User blog:AloofComputer/Lilim's Cheap Tactic - WWYD Response One-shot

A/N: Hello everyone. This post is an answer to a WWYD proposed by Bomberman666 (thanks again!) so credits to him for the concept and start of the story. This is my first answer to a WWYD (in the form of a one-shot). Artistic liberty has been taken in some places, hopefully it doesn’t take from the concept too much. Please do comment, it’s what makes me a better writer (hopefully). And, of course, lemon in there somewhere (like you didn’t know of this already).

“Help!”

I raised my gaze from my sword, which I’ve been sharpening and polishing for the past hour. Equipment maintenance is key to the battle against the mamono forces; this rule was drilled into my head at the commander’s camp during my training as a knight. Even as a knight of the royal guard, I never neglected my drills and training.

The source of the cry was a young woman, her peasant clothes ripped and dirty. The priestess in my group moved quickly to meet her.

The girl had certainly seen better days. She was panting hard, and was drenched in sweat. Some scrapes on her shins showed that she had run a long distance through the forest. The rest of my group moved to meet them, as the priestess cast a healing spell to the girl, and tried to calm her down.

“What is it?” I asked, as I took her hand. The girl was shivering badly, and was clearly terrified. I sighed and patted her head gently in order to calm her down.

“There, there, girl, you are safe now. What is the problem?”

“...i-it’s monsters! They attacked the town!” the girl blurted out. My blood froze. The nearby town wasn’t large, but it had a decent militia force and a small castle that doubled as a town hall. If the girl was correct, it would seem that the attacking force was powerful enough to give them trouble. I turned to my comrades. The mage cursed under her breath and began packing, the ranger went to prepare the horses without a word. I stayed with the priestess and the villager, trying to get more information.

“It’s all right, now you are safe. Now tell me everything. From the start.” I asked as reassuringly as I could. The priestess cast a calming spell on the girl; the experience was obviously too much for her. She was hyperventilating and close to passing out.

“I-I was out in the fields, w-when I heard the noise. I saw the guards running, and m-monsters chasing them. I ran as fast as I could to get help… the… the screams...” the girl started crying.

The priestess took the girl and put her head on her shoulder, as she started sobbing and shaking. She shot me a worried look. Trying to look as calm as calm as I could, I went to meet the others that made preparations.

“So, what are up against?” the ranger asked, as he saddled the forth horse.

“I don’t know. The girl was too terrified, and didn’t see much. She mentioned the guards running, as she saw them from the fields.”

“That’s not very helpful.” the mage commented.

“Still better than nothing” I retorted, slightly annoyed at her know-it-all attitude. “The guards were fleeing to the outskirts of the town. That means they were overpowered, or taken by surprise… probably the latter. If they had been prepared, they would have holed up inside the castle. We may very well be walking into a trap.”

