Chapter 1: The Siege.
Takara struggled beneath the weight of a morbidly obese demon, pulling on the chains that bound her, spread-eagled, to the flat stone, her own smooth, bat-like wings torn and useless by her side. She was in a cavernous arena, somewhere deep in the Abyss. All around she saw thousands of demons, of all kinds, cheering and leering at her fate, most of them already jerking their cocks, anticipation the once great half-demon's punishment for failure.
The demon leaning over her, his disgusting, slimy folds rubbing against her smooth, flawless skin, looked towards someone. Takara followed his gaze, by lifting her head back, and saw him. Olar, the Demon Lord of this Abyssal Nation. Clad head to toe in armour that resembled the chitinous hide of some nightmarish instinct, his helmeted face was impossible to read, as he watched the scene impassively.
"Father, please!" Takara cried, her resolve breaking, tears flowing down her beautiful face. "The enemy stronghold was too well defended! They knew we were coming! We could not take them! Please! Give me another chance! Please. father. don't let them do this!!" By the end, her voice had become shrill with desperation.
Olar simply looked towards the waiting demon, and nodded. The pig like face grinned, then grabbing Takara's slender waist with one hand, the disgusting demon grabbed his huge, wart-covered cock with the other. Takara writhed, wriggling her hips, her full, round tits shaking with her struggles as she desperately tried to deny the monster entrance, but it was a useless battle. The demon's cock pushed against her beautiful. hairless cunny. Then, with a grunt of effort, rammed forward...
"AAAAHHHHH!!!" Takara awoke with a scream, panting. She was lying on the furs of her command tent, still clad in her short, silk nightdress, cut at the back to allow her wings room. A cold sweat making it cling somewhat. She sat up, wrapping her wings around herself, sobbing softly.
"Captain Takara?" The voice of one of her orc soldiers made her look up quickly, and saw one of them, a particularly brutal sergeant, name of Ikrat, if she recalled, standing at the entrance of her tent. She immediately wiped her tears, and leaped to her feet, breasts bouncing slightly, and glared at the intruder.
"What is it, Sergeant?" She demanded, her voice fierce, with barely a tremble.
"I thought I heard a scream. Thought you were under attack." Ikrat said, his eyes wandering over her perfect body, with a barely concealed leer.
Takara felt a chill run through her. She knew that pretty much orc, goblin, ogre, demon and mercenary in her army - her father's army, she corrected herself - lusted after her, and would rape her if they ever felt they could. She also knew that only the fear of how her father might react (and she secretly doubted he'd care, citing the Right of Might), and her own refusal to let them see any fear was keeping her safe. If word got out about this moment of weakness, the illusion would be shattered. There was only one thing to do.
Without warning, she suddenly lifted a hand, summoning a swirling ball of crackling, darkness. The orc's eyes widened in fear, too late, as flung the ball towards him. It struck him square in the chest, and he gave a scream of pain as the chaotic energy ripped through his body, tearing it apart from within. She watched impassively as the orc died a horrible, screaming death, but inside she felt sick. She knew that such power was a gift from her father, that most half-demons were lucky to get even a fraction of the power of their non-human heritage; she knew she was meant to revel in such power... but seeing it at work always felt so... wrong, even if it was her best method of defence.
By now, several of her other soldiers had gathered around, watching the scene with sadistic interest. Takara looked around at them, daring them to comment, then turned to a nearby ogre. "Corporal Trukk, congratulations on your promotion."
"Thank you, Mistress." The ogre bowed. "May I ask.... why did you kill him?"
"He asked too many questions, Sergeant." Takara's tone brooked no dissent. She then turned to the rest. "Pack up camp! We march for Castle Sunfire. It will be ours by dawn!" This was met with cheers, and the army moved to follow her command.
For her own part, Takara went back into her tent. Slipping out her nightshirt, she put on her armour, forged for her by her father's best smiths. It consisted of a dark steel breastplate, designed to accentuate her own large, round tits, and greaves for her shins and forearms. It left her totally naked from the waist to her knees. and only a black thong covered her smooth, hairless cunny. Her gorgeous arsecheeks were left almost totally bare. She then tied her fiery red hair, normally worn loose, in a high ponytail, keeping it out of the way for the battle to come.
