Kragh the Demonslayer: Forest of the Impaled
by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/
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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.

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The sky was blood-red overhead, lit to flames of orange at the horizon as the
sombre sun, shrouded in dust, attempted to force the last rays of the day
through. The warped landscape stretched out beneath a black-armored figure on
horseback at the top of a small cliff, his blood-red eyes narrowed as he
lifted his helm from his head to scowl across the blasted plain below, a lock
of black hair escaping his arming-cap to blow in the breeze before he pushed
it back into place.

Bonegasher, the mighty axe, gleamed in the dying red rays of the sun as if it
were wet with blood, and the knight caressed it with leather-clad fingers
affectionately. The weapon served him well, though his true success lay in the
small dagger at his belt, the enchanted talisman blade whose magic killed
where the brute force of Bonegasher could not.

The horse beneath him snorted, and the warrior heaved a sigh as well. Kragh
gazed out over the blasted landscape once more, with its twisted black plants,
corrupt and bitter, springing here and there from sands stained red in the
grim light. Below was a forest, not of live trees, but of tall stakes, each
skewering a humanoid figure, some still writhing and crying out, suspended
well above the ground on the wooden poles.

Placing the helm back on his head and signalling to Ironhoof, his armored
steed, Kragh rode along the edge of the cliff until it came to a gentler slope
that the horse could descend. Without any unneeded rush, he rode down to the
forest of stakes to get a closer look at the macabre spectacle.

It hadn't been a trick of the light. Some of the impaled bodies were
twitching, straining weakly to escape. It had been humans, not demons, who had
been the victors here. It was not unheard of, Kragh knew. Those who didn't
fall to despair in the face of these creatures often found a ferocity
surprising even themselves when thrust into dire straits.

The Demonslayer nodded with satisfaction. They'd had the sense to impale the
demons. It wouldn't kill them, not the true demons among them, at least, but
it would slow them down, immobilize them until they could break free or their
allies rescue them. Some of the bodies were truly dead, those that were merely
flesh twisted by malign will rather than originating from beyond the shadow
gates. The goatmen and saurites needed no impaling to lay them low, but it
offered their carrion conveniently to the ravens that pecked at the sour
flesh.

Dismounting and tying Ironhoof to one of the sturdier stakes after ensuring
its security, Kragh hefted his axe and took a draught of the bitter herbal
brew kept in a bottle in the saddlebag, carefully swathed in padding. Feeling
the heat of the brew flow through him, he drew the enchanted dagger from his
belt, making sure of its condition before sheathing it once again, the
opalescent glow confirming that there were live demons nearby. So be it. Kragh
rolled his shoulders, feeling ready, full of vigor for what he was about to
enjoy.

Looking upwards through the eye-slits of his helm, he regarded each of the
impaled bodies until he saw what he was looking for, a succubus writhing
feebly atop one of the stakes, her cunt torn wide by the impaling pole,
dripping black ichor as she bled, her amber eyes rolling in pain as she
wriggled and mewled, tail and wings twitching. Her claws had dug into the
pole, keeping the stake from going all the way through her but not strong
enough to lift herself off of it completely.

Setting Bonegasher to the humble task of chopping wood, Kragh began to cut the
thick stake as if it were a tree, rattling it with each strike as the blade
bit into the wood, the cut growing with every strike. The succubus atop it
wailed, peering down at him pleadingly as the vibrations of each axe-strike
churned the wooden pole within her torn innards. The pole shuddered and began
to crack, and with a few more chops, fell like a tree, crashing to the ground
so that the mutilated succubus was dashed painfully into the cracked, dusty
ground in a whirl of dark hair and broken wings, mewling and writhing.

Kragh yanked the pole out of the succubus' cunt, a slick of black ichors
dripping from the torn orifice as it was relieved of the pressure, her
entrails threatening to spill out from the abused hole as she writhed in
demonic pain and lust at the sensation of rough wood against her mangled
nether lips. A new jolt ran through her once Kragh heaved the stake aside and
approached her, kicking her hard between the legs with his metal-clad boot.

"Are you ready to please me, demon?" the black knight growled.

