Demon Made Flesh Ch. 1

Edited by Sprite_65 and bluetrain.

Since it starts out looking as though it might be a BDSM story, it is only fair to warn readers looking for stories of that type, that 'A Demon Made Flesh' contains little to no BD, D/s, or SM. 'Demon' will be a plot and character-centred fantasy story, which (as of July 2002) I am expecting to post in five chapters.

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Khulan stood in the centre of the room, biting her lower lip nervously as her prospective buyer circled her closely. He was pursing his thin, bloodless lips and making soft murmurs of approval and, more frequently, grunts of disapproval, as he judged her assets according to some internal standard of his own. She fervently prayed he would not buy her: malevolence seemed to ooze from his pores, filling the air, clinging to her skin like a film of grease. She cast a frightened glance at the slaver standing in the corner: it was only fear of inciting Ajai's wrath that prevented her from purposefully trying to displease the man as he examined her. Just the thought of angering him again made her shudder, the memory of the cruel bite of his whip still painfully fresh in her mind.

The slave dealer was also nervous: Lord Sechen had not been at all pleased with the other two girls the dealer had procured for him, and if the lord rejected this last one as well, Ajai knew exactly who would be taking the heat from his unhappy bosses. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but the movement did nothing to relieve his tension as he waited. Gods, could the old fool not just make up his mind and be done with it! Finally, unable to stand another moment of silently awaiting his fate, Ajai cleared his throat uneasily: "Well, my Lord? She was just purchased from her father a few weeks ago, and our best healer has confirmed that she is fertile just as your Lordship requested. Is she not a lovely young creature?" His tone was one more of pleading, than inquiry.

Lord Khuyildar Sechen had the air of one who is accustomed to being pleaded with, and disdained to so much as acknowledge Ajai's existence, continuing his slow inspection of the slave before him. He finally stopped his pacing directly in front of Khulan. With one bony hand on either side of her head in a vicelike grip, he forced her chin up, compelling her green eyes to meed his icy blue stare.

A closer examination of his appearance did nothing to reassure her: his white hair was pulled straight back and gathered in a leather thong behind his head, only serving to reinforce the impression that the tightly stretched skin of his face might split at any moment and peel away from the bone. She could not suppress a shudder of fear as she felt his eyes boring into her: she tried to pull out of his hands to escape his stare, her fear of Ajai momentarily forgotten in her instinctive need to get away from this man.

Khuyildar released the trembling girl, who stumbled backwards, and turned to the dealer. "She'll do," he said flatly, throwing a handful of gold at the slaver. A sneer of contempt twisted his face as the man fell to floor, scrambling after the coins and greedily clutching them to his chest. With a dismissive snort of disgust he turned back to the girl. "Come here, my pretty thing." His words dripped with the cloying sweetness of decaying meat, and he enjoyed the way she shrank away from him even as she forced herself to obey. He ran a pale finger down her cheek, "You're going to be a good little pet, aren't you my dear? You're not going to make me do bad things to you like some of my naughty girls, right, pretty?" He continued to move his finger down her neck and across her right breast, digging his long nail into her nipple until she flinched in pain. "Come then, little one," he said softly, his lips curving in what might have been a friendly smile, had it held the slightest hint of warmth. "Your chariot awaits to take you to your new home."

His words were not really meant as questions, but Khulan vigorously nodded her promise to be good nonetheless, not even wanting to think about what he might do to those who angered him. As she followed him out, and saw his 'chariot', she felt a deepening sense of dread. At first glance the beasts harnessed to the dark coach appeared to be horses, but she noticed that they had forked hooves and scaley, rat-like tails. Turning as one, they regarded her with glowing red eyes - eyes that marked them for what they were: demons. Her blood grew cold: she knew that only the most powerful of dark conjurors would dare to summon from the lowest level of hell, the abode of true demons. She wished fervently that her mother, the non-gifted daughter of a mage, had never taught her anything of the ways of power; she would have been much happier if she had not recognized what the presence of such creatures meant.

