Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 13:47:31 -0500
From: Charles Westfall <cwestfa1@twcny.rr.com>
Subject: Hell Needs Copyright Laws

First Completed December 1st, 2000
First Revision Completed October 30th, 2002
From: cwestfa1@twcny.rr.com
Subject: "Hell Needs Copyright Laws"
(M/M, M/F, F/F, M/M/M/M/M..., Muscle, Sci-Fi/ Fantasy)

The following story is intended for adults over the age of 18 interested in
male/male, and male/female sexual relations. This story also contains some
descriptions of combat, but the description is kept rather tame, but still
be warned.

This is the first completed story featuring Ne'Goth, the first Daemarrian
character I came up with, it is from this character that I developed this
race, and I hope to complete more stories about what has become my favorite
original character.

Hell Needs Copyright Laws

March 20th, 2718
Metagate, the Empire of Draenar'Thaen,
Principality of Faella'Dan,
The City of Dretharra'Thae (occupied territory)

  Captain Ralthar Nalloc, commanding officer of the 388th Heavy Tank
Company, attached to 18th Armor Battallion of the 4th Shal'Gothan
Republican Guards Armor Regiment was an intimidating sight. He is a huge,
powerful example of Daemarrian male, towering over all of his people at
eight feet two inches in height. When they heard he had dominated much of
the Gymnasium Circuit's Body Building Tournaments they had every right to
believe it. Weighing in at well over five hundred pounds of pure muscle, he
was a sight that inspired awe. Ralthar is also exceptionally attractive
with dark olive skin, rosy cheeks and thick neck length curly black hair
with a cute pug nose, and full sensual lips on a large mouth that could
make a sweet smile when he wanted to. He looks no older then eighteen, more
believably sixteen, despite the fact he was in his mid twenties.  His
uniform added a dashing air to him, wearing his waist length left breasted
button over black leather jacket going over a white dress shirt with black
tie that looked so tight as to be ready to burst at the seams. His pleeted
black pants and tucked into knee high cavalry styled boots with spurs,
adding an old style cavalry feel, and when he wore it which was seldom, a
black, high crowned service cap.
  Ralthar walked into Colonel Gre'Voth's office, commanding officer of the
4th Shal'Gothan, and saluted sharply. The colonel merely gestured to one of
the stuffed leather chairs in front of his desk, his eyes glued to a report
he was reading through on a portable laptop, "What can I do for you
Captain, Lieutenant Frel'Gore said you sounded rather anxious to speak with
me?"
  "Colonel I came here with one simple question, a question that many of
the other junior officers of not just the 4th, but the other units in the
brigade and the rest of the division are wondering, what are we still doing
here? We finished repairs and re-supply almost two weeks ago, the relieving
infantry division arrived eight days ago, they have the lay of the city
now, but we're still here." Ralthar said rather abruptly.
  "Captain you don't have the full situation, we have just verified that
three days ago almost a full division of Armored Grenadiers were beaten and
broken just forty miles north of our position." Colonel Gre'Voth replied in
a stern, commanding voice.
  The news sunk in with shock on Ralthar's face, "Armored Grenadiers, what
the hell did 'His Imperial Majesty' send that could beat 9,000 soldiers in
power armor backed up by tanks, VTOL's and artillery, let alone whatever
air support the Air Force was giving them. It would take a whole Corp. or
an Army, we've been wiping the walls with them, and we are often
outnumbered 5 or 10 to one."
  "We believe that Emperor Gevaelis has personally ordered in one of his
finest Sorceror-Generals, and his troops are being supplemented with hosts
of summoned daemons. We have Night Brigade Special Combat Group 302 on
route to our position to help us take care of the situation, a joint
command operation is being proposed. You will be part of it, and you will
be informed about what your role is when their commanding officer arrives"
  "Great, special forces, those guys are just creepy, and I have to deal
with them?"
  "They get the job done captain, and yes they give me the creeps too,
actually I think you know the commanding officer for the 302nd. They'll be
arriving within half an hour, the 302nd's commanding officer will inform
the details of your mission. Actually you were chosen for this operation
Captain."
  "Who is the commanding officer for the 302nd." Ralthar then groaned out,
not liking the situation at all.
  "I am shorty." Came a strange yet very familiar voice, a voice that
brought back wonderful memories of years gone by.
  Ralthar turned around, the person that the voice belonged to had the
attention of everyone in the adjoining reception room where the colonel's
clerical staff was at work. Ralthar was huge by Daemarrian standards but
this one was gigantic. He stood at 8'10 in height, with a proportionally
larger build then even Ralthar, as was evident, even through the thick
Aerthalik-Dethral mesh of the black jacket, pants, tie and dark blue shirt
of the 'bauhaus' cut uniform he wore. His long, rich golden hair was tied
back into a regulation ponytail, his black high peaked officers cap set a
dashing tilt revealing a face that was youthful perfection, he looked like
a sixteen year old god.
  "Ne'Goth, 'by the Concubines of Delthal', you wound up in Night Brigade?"
Ralthar said with tearful excitement at the sight of his old barracksmate.
  "Gods, It's been too long!" Ne'Goth said as he kissed Ralthar on the lips
with wild passion, and Ralthar was more then happy to comply.
  "I haven't seen you since boot camp, what've you been up to?" Ralthar
said joyously.
  "Well after Boot Camp, they sent me off to the 'Black Citadel, they
thought I was Night Brigade material. Hell I was more surprised to hear you
were a tanker." Ne'Goth said with a smile.
  "Yeah, well my testing showed I worked well in a team, and had good
reflexes. Though my Gymnasium education also qualified me for Officer
Candidacy School after my Advanced Individual Training. That and they
needed big guys for these new Brol'Voth Heavy Tanks, try to make up for an
engineering fuck-up, made them too roomy, something I never thought I'd
hear associated with a tank. So I take it, you excelled as you usually do,
and wound up in OCS for the Night Brigade too."
  "Yes, I'm a Captain too, so we're the same rank, but you're doing quite
well for yourself, already have two 'Distinguished Unit Citations, and you
and your company have quite a few medals between you."
  "Yeah, but you wound up in a force where the stuff you pull off is never
reported for reasons of National Security."
  "Believe me it's not all it's cracked up to be, besides you get publicity
with your medals, and I'm sure that has its own 'benefits' in social
circles."
  "Quite a few senators daughters and sons on the ol' belt there." Ralthar
said with a wide grin.
  "Ah, I understand now, I take it you two were barracksmates." Colonel
Gre'Voth said in a louder then required voice.
  "My apologies colonel, I hope you can forgive me, it's just that we knew
each other since we were three, sir." Ralthar replied as he quickly faced
Colonel Gre'Voth and saluted sharply.
  "Apology accepted Captain, most of you that come out of the Gymnasium
system are supposed to be close." Colonel Gre'Voth said with a nod, then
turned his attention on to Ne'Goth.
  "Captain Ne'Goth Nalloc, commanding officer of Night Brigade Special
Combat Group 302 reporting as ordered sir." Ne'Goth said quickly as he just
as quickly removed his cap and tucked it under his huge arm.
  "By the Gods, ahh ahh at ease captain, and take a seat." Colonel Gre'Voth
managed to stammer out, just now realizing how huge Ne'Goth was.
  Ne'Goth sat down in another chair, right next to Ralthar and gave his
full attention to the colonel.
  Colonel Gre'Voth was still al little shocked when the Night Brigade
captain stood at attention. Felgar was a decent 7'4, rather tall for a
Daemarrian, but Ne'Goth had towered over him, even more then Ralthar, who
Felgar thought was gigantic in his own right.
  "Captain Ne'Goth Nalloc, when you told me you knew Captain Ralthar
Nalloc, I should have assumed from the start you two were from the same
Gymnasium class. I also heard you were large, but you're gigantic, you must
have been the biggest boy in the Gymnasium."
  "He was, it was because of him I always pulled second in the Body
Building Circuit." Ralthar said with a loving grin.
  "Well Captain Ne'Goth Nalloc, if you and Ralthar are done getting
reacquainted, shall we get down to business." Colonel Gre'Voth said,
quickly regaining his composure and command presence.
  Colonel Felgar Gre'Voth was fairly typical looking for a Daemarrian, he
was eighty-two, but had stopped aging around 24, though handsome, he did
not give off the wanton sensuality that Ne'Goth or Ralthar seemed to
exude. Colonel Gre'Voth kept his brown hair cut in a short peaked buzz cut,
his skin was a normal peachy cream color for his ethnicity, there was
nothing unique about the man. Some joked he was as general issue as his
uniform, but he gave off another kind of presence, authority, command,
controlled, and level headed. He may not have won a beauty contest, but his
subordinates trusted and respected and trusted him. Colonel Gre'Voth didn't
mind looking this way, he felt it made him easy to deal with, not too
distracting, some Daemarrians were just to hot for their own good at
times. When he first met Ralthar, he initially thought that of him until
seeing him lead his men in combat, and saw he could give off similar
qualities of level headed control, and leadership. He hoped he could say
the same for Ne'Goth, never before had he seen such an awesome physical
specimen.