"Always..." came the succubus' voice, as sultry as it could be through the
gasps of pain, her body arching sinuously towards him, "Fuck me, hurt me, tear
me, I am yours to enjoy. Let me reward you as richly as I can."

Kragh laughed cruelly. Many she-demons played this game, but only the succubi
really meant it--not that they didn't plan to kill him like all the others,
but while some of the other demonesses were merely sadistic, the succubi were
almost manically masochistic as well, growing wilder and hungrier the rougher
things got. Kragh knew that it had a purpose beyond amusing the greater demons
that would make use of her; the stronger the man, the better the kill for the
succubus, so they hungered most for those that could torment them before their
demise.

Kragh was stronger than most. But he was also wary of the succubus' tricks,
and he had no intention of becoming her prey. He peered down at her through
the slots in his helm, smiling behind the faceless mask of metal.

"Roll over, this hole is useless." he growled, kicking the succubus in the
cunt again, the toe of his boot sinking into the gaping, bloody hole where the
stake had been inserted. Pulling off his helm and letting it drop to the dusty
ground, he spat down on the ripped labia, then withdrew his foot.

It would take some time for that to heal, even on a demon, time Kragh didn't
intend to give. The demoness' shredded cunt had no tightness left to please
him, and he knew better than to put his cock in a demon's mouth without using
a ring gag--or killing her first. The succubus' asshole would serve superbly
though, he knew. She soon obliged his command despite her injuries, wriggling
her plush ass at the warrior as he loomed over her, unhitching the metal
codpiece of his armor and freeing his shaft through the fly of the
undergarments beneath.

Kragh left the rest of the armor on as he approached, lowering himself onto
the demoness' body and rubbing his cock on her ruined cunt, gathering a
coating of slimy ichors from the gaping hole. The she-demon's blood and
arousal covered his hardening shaft, making it tingle with the first warnings
of succubus-madness, and he moaned eagerly. Smiling, he leaned down, lowering
himself onto the demoness' body and guiding his cock to the entrance of her
anus.

"Yesss..." she hissed sensually, seductively as the shaft began to sink into
her. He drove himself into her to the hilt, the enchanted tingle he felt in
his cock increasing as he penetrated her; most men would be driven mad by this
point, thinking only of their lust.

But Kragh was no ordinary man, though he thrust roughly into the she-demon's
body, the tight sheath bringing him exquisite pleasure with every glide of his
shaft along it. The stake had avoided tearing the endmost part of her
intestine, leaving enough intact to sheathe the Demonslayer's entire length
without any reduction in his pleasure.

"Fuck me, fuck me..." begged the she-demon over and over, until Kragh took a
dagger--just an ordinary one, for he didn't wish to reveal his secret
yet--from his belt, caught the succubus' long tongue and cut off the better
part of it. She sputtered, black ichor dripping over her luscious lips, but
the words were replaced with gurgles and mewls now, and the Demonslayer wiped
the dagger and put it away, the annoyance silenced. With the squirming demonic
fuckmeat muted to his satisfaction, he resumed plowing her ass in earnest,
thrusting as strongly as he wished with no care if her innards were battered
and pummelled by his steely cock. He grabbed her throat in both hands, holding
it in a crushing grip and enjoying the way it made her wriggle and writhe,
trying to alleviate the pain while at the same time reveling in it.

The succubus' juices and pheromones made Kragh incredibly hard as he pounded
her, the veins of his cock standing out and throbbing more than usual, and he
felt like he could just keep fucking her and never stop. Of course, that was
the danger, and Kragh knew better than to give in to the urge completely, but
at the same time, fucking a succubus was an experience that one who had done
it before and survived always longs to repeat. In the days when they'd still
dared come near his castle, he'd crippled some, amputating their limbs with
his axe and capping them off with molten silver so that they could not
regenerate, then hanging them, still living, on the walls of his dungeon to
enjoy. But more often than not, he was roaming the lands in search of prey
rather than resting in his secluded abode.