Khuyildar could see that, upon seeing his Najasi minions, the girl understood what he must be. He was pleasantly surprised: it was far more satisfying to toy with those who understood the true nature of the evil they faced. "So, you are a clever girl as well as pretty, and know something of us and our ways," her new master noted approvingly. "That is good, you will learn quickly and not waste too much of my valuable time." He was amused by the confusion her face betrayed. "What? Did you actually think my interest in a common peasant girl was sexual?" He gave a sneering laugh, "With one word I can have a dozen succubi naked and grovelling before me, each begging me more tearfully than the last, for the honour of merely gazing upon my cock. Ah, my poor, foolish little pet," he continued, his tone both patronizing and threatening, "I know how anxious you must be to win your master's favour. Rest assured that I have a special task set aside for you, my sweet one, one which you can truly hope to excel at." That said, he opened the door of the coach and gestured for her to enter.

Khulan stepped unwillingly into the red-velvet interior, and was immediately enveloped in a scent that must have been pleasingly floral once, but was now musty and stale. Taking a seat on one of the two upholstered benches, she could not suppress a shudder of revulsion at the way the plump cushions seemed to cling to her as she sank into their crimson flesh. The windows of the small coach were covered with shades, so Khulan spent the whole journey staring intently at the floor, her hands, and anything else that allowed her to avoid looking at Lord Sechen, all the while agonizing over what foul purpose he might intend her for. He, on the other hand, appeared quite content to pass the time silently watching her, like the owl might a mouse, and she could feel his cold gaze penetrating her very soul.

They rumbled along the city's cobblestone streets for a time, never slowing, the noise of the wooden wheels on the pavement drowning out all other sounds expect for the occasional angry cry as someone was forced to scurry out of their way. Soon the rough stones gave way to one of the deeply rutted roads leading out of town: these main thoroughfares were dotted with villages. Khulan listened intently whenever the sounds seeping in from outside indicated that they were passing through one of these hamlets, searching for any familiar voice that would tell her she was home once more. Desperate thoughts of darting out the door and back to the farm ran through her mind as she listened: surely her father would change his mind about selling her when he found out what sort of man had purchased her. Time dragged by, and with it her hope faded as the villages became less frequent and then ceased altogether. Only the occasional slowing down to make a turn now broke the monotony of the trip and, all hope of escaping vanished, Khulan stared miserably at her tightly clutched hands in her lap.

After what seemed many hours, the vehicle finally came to a halt, and Khulan breathed a sigh of relief. She eagerly took her master's proffered hand and let herself be helped to the ground, her relief at being free of the coach briefly outweighing her fear of what awaited her. The sight that met her eyes as she emerged was one of savage beauty. The giant fortress stood against a steep cliff of pure marble, and its very walls appeared to be constructed of the rock: as though a huge portion of the cliff face had been melted in an unimaginably intense heat, and then skilfully forged into the graceful towers and battlements that lay before her. The late afternoon sun glinted off the polished stone, making the whole edifice sparkle like some fairy palace; however, the illusion was lost once closer inspection revealed multitudes of skulls lining the ramparts. Most were not human, being rather of some monstrous origin, and all appeared to be grinning gleefully down upon those who approached.

"Excited to see your new home?" Khuyildar inquired, a fleeting smile passing across his face as he deliberately misinterpreted her palpable relief at no longer being confined with him, "Well I shan't keep you waiting then, come along." He started off at a quick pace, forcing Khulan to break into a jog to keep up. They passed through the open portcullis of the main gate, then cut across one corner of the courtyard, ending up at a large wooden door that was reinforced with iron bars. As he muttered something under his breath the door swung open, and he swiftly issued her into the insubstantial gloom beyond.

The reason she had not been able to make out any floor beyond the door became immediately obvious to Khulan, as she nearly fell headfirst down the long, twisting staircase: it was only her master's swift grasp of her arm that prevented her fall.

"Steady now pet, you must control your enthusiasm: I wouldn't want you to be 'accidentally' injured." His emphasis of the word 'accidentally' left her in no doubt as to the threat underlying the seemingly considerate statement. "Won't Torolchi be pleased with you, so few slaves display such eagerness to meet their keeper." Retaining his grip on her arm, Khuyildar steered her down the stairs.