She took up her weapon of choice, a jagged edged glaive, and stepped out to see her army ready to move. Thousands of evil eyes turned to her, most of them staring unashamedly at her barely concealed pussy. She quickly fought down the urge to just fly away fast as she could, knowing such a show of cowardice would be the end. "Alright, you abyssal maggots! Move!"
Helena looked over herself in the silver mirror, secretly admiring her beautiful body, currently clad only in a very short tunic that barely reached her upper thigh. The Paladin's figure was perfect, a mix of good breeding and training. Her breasts were full and lovely, with barely the slightest hint of sag, the tunic showing ample cleavage. Her waist was slender, her hips wide. Her legs were long and smooth, subtly muscled without losing an ounce of feminine grace.
She heard the door to her room in castle Sunfire open, and saw, in the mirror, her loyal squire, Martin, standing in the doorway. He looked like he had an important message, but when he saw her there, his gaze fell to her perfect arse, barely covered by the hem of her tunic, and his mouth went dry.
Normally, any man looking at her body like that would make her feel violated, but with Martin, she instead felt a small rush of warmth. She pretended not to notice him for a while, loving being admired by her young squire. After a admirably short time, he managed to remember his manners, and tore his gaze away from the heavenly view, and gave a polite cough.
Helena turned, pretending to notice him for the first time, and smiled sweetly, her beautiful features framed by her golden hair. "Oh, Martin! What is it?" She loved the way his adorable face reddened when she smiled. He might be a few years her junior, being somewhere in his mid teens, but the young man had grown on her.
"Scouts have reported in, the Enemy will be here soon," Martin saluted, doing his best to remain professional, despite the fact his heart was racing, and he could feel his cock stirring. "You're needed with the rest of the Paladins."
Helena glanced at the growing bulge in her squire's trousers, blushing slightly and quickly squashing down the naughty thoughts that bubbled to the surface. Instead, she concentrated on his cute, no, handsome features, with his slightly dishevelled auburn hair and his adoring deep green eyes. "Of course, Squire. Come, help me into my armour."
The armour in question was made from a lightweight mithril alloy, as strong as steel and yet with only half the weight. It consisted of a breastplate and matching greaves and bracers. A short skirt of hardened leather strips reached to her upper thigh, leaving a large expanse of her beautiful legs bare.
"Lady Helena?"
Helena looked down to where her squire was tightening the last straps of her greaves, smiling at the way he pointedly avoided looking up and enjoying the view up her legs. "Hmmm?"
"I was thinking, and I believe I'm ready to fight alongside you in the field, rather than in the reserves." He stood up, looking at her expectantly, hopefully.
The thought of Martin being in danger, of any chance of losing him to the horrors that were coming, filled Helena with a sudden dread. "NO!" She almost shouted, and Martin stepped back a bit, dismayed. She quickly lowered her tone again. "You're needed in the reserves, Martin. You'll be the only defence for the Chanters if the first defence fails. They are this land's last hope. I need you there." I need you safe.
"But I -" Martin began, his voice almost pleading.
"Please, Martin." Helena interrupted him, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. "Do this for me."
Martin closed his eyes, leaning into the hand ever so slightly, then nodded. "Yes, Mistress. I hear and obey."
Helena sat astride her warhorse, alongside her fellow Paladins, the highest order of knights, devoted to fighting evil in all its forms. She glanced up and back towards Castle Sunfire's Chapel Tower, where she hoped Martin would be safe with the rest of the reserves.