  "Well Colonel, as you had read by now, the 88th Armored Grenadiers
Division was severely beaten near the mountain fortress of Drethar'Vael,
they were supposed to take the fortress to help consolidate the region, and
aid in the offensive the brass wanted to launch by the end of the
week. Those plans were delayed, and the 88th as well as the whole offensive
were stopped by this man." Ne'Goth said as he handed a data disk to the
Colonel, who then placed it into his laptop.
 The colonel leveled the plasma screen to a horizontal position, flicked a
switch. Full three dimensional images of fleeing Daemarrians in giant
Char'Thor Mrk. XX Combat Power Armor was an odd sight. The suits were
designed to scare the shit out of their opponents with spiked armor plates
and demonic helmets. What they were fleeing was actually demonic, lesser
daemons of every variety were tearing into them, only when a few valiant
troops managed to swarm one were they able to send it back to it's infernal
home.
  The footage moved further back to a half-track fitted with communications
equipment, and a man, a Dark Elf to be precise. He was dressed in a black
Imperial Army uniform with it's pseudo-Napoleanic styled decorations, and
wearing a long black, leather greatcoat lined with red engraved runes, and
other sorceral markings. He was locked in deep concentration, trails of
blood running from his eyes, as he was coordinating the demonic hordes.
  "His name is Grethaenis Vedraln if you didn't already know this. Vedraln
knows what he is doing, Sorceror-Generals of his skills and caliber are
only brought in as a last resort. And as you already know, he is also
heading this way, he intends on retaking this city, and with this success,
'The Emperor will begin employing more Sorceror-Generals like him, and turn
this war around for the Empire.
  Our job is to stop him. He has about a division of more mundane troops
under his command, they mainly act as his reserve and mop up crew. He has
managed to hammer them into an adhoc mechanized infantry division with some
medium and light armor support. He might have some air calvary, but if he
does its few in number. The real concern are his Daemons, we can't kill
them permanently, they just get sent back home, and he can re-summon
them. Also after he defeated the 88th, he paused his advance, and engaged
in further summonings. These summonings are more short duration but really
powerful Daemons, he won't have control over them for long it amazes me
that he summoned them that far away given how slow he moves. My guess is
that he hopes to advance as quickly as he can before his new heavy hitters
have to go home."
  "How do we stop that, We have about 25% more offensive power then the
88th, plus the 1098th Infantry Division who is supposed to garrison this
city. Even if we win, it could be a pyrric victory. If we fight on the
defensive we might at least be able to hold out till reinforcements,
arrive, but that might take weeks, and this city cannot withstand a siege,
we're just now getting food rationing to the civilian population to a
decent level." Colonel Gre'Volth said in a somber tone, but he was right
about the situation in relation to his resources.
  "Well Colonel, the plan is to stop him before he gets here." Ne'Goth said
grimly.
  "Do you plan to pull a couple of divisions out of your ass, we can only
stand a chance fighting defensively."
  "This is what High Command has cooked up, my unit, all 120 of us, have
had quite a bit of experience dealing with these infernal beasities. My
people contain them, and eliminate Vedraln. Without him to give them focus,
and a bond to this plane, they go home. We hit them with a large force and
chances are they'll protect him too heavily, and would be detected too
early to do any good.
  Ralthar will take his company, and contain the mundane troops. With
Vedraln dead, the daemons are no longer an issue."
  "That sounds extremely ambitious, granted I dare not pretend what you
Night Brigade people are capable of, and given the right circumstances
Captain Ralthar Nalloc's company could more then handle a mechanized
infantry division made up of stragglers. But his is one of the few intact
combination armor-air calvary units we have, plus the two platoons of
Armoured Grenadiers he has in support, those boys I'd like to have
available if this doesn't work. If you don't pull this off we need every
available man to stop that monstrosity."
  "Sir, it is risky, but I think we are more then able to pull it off. My
people have the weapons and experience, and from what the combat footage
has shown us, a combined company of our tanks, air cavalry, and power armor
troops should be more then enough, they may even come in as a back-up to
help mop up our area."
  "I hope you know what you're doing Captain Ne'Goth Nalloc, but if you
screw up or get killed, I'll be out one of my best companies, and Major
Kredar Nalloc will feel the same way."
  The next two hours were spent reviewing topography, and terrain features,
while reconnaissance reports continued to track the movement of the
infernal hosts. Luckily, despite being creatures not truly of flesh and
blood, most of them were on foot, or capable of slow flight, which meant
they were making slow progress through very rough country. The point of
ambush was set, near a narrow mountain pass, just 5 miles north from
Dretharra'Thae. The most amazing part was getting Division H.Q. to ok the
plan, and that took some serious convincing.
  The vernal equinox was beginning, and the dimensional instabilities, and
emanating mystic energy would reek havoc on conventional electronics, and
supernatural senses. Combined with the caves and grottos in the area it
made for a perfect ambush spot. 'Shegothan' technology was like any
Daemarrian nation's, a fusion of both science and sorcery, and was also
properly attenuated to deal with such circumstances as dimensional
instability and the disruptions caused by random dimensional rifts, things
were starting too look up for the brave forces of 'The Republic.
  At the rate of progression of the daemonic troops, the two captains would
not need to begin positioning themselves till two days from now. They were
hoping their opponents would reach the area at night, not only cover of
darkness, but the effects of the equinox would be amplified by the full
moon, thus giving these soldiers of Shal'Gotha even better odds in their
favor.

