Title: Hero's and Demons Author: D-Ring Author Email: Serversurfer@hotmail.com Part: Chapter_1_of_3 Keywords: mf, 1st, demon, death, anal, oral Redistribution: yes, with limitations (see below) Short Summary: Hero dies and is offered a deal for the life of his friends \----------------<_|_>------------------/ Redistribution limitations: Just keep my name and email as the author and I'm fine with any redstributing providing it is not part of any profit based venture. I know it's been a while since the start of the Eros series, but I sort of got writers block, then one day at work a new story idea popped up and here it is. It's going to be followed by another couple of stories, but before they come up the sites got to be up and running. Please give me feedback, I only get very limited feedback from the other stories, so I don't what I'm doing right and wrong. Just drop me an email to so thanks, or to say what you think I could improve (except spellings, I'm aware of those problems) My email is serversurfer@hotmail.com Now for our featured presentation \----------------<_|_>------------------/ The blow form one of the many swords attacking him hit his blade, no time to investigate the wielder, too many blows to block. Strike, thrust, block, block, dodge, block, and slice, the mantra flowed from his mind into the willing receptacle that was his body, it was the only thing keeping him alive. A sword whistled overhead, but barely more than a hair's width. He riposted with cut to the belly. Another one fell, another took his place. His sword was becoming heavier, as though it was made of concrete, his body felt as though it was pushing its way through deep water. He noticed several men collapsing around him, but not from his blows but from exhaustion. He knew that his own end was near, but he would fight to the bitter end. He knew that the longer he though the safer his friends would be as they tried to escape. His body started to fall and as if in slow motion he saw the blade that would steal his life, arcing its way towards him. What happened next took some time for his brain to comprehend the sword was stopped by a blue staff, then the staff countered ripping the blade from the owners hands. The staff the spun around causing everyone to an involuntary step back, those who didn't found themselves flying over the crowd to their deaths. Holding the blue staff was a smallish man or woman shrouded in a fine mist of blue. Before he could get a clearer look he fell into unconscious. ----------------<_|_>------------------ He woke with a groan, the fine blue mist surround him, but stirred into movement as if surprised by his awakening. "H-hello," he said sitting up. His vision was blurred, but it was rapidly clearing up. All around him where bodies laid out in circles, each one in various positions indicating violent deaths. "I recognised a hero," a soft feminine voice said, materialising from the mist into a gorgeous young woman, no a girl no more than fourteen, but she carried the blue staff like an experienced warrior. "I recognised a hero," she repeated, "Your friends are safe for now, thanks to this," she indicated with her staff the rows upon row of dead soldiers. "Why?" he asked surveying his body for wounds, "Not that I'm not grateful, surely I would be dead if t'weren't for you," he said. He gave her body a long lingering stare, then chastised himself for not being able to control his thoughts. Despite looking mature in certain areas, namely her breasts, and the cunt was obviously shaved and not youthfully bald, she still looked only fourteen. "I haven't saved your life, that is not in my power. You and the universe decreed that it was your time to die," she said softly, she paused to stare in his eyes he felt as though he was been hypnotised. "My master believes that it would be a waste to let your sacrifice to go to waste, so he sent me to save your friends and offer you one last chance for your soul to mean something." She smiled and it was like the overcast afternoon suddenly a whole summers worth of sun. "How, why can't I just run, and live?" he asked barely half believing what this beautiful girl was telling him. "Don't be silly," she giggled, "You can't run. Where would you go, you're dead. My master's offer does not last long. In exchange for saving the life of your friends we get your soul," she ran a hand along his cheek, "but as an added bonus, we give you one of your most desirable dreams," she giggled, "me." "Er, listen I think you got your info wrong, I'd rather die and keep my soul. I don't go in for paedophilia," He said as he got up. He dusted his clothes off and started to walk away. He few moments later he collapsed clutching at wounds he could not see. "Well my sweet, you took the hard option," the girl said, but her voice had dropped a few levels, to that of a more mature woman, but not old. "That's unfortunate, my master really went to a lot of expense to help you, if you spurn him now, he'll have to reverse the time line, and that'll seriously piss up his day. To top it off your friends will die, slowly and painfully as this army track each one down and either kill them or make your friends wish they'd been killed. Now to stop all that happening, sell your soul, be the hero and have a good time in the bargain." She pulled him back to where he was before. "Besides I can be anyone you want me to be, but I know deep down I know you like this body, enjoy eternal damnation will be yours no matter what you do, so try and enjoy it." All he could do was struggle to breath. "Oh yeah," she giggled returning to her former voice, "Your fixed again." He gasped air back into his body greedily. "Go on then silly what's it going to be?" "Okay, okay. I guess I ain't got nothing left to lose, what difference will it make if I've got a soul or no," he said as he resigned himself to his fate. Deep down he still wanted this intriguing girl before him. He