They emerged into a long, damp underground tunnel, sporadically lit by the reddish glow of unnaturally bright and smokeless torches, and periodically echoing with screams or harsh snarls of unseen beasts. Khulan gave up any hope of escape as her captor led her through countless identical intersections. She knew she would never be able to retrace her steps through this labyrinth. Turning left at yet another intersection, they ascended a much shorter fight of stairs ending in a cast-iron gate. At a murmur from Khuyildar the heavy gate swung upon, its hinges shrieking in protest, and he hurried her along more tunnels, indistinguishable from the ones below except for being a good deal drier.

Passing through a doorway at her master's heels, Khulan found herself in a large, open chamber, with numerous passageways leading out of it. In one corner of the room a number of men in light armour, and armed with long swords or sabres, were gathered. They appeared to be amusing themselves by tormenting a young woman they had cornered, some vigorously debating what sorts of horrors they should inflict on her, and the rest breaking out in raucous laughter at the cries with which she greeted their companions' suggestions. Beyond the guards she could see a few more women, and several men, scurrying from one passageway to another, each looking relieved to see the guards thoroughly occupied.

"Torolchi!"

One of the larger men spun around at the sharp command, hurriedly sheathed the dagger he had been stroking across the terrified woman's chest, and quickly came to stand before his lord, "Yes, Lord Sechen?"

Khuyildar pushed Khulan in front of him, "See that this one gets settled in, would you. She is not to be injured to an extent that would threaten her health, and at some point I will order that she stop receiving the potion that prevents conception, at which time it will be up to you to assure that no one penetrates her. Beyond that, do with her as you will." Upon finishing, he turned abruptly and disappeared whence he had come.

Throughout his lord's speech, Torolchi had been appreciatively eying the pretty girl's slender waist and voluptuous curves. Appearance had no importance to Lord Sechen, money, however, did. Since he procured his slaves for non-sexual purposes, mostly to use as rewards for his demons (who were likewise unconcerned with outward appearances, requiring only that they be living), he did not waste money on beauty. Although it worked out well for the lord and his demons, it was not so good for Torolchi, who had more prosaic desires when it came to women. Most of the women brought to Torolchi were unattractive, some downright hideous: he could not even remember the last time he had been with a woman whose body actually inspired real hunger in him. Looking at this girl's softly rounded hips, and the way her full breasts gently rocked with each breath, had him so aroused he could hardly see straight. He muttered something in reply to Lord Sechen, not even aware that his lord had already departed, and raised his eyes to her face. "Gods!" he swore hoarsely, even her face was beautiful: surrounded by long golden ringlets, her soft green eyes glowed behind long lashes, and her high cheek bones served to emphasize the moist, red lips he ached to feel pressed to his. Clutching her roughly by the arm, and practically dragging her in his haste, he took her down one of the passageways and into his bedchamber.

Although not overly experienced in these matters, Khulan knew enough to recognize the lust burning in Torolchi's eyes as he looked at her, so her subsequent rapid removal to his bedroom came as no surprise. In fact, she went with him quite happily, considerably relieved that he appeared to be planning on enjoying her privately, rather than sharing with all the other guards as she had feared he would. She gave him her full cooperation as he pulled her to him and devoured her mouth with his own, nipping gently at his lips with her teeth and pushing her tongue into his mouth, as she pressed her own body to his. He was not an unattractive man, so she had hopes that this would not be an entirely unpleasant experience; in the back of her mind she even hoped that, if she pleased him enough, he might continue to keep her to himself.

She continued to offer no resistance as his callused hands tore off the thin dress she had been wearing, his own plate mail and hauberk swiftly following, soon to be accompanied by his thick leather shirt. The roughness of his skin brought her nipples to instant hardness, and sent shivers of pleasure down her spine, as he ran his hands over her like a man desperately trying to remind himself of the shape of a woman's body. She moved her hands to his pants, and undid the laces that were stretched almost to the point of breaking by his engorged cock. Letting his now loose trousers fall, and pushing down his smallclothes, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking the crown with one thumb.

Torolchi moaned in ecstasy and disbelief as he felt her tongue flick across his lips, immediately opening his mouth to grant it access and moaning again as their tongues met in a wet embrace. Not only was this woman not fighting him, she was actually responding to his touch! Her behaviour was incomprehensible, but he was far too aroused to be capable of coherently questioning her about it. In fact, as he felt her soft hands wrapping around his almost painfully aroused cock, even rational thought was beyond him.

