Kragh the Demonslayer: Maldria's Demise
by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/
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Nay 02, 2010
Major Revision: Jun 25, 2011

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This story contains descriptions of an adult nature.  If you are a minor or
person offended by such materials, you should not read further.  This
story does not necessarily reflect any people or practices in the real
world, and should not be taken as reality.

Codes: M/F Mdom anal tort sad snuff viol magic

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Kragh strode down the darkened corridor, his blackened, spike-adorned armor
blending with the gloom around him. The handle of his axe was clutched in one
hand, while his his crimson eyes were narrowed as he peered through the slits
in his helm. Sniffing the air to get his bearings, he took a guess as to where
he thought the heart of the dungeon lay and turned in that direction. Finding
the lair's entrance hadn't been too difficult; he needed only follow the slave
carts carrying humans and their remains to the Demon Lady Maldria to be
devoured or used in necromancy. Now that he was inside, though, he had found
the corridors to be labyrinthine, and he scratched marks in the sickly glowing
lichen that grew on the dank walls so that he would be able to find his way.

A rattle behind him reached his ears, and he whirled around, finding himself
face to face with several shambling skeletons. Bits of decrepit flesh and
moldy cloth clung to their bones as they stumbled forwards, their sharpened
finger-bones reaching for him like cold, dead claws, the stench of death
puffing from between their elongated, sharp teeth.

Swinging his axe, Kragh smashed the ribcage of the first skeleton, a battle
cry escaping his throat as he began to crush and hew, kicking one skeleton
with brutal force before cleaving its skull, then turning upon a third. The
skeletons chattered, an ominous rattling of their sharp teeth as they sought
to bite into the Demonslayer's warm, living flesh. True to the name he had
bestowed upon it, the axe Bonegasher chopped easily through the dry skeletons,
cutting and shattering their limbs and ribs. Raging, the Demonslayer smashed
another skeleton's face with his gauntleted fist. The undead fiend reeled and
then steadied itself, still coming until the warrior's axe thoroughly
obliterated its skull, sending shards of bone skittering into the darkness.

Kragh kicked the some of the shattered remnants of skull aside, his massive
battle-axe held at the ready. His breath hissed through the slots of his ebon
helm, a low growl in his throat as he remained braced for battle. Eerie lights
reflected dully off of his blackened armor, his eyes exuding a ruddy glow as
he sought for any more foes that might make themselves apparent. Not finding
any further threats in that corridor, he continued on his path, coming to a
door which led to a downwards stairway.

The sense of his quarry was tangible now—a much more interesting foe than
those mouldering skeletons that assured him of her presence. Boldly, he strode
down the spiraling stairs and smashed through the locked door at the bottom
with his axe, his crimson eyes blazing through the slits in his helmet. The
throne room: this was easier than he'd thought, he mused, as no traps or
guards presented themselves. Searching for his prey, his gaze fell upon her,
and he licked his lips slowly; this would be one of the enjoyable ones.

A wicked smirk of her own crossed her glossy ebon lips, her white eyes
narrowing. A silver crown sat atop her head, laced with black velvet and
crimson rubies that shone like crystallized blood. A sheer black robe of silky
material hung about her curved body; that was all that she wore.

Grinning, sharp fangs showing, the she-fiend rose from her throne, raising a
hand as she hissed a strange, sibilant incantation. Rolling quickly to the
side, Kragh narrowly dodged the searing bolt of crimson lightning that struck
the cold stone floor, leaving the glow of hot rock in its wake. He rolled to
his feet, deflecting a second bolt with the warded face of his axe-head,
snarling behind the black steel mask of his helmet. Leaping up the steps to
the dais of the dark oppressors' throne, he flung himself at her, a roar of
rage echoing in the gloom of the throne room.

"Now, you shall meet your doom, Maldria!" growled the warrior in his deep
voice, amplified by the construction of his helmet into an echoing boom. A
punch of his mighty fist sent the she-fiend's crown skittering across the
floor, Maldria reeling from the blow to the side of her head, pressing one
delicate hand to it, but swiftly recovering, hate blazing in her blank eyes.
Small black horns had been hidden under the crown, pointed and pleasantly
curved.