“So why don’t we send for reinforcements?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“That scenario is just one of many. We need to scout the place, search for survivors, and assess the enemy force. It can be a hit-and-grab raid, and the monsters might have already fled. Everything ready?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The ranger nodded. Man of few words, that one, but still a very reliable scout and sharpshooter. The priestess came in the stable, with her provisions in a bundle.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“How is the girl?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“I left her at the temple. The sisters there will take care of her. I also left a message to the captain of the guard, to pass it to the capital.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in">“Good thinking.” I nodded approvingly. “It’s a couple of hours ride to the city… we should get going.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">None of us spoke a word during the ride to the attacked city. Leaving our horses inside a now-abandoned barn, we gathered at its entrance to plan our movements.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“I feel a strong source of demonic mana from the city.” the mage noted.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“I haven’t seen movement from the city.” the ranger spoke.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Deeply troubling, that. Usually, when a city falls, the streets are littered with monsters looting and grabbing men and women.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Seems we were too late for the party.” I sighed. “The raiders must have left a long time ago. Still, some of them might be holed inside the city, so we need to flush them out. We will need information on what we will be facing. So, you” I nodded at the ranger “will be the vanguard. Next is the mage, to provide support. Next is the priestess, and the rearguard will be me.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Very brave of you, Sir knight.” the mage scoffed. I shot her an icy glare.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“If our esteemed mage wants to be the rearguard and be the first to face a surprise attack, please, by all means.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">That shut her up all right. Mages. For all their knowledge, most of them didn’t have even the most basic understanding of tactics.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">We approached the city cautiously, ready for an ambush. The ranger regularly stopped and traced the footprints he found, announcing with a few words his findings.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Lizardman, adult, heavily armored.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Minotaur, adult.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Salamander, young adult, heavily armored.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Succubus, adult, lightly armored.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Centaur, young adult, heavily armored, or carrying a heavy load.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Apart from the ranger’s few words, the silence was unbroken and deafening. My sense of unease grew with each step. The houses were left open and empty, and signs of struggle were everywhere… but not anything else. I expected to see at least some signs of rape; after all, even the most disciplined of dullahans were unable to stop themselves from sampling the spoils of the raid on the spot… but there was nothing.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“It’s too quiet.” the mage mirrored my own thoughts. “Where is everyone?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“It reeks of trap. Can you pinpoint the source of the monster mana?” I asked.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“It’s the castle.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Damn, I was afraid this would be the case. All right, we will make our way there, carefully, confirm it, then retreat.” I dictated my plan after some thought. The town is sacked, there is no point to linger here needlessly. Maybe we can neutralize the source, but to reclaim it we will have to return in force.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The city’s castle isn’t a large, imposing and gaudy one, but it is sturdy and well-built. Its gates were open, with no signs of struggle; this hinted that the city was taken by surprise, rather than a direct attack.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Get ready. They will spring their trap once we are in place.” I said, my hand gripping my sword hilt.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Then we can just get going and avoid it altogether!” the mage exclaimed, irritated.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Not yet. We need to know what happened here. The town was taken by surprise. That is not something that can be organized and executed by anyone. We may be looking at the start of a full-scale invasion campaign for all we know.” I retorted, as she exhaled sharply in annoyance.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">We entered the hall of the castle, littered with armors that apparently fell during the raid. With a mighty kick I opened the inner doors, sword drawn, expecting to find a sizable group of monsters inside. Instead, the scene of destruction and silence welcomed us to the inner chamber. Tables and chairs were upturned, curtains ripped, chandeliers torn down, yet nobody was in sight.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Is this the source? I can’t see anyone-” my words were stuck in my throat as the doors slammed close, and a haughty laugh echoed in the room. A figure appeared from behind the large chair of the town mayor. Its silver, long hair were swaying, as the figure walked round the impromptu throne and sat on it.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Welcome to my town, humans. I hope you don’t mind the current state; I will renew the decorations soon.” The seductive voice mocked, the pair of glowing red eyes seemed to pierce into my soul. I heard the mage curse under her breath, and the priestess utter a small prayer. I lowered my gaze quickly; a burning feeling threatened to burst through.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“A lilim… chief god protect us!” I heard the priestess whisper. My hand gripped my sword tighter. Too bad it wasn’t a blessed weapon… but we would have to make do with whatever we had.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“SCATTER!” I yelled, as I charged the embodiment of my enemy, and the sole purpose of my training. With a smile and a flick of her hand, the she-devil unleashed a spell that threw me several paces backwards. The ranger had already sprung into action, letting two arrows loose, what whizzed by me, their target the lilim before me.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The mage was already conjuring a flame ball, and the priestess was chanting. I stumbled to my feet, gritting my teeth. I had to buy those two time; it was impossible to defeat a lilim on steel alone in a straight battle. I rushed forward, bringing my shield forward. If that trick worked against liches and dark wizards…

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The lilim moved again, hurling the same spell with a look of annoyance. I let go of my shield, as the spell hurled it away, and grabbed the sword with both hands, slashing down as hard as I could. The sound of another arrow made me smile; the ranger was a seasoned veteran, and he had grasped the timing perfectly. The sound of fire behind me wasn’t as reassuring, however, and a split second later my fear was confirmed; the ball of fire enveloped me, as I ran at full speed towards the lilim, turning me into some kind of flaming projectile, screaming in fury and pain. The lilim was surprised, to say the least; I fell on her with force, the fire inferno covering both of us, its sheer force putting me off balance and swaying my hands enough to miss the slash.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Damn that amateur; I would be sure to give her a piece of my mind if I pulled through this alive. The lilim screamed in pain, as a flaming knight in full plate fell on her at the speed of a galloping warhorse. With a strong push, she sent me flying and tumbling back to where I started. I stood up groggily with a pained grunt. My vision was blurring, and I took a few breaths to steady myself.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The whistling of arrows continued, as well as the sound of fireballs bursting. Someone stood by me and started a short chant… the priestess. Her healing spell was like cool water on a scorching summer noon; my body recovered.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Thanks” I murmured as I took off to re-engage the monster in melee. The lilim had a look of absolute fury, a few burn marks on her from my previous assault. I grabbed my shield as I ran at her, and brought it forth. The same trick wouldn’t work twice, but the monster was hurling fire and ice spells like there was no tomorrow, and a few of them burst on it, slowing me down a bit. With steady steps, I pushed forward the onslaught of magic, hoping to dear chief god that the idiot of a mage wouldn’t scorch me again. The lilim was pressed by the continuous attack from the ranger and the mage; she could have sent me flying but was preoccupied with deflecting and attacking those two, and only hurling a few spells my way. Just a little closer…