  "So is there a decent bar around here?" Ne'Goth asked as the two young
officers walked out of Colonel Gre'Voth's office.
  "Well there is one place we went to a couple of times that was rather
good, though it's not the 'Fireblood', a charming little bar, bistro, and
strip joint called 'Vel'Thaen's Pleasure Pit', the usual strippers, mostly
female, and some live sex acts, music's good though." Ralthar replied with
a smile.
  "How about this, why not get some of our people over there, we can get to
know each other, possibly dispel some of those rumors going around about
'Night Brigade'"
  "Sounds great, we will have to work together, so why not." Ralthar
replied with a smile
  "Well now that we have all that hashed out, you want to play a little
before we get our people together?" Ne'Goth said with a seductive smile
  "I don't know, what you mean by playing a little usually meant two hours
straight of non-stop fucking." Ralthar laughed in reply.
  "It still does shorty, or do you think I'm too big for you now." Ne'Goth
said with a laugh as he licked Ralthar's ear up to the point.
  "Fuck Ne'Goth, you were always so irresistible, we can head to my
quarters, its actually at the Grand Gellaevel Hotel, a real sweet room."
Ralthar groaned out.
  "Sounds good to me let's go." Ne'Goth said as he squeezed Ralthar's ass.
  They arrived at the hotel in a few minutes, which was now serving as the
officers quarters for the occupying troops. The hotel retained much of its
native staff, many of whom didn't mind the occupation forces, the
government paid for the basic amenities, the officers were often good
tippers, maybe a little too lustful, but only the hotel's management had
that complaint. The Grand Gellaevel was an elegant hotel, even by the
'Empire's standards, often the choice of visiting diplomats and business
people, as well as the empire's powerful aristocracy.
  The two giant Daemarrian captains made their way through the lobby almost
running, and laughing like school boys about to do something naughty. The
maids and clerks stared with awe at them, Daemarrians were always an
impressive sight to the Dark Elves of the Empire of Draenar'Thaen, but when
one saw two of them each eight feet or over, and built as they were, one
had to wonder whether they were gods.
  Upstairs Ne'Goth and Ralthar quickly got out of their uniforms, both
Daemarrians sweating lightly. Ralthar had his tanker uniform off first, and
then his jock. His cock was already half hard, and upon seeing Ne'Goth's
huge chest and arms, rose to it's full thirty two inch long five and half
inch wide stature.
  Ralthar's jaw dropped when he saw Ne'Goth take off his jock strap, his
cock was only half hard and clearly as large as Ralthar's, "Fuck I thought
I caught up to you or was only a couple inches shorter, but damn. You
didn't have bio-augmentation did you?" Ralthar said in shock.
  "Nope, other things happened, part of the training, and this was just a
by product. Remember that time on that tiny ass frontier town down south in
our last year at the gymnasium. We were there as a field trip to study the
flora and fauna, and I had that run in with that ogre."
  "You don't mean you did that again while training, Gods that is sick. We
may be a rather predatory people, but I thought we got passed things like
'The Bathing', it was weird enough you doing it on instinct. Granted that
girl would have been raped or worse if you didn't stop him, but no one
should be killed like that."
  "Well don't tell anyone, it still goes on, part of the initiation into
'The Night Brigade'. I heard that several other countries on the homeworld,
their special forces still do it too."
  "That's fucked up, I mean it's sick, but I hate to admit it, seeing that
huge body of yours flexing, naked, your huge cock hard, and standing
triumphant holding two ends of that bastard, that intense fire in your
eyes, you were a gorgeous sight. Now that I look at you, I see you still
have it." Ralthar said as he laid down on the bed, his cock quite erect.
  "You're still a beautiful sight too, hope you can handle three feet of
Daemarrian cock." Ne'Goth growled as he approached Ralthar, his own cock
also throbbing and erect, a full three feet long and six inches wide.
  Ralthar got on his knees and lovingly took in Ne'Goth's huge cock into
his mouth, it wasn't like the days in the Gymnasium it was better. Ralthar
took it into to the hilt, that was one thing he loved about Ne'Goth's cock,
even hard it was flexible, he could still deep throat his best friend's
mammoth meat.
  Ne'Goth was ecstatic to know Ralthar hadn't lost his touch. He also knew
how to get Ne'Goth off real fast too, two minutes later Ralthar's stomach
was being filled with the raging tidal wave that was one of Ne'Goth's
orgasms. "Oh Ralthar, drink my load, oh Gods of the Celestial Realms"
Ne'Goth groaned.
   Ralthar just as in his childhood, knew he could never handle all of
Ne'Goth's orgasm. He took the huge erupting cock from his mouth and let the
rest of Ne'Goth's orgasm bathe him. The young tank captain was hosed down
in thick rich cum. However, Ralthar was not prepared for the length of
Ne'Goth's orgasm, it often ended after around six or seven minutes of a
non-stop tidal wave, this one lasted over ten.
   "Hemarra's Tits, what an eruption, another side effect of 'The
Bathing'." Ralthar said as he licked cum from his cheeks and chin.
  "Yeah, now it's your turn, then after that we can have ourselves a good
old fashioned 'Sausage Roast'." Ne'Goth said with wide grin.
  Ralthar shouted with glee, in their days in the Gymnasium it was often
Ralthar who serviced Ne'Goth, Ne'Goth was the master at sex period, whether
giving or receiving. It was clear still, that Ne'Goth was still the master,
not only as good as before, but his skills had subtly improved. Ralthar
erupted less then four minutes later, Ne'Goth always let his recipients
savor it a little longer, sometimes bring them to the edge, then letting
them down, he could torture someone like that as well. Ne'Goth drank all
those liters of cum with a hunger, sucking the thirty two inch monster
dry. Ralthar let out a wheez when he finished cumming seven minutes later,
Ne'Goth's tongue was cleaning out his piss slit like an artist, getting
every last drop.
   His cock finally free from Ne'Goth's mouth, they cast 'Perfume of the
Nether Regions' on each other. The two giant Daemarrians positioned each
other at opposite ends of the bed, each aiming their cocks at each other's
asses, and easing them in slowly. Ralthar bit down on the pillow, while
Ne'Goth let out a satisfying groan, as they each fucked each other. Both
thrusting with gentle skill and passion, huge testicles smacking against
each other. The pace gradually picked up to a fury as they each reached
orgasm only a few seconds apart. Ne'Goth and Ralthar groaned and screamed
as they flooded each other's asses, cum dribbling and spurting out with
each thrust like an erotic, living fountain.
   Several minutes later, Ne'Goth in the last few throws of orgasm, "That
was incredible, the best 'Roast I've had in a long time." Ne'Goth said with
a groan and a smile.
  "Same here." Ralthar squeeked out.