"Fool worm, you are merely another meal, as are my subjects—you are not even
brave, only foolhardy." she hissed.

"Oh, do you really think so?" growled the warrior, reaching to his belt as the
she-fiend began to glide towards him, hissing as her wicked fangs elongated
for the kill, her hands reaching for him with sharp nails.

It was only when Kragh raised the talisman from the sheath at his side that
she drew back and real fear showed in her cold eyes, a hissing intake of
breath as she recoiled like a viper set to strike, and he gripped the hilt of
the enchanted, bejeweled dagger more firmly in his massive hand, its blade
gleaming with opalescence in the presense of a demon. "That's right, witch."
the demonslayer growled, his stern features hard as stone as he glared through
the mask of his helm at her, "I know your weakness, and I can destroy you
utterly."

For a long pause, the two stared at each other, and then the she-fiend made
the move he'd hoped for.

"Come... you do not wish to destroy me..." came Maldria's voice, sultry and
low now as an entire change of her demeanor evidenced itself, the killing
fangs snapping back to their normal position. Lowering to her knees, she began
to undulate in serpentine fashion, her sculpted body flexing as she slowly let
the robes fall from her, revealing full, lush hips and breasts, her skin like
milk, her nipples and nether lips a fragile, pallid shade of pink as her hands
began to caress her own breasts wantonly. "Such a man as you must have great
desires... I shall serve you... any way you want, any way at all... surely
this would please you more than destroying me." Her eyes flashed hungrily, her
body still flexing, presented to him.

"What happened to my being a meal?" Kragh scowled behind his helm, his
gleaming eyes examining the undulating female flesh before him, the talisman
held tight in his fist. It wasn't the first time one of the she-demons had
offered to him thus; it mattered little to him as he would take as he pleased
anyway, but it made him smile behind his helm; the demon slut was
overconfident. Her charm magic was not particularly effective on him, but
there was no need for her to know that if she could not already sense it.

"Flesh can be savored in many ways." Maldia hissed, "Come... look..." She
tilted her hips, beginning to stroke her pallid, hairless cunt, presenting
herself for him to see.

"I'll make you take it like a whore, fiend." Kragh growled, grabbing her
shoulders and slamming her down against the stone floor. He could not deny
that her form pleased him; his shaft was hardened and straining to escape his
armor. The darker passions within him stirred hot in his blood, too, and he
gritted his teeth, promising himself that they would be sated soon. He'd play
the fool for the demoness, just long enough to get what he wanted, and then
make his kill, too.

"Yes... show me how strong you are, human!" she pleaded in mock ecstasy,
licking her lips as she lured him.

In response, a steel-clad fist struck her in the eye, blacking it and drawing
a furious snarl from the she-fiend. Perhaps luring him hadn't been the best
course, Maldria mused, but then, devouring him while he thought he had the
upper hand would be oh so sweet. Besides, demon flesh was quick to heal,
though for now she gazed up at him with a purpled squint, grinning sensually
as her snarl faded.

"Appearances can be deceiving. Shall I show you what this mere 'human' can
do?" boomed the slayer, a red glint gleaming through the eye slit of his helm.

"Do you only want to fight? Come... fuck me. FUCK ME!" she moaned to him in a
poison-honey voice, her hips bucking upwards at him as her long, pallid hair,
now unbound by the crown, spilled over the decrepit stone of the ancient
throne room. She could sense that her body aroused him, but she hadn't counted
on the Demonslayer's sheer aggressiveness, her good eye lidded and glowing
with wicked fury as she contemplated how delightful his raw, bloody flesh
would taste, torn apart on her fangs.

