Tainted Land, Tainted People

While the character of 'Doc' isn't mine, his owner was more than happy to give their blessing.

Warning: contains monsterfucking and possession.

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Doc dragged his fingers across the dirt path. "We're close."

"How can you be sure?" A villager called from the back of the mob.

"The soil's tainted. You can already see it affect the plants." He stood and gestured to an ash tree, its bark splitting as black thorns tore their way through. "Your demon must've been here for a while."

"Aye, we've always told our children to stay away from the woods." An older man nodded, lip curled in disgust. "Thought it was just folklore, myself, but whatever it is has grown bolder."

A young widower hugged a pitchfork to his chest, his gaze dropping to the floor.

"It's a good thing you came when you did, cleric. Had we sent for help, I doubt they would've made it back before the whole village disappeared."

Doc gave a solemn nod. He looked out at the dark forest with its gnarled trees and thick walls of bracken, an unsettling knot forming in his stomach. Definitely demonic corruption: the fey didn't blacken the soil or turn sap to ichor. Clasping his hands together, he mouthed a short prayer, finishing by kissing his fingertips through the veil covering most of his face. Gods give him strength and guidance, for he knew he'd need it.

He followed the path, the ragtag mob a few feet behind him. Doc resisted the urge to pull his cloth coif further over his head as their stares burnt into his back. Or, rather, his backside. Touches of red bloomed over his cheeks; the loose slit skirts cascading off his girlish hips did little to hide his' blessings.' Generous flashes of copper skin atop stark white thigh-high boots. Large, hazelnut eyes surrounded by long lashes. A slender torso cinched tight by a grey girdle atop a tight leotard.

That was what set the villagers muttering when he'd offered his help. A few mutters still floated behind Doc now: when you asked for a demon slayer, you expected a heroic build. Big man or woman, even bigger sword. He exhaled slowly. He didn't need strength, not when he had his faith.

"Where does this path lead?" He asked over his shoulder.

"Not sure." The older man shrugged. "No one comes this way."

"It might lead to the old manor!" Someone suggested.

Doc cocked his head. "I thought your lord was too far to ask for help?"

"He is. But generations ago, there was a noble lady. Never married and bore no children." The older man shook his head. "My great-grandfather was the last to see her. Said she'd gone mad and cast out all her staff. I can't imagine what it must've been like, dying all alone out here."

The villagers murmured amongst themselves, grips tightening on their cudgels and farming implements as sweat dripped down their brows.

"Y-you don't think she's behind this, do you?" The widower gulped.

"I don't know," Doc said, "Maybe not her. But it's not uncommon for the mad and desperate to turn to magic. Perhaps all this is the result of dark sorcery left—"

He stepped across an invisible line, and his blood froze. Fearful needles pricked his skin. Doc stopped dead in his tracks, the villagers barrelling into one another. His wide eyes flicked through the shadows. Mouth dry and heart pounding in his chest, he swallowed.

"We're here" He whispered.

No sooner had he said it than the signs became clearer: grey fog settled around them, thick enough to suffocate with its faint sulphurous smell. The twisting limbs reaching into the sky blurred and faded, becoming the silhouettes of dark horrors waiting to pounce. Brambles with finger-length thorns clawed onto the beaten path. The oppressive silence stole their breath and left them with only their thudding heartbeats to remind them they were still in the land of the living. For now.

The villagers huddled together, shuffling and clunking their tools. Murmuring became panicked whispers. Doc took a step back, hands clasped in front of him as if the mere suggestion of prayer could provide protection.

"Show yourself!" His voice cracked.

A shrill, mocking laughter echoed around them.

Doc looked about the fog, eyes flicking between dark, shifting shapes. One of the mob screamed, stumbling back and pointing. The group turned, weapons ready, shrinking back as a pair of red eyes gleamed in the darkness. A clawed finger lazily ripped through the fog, the grey veil dissipating until a single tree stood out from muddled colours. In its bows lounged a lanky figure; a five-foot frame stretched to seven or more.

"My, my... I wasn't expecting any guests today," The demon purred.

Its spindly legs hung from a branch, each with three toes tipped with enormous claws tapping against cracked bark. Smooth black hair fell down to its waist like a waterfall of ichor. Its only garment -a patterned red and gold silk gown— hung loosely about its purple shoulders. It held itself with a feminine authority: like a tyrannical queen about to sentence an unruly advisor to death.

