The Demon Queen

But she just laughed again and nodded. "Rest easy, weary warrior. It is safe for any creature of blood and sweat to drink. Demons of the rookery will find the nourishment of my essence, but a human will find nothing but sweet deliciousness." She inched herself forward over him, slowly, and he shivered as he felt her clenching depths massage his length, almost pulling a groan from him. And then she sank herself back down onto him, with a little more impact, bouncing her ass to almost slap into his thighs. He did groan this time. As she did, she took his shoulders again, and pulled him up to sitting once more.

"Thought... you wanted... to... pin me down, be all dominant and boss me around."

"Sometimes I will. Tonight is our first night together, paladin, and I find myself... excited, to be able to treat the knight that has infuriated me so, with a gentler touch." Again she wrapped her legs around him as she let her weight sink herself onto him to the hilt, and he shivered as he felt her clenching slit soak him. She was excited. "Come, drink."

Excited? Considering who she was, he figured this must have been a boring, almost blazé night for her. But there was no denying that she was quivering, or that her insides were dripping.

"I... still don't know, if—"

She let out a long sigh, and leaned back. As she did, one hand held his neck, while the other slipped into his hair to cradle his head. She arched her back, pushed her breasts forward, and guided his face down toward one of her breasts.

"I swear to you, it is harmless. You will enjoy it. And I will enjoy it." The claws in his hair swam about, finding waves and curling into them, while her other hand tickled and massaged his neck where it met his shoulder. She looked at him, her mask-like face hiding any expression, but her body language was full of anticipation. She was craving it, expectant and desperate to have his lips on her nipple, on her areola, and to devour her.

His life was hers anyway, and she sounded sincere enough. And, he did want to keep touching her. Much as this was being forced on him, it was hardly the worst thing she could have been ordering him to do. It was even a pleasing thing to be forced to do, and the damn woman knew it would be, too. She was beautiful, in a demon-y way, and he couldn't help but be aroused by the way she both looked, and felt. He wanted more of her. Sexual arousal clouded his mind, and he knew it, like a drunk man unable to resist their baser urges.

There was no reason to not give in, though, not anymore. He didn't think she was lying, not after the pact they'd made; it wasn't like he could actually say no to her orders without risking the lives of his knights anyway. And so far, she'd done nothing but respect his space. That is, she'd respected his space until today. Of all the ways she could have chosen to finally use the power he'd given her, and order him to do something, he was finding it harder and harder to be mad at her for ordering him to do this.

Sighing, he leaned his head down, and set his lips onto the right breast she was guided him toward. He closed his eyes, and let the softness of her breast overwhelm half of his face, as he set his lips around her large nipple.

A little suckle was all it took to earn some of the white liquid, and he couldn't help but smile as pleasant sweetness wet his tongue. No strange flavor, no dark, insidious, corrupting energies he could sense, nothing but a small splash of a flowing liquid, slightly thicker than water, and tasted almost of honey.

He let out a small groan around her nipple, despite himself, and leaned in closer, burying his face in the soft, heavy mass of her breast. The engorged nipple filled his mouth, and he offered it a gentle suckle, instinct and desire taking over. His hands set on her hips, before drifting around to hold her back with how she arched her spine, keeping her breasts jutted out and pressed toward him.

"Nn..." With a very un-demon-like mewl, Pokala began to grind her hips toward him around, and added some left and right dips, her large ass pressing to his thighs and flexing in various patterns, as she cradled his head. "I have sensitive breasts, if you have not yet realized." He tried to lift his head, but she kept her hands on him, locking him in place. "No, do not stop. It... it's been so long since I've felt a human's kiss on them. It feels..." She let out a long, slow moan, and soon, her moan became a purr.

And as she purred, her hips moved faster, and her insides squeezed harder. He suckled a little harder as well, turning her purr into another mewl as another gush of milk splashed over his tongue. He eased up, letting her breast fall away a little so only the nipple's tip sat between his lips, and he offered it a few gentle kisses, before he leaned back in, and pulled more of her areola into his mouth to suckle more forcefully.

