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Portrait of Knight Elayne finding shelter:
Knight Elayne - Treacherous Illusions
Elayne had proven herself to officials, who were at first in doubt about her skills and abilities to fight against the demons. However, she provided enough evidence from the 'scalps' she collected, along with info about demonic agents working amongst humans. The reluctant knight could hold her own, and actually put up a good fight. She was granted the right to use the heraldic symbols of knighthood such as her family coat of arms, along with some charms that could come in handy when doing battle.
Elayne was also getting better rewards from missions and kills, when she could provide suitable proof. This didn't necessarily grant her access to the royal treasury and arsenal. All she had were the armaments left behind by her father and brothers, for she couldn't use anything that was officially owned by the Royal Order. She did have official permission to carry the marks of the Knights of the Realm, from the Royal Seneschal. Her hard work had been noticed and she was reconstituting her family's honor better than anyone expected.
Still, some saw her as just a mercenary, or a sword for hire, because of her background and the fact that she didn't have any other choice. Would she have served the kingdom, were she not forced to do that? Would she just take her belongings and leave others to deal with the mess? No one knew. Elayne was forced to fight for her family's honour, and had been blackmailed to do missions for a certain Priest. She had to walk a narrow tightrope. Should she fall, she'd be dishonored and greeted with a fiery death.
Elayne got a reminder of that as she was leaving the town where she met this Royal Seneschal.
She was en route to her family's estate to pick up some armor and other equipment that she was now allowed to use. She was walking down the road when she ended up at a market area where the townsfolk were gathered and shouting curses at someone. As Elayne looked to the center of the action, she saw a woman had been tied to a stake. She looked to be from the servant class, and was in terrible shape. People were shouting at her, insulting her, calling her a demon worshipper, and the reason why the crops this season were ruined.
In the middle of the mob, was a dark cloaked figure, a member of the clergy, who announced her crimes out loud. He sentenced her to death, and slammed his torch into the kindling surrounding her.
The woman cried out, and screamed for help, and proclaimed her innocence. But none of the people gathered would help her. Not even Elayne.
Clerics had the right to be judge, jury, and sometimes executioner. That could be her tied to the stake, if people knew she had let several demons use her body, and fill her womb with unnatural seed. And she served a corrupt priest, who allied himself with demons. She could very easily be that poor woman burning on the stake, with townsfolk cheering for her painful death.
Elayne walked away quickly, as tears flowed down her cheek. She prayed for the soul of that poor woman, and feared for her own. The clergy fed the people's anger and fears with tales of horrible demons, and they would always find proof of evil deeds if need be. Nobody was safe from them. Elayne walked as far way as she could, hoping that the distance could erase the sight from her mind, but she felt that the cries of pain and vision of this woman burn would haunt her for days.
Day was turning into night, and she noticed rain clouds coming. Still, she continued on her path and didn't want to stay anywhere near this town at this point.
The rain started gently at first, and Elayne continued forward, thinking that she might stay on the edge of the storm. But when it started looking gloomier and heavier, Elayne had to find shelter. There was no point to continue traveling on the muddy roads, and her clothes would be soaked soon. That was an easy way to get sick, amd make her an easy target for demons.
Elayne searched for shelter. Eventually, she saw an old farmhouse between the big trees near the edge of the forest. Rain forced her to into the building for shelter, which seemed to be abandoned and empty. The window panes were in pieces, and the roof could have been in better shape, but at least it was something that could offer better shelter than the trees around it.
Elayne went inside, and searched the interior thoroughly. When she didn't find anything unusual or dangerous, she started to close the windows. Some had still working shutters, but a few required using pieces of wood to block the openings. There was a fireplace in the main room that appeared usable.
She lit a fire, and after a while, the room started to warm up. All the moisture began to evaporate in the heat, and Elayne could relax for the night.
The rain was becoming heavy outside, and strong winds rattled the old building. The roof was leaking from a few spots, but the main room seemed to stay warm and dry after she closed the shutters. Elayne looked around and estimated that nobody had lived here for at least a few years. It was built well enough, but when abandoned like this, the building wouldn't survive for long without someone maintaining it.
She had just a small lantern with her, so that and the fireplace were the only sources of light. They felt small and insufficient against the darkness outside. Dark clouds covered the whole sky, and the storm was slowly moving towards the town she had came from.
For a moment, she hoped that some deity was angry for the deed that she witnessed. She could only hope and pray.
As she was looking out the window, someone entered the room. Elayne was startled by the new arrival, and pulled her sword out.
The stranger noticed the armed woman warrior, and informed her that he came in peace. He was just looking for shelter from the rain.
The stranger's clothes looked wet, and she knew that feeling all too well. She lowered her sword and allowed him to move in front of the fireplace.
He removed his soaked cloak, and Elayne had to admit that this fellow was quite good-looking. So handsome, in fact, that she decided to put her sword back into the sheath.
He talked about this and that, while warming up his cold hands. He was on a road near town, when this awful storm forced him to find shelter. It was almost impossible to continue traveling in that weather, as the roads were flooded, muddy and slippery. The storm could fell a tree branch, and knock a traveler down, killing them. He cursed the weather to be a witch's storm, as it was very rough and strong.
Elayne didn't say anything about the woman who was burnt to death, but she started to wonder if that woman could have been a witch? Did she call the storm winds to avenge her death? While Elayne was thinking, she wondered why the stranger's boots looked so clean, if the roads were muddy?
Elayne realized a trap being sprung on her.
Before she managed to get her hand on the hilt of her sword, the man attacked her with fierce strength. While he had appeared to be ordinary yet strikingly handsome man, Elayne failed to notice some critical details.
