Date: Fri, 26 Mar 2010 14:19:40 +0000
From: Wesley-Jade Wyngaard <mystories92@gmail.com>
Subject: Love on Iradnia, chapter six.

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Author's Note:

Leliho everyone! I hope you're still enjoying my story. Here is chapter
six. This one is definately more racy. I hope it gets your juices
flowing. LOL! Pleae send your comments to mystories92@gmail.com. Please,
I'd like to hear what you think. All emails mean a lot to me and keep me
inspired. To my best friends Jamie and David, thank you for your continuing
support. Enjoy!

Chapter 6

Dalen and Jiliura were moving through the Iradnian forest, sword and axe
drawn. They were being followed, Jiliura could sense it. They needed to be
ready to defend themselves.

"Be on your guard, Dalen, they are near," he said.

Dalen nodded and gripped his axe tighter. They had been travelling briskly
through the forest for three days, trying to make it to the white willow
before the seventh day. On the second day, Jiliura felt like they were
being followed. Jiliura followed his instincts and they never led him
astray. They caught the first glimpse of their pursuers on the night of the
second day, shadows moving swiftly after them, with deadly intent. Was it
bandits? Or was it something else? Maybe it was the beast that had chased
Dalen and Jaden into the Iradnian forest. Jiliura had no way of telling
unless they stopped and faced their opponents, which wouldn't be too long,
as they were becoming exhausted. They needed to rest or they'd never make
it.

"Dalen, we may need to fight them. We can't go on like this much longer,"
he huffed, keeping up their fast pace.

"Then let's do it and get it over with. I'm burning to blame something for
my son's disappearance," Dalen growled, his head turning back in a snarl.

"Very well, stop and stand guard. I hope you can use that axe well."

"Don't worry, Jil. I'll do my best, and I'm not unfamiliar with an
axe. I've been chopping wood most of my life."

Jiliura wondered if that would be enough. They halted in a small clearing,
panting and staring into the shadows concealing their pursuers. Their
hearts were beating achingly fast and sweat was glistening on their tired
faces. Then they heard it, soft growls all around them. They were being
surrounded. There was a stench emanating from their pursuers, horrible and
sickly, like living death. The two of them were hard pressed not to gag and
lose focus. Slowly, the shadows inched nearer, the stench
increasing. Jiliura focused his energy moving it to his left hand, his
right gripping his magical sword.

"Shield your eyes, and be ready to attack when I say," Jiliura whispered to
Dalen who was standing back to back with him.

With a quick motion, he thrust his hand up in the air, palm up and shouted:

Jilaht lasa! (Light flash)

Starting at his palm, light erupted and burst forth in all directions
illuminating all shadows and casting a brilliant light on the monsters that
were chasing them. That is exactly what they were, deformed, hideous and
nasty looking humanoid creatures outfitted in damaged and rusted
armor. Their skin was oozing and blackened at parts, bleeding and
disfigured. They brandished their swords with evil intent. When the light
hit them, they screeched and howled. Being creatures of shadow, they were
sensitive to light, but it wasn't deadly to them.

Jiliura steadied his sword. As soon as the flash passed he shouted, "Now!"
The two of them sprung forward, slashing at the creatures. Jiliura was
slicing and thrusting his sword into the decayed flesh with squelches and
cracks as the sword hit bone. Dalen lunged at a nearby creature and cleaved
its head off of its shoulders, kicking the rest of its body away as he sunk
his axe into another's chest.

At first, the monsters were sluggish as a result of the light flash, but
after a few minutes, while quite a few fell, they were beginning to get
better and started blocking attacks. A lucky creature managed to cut
Dalen's arm and it was starting to bleed profusely and sweat pouring from
his forehead was starting to sting his eyes. Jiliura was faring no
better. He'd managed to get a knock on his head, which was bleeding. He now
held his sword in both hands, just managing to keep the creatures at
bay. At this rate they definitely weren't going to make it. Jiliura scoured
his mind for spells that might aid them in escaping. He was too tired to
perform any of the major ones that caused destruction and those that were
left to him might only help for a while. He decided he didn't have any
choice.

Infiérna Sphero!  (Fire ball)

A ball of fire erupted above his hand and he threw it at the nearby
creatures. On impact, the ball exploded spreading fire to the creatures
near it. For a few minutes it worked, and while delivering deadly blows
with his sword, it looked like they were winning.