  After a couple more hours Ne'Goth and Ralthar managed to calm down enough
to get out of bed, shower and get dressed. They gathered their people at
'Vel'Thaen's Pleasure Pit'. The officers of both units took a table near
the stage. On stage, two Dark Elvin girls were both covered in oil, and
rubbing their twats together to some soft music.
  However, the two girls did not hold the attentions of the gathered
Daemarrians. Their attention being on the two groups' commanding officers.
   "Remember that time in the weight room, Fedal was on the bench press,
and some older kids tried to scare him off it?" Ne'Goth said with a smile.
  "Yeah, that was funny, I think the older kids were from the twelve year
old class, we were all in the eight year old. He stood up, he must have
been 6'8, definitely taller then any kids in that bunch." Ralthar replied.
  -"He just flared his chest, he didn't have the mass of some of those kids
but he was taller, and that did intimidate them."
  -"Yeah, and you came up behind the lead twelve year old, you were only a
couple inches shorter then Fedal yourself, and a lot more muscular, "Is
there a problem?" you said, that big chest of yours flared out. I thought
they'd shit themselves at the sight of you."
  -"They never did, but they pissed themselves when you showed up. Gods,
eight years old and already seven feet tall, and you were huge then, they
thought you were Fedal's older brother or something."
  -"They were cute, and definitely gave up those sweet asses in the
showers. We were nearly late for class fucking them the way we did."
  -"Yeah, such tight buns for twelve year olds, but then we thought it was
because they got so much pussy, being after their 'First Night' and all."
  -"Our 'First Night', I still jerk-off to what we did during that, four
girls for each of us, and all fucked senseless."
   -"Though for you it wasn't your first night you bastard, we all knew you
had the hots for Dr. Ge'Tharn, you lived a fantasy doing the sex-ed
teacher, and you were only eleven, amazing the administrators never found
out."
  -"Gods she was so hot, what business did the administrators have letting
a goddess like that teach advanced sexual technique to a bunch of boys
reaching the height of puberty. She had the sweetest smile, and those tits,
the looked like they were always ready to pop out of those tight button
down blouses she wore. I remember the first time with her too, I had just
cum in my pants, they were newly issued and a little stiff still, managed
to work up some friction with my cock running down my leg. She took me to
the bathroom to clean them off, and when she saw those 22 inches of meat it
was love at first sight. We fucked till the end of the period."
   "No wonder you always got A's in her class, unfair tutoring I say"
Ralthar said with a laugh, the gathered officers amusedly shocked.
   "I was an early developer, what can I say, started cumming at six, two
years early." Ne'Goth said smiling with pride.
   "Yeah two years longer wearing a 'night sleeve', and you 'seeded' the
rest of us, and we wound all wound up able to cum at seven, a whole year
more of a 'night sleeve' then the rest of the gymnasium." Ralthar said with
a sarcastic, and humbling tone.
   "I hated wearing one, it got so sweaty in there in the summer, and you
had to start wearing one at six, that kind of sucks." Lieutenant Grethor
Frel'Droth said with a sympathetic smirk.
   Grethor was one of the power armoured infantry platoon commanders in
Ralthar's adhoc company. Another giant of a Daemarrian, as power armoured
infantry tended to be, he stood a huge 8', and had a tendency of
intimidating his commanding officers with his size and massive build. That
was until Ralthar 'set him straight' on how the chain of command
operates. Now he was one of Ralthar's favorite drinking buddies, Grethor
was happy he had a commanding officer he truly respected, and showed it
often.
   A gorgeous man who looked barely twenty by human standards, he kept his
jet black hair cut short and greased back, as many P.A. infantryman
did. Their helmets having to make nueral connections at the temples to aid
with the H.U.D. (Heads Up Display) system, as well as moving the suit's
mechanical exo-skeleton. He had lean facial features and a strong jaw line,
and noticeably pale, another trait of P.A. infantry, who sometimes spent
days or weeks in their suits.
   "Yeah, we all had to wear those high capacity models, you had to wear
the covering, and then each leg had three parithaene-plastic bags on a
velcro-strap, with tubes running from the sleeve to the bags. It was a real
pain when the tubes got tangled." Ne'Goth said with a laugh.
   "Same here, my parents kept on saying we would save up to get an orgone
assimilator, but we never did till after I was drafted, at least my little
brother doesn't have to wear one." Lieutenant Dregorn He'Thoth said with a
sigh.
   Dregorn is quite a dashing sight in his 'Night Brigade' uniform. He had
deep ebony skin with slightly almond shaped eyes, and a handsome face, he
liked to keep his head shaved bald, and often times his smooth skin caught
the light causing a slight glare. He was slightly larger then Grethorn,
just over eight feet in height, and only twenty pounds lighter then
Ralthar.
   "I can believe that Dregorn, if you were raised in our gymnasium, you
would have wound up in our barracks, all the big, hung boys." Ne'Goth
laughed.
   "Thanks but no thanks, I don't think I was quite the horny bastard you
guys were." Dregorn replied laughing.
   "I used to fantasize sometimes about being in a gymnasium, hey I love my
parents to death, but spending all those nights with eight or nine other
boys." Fredal Gre'Varn said with a sigh.
   Fredal was the other P.A. infantry platoon commander in Ralthar's
company. Unlike his compatriot Grethorn he gave off less of a macho
attitude, he also had a more playful side. Though many might not get that
as he was 7'10 and proportionally just as built as Grethorn.
   Fredal, had rich lightly curled blonde hair, shaved on the sides, but it
still ran half way down his back, and was now in a regulation ponytail. For
the life of Ralthar, he could not explain the brother-like bond between
Grethorn and Fredal, but it seemed only Fredal, and himself could get
Grethor calmed down when he was pissed, Ralthar was thankful for that at
least.
   "So I take it that your 'Gymnasium Traits' were over endowed, giant,
muscle studs. Probably demi-gods would have been a better title. I can't
believe some of the gorgeous hunks that you two had in your barracks."
Lieutenant Scharvorn Frel'Noth said with a laugh.
   One of Ralthar's tank platoon commanders, Scharvorn was another hulk at
7'9, he had rich tanned skin, a strong handsome face, and jet black hair,
shaved on the sides, and slicked back. He was a good friend, and a great
drinking partner, but when commanding his platoon he was a great tactician,
and a good soldier, though a bit on the ruthless side.
   "You would have had a great time in our barracks, Ne'Goth would have us
all screwed silly in a three or four hours some nights." Ralthar said with
a laugh, Ne'Goth merely smiled proudly.
   "So that's where he practiced doing that, he fucked our brains out in
boot camp almost every night." Lieutenant Kredarn Fel'Doth said with a
laugh.
   Kredarn looked like he stepped out of a recruitment poster for 'Night
Brigade', his lean handsome features, short cropped blonde hair, and
massive musculature on a 8' frame. He is also one of the most amorous of
Ne'Goth's officers, the one man ready to service his commanding officer at
the drop of a hat.
   "Oh yeah those were hot nights, I never thought the sex would be better
after the gymnasium, but Ne'Goth proved me wrong." Shredong Nalloc then
added smiling broadly.
   Lieutenant Shredong Nalloc, Ne'Goth's executive officer, and Kredarn
were the captain's closest confidants in the 302nd. Shredong a little more
so, because they both grew up in the gymnasium system. Shredong was
strangely quiet and introspective though, a strange trait for someone who
spent so much of their life with nine other boys. He mostly laughed and
listened, enjoying his captain reminiscing with such a dear friend.
   Shredong was of Fedang'Dra decent, his skin a light golden color with
almond shaped eyes, and delicate facial features. His silky, mid back
length black hair was brushed back and in a regulation ponytail. He was
quite tall at 7'8, and his build was just as rippling and massive as
Kredarn's.
   "I never met anyone so good in an orgy as Ralthar, now I see where he
gets it from, I only used to hear how common group sex was in gymnasiums,
you guys certainly proved that myth true." Lieutenant Rantharn Vrel'Hoth
said with a laugh.
  One look at him and one could tell he was a flyer. Air Cavalry, but still
a flyer. His wavy blonde hair was cut short and greased back, with a pair
of aviator sunglasses set in there snuggly, a trend picked up from humans,
not that sunglasses were necessary for Daemarians. He had a youthful,
beautiful face with elegant features. His uniform was tight on his very
muscular 7'7 frame, but he looked very agile, with fine tuned reflexes.
   As the group laughed and reminisced, they also drank quite a bit, and
soon found themselves getting very amorous. All the talk about sex also
drove them into that direction as well. Ne'Goth shocked everyone and snaked
out his mammoth cock and began stroking it, now finally noticing the
dancers on the stage. The dancers had just finished and were about to
leave, when they noticed the giant Daemarrian and his awesome tool.
   Andralla and Enthaerra were incredible representatives of their unique
subrace of elves. Both girls were tall at 6'2, full figured, yet
wonderfully toned, with big firm DD breasts and wonderful asses. Their
faces were of the kind of perfection that few races could achieve in
beauty. With violet, semi almond shaped eyes, and full silky black hair
with rich olive skin.
   Ralthar also notices them, looking sad that he missed most of their show
now, but soon pulled his own monster meat out, adding additional shock to
the table. The two girls were frightened and enthralled at the same time,
their curiosity soon took hold and they headed over to the table of giant
Daemarrian soldiers.
  They approach the two giant soldiers who have their massive meat out and
stroking them with a predatory grin, "I take it you boys 'really' enjoyed
the show?" Andralla said with a nervous smirk.
  "Sadly no, we missed it, but we now regret it deeply. I must say you two
are both some of the most beautiful women I've seen in a quite a while."
Ne'Goth said with a sweet smirk, still stroking his monster.
  "Why thank you, you're too kind." Enthaella replied with smile.
  "You two are definitely the hottest girls I've seen here, and believe me
I have seen a lot of hot girls here." Ralthar said, his voice giddy on
alchohol.
   "Looks like your drinks are almost empty, want us to fill them up for
you." Andralla said seductively as she dipped her finger into Ne'Goth's
drinks and wet her nipples with a few drops.
   "No thanks, I wouldn't mind sampling the fine nectar dripping down your
leg though." Ne'Goth replied, his smile positively wicked, as his long
tongue snakes out and licks his eyebrows.
   Andralla was stammering and speechless, but she did nothing as Ne'Goth
eased her over, and had her straddle his head. His tongue soon did things
to her she didn't think physically possible. Entharra couldn't get let out
a word, as Ralthar had her planted on his face and eating her out just as
effectively as Ne'Goth.
  Both girls were screaming their heads off as Ne'Goth and Ralthar fucked
them senseless with their tongues. The other officers merely chanted, "Go,
Go, Go" as they watched their commanding officers work their magic tongues
on the girls throbbing twats.
   This soon drew a crowd of other girls to the table to watch, but they
didn't watch long as the lust of the other soldiers was soon raging, and
the girls found themselves the target of the soldiers' lust. Soon each
Daemarrian had a girl straddling his head, and the girls were all screaming
in wild ecstasy.
  The tongue fucking lasted a few minutes, but the soldiers quickly moved
on. Each of those girls found themselves riding cocks, that if not for
their strange multidimensional properties would have impaled them. The
smallest was twenty eight inches, while Andralla rode Ne'Goth's three foot
monster cock.
  Andralla had never felt anything like it, or seen anyone quite like this
giant blonde Daemarrian. Till now she could imagine no man more
breathtaking Dark Elvin or Daemarrian man. She thought she's scream even
louder when he opened his jacket and shirt to show that massive chest. She
pounded and clawed at it, and it didn't budge it was like flesh covered
stone. When he finally came, she felt like she was going to ride off that
massive cock on a geyser of cum, the amount he discharged could fill a
barrel it seemed, it was soon covering the floor. In the few moments of
conscious realization she had, she watched as the other Daemarrians were
cumming, some were covering the girls they had fucked, and letting the rest
just shoot everywhere. Soon the everyone on the whole areas was being
dowsed, some of the other Daemarrian soldiers were catching it in their
mouths like it was a game.
   Andralla and the rest passed out as the soldiers were reaching their
third or fourth orgasms. But, like moths drawn to flames, the other girls
went to them, within a few hours every stripper and waitress of Vel'Thaen's
Pleasure Pit had been fucked senseless by the giant Daemarrians.
   For more then five hours 'Vel Thaen's Pleasure Pit descended into lust
crazed anarchy. The giant Daemarians fucked every girl, and even the
handful of male strippers in the place repeatedly, on the stage, on the
tables, what few other patrons that stayed, looked with both awe and a
sense of horror.
   With all the girls and guys now unconscious or near it, all of the
Daemarrians staggered off to the Grand Gellaravel, kissing and groping each
other the whole way. The two dozen girls of 'the Pleasure Pit could not
sate their supernatural lusts, and carnal desires.
   They all gathered on the floor assigned to Ralthar's officers, stripping
their clothes in Ralthar's room. There the two groups stared in awe at the
site of their naked C.O.'s, both clearly the most massive of them all. The
two groups intermixed, and quite literally began licking and worshipping
Ne'Goth and Ralthar's huge bodies, their bodies covered in sweat, many of
the junior officers were rubbing their throbbing endowments on their C.O.'s
powerful, muscular legs. No less then three tongues were licking and
caressing their mammoth cocks, and huge melon sized balls.
  It soon fell into just a mass of huge bodies, fucking, sucking and being
sucked and fucked, a writhing mass of muscle, and giant cocks. However,
Ne'Goth and Ralthar shined as the lords of this mass of flesh, Ne'Goth
often having someone on each shoulder, taking turns sucking their cocks,
while he was fucking someone up the ass. Ralthar fucking someone up the
ass, while two others forced their cocks into his skilled mouth. The kind
of wild lustful orgy that only Daemarrians could conceive of to vent their
awesome sexual desire. They didn't stop fucking till almost the break of
dawn, sleeping in a huge pile of muscle, Ralthar and Ne'Goth each having a
pair of heads resting on their huge chests.