"I'll fuck you on my terms, not yours, devil whore." roared Kragh, extending
the steel claws of his gauntlets with a flick of his wrists and punching her
in the breasts so that blood spurted from the gashed demon flesh, thick and
black. Left, right, left, right, then he retracted the claws once more and
gave Maldria a head-turning slap to the cheek, the same side where her eye had
been blacked. The demoness, her snowy-white skin so defiled, extended her own
razor-sharp fingernails and made to claw at Kragh's armor, but he only seized
her wrists and lifted her, flinging her around and turning her onto her
stomach, making her arch her back and wriggle, fighting to escape, though not
as sincerely as she could have.

Leaving most of his body armored, Kragh unhitched the codpiece of his plate
suit, revealing the pants inside and deftly opening the fly of them; it was
another of the special customizations he had desired his armor to have. His
cock was straining with eagerness as he slammed into the demoness' cunt once,
twice, but only to gather some of her wicked juices before he brought his
shaft to bear against the demon's tiny, flexing anus, and then cruelly rammed
into her, drawing blood from the inside as he tore her tender, silken bowels.
A demoness could tear just like a human, the Demonslayer mused, chuckling
darkly inside his helmet.

Maldria's ebon lip curled as he thrust in savagely, a low shriek escaping her
even as her eyes closed and she willed away the pain of his mighty shaft
tearing into her. She knew she could withstand it, despite the warrior's
savagery, and it was only a matter of time... soon, she reminded herself, the
fool would be too involved with his conquest to remember the talisman, and
then he would be hers even as he thought she was his. Still, came the nagging
thought in the back of her head, too much damage to her body would weaken her
even if it would not kill, and the man was just as savage to his enemies as
had been rumored by the henchmen of other demonesses who had escaped to serve
her.

"Yessssss..." came her coaxing voice, "Such a man..." The fiend's lustful
coos, sincere or not, ignited Kragh's blood none the less, and with a jerk of
his hips he thrust deep into her, his fingers caressing the back of her neck
almost tenderly, disrupting the locks of her gossamer hair so that it spilled
like water across her skin. He'd sampled demons; this one didn't have the body
of a succubus. Her little anus could not withstand the savagery that he gave
it, bleeding as he pounded eagerly into her tight little hole. Dark, warm
blood soon anointed Kragh's thick, fierce cock as it ravaged her, making her
hiss as she contemplated the self-healing she would require after dispatching
this human. Her blood smeared the stones beneath her as her claw-mauled
breasts oozed dark ichor, each chafing rub on the rough surface sending a new
tingle of pain through her resilient—but not insensate—body.

Steel claws raked Maldria's flesh as Kragh once more extended them from his
gauntlets, tearing down her alabaster-skinned back and causing her eyes to
roll back with the sensation, a wail escaping her lips as she began to buck
beneath him once more, drawing only more rough treatment as he seized her hair
and yanked back on it, the other hand holding her down, claws extended.
Kragh's shaft continued to pummel the she-fiend's tender innards, churning in
the raw, bloody sheath of her torn rectum as he ravaged her. Black tears
seeped from the corners of her tightly-shut eyes, her sharp teeth gritted
against the torment of the Demonslayer's cock taking its pleasure in her
agonized asshole.

She'd kill him, she'd kill him painfully, fumed the demoness inwardly. No
longer was this a mere matter of devouring a human foolish enough to intrude
on the privacy of her sanctum. This man hurt and humiliated her, and she would
make sure that his death was slow and torturous. Just let him have his petty
climax, then she would have him her way. It wouldn't just be a quick strike
now, she promised herself, she'd incapacitate him first, then make him suffer.
Suffer!

Overlaying all those thoughts, though, was the pounding of the armored
warrior's savage hips, his cock continuing to ream the seething she-fiend's
ass as he pounded into her, watching her ebon ichors clot and crust on the
wounds he'd made as her demonic flesh began to mend itself. Laughing from
within his helm, he seized two handfuls of her hair and pulled back on them as
if they were reins, redoubling the vigor with which he thrust into her
resistant ass. She tried in vain to focus her healing power into her bowels,
but it was to no avail; Kragh's massive cock tore her delicate inner flesh
apart once more as fast as she could mend it. Yet the pain also made the ring
of her anus clench skintight around him, pleasuring him as he pounded into her
bloodied rear sheath.