"Jil, there's more shadows coming!" Dalen exclaimed after seeing more
creatures approaching.

"No!" Jiliura shouted. He couldn't continue this much longer. He couldn't
allow Dalen to die!

Then a strange hissing could be heard all around them, and more
movement. The creatures had stopped attacking and were looking for the
source of the sound, momentarily forgetting Dalen and Jiliura. Then the
hissing also changed into growling. Creatures started falling. Unable to
defend themselves against this unseen foe, they began to flee. A minute
later and Dalen and Jiliura were seemingly alone in the clearing. But the
hissing still continued. All around them, they could see glowing eyes
appearing, surrounding them. Dalen gripped his axe until his knuckles were
white.

"Norujey gonawa fomaru usumi danda!" something hissed at them. It was
slightly feminine and purred as well.

"What's it saying?" Dalen asked Jiliura.

"Journey away from our land," Jiliura repeated in common tongue.

"What are they?"

"I don't believe it..." Jiliura was awed. Never before in his long life had
he heard anything like it, but he suspected what they were. He thought back
to what the Oracle of Denmore had said.

`Mysterian, throw what you think you know out of your consciousness and
journey forth with an open mind...' she'd said.

Did the Oracle know more about Iradnia than any Mysterian?

"What Jil!" Dalen exclaimed, breaking Jiliura out of his thoughts.

"Norujey gonawa fomaru usumi danda," they heard again.

"We best leave now and continue on. I'll explain once we get to safety,"
Jiliura said, tugging Dalen on his hand and pulling him away from the
clearing. They ran on and on until they were a good distance away from the
clearing. They stopped at what looked like a large oak tree. Jiliura looked
up into the canopy, noting that the tree had a hollowed out hole about
fifteen feet up. "We need to climb up into that hollow. We'll use that as a
camp tonight."

Dalen nodded and started climbing up while Jiliura kept watch from
below. Once he was in he held his hand out for Jiliura to grab hold
onto. With a little concentration, Jiliura sent power to his legs for a
brief jump, and he grabbed hold of Dalen's hand and was pulled up. They
fell onto each other in the hollow, Jiliura on top of Dalen. They gazed
into each other's eyes and brought their lips together for a brief
kiss. Then Jiliura saw that Dalen's arm was cut.

"You're bleeding."

"It's nothing, I'll just bandage it up," Dalen said, glancing at his arm.

"It's not nothing! Did you see those things? They practically scream
infection," Jiliura admonished. "I'll heal it up quickly, take off your
tunic."

Dalen gave Jiliura a saucy smile, but complied, wincing a bit at the sting
in his arm. A second later he sat in front of Jiliura, bare-chested,
presenting his arm to Jiliura. Jiliura placed his hand above the wound.

Dalen could see Jiliura's face frown in concentration. God, how he wanted
to plunder Jiliura's sweet mouth, savoring his flavor. How did this happen?
How did he fall in love? And for that matter, how did he fall in love with
a man? Dalen couldn't understand it, nor did he want to. He loved Jiliura.

Il kurahet! (Be healed)

Dalen's wound itched and felt warm. He saw the skin stitching itself
together, leaving no scar. Dalen caressed Jiliura's face with the hand of
his healed arm, and then brought his face closer for a kiss. Jiliura went
willingly into Dalen's arms and deepened the kiss, tightening his arms
around Dalen's neck.

"We're safe... for now," Jiliura said when Dalen stopped kissing him.

Dalen nodded, "I love you, Jil, I'm glad you're with me."

"I too, am glad. Now we need to get some rest."

Instead of agreeing, Dalen pressed his lips against Jiliura's again. After
a moment's hesitation, Jiliura kissed back, rubbing his lips sensually
against Dalen's. Dalen groaned with passion. Passion that was equally
mounting within Jiliura. Heat pooled at their groins and hands fumbled to
get clothes off. Jiliura caressed Dalen's naked back, feeling the ripples
of muscle and the heat of his skin. Jiliura couldn't imagine anything more
wonderful happening to him. Finally, after many years alone, he had someone
whom he could share his life with.