Khulan's pussy grew wet with anticipation as she felt the thick organ twitch in her hands, oozing slippery precum, while its owner groaned and dug his fingers into her back. She had been unable to pleasure herself under the watchful eyes of the slave traders, and now that relief was in sight her body burned with weeks of suppressed hunger.

With something between a snarl and a groan Torolchi pressed her down on the bed and half-fell on top of her, his lips and tongue never breaking contact with hers. All other thoughts were driven aside by his need as he felt her guiding him to her opening, and he was aware only of his throbbing cock, and the warm, velvety wetness that was enveloping it. As soon as he felt the embrace of her inviting pussy, he instinctively plunged in to the hilt. She was so tight he thought he would cum on the spot and he tensed in anticipation, but after a moment the crisis passed and he was able to start thrusting at a deliciously slow pace, making every nerve in his body scream with raw, sensual pleasure. He would not be able to last for very long, it had been far too long since he had fucked like this.

Khulan gasped as his swollen head slid past her slick inner lips and forced its way into her wet pussy, stretching her wide-open as the thick shaft plowed into her aching cunt. She writhed in delicious torment, moaning in pleasure, as he slowly fucked her. Having to wait for his cock to fill her set her entire body on edge, making every sensation even more intense. After just two or three of his controlled thrusts, she found herself unable to resist pushing her own hips up to meet his downward plunge, overwhelmed by her lust.

The thrusting of her hips to meet his was more than he could take, and his movements became faster and faster as he lost all control over his body, his breath coming in shuddering gasps as his muscles tensed in anticipation of his rapidly approaching orgasm.

Khulan cried out in surprise and pleasure as her first orgasm hit, wrapping her arms tightly around Torolchi's broad back while her body shuddered in ecstasy. As she heard his answering cry, and felt his cock pulse within her, filling her with hot jets of his semen, she was rocked by another, still more intense orgasm.

Her spasming cunt muscles set off the most explosive release he had felt in years. With a guttural cry, he arched his back in ecstasy as wave after wave of intense sexual pleasure racked his body; finally collapsing on top her, completely spent. As he recovered a little he rolled over, pulling her with him so they lay side by side. After some moments he opened his eyes and regarded her, with both satisfaction and perplexity. "What in the nine hells got into you, girl? I have never had one of His Lordship's slaves behave in such a manner before."

Sensing he was not a man to be toyed with, Khulan was truthful: "To be honest I acted out of the hope that you might decide keep me for your own personal use. At least," she added with what she hopped was a seductive smile, "that was my initial motivation."

"I see." He said, looking at her with narrowed eyes. "So, you wish to make a deal then: my satisfaction for your protection from my men?" He continued on, not waiting for her confirmation, "Very well, but if you ever refuse me in any way, or fail to give me complete satisfaction, then our agreement is over, understood?"

Khulan nodded.

"Good. You will sleep here with me when I'm not on night duty. Otherwise, you sleep in your own bed. Come, I will show you to your room." With that he got up and started dressing.

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After Torolchi had left her in what he euphemistically called her 'room' (it was more of a cell with a bed), Khulan sat cross-legged upon her hard bed trying to sort out her thoughts. Perhaps it would not be so horrible, perhaps it would be just like being the whore of a city dweller except for living underground.

She had just about talked herself into accepting her imagined new life with Torolchi when she recalled Lord Sechen's words about having plans for her. Fear returned again as she tried to imagine what her fate might be at the dark mage's hands. Why was her fertility of such importance to her master? She knew that some moderately powerful conjurors would risk summoning a demon long enough for it to impregnate a human female, providing the mage was able to keep the fiend from dismembering the girl as it violated her - sex, as far as demons were concerned, was just a different way to enjoy reducing one's prey into bloody pulp. The demon spawn resulting from successful unions would have many of its father's dark powers, while being much easier for the mage to maintain control over. But Lord Sechen clearly had no trouble controlling real demons, so what interest could he possibly have in lesser demon-kin? But what other reason could he have for needing a fertile female?