Part 3
The strange woman was gliding ghostly down the boulder toward the squire. The next thing he remembered was her hand against his chest and his back against a tree. He looked into her narrowed violet eyes and scoffed, sliding from under her hand. "I don't know who you are, but if I don't pull that blasted thing out that stone, the voices are going to drive me crazy!"
He stepped onto the slanted rock and heard a voice yell out behind him, "Wait!"
The horned woman in the clinging white and green gown took a step toward him. "Listen human... You're testing ancient powers with this foolishness! I am Sorminra, a daemon of Hell, and that blade you so eagerly want to fetch is Hellbane, the fabled blade of the daemon-king Usaurhathoab! I have guarded it in these woods for thousands of years, warding this place from any who would seek it."
Max paused at the name, craning his head with a raised brow, "You-so-bob?"
"No! Usaurhathoab! Don't you know of our terrible king!"
"Usu al baba--what?" Max furrowed at the strange name.
"Us-aur-hat-hoa-b. It's not so hard!" Sorminra growled.
Max continued his climb chuckling at the foolish name.
"Do you not know the legend of Usaurhathoab and Reion? Of their fabled swords, the accursed Hellbane and holy Godspear?"
Max shrugged, "Listen, there's new religions sprouting out the mouths of each priest you come across. I know of Reion and the Fifty Scriptures, and that's about it. I don't know of your Us-Bub-Bob-Bu or whatever." his fingers hovered over pommel.
Sorminra watched with anger burning in her violet eyes. "So be it then... but know this human... Once you claim Hellbane, a great many curses will follow you."
The squire paused, a look passed from the whispering blade to the daemon. He furrowed and stepped back, "Curses?"
She spread her arms wide. "Aye, a myriad of hexes will stalk you for the rest of your pitiful days."
"Like what?"
"You will be condemned to hell! There's no heaven for you if you take Hellbane."
Max mused, squiring for Ser Arthur, in his mind, seemed worse than anything hell could dare conceive.
Sorminra continued, "You will lose your humanity. Hellbane will change you, Usaurhathoab imbued into that steel his most depraved thoughts, his desires and dark rage!"
Max thought humanity sounded nice, but the night his father died, something was ripped from him. Maybe the hollow feeling that lingered thereafter was where his humanity was meant to be.
She warned, "You will be hunted, countless traitors of Hell and agents of Reion walk this earth seeking that accursed sword!"
He would fight whomever until his last breath. He felt condemned anyway.
"If such a time comes and Reion calls for his own champion, you will have to fight whoever wields Godspear!"
Who could that be? People have already forgotten about Hellbane and Godspear. Who's to say Reion himself did not? "Is that all? Condemnation? Depravity? Insanity?" he spat.
The daemon nodded and watched as he stepped closer to the calling blade.
He scoffed, "Sounds like any other day to me." His muscles tensed, and his fingers grabbed the ageless leather of the hilt.
The pommel awoke, blaring crimson eyes. Vaporous plumes rose from the daemon headed cross-guard. Sorminra watched as Max began to tug on the sword. It pulsed with a rousing yowl only they could hear. Black hellish tentacles rose from the pale stone and coiled around his legs, sealing him to his pact. From the tapering mouth of the daemon-faced crossguard ancient blood slithered down, puddling into the runes, awakening them from their long forgotten slumber with a crimson glow.
Sorminra watched the rite with wonder. Her ancient brain filling with images and forgotten scripts. She gasped, realization tumbling through her waking mind "WAIT! There's another curse...!"
From the bowels of hell, where the most ancient furnaces burnt cosmically, conjured a rumble beneath his feet. The stone growled, charged by forsaken lords of the fiery dominion as a violent gale ripped savagely into the world of man. A deep supernatural roar spilled from the gash in the stone as Max tore the sword free from its ancient prison. In one deep voice was the sword itself, blackest of tones laced with unloving hatred, "Usaurhathoab" it growled chaotically.
Unearthly energies animated throughout his body. His eyes were injected with a glossy blackness that was not his own. His torn hand - like was work of sacrosanct seamstress - knitted together quaintly. His hair lengthened slightly down his shoulders as he looked up at the primeval moon. Hellbane's pommel glowed like autumn rubies in desert nights.