Dalen was moving his hands up and down Jiliura's chest, glowing in the
moonlight creeping down between the canopy of leaves shielding them. Dalen
could feel Jiliura's heart beating fast in his chest. Briefly separating
their lips, he moved down and placed a kiss on Jiliura's chest, silently
enjoying the shudder that he gave. Dalen then moved on toward Jiliura's
nipples, hard and peaked from arousal. Jiliura gasped and placed his
trembling hand behind Dalen's head, urging him on, urging Dalen to continue
giving him the shockwaves of pleasure permeating through his body. Dalen
moved on to the next one and it was as if the pleasure was
renewed. Jiliura's erection strained against his leggings, throbbing and
begging for release. He gasped when he felt Dalen's hand brush against his
aching need. Dalen was busy undoing the laces on the leggings, barely
holding back from ripping them off. He wanted to savor this moment with
Jiliura, wanted to show him exactly how much he cared for him. Words
weren't enough.

Finally, on an oath, Dalen hurriedly pulled Jiliura's boots off, followed
by the leggings that were keeping Dalen from the pleasure he could bestow
upon Jiliura. He took a moment to look at the virile, masculine beauty that
lay before him. No one could claim Jiliura of being soft and feminine, not
after seeing him like this. Toned, firm and smooth were a few if many words
that Dalen could think of to describe Jiliura's body, and when he looked at
the throbbing member that jutted up toward the heavens from a nest of dark,
tightly packed curls, Dalen's mouth watered. He moved his hands slowly up
Jiliura's thighs, his body desperately wanting to hurry up and take, but
his iron will refused, and he continued on past the core of pleasure that
tempted him to take, and plunder.

Taking a moment to divest himself of his boots and leggings, Dalen then
knelt between Jiliura's legs, mournful of the precious seconds he had
wasted on clothing. Jiliura couldn't take his eyes off of Dalen. How was it
that he could be so in love with this man? Dalen's hair glowed like an
angelic halo in the moonlight, his green eyes flashing from need. Dalen's
strong, muscled arms caressed his legs once again and travelled upward,
making him shudder and goose bumps rising on his skin, and again he
travelled past his manhood. Jiliura closed his eyes, savoring the feel of
Dalen's warm hands touching his skin. He took a deep breath as he felt
Dalen's warm breath on his cock, but he kept his eyes shut, wanting only to
feel at first. He gasped when he felt Dalen's first tentative lick. No
matter how erotic Dalen was being now, Jiliura new that this was Dalen's
first time with a man. Jiliura wanted it to be a memory Dalen would always
remember. Another Lick and Jiliura wanted to forget that and shove his cock
deep into Dalen's throat, but he held back, his love for Dalen held
back. He didn't want pleasure for himself, he wanted pleasure for Dalen.

Dalen took the head of Jiliura's manhood into his mouth and desire flooded
him when he heard Jiliura's satisfying groan. Dalen didn't know pleasuring
another man could be so blissful. He had the power to give Jiliura
satisfaction, and he wanted that. His mouth slid further down Jiliura's
shaft, his tongue flick back and forth. He could feel Jiliura straining
beneath him and he jolted when Dalen pinched his hard nipples.

"Oh, God!" Jiliura moaned.

Dalen bobbed his head up and down, really enjoying what he was doing. He
tasted Jiliura's juices, now flowing freely, and wanted more. He tightened
his lips and sucked harder, while listening to Jiliura's breathing
accelerate. But then part of him wanted to stop. He knew if he continued
what he was doing then it would all be over too soon. So he released
Jiliura's erection and it fell onto his stomach with a soft slap. A good
thing too because Jiliura was close to releasing his desire.

Jiliura gazed longingly up at Dalen and brought him down for another kiss,
his body warming him from the slight chill in the night air. He turned them
over straddling Dalen and sucked at his neck, sucking until there was a
visible dark stain marking his territory. Jiliura moved downward gripping
Dalen's love handles as he suckled on Dalen's coin sized pink nipples,
nibbling on them and feeling satisfied with Dalen's groan of delight. He
could feel Dalen's cock throbbing in the crevice of his butt, faintly
rubbing his puckered hole, and he wanted more than anything, to surround
Dalen with his warmth. He wanted Dalen in him badly. But it was still too
soon. He wanted to prolong their love making.