She vainly examined her lengthy, black claws. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Are you the one responsible for the women disappearing from the surrounding villages?" Doc took a tentative step forward, running through every scrap of training in his head.

"Me?" The demon feigned indignation. "Such a horrid accusation!"

"Don't play games with us!" The widower pushed to the front of the crowd. He raised his pitchfork, hand trembling as he spoke through gritted teeth. "You took my love from me, you monster! Not more than a few days ago!"

"Oh? Was that adorable blonde your wife?" She propped her chin on the back of her hand and grinned. "My, but what good taste you have. She was delicious."

The young man screamed, tears streaming down his face as he dashed toward her.

"No!" Doc shouted.

Too late; the demon snapped her fingers, and the brambles beneath her lashed out. The widower thrashed and bellowed as thick, woody tentacles coiled around him. Thorns tore his skin like paper. Blood wet the soil. His cries of anger turned to fear, the twisting vines pulling him deeper. In a scarce few seconds, he vanished entirely into the underbrush, his stained pitchfork clattering to the ground. The bracken shrank back and lay perfectly still.

Doc swallowed back the bile in his throat. He clasped his trembling hands tighter, peaking his fingers and turning his terrified gaze up to the demon. "F-Foul fiend! You'll pay for what you've done."

"And who's going to make me, hmm? You? That pathetic band of farmers?" She chuckled, settling back against a branch. "If you all run now, I promise I won't take all the beautiful young women for myself. Maybe just once a year. I wouldn't want to get too gluttonous, after all."

"You won't be taking anyone else!"

Her noblewoman's laugh brought a flush of heat to his cheeks. "Oh? But you've already brought me the cutest little sacrifice imaginable. I prefer a little bit more on the chest, but you more than make up for it with those thighs."

The demon licked her lips with a long, forked tongue.

Taking a deep breath, Doc began to chant. Power welled up within him, running through his body like boiling water. It pooled at his fingertips until the heat became a bright white light. Hands apart, he drew symbols and circles in the air, fixing both his gaze and his willpower on the arrogant demon in front of him. The intricate pattern turned solid: a painting imbued with the light of heaven.

"I banish you, demon!" Doc cried, pushing the circle forward.

It flew through the air, expanding rapidly. Crashing through the tree, the light caught on the demon's skin. A flash, a sizzling noise, the smell of burning...

As the light faded, Doc's heart leapt: the demon lay slumped in the branches of the tree, limbs dangling and head thrown back. The villagers waited with bated breath. Doc stood straight, trying to peer closer without taking a step. Was it over so soon? Had it worked?

The sharp-featured face lolled back into view, wearing a bored expression. "Was that supposed to hurt, little girl?"

Doc's blood turned to ice.

Branches splintered. A sudden gust threw Doc back, only for a hand to snatch him out of the air. The villagers shouted and fell back as the demon held Doc out at arm's length, having crossed the distance in the blink of an eye. Doc scratched and clawed at the spindly fingers around his throat. Tendons like steel cables grew taut, tightening their grip. His legs kicked uselessly in the air. Gasping and wheezing, Doc grabbed the demon's thin wrist and tried to support himself.

"Aww, did you really think you could handle me?" The demon cooed, "Pathetic. I could snap your neck right now and leave you to rot. Oh, but it'd be such a waste..."

She picked apart the buttons on his girdle, the useless fabric falling into the dirt. A quick flick of a finger and the split skirt joined the pile, exposing the full extent of his enormous thighs.

"Well, well... you're not a girl at all, are you?" The demon dragged a sharp claw down over his leotard, tapping the tip of his bulge. "And here I thought I'd never find a boy to my tastes. Must be my lucky day."

Doc tried to choke out a reply, his cheeks burning brighter. Her tongue slithered up his neck and under his veil. The squirming appendage mixed with her mocking laughter sent shivers down his spine. A soft whine left him as she squeezed his throat.

"Oh, how adorable! I wonder what other noises I can wring out of you."

She shoved her tongue down his throat.

Slimy and prehensile, it thickened as it went until he could feel it fill his mouth completely. Wriggling, writhing, and bulging out his neck as it probed deeper. Doc's eyes rolled back, his breath stolen. Drool ran in small streams down his chin as the demon thrust her tongue between his lips. Gagging and gulping filled his ears. Stars danced on the edge of his vision.