She was slammed against the wooden wall and her head suffered a slight concusion.
The attacker then revealed his true identity. He was a handsome-looking demon, probably an incubus.
Elayne wasn't given a moment to catch her breath as the demon continued to attack her. The creature yanked Elayne away from the wall and tossed her face down onto the floor.
While Elayne's head spun, with the wind knocked out of her, the incubus pondered whether to kill her right then and there. She was a Demon Hunter, which marked her for death. The demon pointed a curved blade at her chest, but the creature's lust for female flesh got the better of it. The demon reasoned that the human female was disarmed and subdued, so it thought best to perform what it's true nature demanded.
With a crooked smile on its face, the incubus put it's hand into small pouch on it's belt and threw some dust in the air.
The dust flashed, and Elayne felt its effects instantly.
The demon used magical powder to make it's victims to see him as their lover, boyfriend, husband, or a handsome stranger who would lift them off their feet and take them away. With that powder, the creature's victims submitted to it's will without a fight, and Elayne was no different.
The incubus pulled her up and started to quickly undress her. It wanted to enjoy every inch of her lovely body before killing her.
Elayne was still feeling dizzy and was under the impression that a lover was undressing her, but she couldn't quite see who it was. Piece by piece, Elayne's clothes dropped to the floor and the creature enjoyed the view of her naked body. It felt it had stumbled upon one of nature's masterpieces.
The incubus was surprised at the strength of Elayne's will, as it seemed like she could see through it's illusion. She wasn't a typical peasant woman, who is easy to lure, use and then leave after getting bored. This woman seemed to recognize his demon form, and yet she did not care. It didn't matter however, as she'll be dead soon enough.
The demon pushed the naked female to lean over an old dusty table, as it took position behind her. It put one hand on her hip, while it's other hand guided it's cock into her waiting pussy.
Elayne felt her lover enter her from behind, and it made her moan. Then she felt her lover's hands on her naked hips…
Wait a minute. She didn't have a lover. She never had one. All she had was this admittedly handsome demon grunting with pleasure behind her. The creature certainly loved feeling a young and sexy woman around it's cock.
As Elayne started to fight back, the incubus pulled her arms behind her back and held them there, as well forcing Elayne's face against the table surface. She cried out in pain, as the demon almost dislocated her shoulder while making sure she stayed in place. The incubus grunted heavily, and continued enjoying the feeling of her wet pussy.
Elayne felt this bastard's pace was getting faster, it's thrusts becoming stronger, and its hard member going deeper into her. She fought back as much she could, trying to fight back the pleasure, that lovely itching feeling just before an orgasm that would make her whole body tremble. She tried to use the pain to cancel the pleasure, but she had forgotten that she was in the thrall of a sex demon. It knew all too well how to make a woman have an orgasm, even by force.
Elayne tried to fight off the inevitable, but in the end she let go, and her body started to tremble. At first it was soft and gentle, but it got stronger and turned into delightful convulsions. Elayne squealed from the pleasure and shook like a leaf in the wind.
The incubus laughed and released her hands from it's hold, and pulled it's cock out of the panting woman, to roll her onto her back. He threw some more of that cursed dust into the air to keep her subdued, as she was much harder to control in this position. He wanted to enjoy her tight pussy one more time, before killing her.
Elayne was again under that illusion - or was it an illusion? She willingly opened her legs for this incubus, who eagerly continued it's task. She purred and groaned as the feeling of it's hard cock pressed into her again. The creature thrust in and out with such intense rhythm, she was groaning and panting, feeling another orgasm growing.
The sex demon took the woman much more fiercely, and played with her perky tits while ramming it's cursed cock deep into the female warrior's pussy. It enjoyed violating her lovely body, and almost tasted her blood in it's mouth when they kissed. Soon it would unload it's seed into her, and then impale her with her own sword. All Demon Hunters must be killed, even if they are as lovely as this one.
The incubus was so focused in it's own pleasure and scheming, that it failed to notice that the second dose of its illusion dust was even weaker than the first.
Elayne saw right through it again. Her mind was stronger than the demon believed and now she was able to do something.
With one fierce movement, Elayne gathered all her strength and attacked her violator. She was armed just with her fingernails, but those were enough when she targeted the face of the incubus. She made nasty scratches on it's face, which caused it to pull out from her, under the shock of pain.
The demon was surprised by her sudden attack, and hobbled a few steps back as the strike momentarily blinded it's face.
Elayne used that opportunity to roll off the table and grab her sword.
The incubus roared in anger, and noticed that the woman warrior held her sword again. She was far more dangerous than expected. The demon lurched out in an attack, wanting to rip her throat open with it's own teeth.
Elayne was faster this time. She held up the blade and activated one of the new charms from the Royal Seneschal that was attached to the sword.
The enchanted sword released a wave of sacred light that knocked the incubus down and forced it to flee from the site. The light radiated in every direction, causing all dark minions to flee or be killed by the holy magic. The light covered the whole building, and as the demon fled from the scene, the place felt more tranquil. Inside, there weren't dark minions of any kind left. Still, the charm was weak, and stronger demons might be able to resist the effects.
Elayne stayed in the main room and kept her sword in hand, just in case the incubus came back. At the moment it seemed that it wouldn't come back soon.
She got dressed again and wanted a bath so badly, that even the cold rain outside sounded nice. Elayne didn't want to risk being attacked again if she went outside to take a natural shower, so she waited for a better opportunity. Her sword stayed near her for the rest of that night.
Knight Elayne's adventures continue...
Knight Elayne - Treacherous Illusions
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