Charsi

Charsi encounters the Smith in the Monastery. A story set during Diablo 2 but (no spoilers) there are short cameos at the end from characters from Diablo 3.

 

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Charsi

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Charsi moved in a crouch by the Monastery doors. She was lucky she'd sneaked away from the Rouge's camp unnoticed but she had no choice. She needed the Malus, her forging hammer, if she was to craft decent weapons for the rouges. The long-legged blacksmith hefted her short-sword and crept inside the blackness to the inner Monastery.



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"By the Sacred Eye!" Charsi whispered, then immediately made a sign to atone for the blasphemy. She'd barely avoided an ambush by foul half-sized demons several times. Only a strong arm after years of forge-work had saved her. Her heart tore to see the Monastery in ruins, and this was only the ground floor. The young blacksmith was in front of the doorway to her workshop, and taking a breath she kicked the door open with a shout, thrusting her sword out to skewer any attackers.



A fire was steadily burning in front of the workbench and anvil, but other than that the room was silent.



With relief, Charsi closed and bolted the door and sheathed her sword. This place was surprisingly tidy compared to the ramshackle chaos of the rest of the compound. Charsi eyed a rack of weaponry on the wall and shuddered. Whatever creature had taken over her old workshop had been busy. She searched for the Malus among the tools, reluctantly admiring the craftsmanship she saw in the weapons.



"Where’s my malus?" she muttered, smooth skin wrinkling with a frown. The blacksmith pushed a few strands of strawberry-blonde hair out of her face, tension like a spring in her gut. To have come all this way only to have to take a portal back without her malus...



A large shape materialized beside her and caught her wrists.



"Your malus," it rumbled in a guttural voice, "Is taken care of."



Charsi shouted and kicked back, hitting the demon's knee. With a pop it went out from under him, and Charsi flew toward the door only to be tackled from the side by the Smith. They tumbled to rest a few feet from the fire, the Smith on top. The firelight turned his leathery yellow skin a hellish orange like his pupiless eyes.



"Take your claws from my malus!" Charsi shouted as she twisted in his grip. "It was a gift from the horadrim!"



"I know about the horadrim," the Smith leaned forward to put more weight on the struggling human, eyeing Charsi's plump breasts as they heaved below him. The demon easily kept her in place. "How did you think I hid from you, mortal spawn?"



"What?" Asked Charsi, puzzlement momentarily overcoming outrage and panic. "What would a, a foul demon know about the great mages?"



"Much," the Smith sneered, transferring his grip with one hand to both her arms and pulling out a gold broach in the shape of a wailing woman. It depressed one of the eyes and vanished. Charsi gasped. She still felt the demon's weight, but it was completely invisible.



"One of their relics," the voice came from out of thin air. "Harsh action breaks the spell. A pity, but the ancients serve me well. The jungle cities taught us much."



Charsi's eyes widened. "You've been to Kurash?" The terrible truth dawned on her. "The horadrim have fallen?!"



"Their lore is ours now, blacksmith." The demon’s voice was smug. "Including how to unlock the magic in your malus. The rouges never teased out its greatest secrets."



"You're lying!" Charsi replied with a touch of indignation.



"Can you imbue magics into items with it?"



"It doesn't do that!"



"But it does," the Smith said triumphantly. "Didn't its weight feel greater than the weapons you made? There's more to its make than the paltry arrowheads your sisters made you forge."

 

Why was it trying to convince her that the malus was more than she thought? And why did she suspect he was right? Charsi had seen runes on its handle that she couldn't translate, no matter how many horadrim texts she scoured.



"A proposition," the Smith declared, still invisible. "Help me enchant the malus, and you'll be spared and set free."



"I don’t believe you!" Charsi said.



"Why? I could slay you now." The Smith's voice was so deep Charsi felt it rumble from his chest into her own diaphragm. "Enchant the malus with me, and you can return with no one wiser of your adventure."



What weapons she could she make for the sisterhood with an enchanted malus! Charsi tried to see the catch to the demon's bargain. "Why help me?”



"Curiosity," it replied flatly. "I tire of working so far from hell’s infernal forge."



The young blacksmith's mind raced. The Smith tightened its grip, making Charsi's arms ache.



"Do you agree, mortal?"



Charsi compressed her lips, trying not to cry out. At least she'd buy herself some time, and if the demon was telling the truth...



"All... all right! I'll help enchant it. But only if you keep your bargain."



The demon reappeared, inches away from Charsi's face. It grinned, exposing pointed teeth.



"Of course," it said, flinging away the broach then pulling up a stone beside the forge with its free hand and extracting the malus. "Take the handle," it said, letting go one of Charsi's arms, "And repeat these words."



Charsi sat up and gripped the age-old wood gratefully, happy to hold the malus for even a moment. She resisted the urge to swing it at the demon as he chanted strange syllables.

Charsi tripped her way through the words and the head of the hammer started to glow. The oozing power made her head swim.



"Ashat," the Smith yelled as his litany coming to a close, "Treyt Pultyask!"



"Ashat... Treyt... Pultyask..." Charsi repeated. The glow from the hammer pulsed and she heard a crack as the magic light brightened and lit up the room. A wave of energy slammed into her, making her go limp. With alarm she heard the Smith chuckle as he picked her up with one arm.



"The spell," he said, "Needs its participants pliable."



The demon swept away the contents of its workbench with one arm, eyes glowing with excitement. Charsi felt herself lifted onto the bench, and dropped into real sleep for a moment. She woke up when she felt her undershirt whipped off her body. The blacksmith's long, young form was spread-eagled on the table, hair cascading over the side. The Smith stood beside Charsi, taking a handful of one large, round breast, admiring how firmly the mortal's assets stood out on her body.