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“ENOUGH!” the lilim yelled, as a blast of magical force pushed the debris of furniture around her. The force of the blast brought me to my knees, and from the sounds coming behind me, it must have toppled that beansprout of a mage over. Now or never.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">With a dash, I rushed to the lilim, slamming my shield at her side. She stumbled back to the wall, giving me a chance. With a yell, I thrust my sword at her, only for her to hit it with the same spell and launch it from my hand. My shield and helmet followed suit, and in my desperation, I body slammed her, pinning her to the wall and holding her wrists.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“HIT US NOW!” I yelled.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“But-”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“THAT’S AN ORDER!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The lilim squirmed under the weight of my armor; that was weird. The monster could throw me off her with a simple move- oh. My thigh rubbed between her legs. Swallowing my disgust, I pressed harder, trying to ignore her heavy breathing on my ear and her sweet smell invading my nostrils-

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">It took enormous mental discipline to focus and brace for the scorching pain to come… yet it didn’t. Had the mage chickened out? Then an intense light enveloped both of us and the lilim screamed in pain, throwing me off her. The priestess completed her chant and rushed to my side, as I laid down.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Holy water” I said, weakly. I had to be purified of the demon miasma clinging on me. The priestess nodded and opened several vials of holy water, pouring them on me. The blessed water sizzled as it touched the places where my armor touched the lilim, until the monster mana was washed off.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Another healing spell later, I rose to my feet. The lilim was laying in a heap at the wall. I turned to the mage, furious.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Why didn’t you hit us when you had the chance?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Any snide remarks and arrogant attitude left the mage’s face before my anger. She looked… exhausted, to the point of collapsing.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“… save it for later. Now we have to return to-”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The lilim’s seductive laugh interrupted me. I watched in horror, as she rose shakily. Her perfect face, now blemished by scorch marks and small cuts, was twisted in sadistic fury.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Fools! Do you think you've won? The trap has already sprung, and my forces are already inside the town, closing in as I speak. Soon an army of mamono will swarm this place and finish where I have… temporarily withdrawn. Have fun with them!” with a wave, she disappeared in a purple flash.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The ranger moved quickly, dashing up the stairs to the castle’s windows, while the rest of us where stunned. I swear, that guy isn’t phased by anything. He opened a window, then immediately closed and locked it.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“They are coming.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">I turned to the mage. She was breathing heavily; it seems that the battle with the lilim had left her drained… so teleporting was out of the question.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“We can barrricade ourselves here. They aren’t many.” the ranger suggested.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">I shook my head. “More will come. The lilim will see to it. How long before they arrive?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“An hour, at best. They are searching the town as they go, but they have us surrounded.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Damn.” I turned to the mage. “Did you remember to bring mana potions with you?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">She nodded, still panting, and pulled a single bottle from her pouch. Clearly not enough. I grit my teeth, and turned to the priestess.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Tend to her, help her recover as much as she can. We will buy you some time.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">I grabbed my helmet, sword and shield, and nodded to the ranger to follow me.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“You know that she can’t teleport all of us.” the ranger commented, as we closed and barred the heavy gates.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Yes.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“One of us-”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“I know.” I cut him off. “That’s why I will need your expertise.” I turned to him.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“I’ll need to set up a trap, to distract them enough for me to slip through.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“I can stay behind. I will have an easier time-”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Out of the question. My Code of Conduct forbids leaving anyone behind.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in">The ranger looked at me curiously, before shrugging. “What do you have in mind?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Are you ready?” I asked the mage, as I approached.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“No… I won’t be able to take all of you out of here.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“How many can you take?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Two… maybe three, myself included.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Good. Before you go, wipe your sweat on this cloth.” I handed the women a piece of fabric from the torn curtains. She looked at me in confusion.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Just do it. And then teleport the hell out of here. Once you are out, reach the next village and request immediate reinforcements. Here.” I handed her my signet ring, signifying me as a knight of the royal guard. “This will make things easier and quicker with the militia at the villages. You are to lead the group now, so no mistakes.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in">She nodded. I took the pieces of fabric, now damp with sweat, and watched them, as they disappeared in a flash of white light. Smiling, I took my armor off and went to apply the finishing touches.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The doors shook as five minotaurs slammed against it. The thick oaken barrier was built to withstand all but the heaviest of blows, but time had weakened it. The combined superhuman force of horny mamono was as potent as any battering ram, and with a few more slams, the wooden beam blocking them shattered, opening the way for a large group of minotaurs, salamanders, lizardmen and centaurs to burst through, with a few succubi captains flying above them.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">What greeted them was the sight of an entire squad of armored knights in defensive positions, entrenched in the center room, with their commander standing behind them. The curtains in the room were torn and drawn, letting a few rays of light to slip through. They rushed towards them, screeching in lust, rushing past a couple of armors that had miraculously stayed standing in the main hall. The succubi slammed on the commander, as the rest of them tackled a knight.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The loud clang of empty metal echoed as the empty armors collapsed under the mamono assault. The monsters were disoriented; those armors had the smell of sweaty men and women, but proved to be just armors. A small hiss was never heard over the loud clanking metal, signifying the closing trap. The smoke bombs went off, filling the room with thick black smoke. Confusion became panic, as the mamono struggled to find the exit.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in">One of the armors in the main hall moved, coming down as silently as he could. With haste, he closed the inner doors and barred them with the massive yet blunt halberd it wielded. Turning around, it dashed outside.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">I ran as fast as I could, ditching the antique decorative armor on the way. It was a risky move, setting up dummies, booby trapping them with smoke bombs and rubbing them with the sweaty fabrics, while pretending to be a decorative armor right at the hall. This trick was disgraceful to pull off as a knight, but survival came first. Yet, it worked. I’ll have to thank the ranger when I get back… IF I get back.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Moving silently among the houses, I kept my ears and eyes peeled for stragglers looking to loot the city. I came across a few minotaurs, but they were busy munching some foodstuffs they had found inside a store, and I was able to find my way around them. Avoiding the mamono in the town would require to stick to the back alleys and keep quiet… I was becoming more like the ranger, and less like the image of the brave knight I had in my mind. Finally, under careful maneuvering, I reached the town limits. This was the part that was tricky. I would have to wait if I was to flee the city successfully. If the mamono caught sight of me, as I was running in the open, it would be a matter of minutes to capture me. So, I had to hide and flee under the cover of darkness.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Finding a place to lay low proved easier than I anticipated. I found a small store that was already looted bare near the road. After forcing the lock of the back entrance, I entered the building, wincing as the wooden floor creaked under my feet. Those stores usually have a cellar somewhere…