"How... how do you feel?" Sorminra asked, the only words that would come.
Max turned to her and spoke with an amalgamated voice of depravity and his own brusque tone that made her shudder demurely, "I... ache..."
"Then it is done, Maxwell, Hellbane is yours."
"No!" the black-eyed squire barked with a thunderous tone. "It is not done. The last curse?" He pointed the sword at her, grinning with teeth that were all too ominous. "Tell it to me.'
She licked her lips before answering, "You are cursed to unquenchable lust. You will need release, lest you lose your mind." she said, dipping her head in a bow. She looked up to see the squire stapping to the foot of the boulder, his hell-touched eyes ached with desire.
"Give me release." he whispered in a growl only she could hear.
Her body lurched wantonly as she stepped magnetically toward him. He grabbed her by the back of neck and she moaned. Then he ferociously took her lips, and their tongues met savagely in each other's mouths. Their tongues rolled over each other as Max pulled her into his chest, one hand snaking down toward her firm buttocks. He clutched at her ass and pulled her hips against him so she could feel his virile manhood press against her crotch.
Her breath filled his mouth when she moaned. Her hands groped with feverish excitement at his tunic. They broke the kiss only to gaze dazedly at one another, locking their mouths once again. The hell-drunk Max groaned as Sorminra's nails raked across his back, tracing over corded muscle. He lifted his chin and allowed her lips to dip and lay wet kisses along his neck. Her lissom body bowed as she licked his exposed skin, tasting his sweat on his taut, rigid chest.
Her horns twisted backward when she knelt, the fabric of his trousers bulged over his throbbing cock. Her fingers hooked the waistband and pulled it down to reveal the growing shaft which spring forth like an enraged adder.
"Oh!" she rasped breathlessly as his half-hard cock swelled. "You're bigger than most daemon-lords I know!" Her hand wrapped around the ardent shaft and began to jerk in slow, torturous tugs. Her fingers stretched around its thickness as it pulsed to its full, throbbing vigour.
A cold wind wrung through the canopy as he grunted. Her fingers toyed with the shaft for a moment as Max seized some of her glistening hair, tugging on it to remind her who was in charge. She grinned at his attempt to control their foreplay and decided to entertain him. She pushed back his foreskin, revealing the swollen head underneath, and ran her tongue around it, dipping into his slit to lap at his pre-cum before wrapping her lips around it, hollowing her cheeks as she did.
He tensed as wet feverous heat enveloped his cock head and her slick tongue couched the underside of his cock before pulling back. She reached up to cup his balls, fondling them for a moment with her palm before sloppily licking them as he groaned and grunted. She ran her tongue back up the gleaming rod in before taking the head back into her mouth.
Her head descended slowly, adding an inch of his thick length into her tightening throat, humming musically -- making him bestial with her slurps. Bands of her silvery spit hung from her chin as she sucked his raging cock. Sorminra had fucked incubi and succubae and monsters alike in her time, but never had one of them filled her with such maddening arousal like this possessed soul. She wondered whether t'was scripted destiny that they meet as she engulfed his polished dick.
She purred when the human began to thrust as she began pump his cock in her mouth. He was slow, kind at first, but the when she felt his fingers coiled around her horns, an amorous growl swelled out his mouth like his girth. She braced her left hand against his muscled thigh as the other dug into his rigid buttock, her nails drawing blood. A pool of her saliva welled up in her gurgling mouth as Max fucked her tight throat with savage strokes. She felt his length slide over her tongue with increasing pace. Glossy strands of spit splattered his thighs and balls slapping her chin. Her saliva hung from their union, dripping into the grass like a layer of dew.
"Mmmmmm... That's it...'' approved the plunging herald, his laced, guttural voice heavy.
Sorminra was peppered with sensations unlike any she had ever felt. Her dusky skin became prickled and her aching throat throbbed like her swollen cunt. She muffled something as he pulled back from her throat. She slurped the excess dribble, swallowed and lurched forward to meet the cock as it snaked back into her sweltering mouth.
Through his murky eyes, Max saw her daemonic wings unfurl, quivering as her garment spell became undone. He looked down to see her face glossy with spit, cheeks hollowed, violet eyes iridescent with lust as they looked up lovingly at him. Her lips pursed around his dick, as she arched her naked body to show how dominant his bestial thrusts were. This hellish face fucking, an accursed sacrament, drove all his waking senses to a raging zenith. Sorminra felt his thighs tighten, his thrusts quicken, his hands feverishly tightened around her horns so much it hurt. She knew he was close.