"Fine tits," the demon complimented her as it put its other hand on Charsi's other breast and squeezed. Charsi could only mumble, helpless as the demon roughly mauled her chest, its rough and calloused skin rubbing against sensitive mounds. Charsi tried to move even as her nipples became stiff.



"Your body's eager, mortal," the Smith crowed, leaning down and flicking a bronze-colored tongue against a nipple, the long and prehensile muscle wrapping itself around her breast to tug at the rosy tips. He moved a hand down to her ass, stroking the silky mound and giving it a pinch. "It will come to no TRUE harm. Look how you take to being caressed."



"Nfff...stop it..." Charsi slurred.



"What about here?" Charsi felt the tongue flick a MUCH more sensitive area. She gasped as the warm, slimy thing brazenly licked her pussy, pushing down the middle of her lips and up to the clit roughly but methodically. "So rosy already."



The licking went on for a minute, and the confused, naive blacksmith's head whirled with how it made her tingle. She was so... so wet! What was happening? Charsi shrieked, not entirely in displeasure, as the tongue slipped further in. It stopped at a small barrier of flesh, probed it gently and retreated, leaving her strangely empty.



"A virgin isn't a requirement,” the Smith rumbled, “but no doubt your mortal sensibilities will be outraged." Charsi opened her eyes and saw the Smith was holding the malus. The hammer was glowing slightly. She looked further down, and gaped. The Smith had taken off its work-smock, revealing a veiny cock so dark purple it was almost black. The monstrous phallus was huge and thick, even half-erect. The Smith reached over to squeeze a breasts again, gave it a look of longing, then sighed.



"Would that I could avail of your delights, but the bargain first." He placed the malus between Charsi’s legs, bottom of the handle resting against her pussy lips, and let go. "You have promised yourself to the spell of the horadrim and it will have flesh."



Charsi went stiff as the malus pressing up against her pussy on its own. Her mouth made a slow "o" as the handle slowly moved into her body, the wood going warm then cool in alternate pulses.



"Fret not," the smith said, stroking himself as he watched the handle slowly sink into the shocked girl's nether regions. "Only the wood, not the metal, will be doused in your heat."



"Wait," Charsi said weakly, "I've never-you can't-ah!" The hammer was now an inch in, and probing against the wall of her virginity.



"Mmm. Yes I can, you busty wench." The demon purred. Its dick was ten inches erect as it pumped a fist along its own shaft. "Be grateful. What a transition to womanhood!"



"Oh! It's too big!" Charsi moaned, "It won’t fit!"



The Smith snorted at the idea that the malus’ handle was “too big”, but watched with interest as the runes on the handle shimmered, lighting up its room in an icy blue glow as the maiden on the table writhed helplessly. Charsi could feel the malus slick with her juices, flashing hot and cold as the magic churned in her. The sensation was maddening, tugging sparks of pleasure from her as much as it frightened her. Her breath stopped as it started pressing against her hymen.



"Will this really," she gasped, turning wet eyes to the Smith "make the hammer magic?" Charsi fearfully felt the envelope of her tissue start to stretch.



"I am a creature of my word." The demon ran fingers through her hair, then tightly gripped the locks near the top of Charsi’s skull. To its surprise, despite her feebleness, Charsi reached out and squeezed its arm hard as the malus' popped her cherry. The blacksmith screamed as blood dripped down the handle onto the table. The pain and violation on top of the intense magic was unbearable. With a sickeningly triumphant gesture the malus' handle slid the rest of the way into her snatch, head resting outside the lips, and discharged its magic.



Charsi screamed again as pure ice and fire flooded her so intensely it was agonizing, her body flopping around like it was seizuring. Finally the magic stopped, and the blood-slicked handle slid out of the woman. As the Smith picked it up, the blood soaked into the handle, leaving it bone dry and vibrating with magical energy.



"See?" the demon cooed holding up the malus for inspection. "Witness the magic of the horadrim! Enjoy the enchantment your flesh made upon it."



"I can feel it," Charsi replied, weakly trying to move to no avail. She COULD sense the magic pulsing. The Smith put the hammer on a nearby shelf and leaning down, surprised her by kissing her on the mouth. "You haven’t come yet, strumpet."



"I-" Charsi started but didn't get far before the Smith tonguged her hard. The warm muscle stoked her own tongue, explored the wet walls of her mouth. The sensation felt...good? In her dazed, weakened state, Charsi hesitantly kissed back. He pinched a nipple and she moaned. The Smith broke off the kiss and straddled Charsi on the table. She had a close eyeful of his dick and stared, fascinated.



Every feature of the cock was exaggerated compared to a human male. The thick 10-inch shaft throbbed slightly and was shot with large, angrily-bulging veins. Large dollops of pearly pre-cum wept from the middle of the swollen cockhead without stopping. The prick bobbed slightly as the demon shifted for balance, setting balls as big as fists to swinging. The thing looked ugly against Charsi's beautiful creamy skin and feminine curves, but her heart pounded with something other than fear as she gazed enraptured…



Chasi went red at the unwelcome and forbidden thoughts. The demon chuckled and placed the head of its cock at the bottom of her breasts then shoved his member upwards through her cleavage, up to her chin. Charsi gasped. The beast was warmer than she'd thought. The demon pressed her breasts together as it started up a rhythm. Cahrsi squirmed, looking down as the head of the cock coming closer and closer with every push.



"Do you object, mortal?" The demon asked, amused.



"What?" Charsi had been distracted by the sight of its member. "I-I don't-"



"Shall I stop?" It mocked her.



Charsi opened her mouth to say “of course” then looked at the shaft again. She'd always wondered what it'd be like to be with a man, but now her first time was gone, taken by the earth-shattering magics of the hammer. The Smith had been right, she'd been teased but hadn't cum from the malus, and she was still aching to be satisfied after all that foreplay. The demon was so BIG. Her thoughts whirled and the demon played with the tips of her breasts.



