriating in the freshness, feeling a little better.
A small splash off to her left alerted her and Lyana quickly stood in the water, sinking away as she looked wild eyed. There was a man, naked and only ankle deep in the water, smiling calmly as he looked at her... there was something strange about him although Lyana couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"Who are you?" she demanded, sinking lower into the water so that it was up to her shoulders, hugging her arms around herself in reaction. Even though she knew she had magic at her command, it was still unsettling to be caught completely naked by a strange man, she felt incredibly vulnerable.
The man's smiled broadened and he stepped forward, deeper in the water. Lyana's breath caught as he moved, the way his muscles rippled underneath his skin, the grace in his movement as he brushed dark hair out of his face, "Lyana, really, after everything we've done together it seems very silly to try and hide that gorgeous body."
It was Leonard's voice, coming from this extremely attractive man's mouth. Lyana stared.
The demon laughed, "What, you think I can't appear in any form that I choose?"
"Was that your real form I saw before?" Lyana asked, keeping still as the demon moved forward, towards her. The attractiveness of the man in front of her was unsettling... his strongly muscled body, the wavy dark hair that kept falling into his eyes... but his eyes were also unsettling. Darker black than any normal human could possibly posses, with gleams of red. It was his eyes that made her decide that this was really Leonard in front of her.
She forced herself to stand still in the water as he came closer and closer to her, until he was standing directly in front of her and she was forced to look up at him. The man in front of her was tall, imposing, and yet the expression on his face said that he found her just as attractive... but looking into his eyes still unsettled her. Lyana looked away from his direct gaze, to his muscular shoulder...
Strangely, she could feel her nether regions tingling, and for the first time with Leonard she didn't think it had anything to do with magic. After all the death, all the blood that she'd witnessed... feeling clean again, she longed for an affirmation of life. Of good things, of pleasure... and this attractive man in front of her was both familiar and unfamiliar and the situation was doing the strangest things to her body. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that the demon was grinning, and she hugged herself tighter, frightened more by the uncertainty of this experience than she would have been had he appeared in his demonic form with whip in hand.
Fingers pressed under her chin, firm but gentle, and lifted her gaze back up to his... Lyana's lips parted as her breasts heaved, taking a deep breath. Leonard smiled, and leaned forward to kiss her. It wasn't the rough kiss that he'd bestowed up on her when he'd been a demon, although his teeth still felt almost unnaturally sharp, and it wasn't as gentle as Kirra's had been... there was something distinctly masculine about it. The kiss went on and on and on... Lyana found herself leaning into it.
Then his bare body was pressing against hers, arms sliding around her waist in the water, and her hands were on his chest. The muscles were firm under her fingers, and she found it incredibly easy to believe that she was kissing a normal human male, his hardness pressing against her belly under the water. Leonard's hands ran down her back and under her buttocks, lifting her up easily... water ran off her body as she wrapped her legs around his waist...
Although she found her arousal unsettling, there was no denying that she was sexually excited by the attractive man in front of her, and she found her insides aching for him. Despite the fact that Leonard had used magic to arouse her before, she'd found her own pleasure in Kirra, and now she recognized her own body's responses here. It disturbed her, but as his mouth ran over her collarbone, licking down her breasts and nipples, she did nothing but arch against him with passion, pressing her nipple between his lips.
Leonard rolled it and bit down gently, his sharp teeth making her nipples throb with ecstatic torment. Lifting her further up onto his body, he let her slide back down until the head of his cock was nestled against her pussy... she moaned, feeling that he was as well endowed in this form as he had been as a demon. She sank her own teeth into his shoulder as he began to push into her, biting back the throaty moans of passion... he felt good, filling her up, going deeper into her body.
He was warm against her in the cool water, filling her insides with his thick meatiness, and Lyana began to forget that he was a demon. The feel of him against her and inside of her was almost blissful, and she cried out with joy as he filled her completely. Lyana moved against him as he began to thrust back and forth, ramming into her pussy and making her bounce as she ground against him, eyes half closed in pleasure. Arms wrapped around his shoulders, she used it as leverage to push back against him, enjoying the slick feeling of him burying himself inside her.
They moved together, her using her leg muscles to push herself and then relaxing to fall back on his cock... it was large and going deeper inside of her with every thrust. Lyana moaned, surprised to find that sex with a man could be every bit as passionate and good as it had been with Kirra. Leonard kissed and nipped at her throat and shoulders, biting down on her breasts, but without his sharp fangs it didn't hurt as much... and the slight pain actually excited her more than everything. She was shocked at her own responses to him, but she ached to feel him moving inside of her.
The water at her back was moving with them, almost as if it was caressing her bottom... and then she realized that it felt very much as though the water was actually caressing her bottom, and moving up her back and shoulders, despite the fact that she and Leonard were still standing upright.
"What-?" she started to ask, and Leonard grinned.