Her hands moved to her breasts, squeezing the pliant flesh. Her fingers tweaked one dark nipple and than the other, tugging on the golden rings to fling her bliss farther. Then one hand dipped to her aching pussy, already swollen and trickling with her unholy juices. The fleshy folds parted as she stroked her clit through slick fluid, pinching it and smearing her wetness to spread over the pouting lips and the sensitive nub. Her hand rose to rub the secreted honey onto her enlarged nipples as both hands pinched them to quell their cries for attention. She glazed her tits with the glistening nectar that trickled down her thighs. She liked that sweet, divine taste of herself, and knew Max would to, when it was his turn to please.
The pleasure they felt surpassed any either of them had ever felt under the moon of earth or hell. The sensations heightened when Sorminra raked her fingers up his chest, scratching his skin as Max drove savagely into her again, and again, and again. Their dark amalgamation of pleasure and pain exploded in a violent, hoarse orgasm.
Max felt unearthly tendrils ripple up his legs, pulsating fire electrifying his undulating veins as sensation welled up his clenching balls. His cock swelled and bulged in her tightening throat which vibrated as he lurched on his toes. With one hand, her nails dug into the flesh of his ass as her pussy squeezed the pumping fingers of her othe rhand in a velvet vice. She sucked as a splintering madness pulsed through her body and she felt his cock forcefully erupt a hot strand of cum down her throat.
"Ughhhh... mmmm....." his hips bucked.
Another pulse of his hot seed blasted her throat as she swallowed. Rearing her head, and pulling his cock nearly free, she felt another warm splatter across her pink tongue. Her body trembled as her lips clamped around his girth and she stroked the sloppy shaft with one hand as another rubbed her clit. Her pussy gushing with glossy juices while Max's cum, hellishly sweet, flooded her yearning mouth. Her jerking hand coaxed more strands to spew from the blistering head, splashing violently across the roof of her mouth, and covering her tongue. He thrust wearily into her mouth and felt the last spurt of seed dribble from his cock like the last drop from the spigot on an empty keg.
"By God...." he grumbled in a more human voice as her hot mouth slurped around his dick. "Sorminra..."
She flushed as he said her name. He remembered it, a lot of her partners never did.
That thunderous growl expunged out his throat as he looked down at her, eyes black with daemonic influence. "Swallow..." it commanded.
Sorminra swallowed the remnants of cum from his glazed cock and let it fall sloppily from puckered lips. She kissed the wet head and stroked its half-hard length, collecting a mixture of cum and spit along the shaft before aiming the dribbling mess onto her large tits. She looked up when she felt a firm hand on one horn, her violet eyes glossy with want.
Smirking, she blew a wisp of air over the shaft which jerked in response, "You know?... you're not all too bad for a human, now that I look at you,"
"Shut up..." the squire spoke darkly, feeling his cock rise again under her ministration. "I ache..."
"Well then, let me help-"
"MAX! Max!... where are you?" a voice rose from the woods by the pond.
Sorminra knew it was a woman, it was laced with too much worry.
"Max! Max!..." it cried, shuffling in their direction.
Sorminra watched as the squire's head turn in its direction, his eyes narrowing as a semblance of memoery ran through the boy's mind.
"Anna..."
"Anna..."
"I ache..."
The daemon sneered as the trudge of boots crunched through the outer rim of the glade. Sorminra's wings unfurled as she tethered out of the physical realm in a ghostly black vapour. She wanted him, she wanted to be the one to quell his ache. Her ethereal form blended into the shadows that covered the dell she had guarded for thousands and she watched like a roused predator, as a woman with red tresses stumbled into the sacred place.
The girl beamed, "Max! There you are. I got so worried... You were gone for so long! I'm sorry I had to check."