She answered quietly: "N-no?"



"Open your lips."



"What are-"



The demon squeezed her nipples and Charsi involuntarily gasped, opening her soft pink lips. An inch of shiny demon-meat was shoved into her mouth. Her eyes widened as the head popped in and she looked up at the Smith in a panic.



'Suck, mortal," it ordered her, "Swirl and suck with that little tongue that wants to taste it so much."



Charsi complied, clumsily lapping around the cockhead in her mouth but then getting enough of her lips around it to form a seal and suck. She brought a trembling hand up to the shaft and traced a vein, awed by the demon's girth. It let her tentatively tongue his cockhead, then pulled out and pulled Charsi up to a sitting position on the workbench. She had one leg on either side of the bench as he stood over her, her head level with his cock.



"Did a man ever properly show you what to do with this?" The Smith asked as it smeared the wet cockhead on one of her cheeks. Charsi's blush hadn't subsided. She shook her head silently, too embarrassed to reply.



"It was adequate, oh former maiden, but you need to do better than that." The demon moved the tip of its prick to her mouth again and grabbed the back of her head and growled intensely. "Take it in you like you love it."



Eyes wide, Charsi hesitatingly opened her mouth, then gulped down an inch of cock. She slipped, sputtered, and the demon roared with laughter. "Oh a fine first try! But here!" It held her jaw open with one hand and pushed forward with the other. Two inches slipped smoothly into Charsi's surprised mouth. The Smith gestured. Charsi got the message and started licking at the demon's meat, sucking what she could, feeling her saliva pool around the warm, pulsing thing protruding into her throat. Her enthusiasm rose but every time she looked up and caught the demon's sneering face she looked away, confused. The demon shook its head. The girl was obviously caught between her preposterous mortal upbringing and her body's natural lusts. She’d be free to go later, as promised, but first he intended to thoroughly enjoy this night.



The demon slowly forced more of himself into Charsi’s mouth, groaning as the blacksmith's muffled cries vibrated pleasingly on his cock. He stroked her cheek with one thumb while using the other hand to push her head closer to the base of his cock. Charsi got about halfway down his shaft when he relented, pulling back. He her take a ragged gasp of air then pulled her back onto his cock. Her tongue flailed as she panicked.



"Keep sucking," the Smith ordered Charsi. She started again, and this time when she got to the midpoint he pulled her down another inch despite her whimpers. The Smith dragged Charsi off his cock by gripping her ponytail and pulling. The fourth time he did it, he grinned toothily. "You enjoy how I tug at your locks, mortal."



Charsi coughed as the cockhead popped out of her sucking mouth. "Ah..." the demon pulled her hair straight and she arched her back. "Y-yes."



"Such a submissive little tart." It yanked on it again and Charsi gasped and made another breathy "ah". "How do you enjoy sucking my cock?"



"I..." Charsi evaded his face for a moment then rising to the taunt, defiantly licked the demon's cockhead and stared him in the eyes. "I like it!"



"Of course you do." The demon stuffed himself back into her mouth, and to his pleasure felt the girl sucking him hard. He put her hand on his shaft and she began to stroke it. "Move your head up and down, cunt."



Charsi obeyed, bobbing her head up and down the shaft. The Smith could tell she was choking, her throat squeezing and tightening as she did, but his hands kept her from pulling back too much. Charsi was locked into pleasuring his dick, her drooling, sucking mouth moving further and further down. The demon gave out a satisfied groan and nabbed her hair on either side and used it to pull the female blacksmith even further down his thrusting cockmeat. Charsi cried out. Her cunt (he'd called HER cunt! Shouldn't she be appalled and not wickedly excited at how dirty it sounded?) was dripping wet as the blowjob went on and on.

"I'm going to cum, strumpet." The demon finally said, voice harsh with his own excitement. "Do you know what a good tart does for her lover when he fills up her mouth?"



Charsi moaned around the cock, hungrily choking it down. She shook her head as much as she was able around the shaft.

The demon gripped the side of her head, hard, and bellowed as he suddenly climaxed and roared "Swallow!"Charsi tried but there was no way she could keep up with the hot torrent of sperm spewing down her throat. What she could gulp down she did, a torrent of cum much larger and powerful than a mortals squirted out her lips, and cascaded down the outside of her milky throat.

The gushing spunk finally subsided, and it popped its cock out of Charsi's mouth. The demon sighed. "Ah, well, you'll drink more next time" it said to the gagging woman.  Charsi coughed up a stream of sperm. The Smith rubbed the last trickles of the pearly stuff into her cheeks with its cockhead and Charsi flushed with strange embarrassment at not being able to keep up with the demon's lusts.

"Fret not," it grinned, running a finger up Charsi's sore throat. "I'll tend to a something a moment and we'll continue."

The Smith walked over to a wall cluttered with items. The exhausted woman wondered if this had been a terrible mistake despite the desire burning in her loins. She picked up a rag by the bench and furtively wiped spunk off her face, her throat, her breasts... it had gone everywhere! Charsi looked at the Smith's broad back. She could run while the demon busied himself with something on a shelf. Charsi looked at the shadow he cast on the wall from the fire: she could see the outlines of his enormous cock cast in shadow on the wall. It was already rising again.

Charsi nervously waited. The Smith finished its mysterious business and turned around, chuckling as it saw how avidly she watched him. It proudly saw the girl's eyes go to his swaying cock as he moved back to the bench. He kissed her, harshly, tasting himself in the process. She urgently kissed him back and the Smith gripped Charsi's asscheeks and pulled her closer, pressing his long dick against her leg. Charsi was off-balance for a moment then wrapped her arms around his back. He stroked the back of her neck with some fingers - humans were so sensitive there! - and heard the blacksmith make a breathy whimper as she ground her hips against him helplessly. The red-blond haired woman was *dripping* for it.