Doc's legs clamped tightly together as a shudder worked through him; try as he might resist, his body reacted. Every brush past his plump lips sent a tingle down his spine. His own tongue, pressed flat in his mouth, wanted to squirm against the invader. Blood rushed away from his head.

The tongue pulled back, letting him gulp down fresh air.

"My, my, you enjoyed that!" The demon cackled. She traced the outline of his hardened cock with a claw. Fear, shame and arousal made him twitch against her. "I knew you were a pervert. Always the same with the pious types."

"I-I'm not...!" Doc whimpered. The white fabric grew dark as she teased pre-cum out of his tip.

"Look at you; only the barest touch and this thing is already gushing! How can you boys last a minute with something so sensitive swinging between your legs?" The demon grinned. "Oh, that gives me an idea..."

She cracked her jaw from side to side, mouth hanging loose. Her tongue shot forward again, plunging into Doc's panting mouth. But she didn't stop: more of her followed after, her body hissing and breaking apart at the edges. Purple skin became black smoke. Doc's eyes watered as he was forced to gulp down the burning blackness, thin tendrils working through his nose and ears and every pore in his body. The grip on his neck faded, and he fell to his knees.

"Cleric!" The older man shouted.

"No!" Doc raised a hand, choking through the smoke. "S-stay back! I don't-!"

Spasms wracked him. His muscles tensed, fingers and toes curling. He wriggled as a hot, uncomfortable sensation swirled inside him as if trying to rearrange his organs. Demonic laughter echoed in his mind. With one last shudder, Doc went limp.

He felt... numb. Not that he couldn't feel the packed dirt under his knees or his breath moving the veil. The acrid taste of smoke lingered in his mouth, still. No, the numbness was like a detachment. Like everything came second-hand. Doc raised his hand to push his coif back.

But, his hand didn't move.

He tried again. And again. Thinking, willing... nothing made him move! Even his fingers wouldn't curl into a fist. Terror gripped his heart, making it pound painfully fast.

"Cleric? Are you okay?" The older man asked, taking a step forward.

"Oh, this is fun!" Doc chuckled. Except he didn't: his voice, but not his words."You feel so... soft."

"Wh-what's going on?" He asked. This time he spoke for himself.

"What do you think, cutie?" He laughed."I'm borrowing you for a little while. I just couldn't resist an opportunity to play with a body like this."

The villagers shouted, bunching back together as Doc stood against his own will. His breathing quickened as his body cocked its hips, running its hands over his waist and thighs.

"Mm... and I thought the blonde had a set of curves on her. Oh, and what's that wonderful aching?" His finger ran along the rock-hard bulge in his leotard, and he shivered in delight."Fuck, yes! You boys have so many fun parts to play with!"

"D-demon?" Doc looked frantically around the forest. He yelped as he spanked himself.

"In the flesh. Or, rather, yours." The demon's chuckling came from both his throat and inside his mind."And so much of it too."

The demon turned Doc's back to the villagers, giving him another harsh spank. She made him peer over his shoulder, looking down at the red mark and jiggling flesh as she ran his hands over it. Doc's fingers sank into the copper skin, gently groping at his own soft flesh. His cock twitched, and he bit his lip: whether it was him or the demon, he couldn't tell.

"It's not just your body that belongs to me. I can see all your thoughts, your dreams, your memories... it's like you didn't even try to resist me! Such fun memories too. Let's see... oh. Oh, you are a naughty boy."

Doc's pulse leapt as dirty, lurid thoughts flooded his mind. "Stop that!"

"Why? Don't you want to relive all these moments?" His body moaned, his fingers groping at his cock."This part of you does."

Doc looked over at the mob of villagers, shame turning his face bright red. A few of them flushed the same shade, their eyes burning into him as the demon groped and stroked and explored every nook and cranny of his body. His coif and mantle fell to join the pile of discarded clothing. She forced him to purr as she ran his fingers through his short, curly hair. The veil went next.

The demon ran Doc's tongue along his plump lips, eyelids flickering. A tingling sensation worked down their shared spine. Two fingers brushed over his cheek. Doc's whine of protest cut short as the demon slipped his tongue between the digits, deliberately tickling the tips. A smirk, before she greedily slurped on them. Doc's knees knocked together, trying to push the sensations out of his head even as the demon moaned. Licking, sucking, noisily pumping his fingers between sensitive lips...

Sudden cries snapped them both out of it. A pair of villagers leapt forward, cudgels raised above their snarling faces. Doc tried to scream - to tell them it wouldn't help! -but his voice wouldn't come out.

