Against the Grain

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A/N In the spirit of Christian charity, here is another chapter from my story. I know it seems unfair to ask for reviews, but judging by the number of hits I have there are a lot of people reading that aren’t reviewing. It takes very little time to write a review, just a few words. Or tell me where you want it to go. You all are my inspiration, after all.

Warning: The following chapter contains heterosexual sex. Anyone who doesn’t enjoy this should stop reading now, and wait for the next chapter. I promise it won’t take as long this time.

Grunting its effort, the Dahaka worked steadily into the pliant flesh, its meaty claw clumsily readjusting on a well shaped thigh. The time demon’s blood burned hotter as his organ pistoned inside of slick, warm meat. The woman’s scant armor had been cast to a clattering heap in the corner. The monstrosity’s other hand fisted in short black hair, pushed the bloody, beaten face and abused jaw into the stone he had bent her forward over. Snorting, the demon quickened its pace impatiently, pulling her slack legs further apart as he worked in and out of her flesh.

Still, the beastly demon missed its prince.

Shadee’s body was embarrassingly loose around his assaulting appendages, no more appealing than her mouth had been. Her sex had barely even torn when the beast had forced itself between her legs, and her ribcage was sadly lacking in muscular structure to cling to its ardent tentacles. With a grunt more of repugnance than pleasure, the creature at last released within her exsanguinous vessel. Carelessly the beast heaved the corpse to a broken tangle on the rough sandstone. After discarding her airless frame, it took one heavy step forward, in search of new, more satisfying, prey.

And then it had an idea.

Lumbering forward, the Dahaka thundered down the spacious hall, its eyes burning with a new hope. It would get its Prince back the only way it knew how, and then it would never have to loose him again. Something that could only be called a smile crawled across the monster’s maw as it rampaged through the pitiful sand creature’s attempt to stop it. The Dahaka didn’t care. It had only to gain control of the timeline, and then it would have everything it desired.

The oaken doors of the Empress’s throne room barely slowed the beast, and it crashed through in an explosion of splinters. The empress shot up from her throne, but clumsily caught the hem of the silken scraps that covered her, and pitched forward to a fleshy tangle on the floor. She had not stood before the Dahaka was upon her.

Sharp claws minced the flimsy lengths of blood red silk the rest of the way off her ample frame, just as a cry of terror rattled out of the Empress’ slender throat. One beefy claw locked steel-strong fingers, the girth of each digit enough to enclose her tiny skull, in the thick mop of the Empress’s hair. The empress, unbalanced from her previous serene state, looked up at the demon in horror, her nudity clearly the reason for her distress.

The Dahaka snorted fetid disgust. So she had foreseen her death in the time line, had she? And yet she had not seen the means of her destruction, a sneer curled the beast’s snout, as he strong armed the woman onto her thrown. A low rumble coiled in the time creature’s chest, and tickled up its massive, bull-like throat. At last the demon could not help but howl its humor, as the empress, her fully naked curves quivering in terror, struggled as a pinned worm to escape her throne, and the monster that trapped her to it. Meaty claws pawed at the Empress’ supple skin, squeezing the melons of her breasts. Kaileena wailed load at the crushed tissue, writhing, pushing madly at the terror’s fists. Until the monstrous Dahaka snatched up her wrists in one swipe of his razor-clawed hand and wrenched the delicate limbs discordantly. The Empress silenced, overcome by the nauseating inundation of pain, dimly registering the boneless droop of her arms. Salty tears fled freely down her regal features, tears that tasted sweet on the Dahaka’s ruff-bristled tongue. The Empress, green eyes glazed in horror, could not help the whimper that slithered from her mouth when she felt the razor claws of the Dahaka trace up the inside of her thigh and disappear within her lower mouth.

Hot knives wriggled inside of her, and the bow of her body came not fully in desperation to get away. For between slices of the sharp, too large fingers and the burning tightness of her body’s attempt to accommodate their girth, there came a curious tickling in the pit of her stomach. The tickling, intermittent sensation stroked her frayed nerves and settled weighty in her tortured legs, even as one hefty paw mercifully released her bruised breasts and cruelly constricted on the curve of her thigh. The Dahaka jerked her wider, and when it’s meaty digits departed her tender flesh the pleasure vanished in one spark of white hot pain as the beast enormous sex impaled her.

Kaileena was granted little relief, for the beast did not even offer pause before its hips began their familiar rhythm. There was no crescendo, the demon offered her no coaxing that a lover might, instead it violent bucked against her, rutting without compassion into the Empress’ fragile body. That peculiar tickle never returned, only the fear, as slipper tentacles caressed her form before ramming home, and working into her wounds as did the oversized organ in her flesh.

The Empress of time expired in a limp wail, her dead body spasming from blood loss against the time demon’s assault. A cloud of sand and white fluid erupted around the demon in a final spray of release for both parties. Something that couldn’t quite be called a smile curved the demon’s maw, and the Dahaka, now sparkling with sand, caught up handfuls of the magic in its black fists.

Finally, the beast was on his way to having everything it ever wanted.