Knight-Commander Leon, the leader of these Paladins, rode up and down the line. Well into his 50s, but not yet ready to retire, he was a hardened veteran. "Alright, men!" He shouted, and Helena knew she was considered among them, despite being the only female in the squad. "I don't need to tell you how vital our job is. The army that comes wants only one thing, the total destruction of this castle, and the deaths... or worse... of all within. This is the last stand of the Light against Darkness. It's up to us Paladin's to meet them in the field of battle, and keep them away long enough for the Chanters to finish their Prayers. I expect each of you to fight with the courage you have shown again and again." He raised his sword in the air. "The Night is Dark!"
"But The Sun Will Rise!" The paladins shouted the customary response. Then, they nudged their steeds into action, and began to move.
At the head of the horde of orcs, ogres, demons and mercenary bandits, General Takara, daughter of the Dark Lord Olar, looked over the white towers of Castle Sunfire, the last bastion of Light against the Darkness. This was the last obstacle standing in the way of her father's total control of this world. One by one, his other half-demon sons had led armies to victory against other such bastions of the Light. Now it was all on her.
She could see the Paladins, shining knights in their resplendent armour, riding out into the field. As they rode in perfect, disciplined formation, she found herself drawn to one of them. A woman, with golden hair, as beautiful as the angels that her father and his minions loved to violate. Alongside her, she could see several of her followers had also noticed her... cocks already hardening at the thought of such a fine plaything.
Better you than me, whoever you are. Takara thought to herself, sighing slightly. She then rose her glaive, and shouted, "Charge!"
Helena's sword flashed, glowing with holy fire as she thrust it up into the ogre's belly, then rolled aside to avoid its tumbling corpse. The battle outside the castle walls had been going on for an hour now, the Paladins fighting to keep the demons away from the castle, giving the Clerics enough time to call upon the Light and drive back the demons.
Looking around, Helena saw she had gotten separated from the rest of the squad. Her horse had been killed a while before, and she had a few wounds of her own, but nothing her holy gifts couldn't handle.
Helena suddenly felt huge talons grabbing her, lifting her into the air. Looking up, she saw she was trapped in the claws of a massive, winged demon, resembling a nightmarish mix of bat and wasp. A long, thick tail, with what Helena realised was a cock on the end, started to push against her tight, virgin arse.
In desperation, she stabbed upwards with her sword, still in hand, driving into the demon's thick hide. It gave a growl of pain, and dropped her. From about 20 feet up, she landed flat on her back, dazed.
Before she recover, the demon was on her, pinning her wrists with its front talons, and grabbing her ankles with its rear talons, forcing her legs wide open. She struggled desperately, feeling her terror growing as she looked down to see the demon's monstrous cock pushing between her legs.
The demon's mandibles clicked in pleasure as it felt the folds of her pussylips stretching, as the cock rammed forward. Helena threw her head back and gave a soul wrenching scream of agony, as she felt the chitinous cock push deeper.
"AAAHHH! NOOOO! OH GODDESS, HELP ME! IT HUURTS!" She wailed, throwing her head side to side, long blonde hair flying, tears pouring down her beautiful cheeks, as the demon-cock pounded into her harder and faster. She could feel it punching her cervix with each brutal thrust, and she screamed over and over.
Martin gave a shout as he drove his spear at a gargoyle, fighting alongside the other reserves to protect the Chanters. The Paladin's were keeping most of the enemy army at bay, but a small horde of winged demons had swooped on the tower, attempting to harry, distract and kill the Chanters before they could finish the prayers that would drive the demons from the castle for good, making Sunfire an impenetrable bastion of Light.
A sudden yell of pain, followed by a gurgle, made him turn, to see one of the chanters grabbing at his ripped open throat, a winged demon's claws red with his blood. As he fell back, another Chanter stepped in, and continued the prayer, not missing a beat.
A pretty young female Chanter screamed as another demon wrapped its claws around her waist, lifting her into the air. She cried in terror as her robes were torn open, revealing a lovely young body, untouched until now. "NO! Please!" She looked down in terror, seeing the demon's huge cock pushing between her legs.
Martin had seen this, and he took up a javelin, taking aim.. but hesitated, worried about hitting the girl. And then it was too late, and the demon was out of range, ramming its cock up into the Chanter's virgin pussy. Even from this distance, her heart wrenching screams could be heard.