Her insides squeezed like a vise, and Pokala set both her hands on his shoulders for better leverage as she started to work her body back and forth in a proper fucking rhythm. Tight, so very tight, inhumanly tight. Every motion she made was a constricting bliss on his length, until he felt warm juices on his testicles.

Her insides started to tremble, clenching and releasing with the almost random rhythm of quivering muscles. Her wings spread, and her legs tightened around his waist, as her motions came to a halt. Her breathing turned into a few, short-lived pants, and her insides clenched down on his length until he winced. Her gripping depths relaxed for a moment, and leaked yet more of her trickling juices down onto him, before she squeezed again. And as she did, she hooked her right hand on the back of his head again, and pressed his head to her left breast, squashing them together until his face disappeared in the mountainous softness.

He could feel her milk flow down his chin, and over his shoulder from her other breast, warm and inviting. Pleasant. Gentle. A host of things he'd never associated with this creature who he'd defeated on the borders of the Valley several times.

"Cum for me, my knight," she whispered. "Melt into me. Become mine."

Uh oh. "I—"

She laughed and shook her head. "Do not take me so literally, Jonathan. Now, seriously, you are my knight, and I intend to treat you well, in many capacities. Such as... this one..." She leaned down over him, set her forehead to his, and squashed both her breasts into his chest as she hugged his sides. More of her milk leaked from her, small drops of warmth that trickled down his muscles. And, she squeezed, this time very deliberately, and she rolled her hips forward toward him as she did. "Surely, this bliss is something you wish to continue."

"Is that the only reason you're doing this? To keep me around?" He could tell he was on the edge, growing heat underneath his testicles reaching boiling, and drops of his precum leaking out of him and into her, each sparking tingling bliss along his glans. Refusing to move didn't seem to make a different to the demon queen, who took just as much delight in milking him slowly.

"No." She shook her head, forehead still against his. "There are reasons you will wish to remain alive as my knight, Jonathan, other reasons. I am confident they will be enough to convince you. This, on the other hand, is because the thought of you, thorn in my side, Knight of Tanderous, filling me with his seed, is deliriously arousing." She unhooked her legs, set her knees on the bed, and pushed him down onto his back again. "I am doing this because I enjoy it, and I know you do as well." Chuckling, she took his hands, set them on her thighs, and began to dance.

He was awestruck. This demon, a vile creature he'd only known as a threat to the Valley, was dancing for him. She rolled her hips from side to side and back and forth, drawing an 8 along his pelvis with her body, as she milked him.

Unable to resist any longer, he closed his eyes for a moment, felt the building heat at the base of his cock explode, released the clenching muscle, and let his cum gush up his length. An almost painful wave of bliss hit him as her hot insides squeezed, and Pokala chuckled as she looked down at him. She did not stop dancing.

"Humans are such strange creatures," she said as she dipped her hips around and aronud. "You look almost as if you are in pain, as you enjoy orgasm."

He almost made a comment, something about 'well when you're this tight', but it was banter he was not comfortable making, not with her, not yet.

"I... guess." But it was true, that she really was that tight, and every motion she made was delicious friction on his length, massaging and squeezing and milking, until he knew it was more than her juices trickling off his testicles. Every moment was exquisite bliss, and he struggled to breathe as she danced, drawing more and more of his cum into her depth.

"I understand that your life has been destroyed, Jonathan." She leaned forward, set her claws against his shoulders, and settled her dance until she'd grown still. "You came to me out of desperation. Now, I ask you to understand, that you have presented me with an opportunity to mend bridges, and perhaps form... a friendship."

"Friendship?" He raised a brow at that, post-orgasm clarity starting to wipe away thoughts of breasts and bliss. It'd only last a few moments, and it was a good idea to take advantage of it while he could. "I'm your slave, Pokala, not your—"

"Shhh." She set a claw on his lips. Even without lips of her own, he could tell she was grinning, in some way or another. "I have all the time in the world to convince you others, my knight. All the time in the world."

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~~One week later~~

He walked the castle hallways, dressed in his shirt, trousers, and shoes. No need to wear armor. At this point, he was confident Pokala wasn't going to go back on her word and attack him or his fellow knights. The other demons had been successfully pacified as well. They were safe.