Maldria hissed and writhed, hot saliva trickling over her glossy ebon lip as
she raged, but still, she could smell the man's arousal winding tight. Soon,
very soon, his seed would spill, and she would have her vengeance to savor.
Her lithe form began to undulate against him in time with his thrusts, urging
him closer and closer to the point of no return. Thrust by thrust, she flexed
her asshole around him as much as the pain allowed, milking him, coaxing him
as she gritted her teeth, listening to his moans as his release grew closer,
closer...

With a triumphant roar, Kragh thrust deep into her, his cock heaving and
throbbing, spewing his thick, hot seed deep into the she-fiend's bowels, his
gauntleted fists gripping her shoulders with crushing strength as he shot his
load inside her. His hot, fertile seed sloshed inside her tortured rectum,
mingling with her black demonic ichors in a foul, sticky, stinking mess, while
bruises formed on her skin where his crushing grip held her, his hands
relaxing slightly... Now! thought the she-fiend.

Tensing, Maldria prepared to turn and strike, her talons extending from her
delicate fingers, ready to tear through the flesh of human loins. Now, she
would destroy him, while he was still weak from spending his seed—but too
late! Swinging downwards, Kragh's mighty hand drove the talisman deep into her
back, letting the point of the enchanted silver drive between her ribs and
into the heart. A demoniac shriek rose from the she-fiend's ebon lips as a
dark steam issued from her mouth, her widened eyes gone white and blank, the
flesh around one still bruised from his earlier strike. He held the blade in
place for a few moments, panting for breath, before drawing his cock from her
still-twitching asshole, a trickle of cum and ichor leaking free as he did so.
Likewise, on drawing the blade of the talisman back out of Maldria's heart, a
sluggish well of dark, tainted blood followed, some of the ichor clinging to
the blade in oily, shining drops.

Rising, Kragh looked down at his handiwork, giving the body a solid kick and
grunting with satisfaction at the meaty thump and rag-doll-like response of
the limbs as the body rolled over. After catching his breath, he took up his
battle-axe once more and hefted it above his head, swiping down in a fell
stroke to cleave the creature's neck in twain, a shower of sparks dancing from
the stone beneath as the mighty blow struck cleanly through the bone and sinew
of the she-fiend's throat. Grabbing the head by its horns, he raised it up to
eye level, examining it as the slow drip of dark ichor pattered to the floor.

Her face, left eye blackened, was frozen in an eldritch scream, fangs bared,
features still. Lowering the hand that gripped Maldria's head, Kragh thrust
his cock into her throat from the bottom of the stump, his cock's head showing
in the back of her mouth when he rammed in to the hilt. Gazing down at the
penetration, he gave a few pumps of his hips and considered the head with a
pensive expression for a few moments before grinning wickedly and setting the
head down momentarily to put his cock away and seal the opening in his armor
once more. Normally, dead demon flesh would quickly decay away into a black
slime, but he took out a bottle of a special alchemical formula to anoint the
head with. The trophy would be preserved now, not only long enough to serve as
proof to the cowering peasantry of the area that Maldria had been slain, but
also indefinitely afterward, so that he could enjoy his trophy and reminisce.
Plucking the crown from the floor, but stashing it in his pack instead of
returning it to Maldria's head, the Demonslayer investigated the throne room
for other treaure, then turned to depart.

There were no undead monsters waiting for him on his return through the
corridors of the the lair. They had all followed their mistress to the last,
leaving behind only mouldering piles of bone and tattered flesh, laid out as
if in sleep and devoid of demon magic. Kragh knew that the ragtag remnants of
Maldria's human serfs would make songs and tales about his defeat of the
she-fiend, for a while at least, but that none of them would know the true
story of how the fiend had been defeated. For that, he was content; the common
folk feared their hero but never realized just how fearsome he really was.
Smiling behind the mask of his helm, he mounted his ebon steed Ironhoof, the
beast armored like himself. Signaling the horse towards the nearest
settlement, he rode off to present the proof of his victory to the villagers
before choosing his next target. The Demonslayer's work was never done. 

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