Suddenly, his thoughts were disrupted by a hiss from behind him, and the
succubus let out a wordless keening wail, fearful that her kill would be
stolen. Kragh looked hastily over his shoulder, grabbing for his axe at the
same moment. A saurite that hadn't been impaled had come creeping amongst the
stakes, doubtless hoping to cannibalize the rotting flesh of its brethren. Its
head was hooded like a cobra's, and its baleful reptilian eyes rolled, looking
separate directions before both focusing on the Demonslayer. Seeing Kragh atop
the writhing succubus, it drew closer, hissing and baring its venomous fangs,
wondering if the black knight might be better to eat than the corpses that had
attracted it.

The Demonslayer swung the axe one-handed, holding it close to the head; it
wasn't nearly as effective used this way, saving the creature from
disembowelment, but it still cut into the saurite's abdominal muscles
painfully. The scaly hominid staggered backwards, writhing and gushing cold
blood at the strike of the axe, one long-fingered hand clutching at the wound.

"Don't interrupt." growled Kragh coldly from within his helm, still gripping
the succubus' throat with one strong hand.

Heedless of human speech, the saurite hissed and opened its maw full of
venomous teeth, creeping towards him once again, then the second strike of the
axe gashed its face into a bloody mess and sent it reeling away to slowly die
in pain. Left alone with the succubus once more, Kragh resumed pumping into
her delectable ass, both hands returning to choking her as he set the axe down
beside him.

The succubus writhed, her anus clenching and massaging around Kragh's thick
cock. It was remarkably skilled, squeezing at just the right times, and the
succubus' seductive juices coated his cock, making it tingle hotly with added
pleasure so that even before his climax he was soaring the heights with each
thrust. He rammed hard into the delectably tight ring of her anus, bruising
her inside as she wriggled and moaned beneath him, arching to rub her back
against his cold black armor. Her throat was bruised from his grasping; if she
were a human she'd have long since choked to death in Kragh's vise-like grip.

The demoness continued to squeeze and massage his cock with her anus, and
finally the Demonslayer tensed and tossed his dark-haired head back with a cry
of sheer pleasure, his cock heaving within the demoness' tight rectal passage
as his cum began to blast forth in a potent flood, coaxed by her wicked magic.
It was like one never-ending orgasm, jet after jet of cum gushing from his
shaft into the succubus' welcoming bowels without cease. Kragh kept on
thrusting, his howls of ecstasy echoing through the macabre forest as he
flooded the demonic she-bitch with his seed, billions of his sperm rushing
into the barren passages of her bowels to perish, each one giving the demoness
energy that she craved. The thick goo began to pour out of her intestine as it
reached the parts that had been run through with the stake, oozing about
inside her as she cried out wordlessly, feeling every bit as much pleasure as
he did at milking out his seed.

With a superhuman effort, the Demonslayer yanked his cock out of the succubus'
ass, splattering the last of his massive orgasm all over her back as his cock
sprung free. His cock heaved with disappointment, spitting a last bit of cum
onto her buttocks as the climax finally ended. It was like leaving paradise
behind after long years of searching to find it, but Kragh knew that the urge
to keep on orgasming inside a succubus would lead a man to cum himself to
death if he couldn't resist it. Thanks to the potion he'd imbibed, though, he
was barely tired, and would be good to go again after a little rest.

The succubus knew it too, and she hissed with anger at being denied her kill,
the great mess of cum in her bowels not satisfying enough when she knew her
prey still lived. She twisted, teeth and nails ready to lash out, but Kragh
kicked her back to the ground. Grabbing her arms, he twisted them around until
he heard the satisfying crack of the bones popping out of their shoulder
sockets, drawing a long moan of pleasured pain out of the succubus.

With her arms thus incapacitated, the Demonslayer seized her by the hair and
dragged her back to where Ironhoof was tethered, presenting her to the massive
stallion with a nod. The horse sniffed her and pawed the ground, and Kragh
nodded again.

"Yours." he rumbled, pushing the writhing succubus under the beast and making
sure her rump was propped up enough that the stallion could penetrate her.
Ironhoof nickered and drew in a deep breath of succubus-scented air, the demon
pheromones triggering his arousal as much as it had his rider's.