She saw Max just a few metres across the glade. Through narrowed eyes she saw that his hair rolled down to his shoulders and over his eyes as if it had grown in a just an hour. And he was standing tensely as a portrait of virile savagery, naked in the moonlight. Her cheeks matched with her tresses as she saw his penis, glossy as the silvery light captured his bare form. She had seen a few, touched one once - but that was only because Rowan came up to her and whipped it out and put in her hand and boasted about how large he was. He slept with an ice pack on his bruised dick for the next week after that. His wails of pain, and pleading that she release it, were still told of in taverns of Torus today.
But Max's manhood was different. It was perfect and larger than all the others she'd glimpsed. "I- I... sorry! I see you are... busy..." she said breathlessly, her cheeks flaring at the thought of him stroking it, thinking of her. A warm ripple journeyed up her spine.
"Anna..."
There was that brusque voice, now intertwined with a primal energy she couldn't grasp. She squealed as she felt invisible hands move around her waist. Then they cupped the swell her pert breasts, tweaking the nipples through the fabric of her shirt. The invisible hands caressed her ass, then rubbed along her inner thighs and held her sex. They groping felt tender, careful in sensual task.
She spoke with a thin, quivering voice "M..ax.. Wha- what's-"
"Anna..." He was in her ear now, his breath burned the back of her neck. His voice pulsing in her teeming brain.
He kissed her nape and she shuddered at the cataclysmic surrealism - how she'd always wanted this to happen, with him and not another - since the first night they met and the dreams thereafter. Oh god! the dreams. Then she felt him press into her, and her cheast tightened when she felt his penis press into the curve of her lower back. She gasped as his arm came around and pulled her against his solid chest.
All those ghostly hands banished as he held her.
"M- Max?... I... uggghhhh... God..." she moaned as his teeth softly bit into her skin.
His breathing and powerful and savage economy - it all drove her mad, as if she was some character blotted in the papers of a delirious poet.
"Anna..." There it was, that hot growl that coiled into her ears now that he said it.
He cupped a breast, filled it completely with his calloused hand and tenderly massaged it, twisting the nipple through the wool with his fingers. She felt hot between her thighs, wet in her sex.
"I ache..." he groaned.
Hhis other hand slid to her inner thigh and caressed her mound through her pants. Rising slowly, his fingers unclasped the belt, freeing the waistband which parted as his hand slithered into her panties. She was trimmed, with a short patch he ran through before training a finger across her slit.
"Arghhh.... Maaax!..."
"Shut up..." He growled, nibbling her ear, taken by the depravity of forces he was yet to fathom.
She groaned as he ran a finger across the slick lips, wet with thoughts of him, ideas of him and him alone. Her trembling fingers went the buttons of her blouse, pulling it openas she felt the laboured hand of the squire, who worked more than he should, move against her exposed flesh. Her short breath spiked as the skin of his palm took her breast, tweaking the hard, responsive nipple surrounded by a russet areola. His lips trailed kisses down her shoulder.
Wait... wasn't this the hand that was cut? How hadn't she noticed? How hadn't- "Maaaarrrhhh..." mewled the red-head as his fingers dipped into her tight cunt, her clit awoke as he brushed his thumb across it.
He touched her as if he'd known her - as if he himself had roamed her naked body the way she did when she was alone and drunk in dreamless nights when his name hung excitedly on her lips. She flushed as his fingers coiled in her slick folds like a minstrel fingering a lute, then plunged deep into her as he strummed nerves on her clit like a taut harp.
Waves of pleasures rolled from the sacred alcove, erupting sensually from her sex as she lurched. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her eyes squeezed shut as she rode a peak that the somnolent drugs of Berm itself could not contest. She called out Reion's sacred named blasphemously as she experienced her first climax at the hands of another - one whose face had come to her in the drunken corners of her sleep. "UHHHH!"
She felt his hand leave her carnal furnace, fingers polished with her juices. He brought them to his lips, lapping at her dripping fluids next to her ear with wet sounds that only made her tremble. Her chest heaved and her knees shook.
"Mmmmm..." he slurped, enjoying this flavour; her sacred femininity. He wanted more.
Yvanna felt Max's wet fingers on her neck and then she was suddenly spun on her heels and felt the bark of a tree press into her naked back. How her clothes were gone from her body she didn't remember or care. The squire's dishevelled bangs parted as he gently took her lips for the first time. She was clumsy and her tongue fondled awkwardly along his.