got up and went to the girl and attempted to kiss, her but she dodged back. "Not here silly, let's go back to my bedroom," she giggled. He was starting to get annoyed, he was in a really strange place psychologically, hell he was dead physically it would never get much stranger. That one word meant something now, hell that is, never had he thought much in regards to how a fterlife worked. "Turn around," she said, making a circle with her finger then she thrust the finger in her mouth and sucked on it. ----------------<_|_>------------------ He turned around and as he did he was suddenly in a room. It was a very lavishly decorated room, he guessed it belonged to the daughter of a noble. It had all the trimmings that would be expected, little wooden dolls, in soft plush dolls in petticoats. Silk sheets trimmed with pictures of teddy bears. Books appropriate for a young girl, assorted whips, he had to look twice at the last series of objects, the whips. "Well what happens next?" he asked unsure how to proceed. He imagined it was like the first time you visit a prostitute, he didn't know how to start, but she did. The girl ran and jumped up, landing in his arms, then she passionately kissed him, he staggered and landed on the bed with her in his arms. He started removing her top, she pulled at his shirt, and it somehow dematerialised. Has he fumbled with the buttons to her top it likewise dematerialised. She was now completely naked, he stopped marvelling about things that couldn't happen. His moved down her body kissing every bit he could, he moved to her large breasts and worshipped them like he'd never worshipped tits before. Bit her right tit, he enjoyed the way her body arced as he teeth sunk in, even though it was only lightly, he suckled on the left one, and was pleasantly surprised to find that she produced milk, but he stopped only briefly to taste, he carried on down her body, past her belly button, down to saved mound. She moaned as he started making circles with his tongue around her clitoris, he moved his tongue over every part of her sex, then he slowly and deliberately curled his tongue and pushed his way into her tight vagina. He made little thrusts with his tongue, she screamed with pleasure as he tongue fucked her. She grabbed the back of his head, trying to stop him from leaving his worship of her, and he willingly obliged her every whim. Then he pulled back, his arced with a full force orgasm, her juices flowing powerfully, and lapped up as much as he could, then he kissed her, sharing her own juices with her. Then she pushed him over onto his back, then started moving down his body, she came to his leather hose, but they vanished under her touch, she grabbed his manhood roughly, but he couldn't stop her. She licked around the head then push back the fore skin and then proceeded to worship his entire penis with her tongue, then slowly she engulfed it. It was hard for her to fit it in her mouth. He revels in the tightness of her mouth, as she starts to move back and forth on his head. She starts to push his dick further down her throat, fighting the gag reflex, he starts to thrust in time with her own efforts. His balls suddenly tighten, aided by the ministrations of her hands massaging them, he shot his load down her throat, and she pulled back so that it landed in her mouth and on her face. She licked up his cum greedily. "Hmm..." she moaned. "I want you in me," she whispered greedily. "You sure, your so small and I'm so big," he said getting into the mood of things. "Hmm... I'm sure," she moaned. "He got over her body and started kissing her passionately, he grabbed and rubbed her tits with his hands. Then he moved his hands down to her buttocks and massaged them. He whispered in her ear, "I don't want you pussy, I've had that." Then he lifted her read end up and violently shoved his dick into tiny anus, brutally stretching her sphincter, then started thrusting, harder and harder. She screamed in time to his thrusts, barely having time to breath before a hammered into her. He revelled in her tightness, the feeling as his balls banged against her butt cheeks every time he penetrated her. She started lifting to meet his thrusts, trying to get every inch inside of her, pain was becoming pleasure as she got used to the large member thrusting into her. Moaning now, she enjoyed the attention he gave her tits. He felt the urge come on him, he started he thrusting harder, then he let go and shot after shot of cum filled her bowels, at the same time she came, revelling in the orgasm that was shooting through her body. Then he collapsed on her spent, she laid there and started to laugh. He rolled off and out of her. Then looked at her with horror as her face and body started to change, her smile, became sinister he teeth grew, her skin became scaly. Looking back he could only describe her as demon-esque. With out thinking he grabbed one of the whips, unfurled it and just as she jumped up in the air towards him, he struck out wrapping the whip round her throat and used it to pull her mid air to one of the ends of the beds, which she fell and was skewered by the bed post through the heart. The demon screamed and squealed in agony, then erupted into flames. Before he could comprehend what he'd done he found himself surrounded by flames, so he kicked his way through the door, and ran right back to the area he'd been fighting, dead bodies still unmoved. He grabbed some clothes, and armour, and a sword and set off running in the opposite direction to that of his friends. He was out of hear shot and sight when a fiery figure appeared and surveyed the scene, then looked at the dead body of one of his own demons, still smoking. "Run know warrior, but I have plans for you. Yes you will do me several great services before your soul is mine. You will repay me for the loss of one of my demons. You will rue the day you broke a contract with me mortal..."