He broke off the kiss and spoke into her ear: "Where do you want it slut?" He hissed in amusement. "Spread on the floor? Kneeling like a dog?"

"I-" Charsi's eyes swam with conflicting shame, confusion, and desire. "I don't know!"

The demon ground his cock up and down her cunt, not penetrating but rubbing against it. Charsi closed her eyes and moaned.

"Tell me what you want inside you." The demon reached down to twist a nipple. Charsi arced her back in pleasure. "Say it."

"I want your-your-"

"Cock."

"I want your-" here she blushed again. "Your cock... in me."



The demon licked her lips. "Shall I bounce you on my lap or have you standing?"

"I don't know!" Charsi cried out, frustrated at all the wonderful tingling sensations across her body.

"Beg me to fuck your slit."

"Ah!" Charsi shuddered. "F...fuck me! Please!"

The demon tossed Charsi onto a sooty rug near the fire. Charsi landed ass-first, propped herself up by her forearms and looking up into the Smith's face in equal parts dread and lust.



"The malus may have had you first," the demon said as he swept her legs open, “But I'll arrange aches to remember me by, former maiden." His cock was at full-mast, precum weeping from the tip again. The demon rested the bulbous cockhead on top of Charsi’s pink pussy-lips and the woman groaned "ahh!" as he slowly pushed in. The shaft spread her wide, so much wider than the handle of the malus! Her pussy was wetter than it had ever been and still the invading prick stretched the limit. Charsi tweaked a nipple on her chest. The penetration hurt but it also felt so, so good.

The demon Smith grunted pleasure as it slowly speared the human's cunt. She was deliciously tight, encasing his cock in slick and clamping flesh. The woman looked puzzled as he pulled out, taking the tip of his dick out, then pushed back in to going a bit further. The Smith kept up the surprisingly gentle rhythm until about four inches were into Charsi’s cunt. Her eyes had closed and a shiver occasionally shook her body paradoxically lulled into a strange complacency.

The Smith pulled all the way out and rammed in hard. Charsi screamed. The demon withdrew and purposefully pistoned in again.



"Ufh!" Charsi cried. "You're too big! Ungf!" The demon slammed in and out again and she wailed. "Wait!"



"Wait?" The Smith grunted again in pleasure, grabbing handfuls of Charsi's large breasts and kneading them, hard. "We've only just begun." It felt the woman's wet walls still squeezing him, lovingly, despite her pain. "Your body wants me to break it in, slut. Can you feel it?"



"Ah! Ah! AH!" Charsi could feel every inch of him. "You're so BIG!" She desperately said.



"Relax, wench" the Smith grabbed Charsi's hips and thrust in without mercy, ignoring her cries as he got six inches in one shove. He continued the earlier rhythm, pulling back until nothing but the cockhead was inside, then ramming deeper into the woman each time. "You love it. See how you welcome me?" Charsi threw her head back and wailed. "Uhhhh! Augh! Ah! You're going to kill me!"



"Nonsense." The Smith sucked on a tit, biting the nipple lightly with its teeth. Charsi gurgled and moved her legs further apart despite herself. "Uh! So... big!"



"What is?" The demon demanded.



"Ah! AUGH! Y-you!"



It slapped one of her tits, sending the white globe wobbling. Charis yelpled. He slapped the other tit, hard, leaving a red mark. “What part of me's too big, whore?" 

"Your..." Charsi gasped and got out words in between the breaths. "Ugh! Your cock!"



The demon backhanded one of her tits with a meaty smack. "What was that?"



"Your cock! I love...UH....your cock!" Charsi shouted, realizing she meant it. Despite the sharp ache from where she was being violated, she couldn’t deny the delicious sensations the demon’s enormous cockhead was sending through the core of her body with each violent thrust.



“Excellent.” Without breaking his stride, the demon twisted the woman's nipples. Charsi involuntarily arched into the next thrust from his groin. The Demon Smith's dick was far further than the Malus had been by now, and her trembling inner passage was river-wet even as it squeezed down hard on the demon's fuckmeat.

"Oh... ah! Oh I love your cock... uhhhh....ung!" Charsi couldn’t help panting as the painful/pleasurable dick bumped up and up. “Oh… Ah! Oh you’re so BIG!” The demon was making guttural growls and moans of lust. His incredible reaming of her felt like it went on for ages but the Smith finally arrive at an especially tight spot... the entrance to her womb.

"Oh..." Charsi began softly. "Oh that feels so…"



The demon slammed balls-deep in one agonizing jab.



Charsi shrieked. Her flesh resisted for a split second then parted with an awful slurping pop, cockhead jutting into her womb. Charsi screamed long and loud as the demon fully possessed her, breaking her deeply in two with equal parts agony and ecstasy. The demon let his shaft rest for a moment and the iron-hard dick was the center around which Charsi experienced a shuddering, agonizing orgasm, less rise of pleasure than sheer submissive reflex. The Smith crushed its mouth against hers, thrusting its tongue in as Charsi's whole body trembled. Deep aching waves radiated out from her core with the climax and Charsi clutched desperately at the Smith's invading tongue with her own, searching for an anchor in the overwhelming sensations.



The Smith pulled out its dick slowly, savoring the spectacular clutching of the woman's cunt gripping every inch of him. He reentered with the same slowness, but went just as deep again, balls pressing up against Charsi’s cunt. Charsi screamed helplessly into his mouth all the while, her flesh still struggling to accommodate his girth. Out slowly then in more quickly. Out a bit less slowly, in faster. The Smith kept up the increase until he was pumping in and out at a breakneck pace, the woman's squeezing pussy driving him into a frenzy. Only then did the demon finally release her lips and was gratified to hear shrieks of desire.