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in">The cellar door was already open. I approached carefully, in case there was a looting mamono inside, but thankfully, the cellar was empty. I crouched at a corner, sword in hand, and prayed.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The sun had set when I emerged from the cellar. Luckily for me, the night was moonless, and only the light of the stars could betray my presence. The ranger hadn’t detected any nocturnal mamono when we came here, so there was a good possibility that the town’s occupiers would be asleep, with a few guards patrolling the streets… who were guarding against people getting in, not people fleeing. Again, not a knightly thing to do, but still…

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">I slipped into the back alley and, with a final look, I dashed to the fields, running as fast as the faint light of the stars allowed me. I lost track of how long I was running, but when I saw the flickering torches of the village I nearly collapsed, as all the fatigue rushed to me at once. I dragged my feet to the patrolling guards.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Halt! Who goes there?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“A knight returning from the town.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The patrol leader came close, and looked at my face, under the light of the torch. “He matches the description. Come with me.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The guards guided me to the barracks, where the rest of my group was waiting. The mage rushed to me, and grabbed me in a strong hug, to my surprise. I winked at the ranger.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Thanks for the help. Worked like a charm.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The ranger nodded, with a faint smile. “A detachment of the Order knights is moving to the city as we speak, along with a few mages and priests. You, however, have been recalled to the capital. An official commendation, or something like that.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“What about you?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“We are to be relocated to the town, after it has been liberated. We all got some time off, thanks to our successful battle with the lilim.” the priestess replied.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“It would have been successful if we had killed that thing then and there.” I grumbled. The mage scoffed as she let go. “Don’t be ridiculous. Even repelling a lilim, with just the four of us, is a feat worthy of a ballad. Go now, get some rest. You have a long way ahead of you.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Smiling, I said my goodbyes, and went to the village’s inn. Thankfully the inn was at the village limits, away from the noise of the guards and incoming soldiers. After a hearty dinner, I went to my room. The innkeeper had reserved his best room for me, with a window that had a view of the town I so narrowly escaped from. Casting a last look to it, I went to sleep. An official commendation… maybe they would post me as the guard captain…

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in">With these thoughts I drifted off to dreamland.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The song of the birds brought me back to the waking world. The few rays of the sun that slipped through the window cast a faint light to my room. It was time to leave the village and go to the capital, but my body felt heavy and warm… too heavy and warm…