Safe, and being treated well. Too well. They were being fed meat the demons had found from what few animals drifted near, and the demons were also sent out to fetch forage for them. What the demons were eating, he still didn't know, but it wasn't his knights, and for now that was good enough. With all the horrible luck his squad had faced, he didn't feel like questioning the unusual good luck being dumped on him.

Eric and Samantha had always been friends, and while they weren't romantically interested in each other, it was clear they were becoming closer friends, relying on each other, and talking to each other. Samantha talked to Eric of her husband, and he talked to her of his sister. They used to talk to him about such things, when times were better, but they didn't anymore. Probably to spare him the burden of their woes, considering he'd sold his life to a demon, and had plenty of burden to carry at this point. Now, and for as long as he lived.

And, try as he might to feel like he should be miserable, the past week had been nothing but blissful. His knights were expecting him to feel horrible, but Pokala had had sex with him no less than twenty times in the past eight days. She was very, very talented in the art, and had made sure each orgasm — more than twenty — had been paralyzingly amazing. On several occasions, she'd invited some of her succubus kin into the bed with them, and by the end of those nights, he could barely move.

Sighing, he shook his head free of guilt, and let the reality bubble up from the misery. He'd saved his knights, and they were going to recover. They'd survive, recover, and either prepare for a journey across the Wastelands, or do whatever it was that they desired. He—

He stopped, and froze. Putting his back to the cave tunnel wall, he held a hand up to his ear and turned his head, looking for the sound. He knew that sound. A woman, cries, whimpers of pain.

He choked down the rising anxiety, and followed the noise. No, this couldn't be happening. Pokala wouldn't let any of her demon horde hurt Vivienne or Samantha. But he doubted any of the female demons made those sorts of noises; even Pokala, in the middle of sex, made noises wholly unique. It had to be Vivi or Sam, and he wasn't going to lose anymore of his people. No more.

He stopped in one of the doorways, and poked his head out enough to see. They didn't believe in doors in Pokala's castle, with only the entrance to the castle having gates. All rooms were open, available to be walked into, and he almost charged into the room, with sword swinging and shield held high. He had no sword, no shield, no armor, but if he could use his fists, then maybe he could—

He stared, eyes wide, jaw dropped, as Vivienne held on to the demon's arms. The creature knelt upon one of the strange, red, soft-but-firm beds, and two of his hands held her waist, while another two held her legs, keeping her pelvis snug to his. Four arms, four hands, holding the woman's body horizontal a couple feet above the bed. Her legs were hooked around his waist, but considering how enormous the beast was, they weren't able to hook his mass completely.

For a moment, he thought she was being raped. But a second later, it was obvious that Vivienne was enjoying herself. More than obvious, she was in the midst of what could only be described as a full-body orgasm, with toes curling, legs shaking, and her head rolling back to dangle underneath her shoulders. There was no chance she'd notice Jon. There was no chance she'd notice anything, except for maybe that the demon she was fucking was slowly sliding her away, causing a large bulge Jon had not noticed to shift along her belly. But before the demon could remove his lengths — because, naturally, the four-armed enormous creature apparently had two — from Vivienne's body, he pulled her back down onto him, sinking her to the hilt, and earning a loud squeal from her.

And then, they resumed.

Jon ducked away, shook his head, and tried to dislodge the thought. Well, Pokala had said a lot of the demons had penises that were too large to fit inside a creature like her, but could fit into a human. Vivienne was taking advantage, evidently.

Jon drifted around the upper levels of the castle, and kept his ears open, no longer on the lookout for potential violence, but listening for potential fiestas of sex and pleasure. And he found them. While Samantha was still in mourning for her husband, and was out of the castle, Jon found several of his knights enjoying Pokala's offered pleasures.

Alanaar had two incubuses with him. Daniel had a succubus with him. Tuomas had four! Marcus had a succubus, but also another female-looking creature, larger and more muscular, with a dragon face; majestic, but hardly human. Marcus didn't seem to mind. If anything, the man looked enraptured by her powerful thighs and large ass... and tail.

Jon was hardly one to judge. Pokala's proportions may have been human, enormous breasts and tiny waist aside, but she was more inhuman than human. Inhuman, and overpoweringly beautiful in her strange, exotic way.