So he slowly inched his way down Dalen's body, licking, kissing, biting and
nibbling along the way, eliciting wonderful and arousing sounds from
Dalen's throat. He reached the trail of fine hairs that would eventually
lead him to Dalen's treasure and he shuddered in anticipation, thinking
back to the time he had first glimpsed Dalen's impressive cock, soft yet
thick and plump... mouthwatering! He could smell Dalen's scent, strong and
arousing. And then he stopped just above Dalen's cock. He breathed in
deeply and looked down. Yes, it was big. Long and thick, it jutted
upward. Straight until it tapered off into a pink, blunt, bullet shaped
head. Remembering how he wanted to caress it the first time, he could now
do it, and it jumped at Jiliura's touch. It was hot and he could see a
glistening pearl at the head. He stuck out his tongue and licked it,
causing Dalen's erection to jump again.

Cupping Dalen's ample balls, Jiliura took Dalen into his mouth, delighting
in the taste as well as Dalen's hiss. Slowly going down and only managing
to get half of it down his throat. Jiliura wondered if it was going to be a
problem to take him, but he pushed the thought away, concentrating only on
pleasuring Dalen. When the time came, he knew Dalen would be gentle. He
bobbed up and down, clamping his lips as tightly as he could and flicking
his tongue across the sensitive spot just below the head.

Dalen was running his fingers through Jiliura's dark hair and murmuring his
name over and over again until he couldn't take it anymore. With a burst of
energy, he shifted the two of them until he was on top of Jiliura, between
his spread legs once again. He looked deeply into those pools of dark brown
and saw the love and the need in them, "I love you, Jil," he murmured. He
went down and sucked on Jiliura's nipples. His hands roamed upward and his
right index finger reached Jiliura's lips, rubbing them, and then entering
between them. He thrust it in and out until it was good and wet. He then
removed and placed it at Jiliura's puckered hole. It spasmed at his touch
and he rubbed around the edge, preparing Jiliura for penetration. He then
inched his finger in slowly and Jiliura groan quietly at the intrusion and
taking deep breaths to relax him. When Jiliura was relaxed and loose
enough, Dalen started thrusting in the second finger, stretching it while
sucking on Jiliura's lower lip, distracting him when he introduced the
third finger. Jiliura groaned but remained still, trying to keep from
tightening his sphincter. To help take his mind of the penetration, he
looked into Dalen's emerald orbs, trying to give as much love with one look
as with words, or a touch.

"Are you ready?" Dalen asked breathlessly.

"Born ready. I want you in me. Need you in me," Jiliura replied huskily.

With that, Dalen removed his finger and moved into position, lifting
Jiliura's legs and positioning it over his shoulders, effectively giving
him all the access he needed to Jiliura's most secret of places. It looked
highly erotic to the both of them, the position they were in. It was an act
as old as time, a mating ritual performed between two lovers. Two lovers
showing each other in the most intimate of ways just how strong their
feelings for each other were.

Dalen positioned himself at Jiliura's entrance, rubbing his cock head
around Jiliura's hole, making him gasp in pleasure. Then he started pushing
slowly. To relieve himself of excess pain, Jiliura pushed outward, granting
Dalen easy access. Dalen watched Jiliura carefully for any signs of
pain. When he saw none, he pushed again and was suddenly through the
barrier that fought against entry. Jiliura groaned and Dalen wanted to pull
out, but Jiliura grabbed hold off Dalen's firm mounds and held him in
place.

"Are you okay?" Dalen asked worriedly.

Jiliura chuckled, "I'm fine; give me a second to adjust."

To keep Dalen in place, Jiliura folded his legs around Dalen and brought
him down for another kiss, thrusting his tongue deep into Dalen's
throat. Then, when Dalen felt Jiliura loosened around him, he started the
slow, short thrusts into Jiliura. Jiliura whimpered with pleasure and urged
Dalen on by pushing him with his legs around Dalen's waist. Panting, they
stared into each other's eyes, Dalen's thrusts becoming longer and deeper,
hitting that spot within Jiliura that had him seeing stars and moaning out
loud along with the wolf that could be heard howling in the distance.

"You're so tight, and warm," Dalen managed.

"And you feel so good inside me. Take me Dalen, I need more," Jiliura
moaned.