"Ahh! Ah! Aaahhh!" Charsi panted, eyes glazed with her overwhelming lust. "Ah! AHH!"



"Ready to come again, slut?" The demon growled. "Ready to take my seed?"



"Yes!" Charsi panted. "UH! Yes!" She'd wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to make his already violent thrusts go deeper. "Ugh! Ah!!"



"You've taken every inch of me, whore" the demon said, panting. "Hhh! Selling your body - ugh - to me for a trinket! Foolish slut!"



Cock-hungry Charsi just moaned, lost in pleasure at the intense, immense reaming. She didn't care WHAT the demon called her as long as his magnificent dick kept pinning her to the floor.



"What will you do when I cum right in your womb, you busty bitch?" The demon leered.



"Oh!" Charsi groaned. "Ugh! Oh I'm going to-to-!"



The demon gripped her by the throat, not chokingly but firm. "Cum for me, my little slut."



"Uh! Ah! Ugh!" Charsi thrashed about, sending her tits wobbling. "I'm! Ah! Ah! AH! I'm cumming! Ahhh! I’m cumming!"



Hearing that, the demon unleashed a truly furious pounding, grinding the shaking, climaxing woman into the floor with each thrust of its tool. Charsi's orgasm was incredible. Each thrust seemed to prolong it. If the entire rogue camp had burst in Charsi would have kept fucking the demon's cock with abandon, the orgasm felt so good. The demon roared, rattling the walls, and blasted the cavity of her womb with phenomenal amounts of sperm. Jiz filler Charsi’s womb then squirted out of her clamping pussy. After what felt like a minute the demon sighed contently and finally pulled out, sending a torrent of its seed cascading out of Charsi as it left.



The Smith went over to the shelf again but Charsi didn't notice. She was floating in afterglow, the dreaminess of the pleasure mixing with the full-body ache of the ruthless fuck. She felt completely satisfied but insanely she wanted... more? She tried not to think too hard about it as she laid on the rug, body flushed and sperm still gushing out of her. After a few minutes the bulky Smith came back with something in his hands. "On your knees."



Charsi wobbled upwards obediently. The demon nodded then pushed so she was on all fours. He got behind her and slapped her ass.



"Uff!" Charsi felt the stinging pain but didn't move.



The demon looked at the rosy imprint left on her taut, firm backside. He grinned. "Enjoying this, slut?" He asked, kneading the blacksmith's ass-cheeks. "Is that what you are?"



"Yes?" Charsi breathed, dreading and hoping he'd spank her again. She shouldn't be letting him do this as well, but that just made it more enticing. She yelped when the demon sent her ass-cheeks jiggling with another slap.



"Speak the words." The demon demanded.



"I'm... I'm a slut."



Another slap. "A cock-hungry whore?"



"Y...yes." Despite all that she'd done Charsi stumbled over the words. She'd mostly heard the mercenaries in the camp using them to enthusiastically boast about their conquests. Labeling HERSELF one of those bedded doxies... "I'm… I’m your whore."



The demon snickered. "Then this is well deserved." And with that it spanked her, alternating between slaps that made her asscheeks sting and her tits wobble, and kneading the sore flesh with gusto. Charsi screamed, moaned, screamed again. After a few minutes of tanning her pert backside, the demon stopped. Charsi felt something pressing against the bud of her asshole.



"What are you-"



The demon slapped her ass again, and said cheerfully "Merely preparation."



Charsi swiveled her head to see the demon hold her malus, its shaft gleaming with oil, to the base of her ass! The demon twisted and before she could say anything, her asshole flared open from the pressure. Charsi whined in shock.



"Don't struggle, my little whore," the demon grabbed her hair and arched her neck backwards. "What pleasure will you find if you ruin yourself first?"



Charsi wanted to ask what pleasure there was in having even a well-oiled malus shoved into her nether regions, but was howling too loudly to form the question. The demon slowly shoved the wooden handle in and out, the oil making the shaft slide in more easily.



"OH! It hurts!" Charsi yelled. "It HURTS!"



"Is this my thanks?" The Smith mocked. "It will make my own passage so much easier!"



Charsi's eyes widened when she realized what he meant.



"Please, no-"



"Lusty bitch." The demon stroked the blushing red roundness of her sore ass-cheeks, making her shiver. "A wanton thing like you will learn to love it."



Charsi gritted her teeth against the agony as the malus' shaft moved tirelessly in and out. She realized the demon wasn't even holding onto it anymore it was moving on its own. She was being fucked again by the Malus! At first the pain seemed to go forever but after a few minutes she realized she WAS turned on by the tool sawing in and out of her behind. Charsi tried to relax, as her demon-lover suggested, her clamping asshole working the handle. Despite the agony intertwined with the growing pleasure, she thought not at all of disobeying the demon, or trying to take the filthy thing from her ass and fleeing.



The Smith took a large, full-bodied mirror from a large shelf and placed it across from them. Charsi shuddered to see her red face, the tip of the malus bobbing up and down as it sank in and out of her buttocks.



"Is it not enticing?" The smith came back and cupped Charsi's face. Charsi looked at the firm shaft standing proudly in front of her. She licked the underside, tonguing the seam that made its way to the head.



"Thirsty already?" The Smith rumbled. Charsi nodded and opened her mouth, quickly tonguing the cock, licking and then sucking aggressively which tugged grunts of pleasure from the Smith. He let the woman work his tackle, noting she'd already learned to deep throat more of him through sheer enthusiasm for the task. What a horny little slut he'd landed! The woman had probably never even kissed a man before tonight and now she was popping her head out to suck on his balls, lovingly tonguing them and slurping on his ballsack before returning to suck on the bumpy, engorged penis, obviously eager for another load.