"Lyana, meet Nicor, the Water Demon," Lyana gasped as cool water seemed to wrap around her waist, caressing her breasts as though it hand hands. It felt strange, but erotic, "Nicor's going to be joining us as payment for you bathing in his pool."
Lyana gasped as water began to push its way into her ass, it felt so strange... her ass tightened down, but the water flowing into it was too firm, as though it had substance under the flow of it... the water pushed in, stretching her, and she cried out. The flexibility of the water cock in her ass meant that it didn't hurt as much as it might have, but the cock would flow and bulge, pressing against her insides... with Leonard's huge cock in her pussy she felt impossibly full.
A firm body, made from the water and splashing over both her and Leonard, pressed into her from behind, cupping her breasts and presenting them to Leonard's lips as the two demons began to move inside her. The cock in her ass flowed and moved, feeling strangely cool, erotically tight, and even though it hurt and cramped, she could also feel a pleasant ache building there.
Anyone walking by would've been shocked to see a gorgeous naked woman, moaning in the embrace of her attractive male lover, while simultaneously being embraced from behind by what looked like a humanoid form made completely out of water.
The three moved together, Lyana leaning back against Nicor, water-hands cupping and kneading her breasts as Leonard leaned forward to nip at her nipples, his strong hands massaging her buttocks as he held her up, fingers pulling her cheeks apart to allow Nicor better access. Lyana had one hand pulling at Leonard's shoulder, and the other up behind her head, holding where Nicor's neck would be, water running over her hand. Leaning her head back, she enjoyed the feel of cool water running between her breasts and over the connection between her and Leonard, caressing her clit on its way back to the spring.
Her rapturous cries echoed throughout the clearing as she began to cum, her entire body shaking with the ecstasy of it... and Lyana knew that this was all her doing, her own body's response to the sexual assault by the two demons, their magic hadn't been used at all. They began to thrust harder, in alternating rhythm, as she convulsed between them, wracked in the throes of intense orgasm.
First Leonard began to bellow and holding himself inside her, her pussy tightened over him and she could actually feel his cock as it pulsed inside her, emptying darkness into her slick hole. Then a geyser went off in her ass, filling and spurting inside of her, and Lyana shrieked as another wave of orgasm rocked through her body, sending her into euphoric rapture as she writhed between them.
Their movements slowly lessened, rocking back and forth with the afterglow of pleasure, finishing out their culmination. Lyana shuddered and sighed as water seemed to sluice off her shoulders, Nicor taking his leave, water caressing her most private areas as he withdrew from the embrace, her ass slowly emptying of his cock in a pleasurable relief from pressure.
Lyana clung to Leonard as her legs slipped down and he grew soft and slipped out of her, she moaned a little as she leaned against him, her breasts pressed against his hard body, head resting on his shoulder. He very gently stroked her hair and Lyana was surprised to feel almost intimate with him.
"You still have time to catch up with another group of them," he murmured above her, and then pulled away a little to look her in the face, "And then tonight you must be punished."
This face was all too human, almost regretful in its expression... Lyana nodded, strangely feeling almost guilty that he would have to punish her. It seemed like he didn't want to. Leonard leaned down to kiss her again... their lips pressed firmly for a moment, and then he seemed to dissolve against her, dissipating into the air.
Feeling rather shaky, not to mention shaken by Leonard's strange behavior, Lyana pulled herself from the spring and put her clothes back on.
Heading back to the road she pulled herself together... what, had she expected her life to be normal after pledging herself to a demon? She had a mission to perform. Calling on the darkness inside her, Lyana ignored the pleasant ache between her legs and started folding the road again, traveling faster than any normal human could. She left the trees as soon as she could, eager to get out from under their shade.
Her entire was turning into one unsettling experience after another, and at the moment she just wanted to walk and absorb everything without actually having to think.
Lyana found the next three soldiers easily enough, the problem was she didn't know what to do once she found them.
They were in a face off between a farmer and his three sons, and even though the farmers outnumbered the soldiers, there was no way they were a match for them. They were only one more than the soldiers, armed with farm tools -- no matter how sharp -- and while they were clearly accustomed to using those tools, they weren't primarily fighters. And the soldiers were. Lyana stayed off to the side, holding her breath, wondering if there was a way to keep the farmers from seeing what was happening... they were standing in front of two women, one older and one younger, the older woman was hugging the younger woman to her, she was crying.
"Stay back!" shouted the oldest of the farmers, shaking what looked to be a sword as old as him, "You keep away from my daughter, you bastards!" Tears ran down his face... although the young woman was barely visible behind the meager protection of her family, Lyana could see bruises on her face and the rips and tears in her clothing .
"But she's not finished with us yet," one of the soldiers said jeeringly, "There's two of us yet to take a turn!" The other two soldiers laughed, easily swinging their swords in front of them, "Stand back old man or you'll just get yourself and your sons killed, and we'll still taste your pretty daughter's charms. Maybe your wife's too!" All three soldiers laughed as the farmer men tightened their stance in front of the women, obviously prepared to die rather than letting the soldiers do as they wished.