As if getting his second wind, Dalen thrust faster and harder, desperately
wanting to bring them both to the edge and to spill over. He could no
longer feel the chill breeze. He forgot the terror he fought earlier
on. All he knew was the burning heat inside him, surrounding him and the
need to satisfy them both, the need to make Jiliura his in everything but
name. He was close, deathly close, but he could not give in yet. He wanted
them both to spill over that precipice, to explode in the blinding
supernova of pleasure that would be released in the end.

He gripped Jiliura's erection between them and stroked it, eliciting a
louder moan from Jiliura. A few minutes later Jiliura couldn't hold it
anymore, the pleasure was too much, "I'm going to come! O mia Tirvina!"
Jiliura's seed spewed forth from his rock hard cock, bathing his and
Dalen's chests in the warm milky white cream.

Dalen groaned. Feeling Jiliura squeeze his cock tightly immediately set him
off into his own climax, feeling those intense tingling sensations spread
out from his groin and giving him extreme pleasure. Jiliura could feel the
strong jets spurting inside of him and happiness blossomed inside him at
having something of Dalen in him.

With a grunt, Dalen fell on top of Jiliura, his dick still firmly embedded
in him, but softening quickly. They sighed in their post-orgasmic bliss,
content to just hold each other and cherish the pleasure they had shared
together.

A question formed in Dalen's mind, "What was it you said, in Raldin I mean?
I didn't quite catch it."

Jiliura smiled and caressed Dalen's cheek, "O mia Tirvina. Oh my God. I
couldn't come up with anything more original."

Dalen chuckled, "That's okay, the feelings we shared were original enough."

Jiliura hated to break the spell they were in but it was getting colder,
and they were not dressed for it. "We need to get dressed unless we want to
catch cold."

"You're right, my love."

"I love you, Dalen."

"I love you too, Jiliura."

Content and happy for the moment, they got dressed and settled for the
night, safe high up in the wide hollow of the tree.


***

`Remain quiet,' Leandas projected to Calen.

They were in a part of the Iradnian forest that was known for its deep
magic and secrets, as well as the dark. They were crouched in a nearby
brush, one Locarai Beldas knife drawn. Leandas looked at Calen remembering
the boy that was once Jaden, but no longer, completely stripped of his
identity and memories, left to start a new one.

Leandas remembered rushing to his mother's chambers, Calen following
seemingly unfazed by what had happened to him earlier on in the throne
room. Leandas told his mother everything he knew, that he had done a memory
stare spell on him and found no trace of any human memories, memories that
weren't supposed to be stripped away. Leandas felt the loss, even if Calen
didn't. Memories were precious, no matter what race you were.

Lanara checked as well, deeply troubled that something like this had
happened. She tried to find traces of energy left behind that could
possibly lead her to its source. But the spell performed was very powerful
and no trace of it could be found. There was no way his mother could
restore any of Jaden's memories.

"The only way to get them back, my son, is to discover his true name..."
Lanara had said, intuitively aware of her son's growing feelings for the
human child.

Leandas had come to the same conclusion and nearly balked at the endless
possibilities of names that could be Jaden's. Furious, Lanara held a
council meeting in the hopes of finding the culprit, but no one took
responsibility for their actions. Further inquiries had been made, but it
would take time, and subtlety. So with nothing else to do, and Calen's
training was basically done, the Council members sent Leandas and Calen on
their way.

Their mission, as Leandas explained to Calen, was to journey deep into the
darkest parts of the forest and investigate a group of dark magicians. It
was thought that they were the cause of all the evil beasts appearing in
the great forest of Iradnia. Now, hiding in the bushes, the two of them
looked on as a group of mean swathed in darks cloaks stood circled around a
large fire, chanting in ancient Raldin. There was a white circle drawn on
the ground, just outside the ring of dark magicians. Leandas could feel the
evil of the magic and it made his skin crawl. Whatever light there was in
the area they were in was receding and only the sickly glow of the fire
remained. Silently, heading the call of the darkness, seven large beasts
emerged from the surrounding forest. Calen couldn't understand why the
beasts seemed so familiar and invoked a feeling of terror in him. Leandas
knew these were the beasts that had chased Jaden and his father through the
forest that night.