All Charsi could think about was how much she wanted the demon's swollen cock in her throat and how good the malus' handle was now making her ass feel. The shame of it made her tingle and try to choke down more of the meat. She couldn't deny a strange liberation from giving into desires she hadn't known she possessed! The thought made her suck even harder.

The demon debated whether or not to oblige her or get on with violating Charsi's behind. His breath grew ragged as more of his member disappeared down the blacksmith's greedy throat and he gave in with a great groan of pleasure, spurting past the woman's swirling tongue down her moist throat. This time Charsi hungrily gulped down more of the demon's cum, although she gagged on the last spurt.



"You train better than I'd hoped," the demon smiled and pulled the malus out from Charsi's cheeks. The woman immediately felt hollow. "For that and other reasons, let us smooth this passage well." The Smith took down a bottle of oil from the shelf and massaged it into his cock. Charsi was only mildly surprised to see it was already rising. She gazed single-mindedly at the dick as grew hard. She turned to look at the Smith as he moved behind her, but it slapped her tender flanks almost fondly, like one does a horse. "Eyes in the mirror for this transgression, fuck-slut."



Charsi shuddered and obeyed. The demon positioned the tip of its dark-purple cockhead at her asshole which flared again, welcoming the penetration. He was thankfully slick with oil, but MUCH thicker than the malus, and Charsi cried out piteously as he reached the spot where the wooden handle had been deepest.



"Frightened, tart?" The demon asked. Charsi nodded her head even as he pulled out and slid back in. She saw her face contort in pain in the mirror. "Should I stop?" It mocked.



"N...no." Charsi's voice trembled.



"Are we sure?" The demon fucked her more violently, sending her body swaying.



"I'm s...sure," Charsi gasped as the Smith ground in and out a few times then got out a desperate "I...AH! I need you in me!"



It was true. Despite the sharp pain she WANTED the demon's dick to grind relentlessly deeper down her asshole, wanted it to jiz inside her again. She was getting excited just thinking about it! She gripped the rug HARD and cried out "Please, please fuck me!"



"Like a slut?" It taunted, going faster.



"Yes! Ow! Ah!" Charsi buckled at the sensations horrifying her and turning her on even through the pain. "Fuck me like a cum-bitch! Like a whore!" She yelled, meaning it with all her heart.



The demon hadn't been shirking but now its speed increased beyond mercy. Charsi screamed as its pumping tool relentlessly drilled her ass until the base of its cock was slapping against her tight, sore cheeks. She braced her arms against the carpet to keep from topping over. After several minutes of pummeling, she looked up. She barely recognized the woman in the mirror, the person admiring the pink nipples of her wildly swinging tits (excited by the sight of her own breasts!) and mouth hanging open in naked lust. The demon, snarling like the fiend it was, hit some spot deep inside her and Charsi came uncontrollably, yelling in complete ecstasy. If coupling with a demon was a sin, what pleasure there was in damnation! The Smith didn't stop, and in another minute she came again, surrendering herself to the shuddering, full-body orgasm as the demon reached its own. It clamped its hands down on her ass and fired its most powerful load of cum yet into her squeezing asshole, roaring at the intensity its climax. It took a full minute to subside, and when the demon pulled out with an audible pop excess jiz poured again down Charsi's trim legs.



Charsi panted face first on the rug, relishing the feeling of bowels packed gloriously tight with sperm. The Smith wiped itself off with another rag, smirked at its work, and waved a hand. The mirror began to glow.



"I've been preparing the scrying mirror all night," the demon said. "I was to make report to hell, but why don’t we peruse how others of your kind fare in meetings with mine?"



Charsi watched. The glow in the mirror slowly started to resolve into an image of... somewhere else? It showed an endlessly floating series of stone stairs and landings against a background of stars. What had Charsi's attention, however, was the pounding a naked, tanned, brown-skinned woman was receiving from a pair of demons. One was draped across an altar, fucking her snatch as it held her wrists. The other demon was pressing the woman down onto the creature on the altar by plowing her ass. Charsi had thought the Smith was demonic but these creatures were part skeletal (although there was nothing emaciated about the giant pink-red cocks sliding in and out of the woman) and tongues hung out of skulls instead of proper heads! Monstrous as they were, the expression on the brown-skinned woman's face was one of ecstasy. A third skeleton-thing, taller than the other two, approached with dick erect. The woman leaned over and deepthroated the entire thing in one movement with a look of bliss on her face.



"Radament's keeping busy," The Smith chuckled.



The mirror flickered. Charsi tried to make sense of what she was seeing. There was a shining crystal palace suspended in glowing air. The place looked beautiful but under siege, as if war had burned through it. The mirror focused on a room where massive demons were holding down and... there could be no other word for it... raping faceless, human-like figures with shining white wings.



The angels were trying to throw their attackers off even as they were ruthlessly violated. Some of the angelic figures, male or female, were impaled more than one demon cock. Charsi noted a pair of monsters jizzing inside a winged being that was screeching higher than she could have imagined as the cum flooded its body. Its shining wings turned to black and red, and the angelic being went limp. It looked corrupted, somehow. The demons fucking it laughed and continued slamming into the unresisting body, pricks still firm and brimming with spunk. Slowly the twisted and corrupted winged-figure began to fuck back, previous reluctance gone as it embraced its tormentors. It screamed lustily as they increased their pace.



Charsi's mouth was dry as her snatch was moist. Was this blasphemy really happening? Charsi felt her snatch clutch involuntarily as she watched the corrupted angelic thing (she couldn’t tell if it was a he or she) eagerly suck on one of its former rapist's tongues, begging its attackers to fuck it. Why did she find it so alluring?



"Strange." The Smith said with genuine curiosity. "Has magic from the malus interfered with what we see? Are these past or future triumphs?" The Smith gestured and the mirror showed another scene in the war-torn palace.