The demon scoffed and waved Doc's hand dismissively.

War cries turned to startled shouts. The villagers hovered in the air, all but their eyes frozen in time. The demon laughed, hands on Doc's cocked hips, and flashed a smile at the remaining mob. They all shrank back, a few of them dropping their weapons.

"Oh, please. That was your best effort?" The demon spun a finger, making the floating captives spin as well."Don't you know who you're up against? I'm insulted you thought that would work!"

"Let them go," Doc demanded. It sounded more like begging, even to him, "It's me you want, right?"

She laughed."Hardly. No, you're nothing but a fun little toy for me to play with. Speaking of..."

The demon snapped his fingers, and a wall of bracken shot out behind the mob. They scrambled back, shouting and screaming. A dozen terrified faces turned to Doc as his body sashayed toward them. The demon tapped his chin, taking slow, sensual steps while the floating villagers crashed to the ground.

"Too old, too young, too grizzled... Ugh, humans are so boring. Let's see if we can't do better, hmm?"

Doc screamed in his own head, his arms refusing to stop. The demon traced circles in front of the terrified innocents, licking Doc's lips as the phantom symbols piled up. Doc didn't recognise any of the magic she was building. Her raw, hot power bubbled through his body, quashing his own divine might like a high-heel boot crushes a walnut. The demon admired her work for a moment, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

She blew the villagers a kiss, and the circle launched forward.

A chorus of inhumane shrieks and squeals echoed through the forest. Bones cracked. Flesh tore. Hair sprouted across ripped skin even as it knit itself back together. Jaws became sharp muzzles, new teeth splintering out of the old. Screams became howls. Whinnies. Bellows.

Doc trembled as the ex-villagers rose. Werewolves shook their furred faces, drool dripping from bared fangs. A muscular minotaur curled its fat fingers into fists and battered the dirt path. Horse-headed monstrosities snorted, their tails flicking behind them. All of them shared the same red eyes; glinting with a mindless malevolence.

"Much better." The demon purred. She forced their shared gaze lower, biting Doc's lip."Now, don't those look like fun?"

His face lit up, as the sea of monstrous cocks twitched into hardness. Flared tips, knotted canine cocks, shafts as thick as his arm... Blood rushed to all the wrong places. He squirmed as the demon stroked up his bulge, teasing the sensitive skin until they both shivered in delight and shame.

The demon curled Doc's finger."Come on, boys. We're waiting."

Snarls and snorts loped toward Doc, barrel-chested beasts knocking him to the floor in their haste. A miasma of sweat and musk surrounded him. Claws pulled him onto his knees, shoving his face against a thick, growing knot. Doc squirmed as beads of pre-cum oozed down the shaft and scolded his skin. The demon cooed, kissing the red flesh like a lover's neck. No amount of pleading or begging stopped Doc's hands from curling around a pair of rock-hard horse cocks, fingers barely stretching around the girth as he jerked them.

"Ooh, so eager!" the demon's laugh echoed in Doc's head as the monsters jostled for his attention."Isn't this so much more fun than resisting?"

Before he could protest, a firm hand pulled Doc away from the werewolf and up against the minotaur's sack. He squeaked and shuddered; the heat, the smell, the salty taste on his lips and tongue... The demon made him kiss and suckle on those massive balls, filling his head with thoughts of thick cum-shots. Bitter tasting cum splattering over his face and sliding down his throat. Gods, each nut would spill out of the palm of his hand!

Doc's legs clamped together as his hips wriggled. His hard cock strained against his thin white leotard, screaming in his head for him to stroke himself silly. Every brush of his lips or flick of his tongue sent shivers down Doc's spine and into his aching hilt. He had to resist; those thoughts weren't his! He would never submit to monsters like this!

"You keep telling yourself that," The demon said in his head.

She pulled them away from the fat minotaur cock, holding their mouth open and pushing Doc's tongue past his lips. An open invitation. A werewolf took it; ramming his pointed cock down Doc's throat a single rough thrust. Doc gagged, his hands leaping to the monster's thighs. But it didn't relent: claws digging into his scalp, the furred fiend fucked his face with wild abandon. The thick, fleshy knot smacked against his soft lips. Doc's own gulps and gags filled his ears. Helpless between the demon and the wolf, his mouth little more than a hole for a beast's pleasure.