 One of the magicians stepped forward, closer to the fire and began
chanting louder. Leandas and Calen could now clearly hear what they were
saying. It was a summoning spell... a spell to summon a demon. Leandas
Immediately new they had to stop the completion of the spell, for if they
successfully summoned the demon to Iradnia, there was very little they
could do to stop him. The last time a demon had been summoned, the forest
of Iradnia had burned and humankind was on the brink of extinction. Leandas
knew that it was thanks to two warriors, one born in eternity and one born
here, but elsewhere, that had defeated the demon. Sadly the two warriors
had perished. It was also the time when elves hid themselves from man.

"We have to stop them, Calen. Get ready to attack," he whispered to Calen.

They tried to move forward but was hampered by an unknown barrier. This was
not good. It was not magic Leandas was familiar with, so he didn't know how
to break. Because of their longevity, elves were much stronger than humans
at magic, but this was something else. This shield was demon magic. With
fear slowly creeping through his heart, he knew they would succeed at
summoning the demon. Leandas and Calen could only look on in horror at what
unfolded before their eyes.

"Circle marked upon the ground; "Beasts moving round.  "Smoke rising to the
sky "Our power now is moving high."


Leandas and Calen could feel the oppressive force and it caused beads of
sweat to form on their foreheads. Calen looked Leandas in fear, but there
was nothing he could do.

The magicians continued their chanting: "Chant the words, chant them well;
"Work the magick, weave the spell.  "Forever on earth you will walk this
ground "Spreading darkness, terror abound."


Leandas knew this was no ordinary demon. He could sense the forest
trembling in familiar fear. Whatever animals roamed this area had retreated
far away. He tried to think back to his lessons as a youngling. His
instructor had taught him about the Great War the demon had incited on
Iradnia. He tried to remember the name of the demon.


"Golden beauty you will bear, "A lineage of pain to befall mortal heirs."
"Tragedy to spread at your hand "We summon you to walk this land...
"VALERAN!"


That was it! That was the name! And with that a blinding flash and pulse
erupted from within the circle knocking Leandas and Calen on their
backs. They hurriedly sat up to look to the clearing again. All the
magicians were kneeling on the ground in exhaustion and homage to the being
that stood in the centre of the circle. Fear clutched at Leandas' heart and
he knew that history was going to repeat itself


Within the circle stood the demon, Valeran, his nude and aroused body
glowing with renewed power. His face was horribly beautiful and Leandas'
and Calen's bodies unwillingly responded to it. Valeran's face had a
sinister, exalted smile on it and his fangs dripped poison from his
mouth. His hair was shortly cropped and red in color. His body was
Adonis-like and muscles rippled underneath the golden skin. His large cock
dripped demonic semen, obviously coming out of an orgasmic summoning. He
then laughed a despicable, frightful laugh that chilled to the bone.


The lead magician stood and slowly approached the demon. "My lord, we live
to serve thee." He knelt once again in front of the demon.


"AND SERVE ME WELL, YOU ALL WILL," it said, its voice uncharacteristically
loud, deep and booming, a voice of power. "WHAT HAVE YOU SACRIFICED FOR MY
SUMMONING?"


"My lord," the magician bowed his head, "I have sacrificed my immortality."

Immortality? Leandas wondered.

The demon pushed back the magician's hood and Leandas had to stifle a
gasp. Before the demon knelt Heleria, an elf on the council back at
Glenfey. `Traitor!' Leandas' mind screamed.

"AN ELF! HOW IRONIC. YOUR SACRIFICE IS WELL RECEIVED. YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL
ONE, NO?" the demon tilted Heleria's head up.

"WILL YOU PLEASE YOUR MASTER?" the demon asked, lust burning in his black
eyes. It was really ironic for him to have his most hated enemy as a
follower. He would use this one well. This one was beautiful, pale blond
hair, dark blue eyes, with a slightly built frame and pale skin, fire
burning in his eyes. Yes, he could use that fire, and destroy the elves
with one of their own as his followers and then he will kill this one, the
last one.

"I will do anything you ask of me."

Valeran smiled again, and brought Heleria closer to his erection. Without
hesitation, Heleria took the demon's cock into his mouth and started
sucking, bringing a groan to the demon.

"IT'S BEEN TOO LONG..." he moaned. "THE REST OF YOU, LEAVE AND PREPARE MY
HOME!" he boomed.

In a puff of dark smoked, the rest of the dark magicians left, leaving
Valeran and Heleria to their evil pleasure.