A hulking, red, spiky and reptilian mass of a demon, that made the previous ones look petite, was leaning over a bound angelic creature in golden armor. A broken spear was jammed into the floor. Charsi squinted: the angels were difficult to see through their light, but pieces had been ripped away from the armor. The demon's long, spiny tail was lashed around one of the winged-creature's legs, pulling it upward so the demon could penetrate him more easily with an impossibly big cock: easily the length of her arm, and twice as thick.



Despite the power behind the angel’s attempts to break free, the demon easily effortlessly held it in place with its tail and single arm. The angel was snarling threats, but Charsi could hear desperation underneath its attempts at bluster. There was a large and thick puddle underneath them, mixed black and white. The white shone just like the angel's wings, and she saw a strand of it leaking out of what appeared to be a long and pearly-colored cock jutting out of the angelic creature.



"Nnf! Heaven will BREAK you for this!" The winged thing howled as it struggled against the demon's thrusts, booming voice tinged with hysteria.



The gigantic demon simply laughed in a rumbling voice so deep and loud it visibly shook the room. When it spoke the force made Charsi wince.



"I RULE HEAVEN NOW." The demon-king twisted the angel’s arm but the smaller figure didn't cry out. "PURITY DOES NOT FAIL TO EMBRACE CORRUPTION. I WILL FORGE YOU MY SERVANT IN HEAT." The demon wrapped its impossibly long and thick tongue around the angel's throat and squeezed so hard the winged-thing gasped for air, and that seemed to set something off because the angel cried out piteously in shame and something else as it came violently, great arcs of white cum spurting out of its own cock to join the puddle on the floor.



"Interesting." The Smith said, puzzlement in its voice even as Charsi gasped, riveted, "But it does not do to spy on the Master."



The mirror's scene changed. Charsi was disappointed for a moment but then heard sounds from the other side. Moaning? This new scene was in some kind of tomb. A breathtakingly beautiful woman with milky-white skin and blonde haired ponytail was on her knees, bent over an unholy combination of man and serpent. The Serpent was using a thick, erect member projecting from its lower coils to energetically fuck the woman's exquisitely delicate face. The woman scrunched her lovely features as she choked on the cock, eyes darting over to another woman nearby, who was bouncing up and down on the shaft of another snakeman with abandon. The monster was gripping the other woman's waist, moving her up and down its fuckpole. The demon's eyes were covered by an ornate helmet but its mouth was busy slavering over the second woman's cheeks. This moaning woman, who had black hair topped by a diadem (the only thing she was wearning) appeared to love it. She reached over and fondled one of the blond-haired woman's breasts.



"A fine taste, Eirena?" The black-haired woman whispered. The pony-tailed woman, Eirena, stopped sucking for a moment but held the snake-thing's cock in a slim-fingered hand, rubbing it up and down the shaft.



"I've never felt like this," Eirena said weakly, sighing as the other woman groped her tits. The diadem-wearing woman suddenly leaned in for a kiss, pressing her soft mouth against the other one's. The blonde woman blinked in surprise for a moment then returned it. The snakemen smirked and hissed to each other in a strange language then chortled. The two women kissed passionately, tongues dancing in each other's mouths, and Eirena squeezed the other woman's nipples. After a few heartbeats of watching their captives fondle each others' breasts, the snakemen's tails came up and whipped the women's asses. Eirena obediently broke off to suck the snake-demon's cock again. Its tail came up and jammed itself into her dripping cunt, and her eyes widened like saucers.



"Uh! Such an unusual curse of lust," The blackhaired woman panted, back to riding her own demon. "Ahhh! But such a good one! OH!" Her eyes rolled up into her head as the snake-creature she was fucking inserted five inches of its tail up her ass and she whined in pleasure.



Charsi had begun flicking her own nipples in arousal from everything to the snakemen's stiff cocks to the women's pearly tits. She jerked as the Smith's arms wrapped around her waist, and slid himself two-thirds of the way into Charsi's wetness.



"Ohhhh!" Charsi breathed.



"Enjoying the show?" The Smith smirked. Charsi squealed in delight as he began to fuck her pussy on all fours, the position offering an angle of penetration that was driving her wild.



Now the scene changed to a woman on a stone floor in the middle of a pool of fire! Was this hell? The woman was rolling around with a demon with the head of a bull, fighting it? No, they were fucking, the woman tied down to the floor and trying to buck the demon off more as a challenge than any true attempt to fend off the veiny prick slamming into her. Two golden rings flashed from the woman's pink nipples, and the bull demon grabbed her tits and squeezed, then pulled the rings hard. The woman below cried out "Yes! Oh gods fuck me! Unnnf!" Her pert behind rose off the floor as the bull-demon's cock went so far in, and was so thick, it actually lifted her with it when the monster pulled out. She dropped an inch back down and the bull-thing dove right back into the writhing woman, panting heavily like an animal, staring at her intensely with shiny, dead-looking eyes. It yanked on a ring again.



The Smith grabbed a handful of Charsi's own tits and Charsi "mmm"'d approvingly as it roughly mauled her orbs.



The mirror now showed a woman with softly glowing white eyes and hands tied to a tree in a dark forest, grunting as a towering horned and red-skinned demon split her from behind. They'd evidently been at it for a while: each heave of the demon's hips sent its colossal prick disappearing completely into the woman's snatch, making her cry out as her breasts were rubbed and compressed against the tree. A quiver of bolts and pair of crossbows were spilled on the grass by her feet. The blood-red demon leaned down its head and stuck a thick black tongue down the woman's throat. She gagged even as her body quivered as the monster's cock bottomed out inside her, gasping for air after it broke off the "kiss".



"Ugh! There will be no hell deep enough to hide you for this," the woman groaned unconvincingly.



"You'll hunt AFTER I'm finished, mortal." The demon replied unconcerned then rammed in and out especially hard. "It's time you came again." After a few pumps the woman's body started to shake as she began to orgasm.