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">A vaguely familiar, enchanting smell filled the room, and a soft, warm body pressed against mine. The mage? No, that smell…

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Opening my eyes, I came face to face with the lilim. Her wounds had healed, and she was looking at me with a lustful, starving expression. “Sleep well?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">I tried to move, to scream, but my body felt paralyzed. She smiled, dragging a long white finger across my face. “Don’t worry, we won’t be disturbed… I may have lost the town, but I am not going back empty-handed...” she whispered in my ear, sending shivers up and down my spine. Her hand traced circles around my bellybutton idly, and her long white hair tickled my chest. Wait, where were my clothes.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Sensing my panic, the lilim’s smile grew. “Don’t be afraid, now, Sir knight… we are going to have such a great time together… now and forever…”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">A/N: Sexy times ahead

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">She leaned closer and closer, until our lips touched. She kissed me lightly, licking and nibbling my lips. Her hands moved all over my body, caressing it. God, that feels amazing…

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Her tongue caught me by surprise as it slips into my mouth, exploring and wresting with my own. She dominated the kiss easily, and the sweet pleasure made my thoughts foggy and muddled. Her body pressed against mine tighter, and I could feel her heartbeat through her enormous breasts. “Touch me, honey” she commanded, and my hands moved on their own, fondling and caressing her breasts, her ass, her whole body.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">She kissed me for what seemed hours, moaning softly as my hands combed through her hair, stroking her head. Her moans intensified as my hand dived between her legs, and her pelvis moved, grinding her crotch on my thigh. Her breath became quicker and ragged, her hand stopped at my manhood and began working… magic. Torture. Wonderful and glorious torture. I involuntarily groaned, and felt her smile through her kiss.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Our lips parted, a thin thread of saliva connecting us for mere moments before breaking. Her eyes glowed brighter, giving me a look that made my manhood twitch in her hand. She shifted her body, straddling me, her lower lips pressing against my shaft, parting slightly, enough to cover it in her hot juices.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“I can’t wait any longer. I’ll take your virginity now, Sir knight.” she whispered into my ear, her lust filled voice going straight to my head. Her soft hand grasped my manhood and placed its tip right at her entrance. Looking at my face intently, she lowered herself, letting out a long moan as I plunged into her warm, soft and tight depths. My vision went white, and my eyes rolled back on my head, but the feeling of her hands on the side of my face and her lips kissing me kept me in the moment. My body moved on its own again, my hands grasping her ass and ramming her up and down my length as hard as I could. Her moans escalated to grunts, then outright screams, as she broke the kiss and shoved my face in her breasts. My body, licking and teasing her breasts and nipples, didn’t help quiet her down, her womanhood becoming hotter and tighter.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in">The pleasure is so overwhelming, I feel like passing out again, but somehow I remain conscious. A hazy thought poped up in my mind: why hasn’t anyone barged in yet? That thought was swept aside, as the lilim’s womanhood started twitching and clenching, almost forcing my own eruption. An eruption of a scale that outright scared me. I plunged into her as hard as my body could manage, my tip hitting her inner entrance, and gushed inside a load so inhumanly large, I felt dizzy. Her body spasms only increased the sexual torture, as she held me tightly. My consciousness faded into darkness, her heartbeat and breath my lullaby.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">I woke up in a very comfortable and luxurious bed, in a room I didn’t recognize. My body felt rested, yet sore. With a groan, I prop myself up. Now what the hell…

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The door opened, and the lilim casually stepped in. “Slept well?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">I jumped from the bed in horror. I was naked, in a bedroom with a lilim. What the hell was going on?

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Still like that?” she replied to my panicked look, with a smug smirk. “You sure were not complaining yesterday!” she laughed, as the memory of her visit came back in full force to me, making me red with shame.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Where am I? Where are my clothes? What is going on?” I asked, my voice gaining volume after each question.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“You are in my home, in the demon realm. I just had to fetch you after our encounter at that town...” she blushed at the memory, and curiously enough, I blushed too. “I paid you a little visit, but I had to flee with you after our intimate time together. I had applied a barrier to your room, but that orgasm…” her voice trailed off, as she looked dreamily in the distance. “… that orgasm broke the barrier, and the wall of the room. I’ve never felt like this before, you know.” She shot me a hungry glare. “So, I took you as my husband.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“WHAT THE HELL?!” I screamed.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in">“Oh, don’t worry, you will like it, more than you think. As for the clothes...” she snapped her fingers, and her already skimpy attire vanished “…we can leave them for later.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">A/N: Thread to the WWYD here.