He could not dwell on that, however. He whispered a very quick prayer for her salvation... while also hoping the same wasn't happening to Helena. Right now, the Chanters needed to be allowed to finish their prayer. He rejoined the rest of the reserves in the defence. Behind him, over the screams, shouts and sounds of battle, he could hear the chanting reaching a crescendo.
Takara pulled the blade of her glaive out of the chest of a young Paladin. The poor man had been easy prey, distracted by her thong covered pussy.
"Such evil temptations will not work on me, bitch!" She turned at the voice, to see the Paladin Commander, still mounted, bearing down on her, his sword glowing with holy fire. Takara tensed, then rolled aside at the last moment, barely avoiding the deadly smite. She slashed at the horse's legs, and it stumbled forward.
Leon leapt from the saddle to avoid being trapped, and turned to meet his foe on the ground. Takara leapt into the air, using her wings to give her a boost, and slashed down at the Paladin. His sword came up, and met the blade, deflecting it aside. A quick riposte tore into one of her wings, and she fell to the ground again.
As she saw Leon raise his sword to deliver the finishing blow, she raised her hand, drawing at the darkness within. "I'm sorry..." She whispered, much to her own surprise, as it struck the Paladin. He gritted his teeth as he collapsed in agony, feeling his very spirit torn apart by the evil magic.
Still, he struggled to lift his sword, determined to finish of his foe even in death. Takara drove her glaive into his throat, finishing him off, rather than let him suffer the unholy energy.
She then turned her attention back to the castle.... just as a glow like a second sun appeared over the castle, then washed out. She saw demons close to the castle disintegrated in the light, their essences banished back to the Abyss. Others were driven back, unable to pass the shimmering globe that now encircled the castle. The castle was now impenetrable to the forces of Darkness.
Takara raised her glaive, and ordered the retreat.
Tears flowed down Helena's cheeks as she screamed and sobbed, feeling the insect-like demon's huge cock forcing its way into her womb with each thrust. Its claws had torn the straps of her breastplate, throwing the armour aside, and now its compound eyes watched her perfect tits bouncing with its brutal fuck-thrusts.
The demon suddenly rammed its cock deep inside her, and released a torrent of thick, foul cum into her womb. Helena threw her head back and gave a long wail of despair... just in time to see the flash of light, signalling he success of the Chanters.
The demon still pumping cum into her looked around, seeing its fellow demons retreating. With its cock still buried deep in her cunny, it took off into the air to rejoin its kin.
Takara's forces had gathered back at their former camp-site to regroup. They hadn't lost a lot, but it was useless to keep fighting now, Sunfire was lost to them.
Still, it was not a total loss. Thrown into the middle of the camp, stripped naked except for her greaves and bracers, was a female Paladin, with golden blonde hair, and a perfect body, with full, round tits and a beautiful, smooth cunny. All around, the orcs, demons and other monsters closed on her, eager to sate their lusts. She stumbled to her feet, trying to run, tits bouncing... only to find herself grabbed around the waist in an ogre's huge hands... and lowered onto his massive, erect cock, pushing into her tight, virgin arse. "NO! NO! NOT THERE!!!"
Takara watched the poor woman as she shrieked in agony, the ogre's cock forcing its way deeper past her perfect arsecheeks. She tried to stop her own shaking, looking away, only to suddenly feel something pushing against her from behind. She spun around, to see the towering figure of a demon leering down at her, its monstrous cocks... 2 of them, oozing pre-cum.
She snarled, putting on a air of extreme annoyance. "Out of my way, Demon! You forget your-"
She was interrupted by the demon lifting her into the air, leering at her. "You failed us, you failed our Master. You're not General any longer, bitch!" It growled, tearing away her breastplate as if it was paper. Takara struggled, her wings, one of them still torn and useless from the battle before, flapping, and looked around, seeing several of her former men gathering, eager.
As she felt the cocks of the demon pushing against her hairless cunt and gorgeous arse, she threw her head back, and screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"...