   The roads and thruways heading into Dretharra'Thae were once vast, and
aided greatly in the movement of material to initially reinforce the city's
defenses during the early half of the She'Gothan offensive in the area. But
when the surviving defenders were ordered to abandon the city, it was also
ordered to engage in a scorched earth policy, that included burning all the
farms, destroying bridges, and ripping the roads apart, anything to slow
the advance of the enemy.
  Now it seemed this policy was working against this strange and horrific
army now serving the empire. Grelthaenis Vedraln sat in his throne in the
heart of his modifed HQ half track, he was getting dark images, foreboding
signs. The canyon his forces were to pass through was ideal for an ambush,
but this pass also offered the best route to Dretharra'Thae.
  The sky was filled that morning with brooding blue and red clouds,
lightning of all colors crashed through the sky. The dimensional
instabilities made his detection, communications, and scanning equipment
all but useless, and the She'Gothans had lots of tricks up their
sleeves. Not only that but their equipment was not affected by such
anomalies.
  Grelthaenis went over to his comm officer, "Send a signal to all
division, brigade and regimental officers, including our 'allies'. I want
to have a staff meeting now!"
  Grelthaenis shivered at the sounds of static that interfered with the
signal, which had to be broadcast several times before everyone heard it,
how he hated Metagate now, this vast multi-dimensional world which held
such promise was now unleashing its fury on himself and his nation.
  An hour later, the ranking officers of this dark army gathered in a tent
with a 3-D planning table at the heart. Several of the gathered officers
were not even mortal, but horrific daemons, many of them looked just as
ready to eat the gathered Dark Elvin officers as work with them.
  "What is the meaning of this wizard, why have you had us all halt our
advance." One of the lead daemons shouted as Grethaenis arrived.
  "Because I have a feeling we are walking into a trap, the canyon we are
about to pass through reeks of ambush, and with no detection equipment
working properly that would only make the situation more ideal my dear
Adoneth." Grethaenis said with a sharp tone, daemon or not, no one
addressed him in such a manner.
  "Your so called intelligence said that the city would be defended by an
armored division, why should we worry about some 'lost children' in their
toys. My warriors, and myself are hungry for slaughter, I can feel it in my
jungs, and you are keeping me away from it!" Adoneth replied with a
horrific roar.
  "Those 'lost children' and their toys have a reputation for defeating
conventional units ten times their size, and before the anomaly started
some of our informants in the city that tapped into the She'Gothan comm
system had sent us back some interesting news. Besides the arrival of a
relieving garrison in the form of a foot infantry division, they said a
number of interesting communiqués went back and forth, some special
back-up called in after we stopped the force that tried to take the
fortress of Drethar'Vael. My guess is that they have brought in a Night
Brigade team, from the information I have on them, they are no strangers to
fighting your kind Adoneth! Oh and Adoneth, if you address me like that one
more time, you will go home in a most unpleasant way!" Grethaenis said, now
growling.
  For a moment the beginnings of horns began forming on his forehead, and
Grethaenis's eyes turned a bright red. Adoneth knew what this meant and
quickly made himself submissive.
  "Now then if there will not be anymore interruptions, I need to 'call in'
some additional help, then we will go according to a new plan, with what I
have in store for our young friends, we could soon turn the war around in
our favor." Grethaenis said, laughing, at first lightly, then gradually
building until he was laughing like a madman, scaring all the gathered
officers at the table considerably.