"Ahhh! Kill you...ugh! For this! Ah! AH!"



"Not today," The demon grunted then pressed her against the tree as it shot its load deep into the woman's womb.



"Ugggh! N-no more inside me! Please! Ugh! Uh! Ahhhhhhh!" The woman threw back her head back in a cathartic wail as her climax went on and on. Charsi stared in envy and amazement as jiz poured down the woman's wobbling legs. The sperm was as jetblack as the demon's tongue!



Charsi moaned and urged the demon fucking her to go faster.



The mirror flared again and this time it looked like a woman in a jungle, with the most grotesque demon yet. It was a monstrosity shaped like some kind of tree-like beast on two legs, with a vein-covered, throbbing prick out. The woman also had blonde hair in a ponytail but her breasts were ENORMOUS, creamy white and firm, holding up against gravity as she was strung naked between two actual trees with loops of vine. The woman was shapely and trim, except a belly swollen enormously with child. Charsi swore she saw the bump quiver. One vine - coming from the monstrous tree-thing itself, Charsi realized, was playing with the pregnant woman's tremendous breasts, coiling around them in a figure eight and squeezing. White liquid spurted out of them. The woman made noises as she was milked like a cow, soft sobs and moans, but she didn't fight it off. The tree beast moved forward and impaled the woman on its length, her asshole slowly opening up to take the gigantic prick. Charsi could see the woman's legs twist in their bonds at the invasion.



"How many litters will this make?" The demon asked. Its voice was a low rumble that made Charsi quiver even across the other side of the mirror.



"Ugh! Twenty, master!" The woman replied between gritted teeth.



"I'll still have to breed you many times over, then."



"Uhn!" The pregnant woman's eyes rolled up at the words. "As you - AH! - say!"



"I do say." The tree-thing clamped down on her breasts with blunt fingers as it continued to fuck her. More milk squirted out. Vines slithered over the pregnant woman's enormous belly, stroking and caressing the demon's unborn spawn, and the woman cooed appreciatively at that and the rough sodomy she was enjoying so much.



Charsi shuddered with arousal and fucked frantically back onto the Smith's swiftly-ramming cock, while watching the pregnant woman in the mirror. It stayed on the jungle: the Smith was too deep in its lust to change scenes again, even if it had cared to.

Charsi and the blonde woman on the other side of the mirror synchronized as they coupled with the demons tirelessly screwing them. They both approached their orgasms at about the same time, the pregnant women involuntarily jerking on the vines in a powerful climax. Without a sound the large tree beast came next, splattering jism inside the woman's backside. Cum arced at least a foot behind it as the excess squirted out. Charsi came herself then, briefly noting the Smith's quick breathing before her mind was blasted by an orgasm of her own.



After her climax finally finished, Charsi noticed something strange. The pregnant woman in the mirror was crying out again, this time in pain, as her whole body convulsed. With a piercing  scream, her stomach LURCHED and a writhing eel-thing pushed its way out of the woman's snatch. The another. And another. Charsi's jaw dropped as the woman in the jungle birthed a whole clutch of demons, fully turned into a breeding sow for them. Charsi was rocked by wave after wave of arousal at the sight and before she knew it another orgasm ripped through her, just as the Smith came bellowing deep inside her, linking them both in unholy pleasure as it emptied its spunk into her womb again.



They laid locked together for a moment then the Smith got off Charsi. She rolled over. The Smith grabbed her head by the hair and jerked a few powerful squirts of cum into the woman's open and waiting mouth. It let her clean its cock a little, the woman making a few lingering licks and sucks along its dribbling cumhole, then it let her head go.



"A fine evening mortal," the demon sighed in satisfaction, "But one that must come to a close."



Charsi blinked dumbly. It was over? She felt her face go red. How long had they been rutting for?



The demon dumped a scroll into her lap and easily moved the mirror back to its resting place. Charsi hastily grabbed another rag (the Smith had a clean pile, thank gods) and wiped off what she could. She skittered around to where the Smith had tossed her clothes and quickly threw them on, not looking up, frightened and too shamed to look it the demon in the eye. What had she been thinking? What had she DONE? This whole night had been unforgivable! She WAS nothing better than a slut, for how quickly had she succumbed to nothing more than a demonic prick and toothy smile? She looked at the scroll. It was a town portal. The demon was throwing her out, and why shouldn't it? It'd had what it wanted. She activated the portal...



The Smith wrapped a muscular arm around her waist to stop her. "I believe you forgot something, mortal." It wedged the handle of the malus firmly between her breasts and kissed her deeply, proprietarily, stroking a nipple one last time. Charsi instantly kissed back, her warm, pink tongue entwined in the demon's longer serpentine one. After a few minutes of tongues wrestling inside each other's mouths, the demon hissed beside her ear as it ran a hand down her shuddering side, "You need no excuse to come back to visit, mortal. My promise of relative safety remains... intact." With that it let her go, and Charsi scurried through the portal.



An hour later, Charsi collapsed into her bedroll. Luck had seen her through sneaking back into the camp as unobserved as she'd left. What had happened seemed unreal, but she'd never felt so absolutely content. She should be in shock, guilt, mored. All charsi felt was relaxed and strangely happy. She fell asleep untroubled by the night and awoke well-rested, if incredibly sore.

Charsi passed off her stiffness as work at the forge, and claimed the wandering warrior that had stopped by the camp weeks ago had fetched the malus back for her. Nothing was suspected, and the next few days passed uneventfully, although at night Charsi now found that the only thing that could quench her desires was retreating to the privacy of her tent and furiously masturbating with the handle of the malus to lustful thoughts of the demonic lover she'd found in the depths of the Monastery...who she could surely never go back to…whose thick demon-cum she couldn’t possibly desire…