She even tried to apologize but Max didn't seem to care. He pressed his rigid chest into her breasts and ferociously kissed her through her silly muffles. Her eyes fluttered and her palms ran over his shoulders to feel his muscled arms. She remembered Cassia saying, 'I just rub the cock Anna. Ulrike always likes that.'
Her hand moved toward the raging shaft between them, but his hand snapped and caught her wrist, "No..." his voice sounded normal this time, "Anna..." he looked at her, his eyes black.
"Max... your eyes!?... What happ-"
He dipped his fingers into her pussy to quiet her inquiry, his other hand fondling that cute ass Rowan had always talked about. His face dipped down and gave her wet languid kisses along her exposed neck, running a slick tongue down to the cleft of her breasts. He took one of the delicate orbs into his mouth, enjoying how faintly she mewled and purred when his ran his teeth across her stiff nipple. His spit glistened silver in the moonlight as he took her other tit and gave it equal treatment, sucking, nibbling, scrapping and flicking his tongue over the nubbin. She moved one of her hands to her breast, twisted the other nipple, tugging and brushing it as he fingered her cunt and fondled her ass. She bit her lower lip as she watched his head sway as he alternated between both breasts.
Was this really happening, with Max? He'd always seemed so disinterested, so distant and cold, and aggressive toward her. Yes, he spent time with her but she always thought it was because she was the only squire to talk kindly of him. Did he have a hidden passion burning for her just as she did for him? She raked her mind for answers but only found fragments of a subliminal message behind the sexual portrait they were painting. Her gyrating hips and throbbing cunt were more important now than some dense question.
Max left her breasts and kissed down her stomach, circling her navel with his tongue before dropping farther. Her trimmed crimson patch pointed to flaring labia - her folds where pink and flawless, glistening with juices trickling down her bare thighs. Her clit peered from under her soft, receptive skin.
"Max... what are... oh. 0h! Oh God!... wow!.... Ahh-aah... mmhh..." He lapped like a starved hound, digging into her folds with his tongue, pinching her clit and rubbing it with his fingers.
Through the blackness of the canopy, violet eyes narrowed heatedly as Sorminra 's fingers tweaked her ringed nipples and dipped fingers into a hungry cunt. Mumbling black lips cast disjointed curses which summed to a faint wind that only made Yvanna yelp with utter bliss as it washed over her stiff nipples. Max holstered her thigh onto his shoulder as he lapped at her folds, his tongue running silvery circles over her engorged clit, unsheathed from its hood so he could taste the sweetness that was Yvanna Brigand. She thrashed as her hips gyrated into his mouth, her hands in tugging on his hair as her form trembled under his ministrations. He licked her clit like a brush to a dripping canvas, bit and lapped at it a hellhound to its latest meal and rubbed it like a bard to the cords of its harp.
She wailed in undulating torrents of pleasure as her pussy squirted when she climaxed. Max licked the gushing sex of its sweet, inexpressible nectar. Her body sweltered as if they were in the desert, a rosary of sweat trickled down her brow as Max rose to take her gaping mouth. She tasted herself, t'was different from all the other times she had done so herself - this was her in her most primal essence and being, and now that it was laced with the sweet taste of Max's tongue it was even better.
"Anna..." he rasped in that grim, unearthly voice as he broke off their passionate scene. "I ache..." he said taking her lips.
"Max... I- I'm- still... "
"I know..." this was Max.
"The healers... they told me I couldn't..." she whimpered, raking his bangs to meet those black terrible eyes.
"I don't care..." this was not Max.
She smiled nonetheless, she wanted him, ached for him. "Max... please.... Be gentle..."
"I will..." those bleak black eyes. This was Max.
He took her thighs and drew her up, she hooked her ankles in the crook of his back just as her arms wrapped around his neck. He looked down at her quivering sex hovering above his raging cock, two inhuman heats rippling out them. He pulled his shaft along her slit and watched it part tautly around the head as he spread her folds. She shuddered as he ran the head across her seamless folds and over her clit.
"Maaaaaa...." she exhaled his name disjointedly as he thrust into her in a single, slow push.
Her swollen lips clinched stiffly around his thickness, his girth alone filled her completely with some inches to spare. Her eyes fluttered as her dreams became reality. She did not worry about a hymen, the healers tore through that when she was still young, when they examined her and found out. That was why her father wanted her to be a knight thereafter. She couldn't think of anything else she could do if she couldn't...