If his friends were comfortable enough to enjoy having sex with the demons, harmless sex since human and demon could not procreate, then perhaps he didn't to feel so guilty about enjoying his time with Pokala.

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"My knights are... settling in."

"Oh?"

"I didn't want them to settle here. They were supposed to go back, leave the Death Frontier, and try and rebuild their lives."

"I told you I would be more inviting than you considered possible." Pokala chuckled, and let out a quiet groan as she squeezed her breasts together, burying his length between them and pressing them to his pelvis and thighs. He sat upon her stomach, and she had her massive wings of black spikes spread on the bed. Her red breasts, soft, warm, heavy, leaked small trickles of milk down into the valley between them, coating his cock as he eased it back and forth against her supple skin.

Sex was a pleasant way to let the soul heal, he had to admit. Not thinking about the Valley, or at least not thinking about it constantly, had been a wondrous distraction.

Getting along with Pokala, on the other hand, he wasn't so sure about. He shouldn't have been getting along with a demon, much less a queen of demons. But, she was pleasant to talk to. She liked to talk about philosophy, music, and indulged him in conversations about the mysterious nature of Janavere. If she'd been human, and living in the Valley, she'd have joined him for tea in the shade on a sunny day.

He sighed, or groaned, as he struggled to keep from increasing his pace. The sensation of her enormous breasts, wet with her milk and overwhelming with their size, snug around his hidden cock and molding to his hands and thighs, was blissful. Pokala preferred to do their talking while they had sex, and this was a conversation they needed to have. But at the moment, he was the one experiencing pleasure, and she was just watching him bathe in it. It made the conversation a little difficult.

"Your land is far from here, my knight. And my abode is welcoming, is it not?" Pokala reached up from underneath him, and teased her claws up and down his chest. "While you live, my knight, I will bathe you in pleasures untold. While your companions remain, they are invited to join. I understand Vivienne has grown rather attached to Amund. Your friends insides must be sore, considering how large Amund is, and how rough I heard he's been with her."

"She... is getting to know him, yes." Jon nodded, and pressed her breasts together a little harder. His thumbs teased and massaged her nipples, earning squirts of milk, but also pulling the occasional moan from the demoness as he fucked her breasts. She liked it. He was growing to like it more and more.

"While I," she continued, "much prefer to enjoy sex our way. Slow, gentle, filled with... sensuality. I do not deny there can be appeal in Amund's approach, though it is not for me. I have seen what my guard has done to your friend, how he has left her a shivering mess, and flowing." He almost said something, but she chuckled first. "And many of my succubi and incubi have enjoyed pleasures at the hands of your knights. Such mischievous little creatures, are they not?"

Yes, they were. None of the succubi were in the bed with them today, but he wouldn't be surprised if they showed up later.

"And Samantha," she said, "has been training quite hard with Dormar."

"Training? For what?"

Chuckling up at him, she spread her wings as far as she could along the red bed, and ran her claws up and down his chest, almost hard enough to cut. She looked like a cat having a good stretch, all while he continued to fuck her breasts. It was hypnotizing.

Her legs pressed against his ass, her knees bent, and she started to gently push them against him, encouraging him to go faster. It didn't take much to send him over the blissful edge, and he let out a single, quiet moan, as he felt the heat of his cum flow up his length. It fell into the valley of her breasts, and as he slowed his thrusts, he felt a combination of her milk and his seed coat his cock. The tingling pleasure each thrust sent up his skin, wrapped tight in the supple skin of her breasts, was enough to leave him gasping.

"To join our forces against the Beizites, of course."

"... I'm sorry? What?"

Chuckling all the while, a slow, quiet, cocky and delighted chuckle, she reached up, and pushed him. Before he knew it, he was the one on his back, and she sat between his knees on the blankets. Leaning forward, she set her hands on the blankets around his waist, and let the size and weight of her breasts bury his length as they hung underneath her. The demoness was going to drain him dry.

"For months now, we have been battling the Beizites, Jonathan. Far from here, many miles from the Valley, but that is a battle I have been waging, as the blasted creatures have robbed us of the wildlife we once feasted upon. Now, we feast upon them."