   Mid-day, Ralthar and Ne'Goth's troops are positioning
themselves. Ne'Goth's troops have broken up into two groups of sixty, one
on each side of the pass, using the dimensional instabilities and rock
formations to shield their positions. They were on average no less then 60
feet of the surface of the pass, they were hoping to get more surprise by
coming out of the sky on top of the daemonic host.
  Ralthar has positioned himself several miles back, taking advantage of
the instabilities, and the use of a portable illusion generator to shield
his tanks behind the veil of two sides of a rock ledge.
   The plan seemed fairly simple, but risky, they would lie in wait while
the daemons, who were the spearhead, pass by. Ralthar was to wait till all
of the Mechanized Infantry division had gone by him, then he would lift the
illusionary rock face, and attack them from the rear. Ne'Goth was to wait
till the heart of the Daemon host was in between his two sections then
sandwich them together.
  The suiting up was a sight for Ralthar's people, this was the first time
they had ever seen a Night Brigade unit prepare for action. All of them
were equipped with heavily modified Char'Thor series power armor, they were
even larger and nastier then any army version Ralthar had ever seen. At
first the large backpacks were thought to be power packs for the monsters,
till they saw that what were thought to be power cells were large jet
engines. Char'Thor suits were purely ground combat suits capable of high
jumping but were too bulky for sustained flight, these suits seemed to
prove that wrong.
  "I don't know if you are allowed to answer this, but how the hell did you
get flight engines on your suits, I thought the Char'Thors were too heavy
to fit with a set up like that, let alone allow you guys to move in them?"
Ralthar said as he was talking to Ne'Goth just before the deployment.
   "Well lets just say that repeated 'Bathings' is one way to get a little
more muscle power. Enough to let a Char'Thor series suit of power armor to
be fitted with a flight system, and be able to move around about twice as
good as your average groundpounder in an army version." Ne'Goth said with a
sinister smile.
   "Now I know why you guys creep people out, but glad to have you on our
side." Ralthar said with a smile.
   "Thanks, its good to see you again, you know we should get a hold of the
rest of the guys, have a full scale reunion." Ne'Goth said as he was
loading extra ammo bins to his legs for what appeared to be a giant rifle,
it had two barrels and each barrel had a muzzle girth of 40 mm's. The power
armor troops in his own company used single barreled 25 mm jobs, and he
thought that was some serious firepower for infantry, despite being in a
suit of power armor. This was of course besides the usual array of
oversized chain swords, axes, Gyrojet-SMG's and heavy pistols used in close
combat, some of them had them in matching or mixed pairs of pistols, SMG's
and swords and axes.
   Ralthar swallowed hard, he noticed the other Night Brigade people
carrying similar weapons, but theirs were single barreled.  Ne'Goth's close
combat weapons were something else entirely. A gigantic chain axe that had
runes Ralthar did not recognize lining the twin blades, the sheer size
would require Ralthar to use two hands, while Ne'Goth swung it around with
only one. The chain sword was of similar style to the axe, and had similar
runes as well, both must have been monsters in battle. His hand guns were
the most striking, twin Colt .72 Automnatics, the weapons were infamous as
'the' choice side arm of the Earth based Republica Transgalactica's Heavy
Armored Infantry Divisions, "Still have to have the biggest 'guns' don't
you." Ralthar said with a laugh.
   "Hey for once you have the bigger guns, hell two! Two 210mm HV cannons
in the name of the gods." Ne'Goth replied.
   "Don't forget the 320 mm. howitzer loaded in the back of the turret, in
its own semi turret." Ralthar then said with a prideful smile.
   "Well enough phallic talk, get through this alive, please! You're more
then a friend, you're family." Ne'Goth said, now growing sincere, and
serious, his eyes getting teary.
   "Same here, you better too." Ralthar said as they met in a hearty
embrace and kissed. Despite the layer of armor plate, myomer, and
exoskeleton, Ralthar never felt this close to Ne'Goth in a long time.

Part 2: The Coming Storm

   Everyone was figidty and nervous, they had been cooped up, and waiting
for three hours. Some were so nervous that they had to vomit. This was the
kind of waiting Ralthar dreaded, it was awaiting fate, waiting to see if
you will die or not. The daemonic host and the mundane troops came through
slower then anticipated. Ralthar had never seen anything like these
netherworld monstrosities in the flesh, he could see how they could defeat
a division of troops like the poor bastards in the 88th Armored
Grenadiers. He was actually shocked at the size of the host, almost five
thousand was what the sensors were reading, four thousand daemons were
going to face 120 Daemarrians. Ralthar let loose with prayers and blessings
for Ne'Goth, hoping that he pulls through this alive and well.
   Ne'Goth was shocked at the numbers, almost a thousand more then
expected. He never recalled seeing so many daemons, even during his
initiation mission to enter Night Brigade. He never had encountered so many
at once, so many blood-red skinned, horned monstrosities. Each caste of
daemons were very distinct in their appearance, the only thing they all had
I common were unusually large genitals half of them looked like they had a
tail in the front and their balls made it hard for them to walk, giving
many an off gate. He thought back to his initiation, a lone Daemarrian in a
realm of daemons, and darkness. He remembered what he was to the daemons,
Ne'Goth 'Princeslayer', that his chain axe and sword were created in the
infernal forges of Aboldeth'Mar for the Prince of the Lower Grehargor,
Dregordeth 'the Violator of Innocence'. The daemon prince that Ne'Goth
slew, took his prized weapons and had his way with the prince's harem for
thirty days.
   With those memories, Ne'Goth's fear was gone, he would let these far
lesser creatures know the wrath of 'The Princeslayer'. With his confidence
back Ne'Goth made several prayers and blessings that Ralthar get through
this all right.

   Soon the time was upon them, with the illusion still up, Ralthar had his
tanks open a horrific barrage, the seventeen 320 mm. howitzers of his tanks
let loose a wide spread barrage into the heart of the Imperial division's
APC's, from then on in Ralthar's brain was on automatic.
    The illusion faded and the tanks opened up with their 210's, ripping
vast wholes into the tanks and APC's that tried, in all the chaos to change
direction and face their ambushers. Ralthar's tanks were letting loose
their thunder non-stop, the eight Dreth'Garn jet V-TOL's soon took flight,
the air cavalry accompanying the division was soon being torn to pieces,
despite outnumbering the Daemarrians three to one. As soon as the heavy
firing was over the power armor platoons attacked the infantry and APC's as
they tried to face the Daemarrian onslaught.