Max's hands fell to her hips and she returned from her misty thoughts. This was it, finally. How long she had dreamt of it. His pace was slow at first. He did it just so he could hear her purr and scuttle her fingers through his hair. The slap of skin against skin rose as he gained his hellish confidence once again. It was this primal energy that she felt radiate out his cock as he drove into her with increasing want. He took her stammering mouth as he began thrusting his raging cock into the velvet folds of her womanhood. She mewled as his slick pounding pushed her against the bark, scratching her bare back and hooking into her scarlet tresses. She wondered how they looked like in the distance, probably like two savage lovers melding into one another primitively, sloppily.
"Oh God... more... harder... fuck!" and he did.
Savagely thrusting his throbbing cock into her aching pussy again and again as it became slick with her juices so more of it could fill her unlike any hand or dream could. He fucked her because she asked him too and he wanted aching release.
"Fuck!... Oooh... I'm... oh... fucking... God..." she rasped with undulating pleasures blasphemously that one would think Reion himself would hear. "Cummminnng!" she sang it like a minstrel in the caravan, like a chorus in the temples on holy days.
The hell-drunk Max felt her walls squeeze and release around his thick cock and he grunted as her juices bathed his shaft. He thrust some more into her trembling form, wet clamours of sex filling the dell sloppily and feverishly. He slipped out his length and heard her cry weakly at the absence. He dropped her legs and as soon as she was on her feet, he spun her and pressed her chest against the scuffing tree. Then Max plunged into her hot cunt from behind. His pulled her by the waist into his stiff dick and humped like a hellhound in summer. His hand kneaded that cute tight ass that jiggled shyly when Yvanna pushed back to meet his thrusts.
"Hmmmhmmmm... urhhhh" His breathless chest heaved, sweat caked his naked form.
He craned his head down to the sword glinting like silver in the darkness, Hellbane. Then he looked to the white moon in his stupor as his groans transformed into daemonic grunts and her mewls into weak pleading curses. That crimson hair of hers against her pale back made him feel as if he was fucking the very fires of Hell.
"Hrrrrrr...." his amalgamated grunts rose as she shuddered again, rippling with another sacrilegious orgasm.
He pulled on her trembling body as it thrust back into him savagely. A hoary grin stretched on his dark face as he felt eyes peering from the blackness. He inclined his eyes toward a stilt of trees and smirked dominantly into it.
Rowan felt a wave of despair writhe along his skin as he saw Max look right his way as he pounded into Yvanna, his Yvanna!. Max looked like some rutting daemon from the palaces of Hell. He didn't know why the intent stare gripped his soul, maybe it was because he feared Max? Feared that the squire would one day surpass Ser Arthur himself in notoriety? Or maybe because Max could see that he had his cock out, stroking it as he watched the arrogant squire pounding Yvanna? But that was impossible, Max couldn't see him where he was, it was too dark, too dense for anyone to see him.
In the darkness Sorminra watched the cursed human. She frenetically rubbed her aching clit as the herald of Usaurhathoab, wielder of the accursed Hellbane, bowed his head and his thrusts became terse, shuddering jerks.
He growled daemonically as Hellbane glimmered with hellish plumes in the blackness. His rigid cock pulsed, spewing strands of cum into the virginal pussy of Yvanna as a blasting torrent of wind rose beneath their quivering bodies like a roaring clamour. So daemonic and powerful, the gust yowled thunderously and shook the daemoness to an orgasm. Sorminra and Yvanna's cries laced and fell ardently like the rumbling wind as Max twitched into the whimpering red-hair, his cock spitting the last of his ograsm into the contracting walls of her thumping sex.
He folded into her glistening back and kept his softening dick in her, enjoying the feel of hungry squeezes she made around his shaft. He panted hot breath against her sweaty skin and fiery hair. The beads of sweat on her pale skin glittered like diamonds in beach sand. Yvanna mewled as she braced herself against the tree, enraptured by echelons of oneness she drank then as he slipped softly from her slit. His hot breath huffed passionately in her inflamed ear, whispering with her name like liquid steel.
"Anna..." this was Max.
"Max...." this was Anna.
Continued in Part 4
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