Posted by Clemstra on August 20, 2004 at 22:35:32:
copyright 2003 Clemstra
An Acquired Demon Lover - by Clemstra
The Damn demonologist was in the process of summoning.
That's what he and his followers said anyway. Sarah
was actually more pissed they had subdued her. She'd
been on patrol, looking for enemies for the mop up
crews. These people pretty much fit the bill. Baby
killers, murderers, etc., etc., etc. Unfortunately they
got the drop on her before she could call for reinforcements.
Sarah could at least take pride in killing two of them
and wounding many more. Sarah was a solider, she was a
donor human, she killed pukes like these so called demonologist.
The Year of Terror is where it began. That year terrorist
world wide spread genetically tailored diseases, nerve
toxins, every biological they could think of. More
then half the human race had perished. More had
perished in the years since in war, pestilence, the
death camps, slaughter houses, you name it had been done
by the enemies. The year of Terror had spawned
mutations, activated long dormant genes in the human
species. Donor humans were one of those whose long
dormant genes were activated. Mostly female, they
regenerated, survived on less food then normals,
needed to get rid of energy. They were symbiotic with
humans evolved to the dark, vampiric and mostly male.
Donor women made up the armies of those reclaiming the
earth from the antisurvivalists, the death worshipers
and their so called empires that had sprung up after
the year of terror.
Unfortunately, even a rapid dog has their day.
This was apparently the demonologists and his
followers day.
He had finished the incantation and something was
forming in the pentagram.
"You should be honored lieutenant," he said with a sneer.
Your sacrifice to this demonic being will give me enough
power to hold back your troops. Hold them back long enough
anyway to find other methods to kill and remain in
control."
Sarah didn't comment on the fact that his being in
control had meant most of his followers were
dead, their children dead and his control was over
a self destructive little cult.
Sarah was trussed up naked like a turkey. Escape
was impossible. Attacking the cult was impossible.
One thing, what would happen if she rolled out of the
circle they had her in and broke the border of the
pentagram? Didn't that set the summoned one free?
Wouldn't that make whatever it was being summoned a
free agent? Maybe said being would be grateful.
She had little to lose as the cult intended to give
her to it anyway. She used all of her strength
to roll as fast as possible towards the pentagram
before the cult could stop her.
"Stop the bitch," their leader screamed.
To late! She'd broken the boundaries of the pentagram.
Whatever IT was would be able to leave the pentagram
WITHOUT consent or agreement of the cult.
IT had finished forming. IT stood seven feet tall, had
antlers like a stag on it's head, a vaguely humanoid
face with some animalistic traits. A humanoid
chest. Nice hairy chest thought Sarah, she always
liked some fur on her men. Strong muscles, well
built thighs, hooves in place of feet, long claws
on it's fingers, and VERY well endowed in the
manhood department.
Meeting it's orange eyes Sarah quipped, "SO how ya
doing?"
It looked down at her. "Apparently better then you,"
it responded.
"She is yours to do with as you will, IF you obey me,"
supplied the cult leader.
"Odd," said IT. "She appears to be adjacent to the
pentagram and mine to do with as I will NOW."
"Obey me least you be imprisoned forever in the
pentagram," replied the cult leader.
IT just laughed and laughed, as did Sarah. IT
then jumped out of the pentagram as the cult and
it's leader jumped back. "I can jump in, I can jump
out, I can jump in, I can jump out," said IT in
a mocking voice as it jumped in and out of the
pentagram.
"Obey me," said a now hysterical cult leader.
"Someone need his mommy," said IT.
Sarah couldn't help but laugh hysterically. IT had
a good sense of humor!
"You know," you and your followers might make better dry
goods then sentient beings," IT said.
The cultists fled screaming, their leader fell flat
on his ass. Shock thought Sarah, shock the world
did not obey his whim. The cult leader may have
finally realized the demonic being had a will of
it's OWN and might really hurt him. He staggered
to his feet with soiled pants and fled screaming.
IT shrugged, "Some creatures children," IT said.
IT/he looked down at her, "My name is Cernunos,
what's yours?"
"Sarah," she replied staring up at him in her bonds.
"Oh, let's remove those shall we," he cut her ropes
with a snick of his claws.
Sarah stood up, all 5 foot 6 of her, nothing to his
seven feet of supernatural muscle and sharp claws.
"Cernunos, that's Celtic isn't it," she responded
hoping to keep things friendly with IT/him/Cernunos.
He looked calmly down at her with those orange eyes,
"yes actually."
"So, what do you do next," she asked hoping the
response would NOT be, KILL YOU.
"Take a tour of the local planet, the food, the people.
I could use a guide in fact," he responded looking
into her eyes.
"Okay," she responded with some enthusiasm. "What
would you like to see or know."
"Well, tell me about your planet, what's going on in
your area. You're a warrior for instance are
you not?"
"Yes" and she proceeded to give him the quick and
dirty history of the last decade or so.
At some point his right hand stroked her hair,
proceeding down her body. His strong long fingers,
brushing her with his claws lightly, she found
herself sighing, responding sexually.
"So Sarah," he said. "You mentioned the low number
of males to females of your kind," he smiled at her.
"Your one of those donor women you told me about are
you not?"
His other arm wrapped around her smoothing the back
of her neck, moving down her back and rubbing her
buttocks. Sarah was seeing Cernunos in a very
different light now. "Sarah, you can spare some
life force, a little blood and you might like shall
we say some, how you call it intercourse," he kissed
her forehead?
"Oh yes," she found herself saying as somewhere a fight
was taking place inside herself.
Inside Sarah the primitive female part was basically
saying "Man, take the MAN, we want the MAN." Meanwhile
another part was saying "Hey, he isn't HUMAN." A third
was pointing out that if he was of another species, he was
intelligent, and men were rare. Two against one, Sarah
found herself returning the favor to Cernunos.
She started stroking his chest with one hand, reaching
up to touch his face with another. "Ah, I see you like
that idea," said Cernunos smiling. He moved her closer,
tighter to him. She could feel his member stiffening
as he lifted her in position. She spread her legs,
opening up to him. He teased her with the tip of his
penis, stroking her labia, moving his tip up to enter
then moving back. She gasped, moaned in desire as he
again moved his penis against her labia, in towards the
vagina opening, going in, in then out before actual
penetration. She strained to grasp his member, to
get him in her, to catch to his pitch.
Cernunos moved her in the perfect position, stopped,
held her tighter to him as he moved his member into
her purposefully stroking her clitoris before proceeding.
Sarah was straining to catch him, to move with him in
rhythm. As they moved in unison, to the most ancient
of biological rhythms Cernunos kissed Sarah's neck.
She felt tiny pinpricks as he sipped from her, drinking
her blood. Her donor metabolism flared at this, the
pleasure increasing many times. His thrusts increased
in frequency as did her moans of pleasure.
Sarah wondered how to explain this to her commanding
officer. That could wait, this was NOW! Now was
her concern, let the small stuff wait for later.
For the moment she lived in the NOW, the pleasure,
as did Cernunos. The NOW was good!!!