Page 5 of Demonchild

Someone was coming.

The demon turned in the direction of the sound and waited with quiet anticipation. His keen ears detected other, softer sounds. The shuffle of bare feet on dry leaves. The steady sound of air entering and leaving a pair of human lungs.

Then he saw her.

Slowly, cautiously, she emerged from the shadows of the forest. Her bare skin shone like marble in the moonlight. She was the most feminine woman he had ever seen, and he had seen thousands. Her breasts were round and full, and they swayed softly with every step. Her hair was long and black as oblivion, and down below, a matching triangle of dark curls nestled between her plump thighs.

His cock went as rigid as a spear. His balls ached with desire.

Had it not been for the darkstone ring, he would have already had the woman down on the grass with his prick thrust deep between her open legs. She probably would have screamed in terror at first, but by the time he was finished with her, she would be screaming for other reasons, and begging for more.

But alas, the stones did not permit it.

So he would just have to convince her to come to him.

She approached cautiously, like a cat, her wide eyes scanning the area between the pillars of the darkstone ring.

“Hello?” she said, her voice taut with fear. “Is… issomeonethere?”

She couldn’t see him. He could have revealed himself to her easily enough, but he found invisibility useful for instilling an appropriate sense of wonder and fear.

“Hello?” she said again.

He didn’t answer right away. He waited until he saw a shadow of doubt touch her pretty face. She was probably starting to wonder if she’d even really heard him before. Her doubt shifted into disappointment. He waited until she started to pick up her gown before he spoke again.

“Put that down.”

The woman almost jumped out of her skin, but this time she didn’t run for the trees. She still had her hand on the gown.

“Put it down,” he said again, more gently this time. “If you wish to converse with me, you will do so without clothing.”

The fear was still there, but now he saw a spark of defiance behind her dark eyes.

“Who says I wish to converse with you, demon?”

He chuckled. “Come now, woman. Why else would you be here? You summoned me. I came. Now put down your fucking robe, or this conversation is over.”

The spark of defiance burned brighter, but she did as she was told. She left the garment lying on the grass and stood up, using her arms and hands to cover her nipples and the patch of dark fur between her legs. He was tempted to tell her to stop covering herself like that, but he sensed it was better not to push too hard. As long as he was inside the magic barrier, she was the one in control.

Besides, he found her modesty oddly enticing.

He was going to enjoy corrupting this one.

“Who are you?” the woman asked. “I mean, what is your name?”

“I go by many names,” he answered, “but you may call me Beliath. And what about you? With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?”

The woman stood up straight, and her face took on a haughty expression.

“I am Queen Malissa of Drachenval, wife of King Wulfgang the Fourth, and Icommandyou to do my bidding!”

This time, Beliath did not merely chuckle, he laughed out loud, a great booming laugh that shook the stone pillars around him. The woman shook too, and her face blanched as white as the moon.

“I am not one of your subjects,” Beliath said. “You have summoned me, and you may banish me again if you know how, but you cannot force me do anything against my will.”

The woman looked crestfallen.

“However,” Beliath continued in a softer, gentler voice, “I am open to the possibility of a fairexchange. Now, why don’t you tell me what it is you want, and I will let you know if I can help you… and what price you must pay.”

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