Leandas took that as a sign to leave as well, not wanting to look at the
disgusting, yet arousing sight any longer. He grasped Calen's hand and they
slinked off silently, needing to make their way hastily back to Glenfey.

Meanwhile Valeran was enjoying Heleria's ministrations. "YOU ARE GOOD AT
THIS. YOUR RACE MUST NOT HAVE CHANGED MUCH."

Heleria only answered with a moan, unashamedly enjoying having the demon's
very large and leaking sex in his mouth. He could barely get half of it in
his mouth, and it was so thick. He grasped the bottom half of Valeran's
cock and shuttled his hand back and forth, flicking his tongue back and
forth over the ultra sensitive tip of the demon's cockhead, loving the
sweeter flavors of the precum. Valeran reeked sexuality and every person
who would look at him in the future would desire him. Right now, Valeran
grasped Heleria's hair and thrust into his mouth, pleasure centered in his
erection. But he wanted more.

"ENOUGH!" he exclaimed, ripping Heleria off his dick. He pushed Heleria
hard onto his back. Heleria grunted with pain. With a wave of his hand,
Valeran ripped Heleria's clothes of and looked at his fey beauty. His
average erection throbbing in bush of fine blond hair.

Fear lanced through Heleria. He knew what was coming next. He body longed
to protest, but he remained still. He had successfully brought ruin on the
world. He was going to see it through, even if it meant having to give
himself up the demon. But he still feared the pain to come.

Valeran dropped to his knees between Heleria's legs, the earth shuddering
gently. He roughly lay on Heleria, deciding to milk this moment for all it
was worth, and thrust his tongue into Heleria's mouth. Revulsion at kissing
the demon on the mouth briefly flooded Heleria's mind, but he succumbed to
the pleasure it thrust into his mind. He could feel Valeran's cock rubbing
against his and he groaned.

Valeran broke the kiss and uttered a guttural laugh. Finally, he could
exact revenge on the world that defeated him so long ago. And all it took
was one elf's thoughts of destruction and his immortality. He could just
see the shock on that whorish elven queen's face when she finds out it was
one of her own that brought darkness back.

Not wanting to waste this moment any further, he took hold of Heleria's
legs and pushed them up until they touched his chest, exposing all of
Heleria.

Perfect, Valeran thought, an arrogant virgin for the taking. It would make
him stronger. He positioned the head of his cock at Heleria's entrance.

Heleria's eyes widened. "Master, will you not loosen me up?" he whimpered
fearfully.

Valeran looked into Heleria's eyes and smiled evilly. "WHY?" so naïve, he
thought, and thrust into Heleria.

He took immense pleasure in Heleria screams of agony and he laughed,
thrusting powerfully, coldly enjoying the tight virginal chute. Heleria had
tears streaming down his face. The pain was unbearable and he wanted it to
stop. But he knew he had to please his master, or he would die for
nothing. Eventually he became numb to the pain, and feelings of pleasure
began to snake its way up Heleria's body. He began to thrust back onto
Valeran's cock. Valeran was grunting from pleasure, and he increased his
pace, wanting to reach that point of ecstasy... for him, at least.

Nearing the brink, he leaned back down, continuing his powerful thrusts and
started nibbling at Heleria's neck. Ah, the sweet smell of blood. Almost
there, he thought. The he felt Heleria's ass muscles squeeze tightly around
his cock, and he could feel Heleria's cock spasming between them, and the
stickiness that spread. Heleria moaned in pleasure, but it was short
lived. Grunting for one last time, Valeran came deep into Heleria's
body. He reared his head, exposing his fangs, and bit into Heleria's
neck. Heleria screamed in pain, the intense burning sensation spreading
thought his body.

Valeran moaned, his cock spurting demon come, his mouth sucking greedily at
Heleria's neck. Heleria's screams only increased Valeran's pleasure and
extended his orgasm. He thrust harder into Heleria, moaning and moaning as
he continued emptying himself. One last time and he was done, rejuvenated
and still highly aroused. But for know he was sated. Heleria was still
alive to serve until the end.

Still embedded in Heleria, he sat up on his haunches, gripping Heleria's
hips to keep his cock in the warmth, and laughed up into the Iradnian sky.

A mile away, Leandas had heard Heleria's scream and then the demon's
laughter filled the night. They had to hurry.


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