Kragh stood back as the horse grew erect, swelling to an impressive length
that made the demoness squirm with anticipation, already prepared to forget
the black knight in favor of that massive equine cock. Ironhoof pawed the
ground again, then thrust his massive shaft into the squirming demoness' cunt
and began to pump roughly, drawing a squeal from her lush lips. Her cunt-flesh
had healed a bit from the energy she had been able to draw from Kragh, but it
was still rather torn, accommodating the stallion's shaft with less stretching
yet more pain than if she were fully intact.

She howled as torn flesh was aggravated by the beast's thrustng, the
after-effects of being on the stake still present. Soon, she was crying out
intensely in mingled pain and pleasure as the stallion's massive cock pounded
down the length of her cunt and through the hole in her womb left by the
impalement to batter her guts, making her writhe and choke as the beast's
glans struck her diaphragm, once again filling her body with a suffocating
feeling that would torment her without killing.

Kragh smiled as he rested a gauntleted hand on one of the nearby stakes and
watched his steed batter the demoness' body, rumbling, "You did want more,
didn't you?"

The succubus didn't respond, her cut tongue not having grown back, but she did
wail as the stallion's massive cock pounded her intestines to pulp, black
ichor and Kragh's lingering cum slopping around inside her abdominal cavity as
she shrieked with pain and pleasure, her flesh slick and wet with her
seductive juices as well as the black blood and mess. Her cunt flexed and
massaged like her anus had, as much as its injuries permitted, pleasuring the
stallion's fearsome cock with every powerful thrust, his shaft like a great
fleshy battering ram as it struck parts of her that non-demonic cocks usually
did not visit. Black tears spilled from the succubus' eyes as the beast
hammered into her, and saliva poured from her mouth along with strangled
sounds, but still her cunt worked along the equine flesh, bringing Ironhoof's
pleasure higher with every stroke.

Soon, the horse began to cum, tossing his head back with a long neigh as he
felt much the same intensity of pleasure as Kragh had. The tormented succubus
was once more filled with seed, her stomach bulging grotesquely as if suddenly
pregnant from the amount of beast goo being pumped into her. She screamed in
ecstasy, writhing beneath Ironhoof as his great cock pumped huge quantities of
cum into her, the stallion's heavy balls letting out legions of pent-up horse
sperm, each spark of bestial life devoured by the succubus' body, her flesh
ravenous in its need for healing. Kragh let the horse have his pleasure for a
little bit, then yanked the demoness away, causing Ironhoof to stamp his feet
and swish his tail with a loud, irritated snort. The succubus once more
responded furiously, hissing and biting uselessly at the Demonslayer's
bracers. To have not one, but two victims escape her was unbearable, and she
screamed wordless rage through her bruised throat, the stump of her tonge
writhing as it tried to form curses in her mouth.

It was time for the party to come to an end, and Kragh kicked the succubus to
the ground as he drew the talisman blade from its sheath swiftly. It gleamed
with opalescent radiance as the Demonslayer descended on the she-fiend,
slicing apart her clitoris with a hiss of seared flesh; the wound inflicted by
the enchanted dagger wouldn't heal, but he wasn't going to give her any time
to see that proven. The blade of the dagger scratched a line of agony up the
front of the succubus' belly before he stabbed her plush breasts several
times, each wounding punctuated with an unearthly screech of agony that no
succubus' masochism could overcome. Finally, he sliced deep into her throat,
silencing the she-demon's screams as well as bringing her writhing to a slow
halt, black ichor pouring from the wounds while semen of man and beast poured
from the mangled succubus' cunt and asshole. Throat cut with the enchanted
blade, she died just as a human would have, eyes blank, no longer full of
demonic lust and hunger.

Wiping the dagger clean and returning it to its sheath, Kragh slammed the
broken end of the stake through the succubus' chest, then donned his helm and
mounted Ironhoof once more, riding off to camp nearby so he could return to
kill off any other demons still impaled there once he'd rested, leaving the
succubus' body behind, melting into foul black goo to leave behind her bones.
That particular fiend was no more, but man and horse still recalled the
pleasure of enjoying and destroying her as they moved off in the blood-red
light of the dying sunset.  

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