   On Ne'Goth's end, his ambush went off without a problem, forty of the
sixty troops on each side leaped down on top of the daemonic beasties,
Ne'Goth one of them, the other twenty pored fire into the flying
daemons. Despite being creatures not entirely of flesh, 40mm gyro-jet
explosive shells still proved quite effective on them. Within a few minutes
however, the 302nd was out of ammo for their primary weapons, and that's
when it went into the brutal business of hand to hand combat, that is when
the 'The Princeslayer' truly made his presence known.
  The few flyers that were not taken down by the Daemarrians now fought on
more even ground as they swooped and dived in harrowing aerial hand to hand
combat with SMG and chainsword wielding armnored Daemarrians soaring
through the air on their suits jet packs. On the ground Ne'Goth and his
troops were covered in the black icor of flesh-given daemons, all around
were hellish screams, many not from the daemons but from blood lusting
Daemarrians who fought even more fiercely then these very soldiers if the
infernal realms.
  Slowly the Daemons were being driven back, and soon looked to be trying
to retreat, "By the Gods sir the fuckers are running!" Kredarn shouted as
his axe just buried itself into another blood red skinned, horned
monstrosity.
  "That isn't good they're heading for Ralthar's position. Also where the
fuck is Vedraln, he was supposed to be leading them" Ne'Goth said, his
blood pounding in his ears.

   "Holy shit, why are these bastards running straight for us, they're
being cut to pieces." Scharvorn shouted over the comm channel to Ralthar.
  "Beats the fuck out of me, but I'm almost out of ammo here....Holy shit,
I think I know why!" Ralthar shouted in response.
  The daemons were heading this way, and they were tearing through the
Imperial troops to get there. Almost out of ammo, and now facing over a
thousand screaming daemons. Some of the larger ones were actually throwing
battered tanks and APC's out of the way. Ralthar and his crew were in
shock, a group of some fifty giant 24 foot tall hulking monsters had taken
to the front, they stood there staring at the tanks of Ralthar's company
with hungry eyes, while Ralthar's jet V-TOL's were preoccupied with several
dozen winged nasties. All of the giants soon grabbed a wrecked vehicle hull
in each hand, then they threw, 100 battered tank hulls were flying towards
Ralthar's position. He raised his 210's, and the AA misslerack in the rear
of his tank, so did the tanks of his company, it all seemed to happen in
slow motion, till the tension was destroyed as they all open fired. More
then half the hulls came raining down in debris, some of the hulls that
were hit by the AA missles were sent back to the daemonic position, quickly
squishing several of the smaller ones, but three were heading right for
Ralthar's position. Suddenly the air filled with a violent sonic
boom. Suddenly, Ralthar felt something land on top of the tank. Still
hooked up to his VR scope he looked up and saw that it was Ne'Goth standing
on top of his tank, and he had caught the tank hull that would have landed
on him. It was awesome, on top of each targeted tank stood a member of
Ne'Goth's company.
   It was an incredible sight, each one held the battered hulk of a tank in
their arms, and a few seconds later shot them back. Ralthar stared with
shock, the others tossed them, and they went pretty far, one of them he
thought, might have been Keldran actually had his land on the Daemons side
squishing a few more of the bastards, and sending them back to their
infernal home. Ne'Goth, he shot his with such velocity, it went straight
for the lead giant daemon's head, taking it off with the hedge-chopper
mounted in front of the hull. With that horrible event occurring, the
daemons charged. Thankfully and with considerable surprise out from all
sides came Ne'Goth's company ripping into the daemon hosts, Ralthar tried
to fire where he could, using his remaining ammo as tactfully and
effectively as he could, but his company quickly expended their remaining
ammunition. Also out of ammo, the Jet V-TOL's plowed into the remaining
flyers till they were brought crashing down. Rentharn's was one of the last
ones to go down, he even landed on a few daemons in the process. Thankfully
just as several daemons were about to rush to the crashed vehicle, one of
Ne'Goth's troops quickly pulled Rentharn and his co-pilot out of the
cockpit before it was overrun.
  It seemed fate was not with the brave She'Gothan Republic soldiers now,
just as the Daemarrians were starting to repel and drive back the daemons,
from all around them came reinforcements in the form of over another
thousand minions of the infernal planes. Just as the shock of these new
arrivals settled in, Ne'Goth could make out a form standing atop the rock
face. Not thinking he immediately flew up to the top of the hill, hacking
his way through daemons as he went through the streams and hordes of them.
  When he reached the top of the hill, his suspicions proved true, "General
Grethaenis Vedraln I presume. " Ne'Goth said as he sheathed his sword, and
took out one of his monster handguns, one of his Colt .72 caliber automatic
gyrojet handguns.
  "Sorry I'm late Captain Ne'Goth Nalloc, but you know I had to suspect an
ambush like the ones you and your friends cooked up. We of the Empire might
not understand how your technology works, but we do know that in such cases
as dimensional instability that it does. I must say, you have done
extremely well, but I'm afraid..." Gethaeinis didn't finish as Ne'Goth shot
him in the head, at .72 caliber, and high explosive Ne'Goth didn't expect
much to be left.
   "Captain that was most rude, I as the villain and mastermind to this
carnage should finish my gloating, but it appears you've given me
no..CHOICE!" Ne'Goth watched as he saw Vedraln's head not only regrow, but
warp horribly, his olive skin turning to the color of clotted blood.
   "You see captain, I am of the sorceral order of Proginius Diabolis. We
are a closed order, the only way to gain admittance is to be born into it,
the lineage is very select, our fathers are no less then middle management
daemons, my father was in fact a Grand Duke in service to a Daemonprince!"
Gelthaenis said with a sneer, his beautiful elvin face becoming dark and
sinister, his head sprouting a full row of horns. The napoleanic styled
uniform soon began straining under the growing bulk of Gelthaenis body. His
shirt tore open revealing an expanding chest, straining with awesome
muscle, the long sleeves seemed to disintegrate under the rapidly filling
out arms. The skin was stretched vacuum tight over his huge
muscles. Gelthaenis also grew in height, his pants and long boots soon a
memory, as his legs lengthened and filled out to incredible size. Finally
the crotch burst open revealing a pendulous cock that snaked out, soon
reaching Gelthaenis's knees, and with a pair of melon sized testicles to
match.
   "Tasty little Daemarrian, I will fuck your corpse till it explodes when
I'm done with you." The newly daemonic Gelthaenis said as he spread blood
colored leathery wings to top off his daemonic transformation.
   Taking advantage of Gelthaenis's transformation and tirade to sheathe
his pistol and redraw his sword. Ne'Goth quickly charged at him. However,
Gelthaenis parried the initial axe swing with an elegant, rune covered
sword of his own. Ne'Goth managed to bring his sword in, and drive the
blade as far as he could into Gelthaenis's abdomen. The motors and myomers
strained, the whirling teeth of the chain blade whirled with all its might,
trying to drive the blade in further. Ne'Goth realized that Gelthaenis was
indeed the offspring of a higher daemon, the only daemonhyde he ran into
that was like that was on Dregordeth. He pried the blade out and withdrew,
just as his other arm was being forced back by Gelthaenis's blade.
   "That hurt asshole! I may have been the son of an Infernal Grand Duke,
that never stopped me from climbing the infernal social ladder. I am also
known as Prince Karnorleth, Despoiler of Ancients." Gelthaenis said with a
hideous kackle as he leaped upon Ne'Goth, the force quickly throwing him
off the cliff, with Gelthaenis on top. Ne'Goth roared with pain when he
landed, the force had driven the bulk of his jet pack into his back, and he
could swear he almost felt his back snap.
   "Wretched thing, you face the 'Princeslayer', one more infernal prince
to add to the tally!" Ne'Goth replied, then added, "Motherfucker, no one
makes me sound melodramatic, I am getting sick and fucking tired of your
jabbering!" Ne'Goth roared, as he swung his sword, he chopped off
Gelthaenis's left wing with the awesome blow. Searing in pain, Gelthaenis
rose up ready to bring his blade down on Ne'Goth, but Ne'Goth threw his
axe, the whirling blade cutting off Gelthaenis's sword arm, and sending the
daemonic blade flying. Gelthaenis screeching horribly in pain, brought his
other fist down on Ne'Goth's chest, denting the heavy armor plate on his
right side, the impact was such that Ne'Goth felt several ribs
crack. Biting down on his lips to the point they were bleeding from his
sharp teeth digging in, Ne'Goth through himself up and plowed into
GelThaenis. Gelthaenis was sent flying, crashing into the rockface,
bringing several boulders down on top of him. Ne'Goth panting, and in pain,
sensing that a few of his ribs were broken, and his back didn't feel the
greatest, readied himself, he had a feeling that was not the last of
Gethaenis Veldraln, but hoped the daemon would give him a few minutes for a
breather. Instead of bursting out of the rock like he expected, Ne'Goth
felt the ground shake, everyone around felt it shake, then right from
behind him rose Gelthaenis from the grounmd, his body searing hot.
   "You like chain blades, try mine bitch!... By the infernal realms,
you're making me sound like a bad ass, I hate badasses!" Gelthaenis
shouted, though bloody, half his face crushed, a wing chopped off, and
bleeding from his side, he did have a nasty surprise. Looking to be made
from bone cartilage, and muscle was a crude organic chainsaw with an ebon
colored bone blade.
   "Shut the fuck up!" Ne'Goth shouted as he chopped the other arm off with
his chain sword in a fit of rage.
   Just as Ne'Goth brings his blade down, Gelthaenis takes a swing with his
living chain blade at Ne'Goth's head, Ne'Goth quickly blocking with his
left arm, but the blade cuts through the armor plate in his fore arm, and
digs deep into the arm itself. Gelthaenis then brings his leg up and
delivers a solid roundhouse into Ne'Goth's side sending him
flying. Ne'Goth's sword falling from his hand on the force of impact.
   Ne'Goth tries to reach for his sword, but Gelthaenis's clawed foot comes
crushing down on the hand, Ne'Goth could feel several bones snap, and he
grimaces in pain, almost screaming.
   "Now little captain, you DIE!!!" Gelthaenis lets out a wheez, he looks
down and sees his own sword is now sticking out of his huge chest. The pain
causing Gelthaenis to lift his foot off of Ne'Goth's broken hand. Ne'Goth
looks back, and sees Ralthar, covered in black daemon icor, with several
nasty gashes, his uniform is in tatters, for all intents and purposes he's
naked, and sporting a full erection with the unholy flames of bloodlust
burning in his eyes.
   Not even thinking Ralthar lifted Gelthaenis from two ends, let out a
blood curdling roar, then 'rip'. Icor and cum mixed into a dark colored
purple mist swirling all around Ralthar's body, soon turning into a
tumultuous storm with red and purple lightning fly from the mist, then just
as suddenly the mist seeps into Ralthar in a few seconds. Ralthat looks
dazed, and soon collapses beside Ne'Goth.
   The battle is soon over, Gelthaen is dead, and his daemonic host is sent
back to its infernal home. Ne'Goth and Ralthar lie beside each other,
exhausted. "I can't believe you got out of your tank to go chasing daemons
around, are you crazy!" Ne'Goth said with a grin.
   "Well our ammo was out, besides those fuckers tore the turret off, we
fought for our lives, thank the gods they let us keep LAWs in there now or
else we might have not gotten out alive. We tried to find cover, held off
the bastards as long as we could with some assault rifles we also
carried. Then our ammo ran out, and we had to go hand to hand after
recovering a sword or two." Ralthar said with a laugh.
   "Does it seem so sick now, 'Mr. I Can't Believe We Still Do That'"
Ne'Goth said with a smirk, his suits med system was now pumping him full of
pain killers while his natural regeneration did the rest, he was only
uncomfortable now."
   "You think we're a civilized rational people, but then that blood of
ours carries some potent instincts. I didn't even realize what I did till
it was over." Ralthar said with a sigh.
   "It was like that for me too the first time, you didn't think. No matter
how advanced and civilized we claim we are, that part of our races'
heritage will always be there, maybe not as common but it will go on as it
has since before recorded history." Ne'Goth said with a smile, then added,
"You know what was the worst part about fighting that guy, he would not
shut up, kept on talking, he was asking to die just for that. Wanted to cut
those oversized balls off of his, and ram 'em down his throat." Ne'Goth is
now laughing at the thought.
   They both stood up, both feeling better after a couple hours rest. They
approached an assembled bunch of officers, all looking ready to drop dead,
"So what's the butcher bill?" Ne'Goth said with a sigh.
   "Well from our end, we're lucky, no fatalities, but 30 will need at
least a month to recuperate, we were able to re-attach any severed limbs
that we could find."  Keldran said with a slight smile, no one dead, that
was the important part (Note: Daemarrians possess incredible regenerative
abilities, severed limbs only need to be crudely reattached for the rest of
the body to re-bond with it, this is faster then letting the body re-grow
the limb).
   "We aren't so lucky, we lost four infantry between the two platoons,
Devar'Hoth, Geshar'Nal, Vendral'Morn, and Brethal'Gelgal." Fredal said, his
eyes heavy, he looked distraught, "But they died well, took a bunch of the
horned fuckers with them." He added, Grethorn hugging him, it was the pain
of command, losing those under you, and trying to live with the
responsibility. Casualties were a fact of war, though till now the
Shel'Gothan's got away lightly as apposed to what 'The Empire suffered, for
the Daemarrians any loss of life was serious.
   "Most of our tank crews are alright, nothing a week of rest won't take
care of but Shevor Ge'Voth and about half his platoon will be in sick bay
for a while, managed to reattach his leg, but he will need time to grow
another right eye." Scharvore said with a sigh.
   "Well after what we've been through, it could be a lot worse." Ralthar
said with a sigh.
   He sees Ne'Goth standing over a pile of dead daemons and hears him
laughing, curious, Ralthar walks over and looks down, Ne'Goth is staring at
the tattered remains of one of the daemons' standards.
   "What's so funny?" Ralthar asks, looking a little concerned.
   "The standard says, 'We Are Legion', I have seen that logo on gods know
how many standards, so unoriginal, Hell needs copyright laws."
   "We'll be laid up for a while, you want to get together, spend half of
it at 'The Pleasure Pit' perhaps?" Ralthar says with a chuckle.
   "You think they'll let us back in after that night?" Ne'Goth says with a
laugh.
   "Who knows, I'm sure it was the most interesting night they ever had
there." Ralthar says as he walks by, and picks up Gelthaenis's sword, it
fell out when Gelthaenis was yanked in half.
   "Great, I have some captured daemon weapons, and now you have one
too. We have more in common then you thought I bet." Ne'Goth said with a
laugh.
   "You have tendency to rub off on me, you beautiful hunk" Ralthar said as
they walked back to the gathered officers, feeling just a little bit
better.

The End.