The sequel to The Shadows ~ Now on Episode 2

[JEMMA]

Episode Ten, Madness and Anger

Sam laughed as the air pushed against his body as he dashed toward the two women who were washing in the small spring at the base of a tall rock face. Jackie and Melanie hadn't seen him yet, but that was about to change. Within seconds things were going to happen fast and Sam couldn't hold back his delight and anticipation as his penis began to swell into an erection.

Jackie was the first to notice him. Her eyes went wide and she threw her hands up in defense but the effort did little to stop the impact of Sam's naked body crashing into her's. She was knocked back off of her feet and crushed under him on the rocky bank uphill from the spring. The other pretty screamed from a few feet away but Sam paid her no mind. He had pretty Jackie first. The other pretty could wait.

Jackie squirmed under Sam's weight. Her knees pushed up in a weak attempt to push him off. The crazed man laughed as he placed his open hand against the side of her face and pushed until the woman's head was pinned between the force of his weight and the small jagged stones on the bank. 

"Please," she cried. "I'm sorry."

"Jackie is sorry," Sam said and was a bit shocked by the sound of his own voice. His words came out scratchy and the pitch shifted up and down with each syllable. 

"I shouldn't have told them what you did," Jackie shouted. The fear was obvious in her tone. "You didn't deserve to be stabbed. I should have lied. Please don't hurt me!"

"Sam won't hurt pretty Jackie," he assured her. He was quickly growing accustomed to his voice and began to look at it as a badge of honor. He lowered his body until his mouth was pressed against Jackie's ear. "Sam is going to make Jackie his pretty." 

Jackie screamed and swung her arm around as hard as she could. Sam felt the impact of a rock in her hand crash into the side of his head. He rose his body back up and looked at the woman's hand. A low laugh began to grow and expand from him until he was screaming his chuckles uncontrollably. She thought she could hurt him? She actually thought she could win?

Another rock, this time much larger, smashed against his nose and Sam fell back off of Jackie from the blow. He felt the cold water of the spring splash up his back as he landed. He shook his head and looked at Melanie, who was holding a large stone in both hands. Her fear was apparent in her face as she wearily watched him as she stood over Jackie.

"Bad," Sam said as he pushed himself up from the cold water. "Bad, bad Melanie. Bad, bad, pretty Melanie."

"Stay away from us you creep," Melanie shouted. Her long red hair was almost completely dried from the sun but had just enough wetness to darken the color slightly. 

Sam stumbled as he stood up but was quick to regain his balance. Jackie was up on her feet by this time and the two women watched him cautiously. They each held stones in their hands as if they would provide any kind of protection against the man that used to be Sam. They had no idea what he had become. They had no idea what he was capable of. Of course, they never did in the first place. Sam would show them. Same would make them understand. 

With a growl, Sam lunged forward. Jackie and Melanie turned and began running along the bank away from him but Sam was faster. Sam was better. Sam would show them.

Reaching out, Sam felt the bottom of Jackie's wet shirt and tightened his hand into a fist, gripping the shirt. He pulled and Jackie's legs wobbled before she fell forward. She immediately began kicking behind her as she worked her hands in an effort to crawl away but Sam was already crawling over her back. She wore no pants, nor panties under the shirt. The two had been bathing and drinking from the water when he arrived. This made things... convenient.

"Run," Jackie shouted through her teeth as Sam felt her struggles weaken. "Leave me and get the hell out of here!"

Melanie seemed to be stuck in inner turmoil for a long moment before Jackie yelled at her again. The last shout from her friend sent Melanie spinning on her heels and sprinting down the bank of the creek as fast as she could. Sam's laugh grew once more as he watched his second pretty start his next game. He turned his attention back to the pretty pinned below him. 

Jackie pressed her forehead against the stone as her arms rested over her head where they were when she had been trying to crawl to escape. He felt her nice and firm ass cheeks pinching around his throbbing cock as he smelled her. The smell of her sweat was overriding the smell of the fresh spring water as she had completely exhausted herself in her attempts to run from him. 

"Please," the words came out in a sorrowful whisper. "Please stop this."

Sam rubbed his hand up her back, feeling the drying cloth of her shirt as his rand ran up toward the back of her neck. He pushed her hair off of her back and watched as it fell strand by strand over her shoulders, splaying over the rocks just below her head. He could feel his own heartbeat pounding through the veins of his cock as her ass tensed up, squeezing it between them. He smiled, feeling the sweet calmness of the moment. His smile turned to a toothy grin as he gripped his fist around the neck of her shirt and pulled so hard that she began coughing and gasping for air.

Jackie's stifled scream sent a surge through Sam as he rammed his cock into her pussy. He felt her resistance, as weak as it was. He could sense her desire to fight back. He could almost hear her inner thoughts. Her inner pleas. Her inner struggle. He pulled at her shirt harder as he rammed his rod inside her once more. Her hands pulled back as she began pulling at the neck of her shirt to free her throat enough for breath. He could see her face turning pale from the side as her hands began to drop from their failed attempts to aid her in getter breath. Just before she was able to fall unconscious, Sam released her shirt. She dropped face first on the rocks again and gasped for that sweet air that she had been deprived of.



He worked his thrusts into a steady rhythm as he listened to the pretty sucking in more and more air. She would let out a cry from time to time but her lungs' desire for oxygen overrode her desire to fight off his advances. 



Sam studied her as he worked his shaft in and out of her tight pussy. He could practically see her soul within her struggling with his pull. He didn't quite understand what he was doing and that was the moment that he realized that he didn't quite know what he was. He knew that he was stronger than before. He knew that he could do things that he couldn't do when he was weak. He knew he was something more than human. He was something less than human. He was who he was.



Sam pulled his dick out of Jackie, grabbed one of her legs and pulled until she had rolled limply onto her back. She looked down her body at him. Her eyes were not showing signs of shock or horror anymore. Her eyes now showed nothing more than acceptance. She wouldn't fight him any longer. She knew. What did she know? Sam grew angry that she was in on a joke that he didn't understand.

"What," he shouted at her. "What do you know?"

She didn't answer. Her eyes just stared at him. She knew something! He would bring the answers from her.

Sam pushed his knees up under Jackie's legs and pushed until her legs raised up, allowing him to push his cock into her cunt once more. She let out a soft noise as he plunged inside of her once more. He searched her soul and the colors seemed to be weaker than before. Where the swirling colors were once vibrant and moving with a ferocious swirling motion, they were now dull and barely shifting at all. He rammed himself in and out. Feeling the warmth of her body. Feeling the softness of her soul as it faded. 



"What do you know," he shouted. Her eyes stared back at him with a blank expression. He watched a tear roll down the side of her cheek as her head lolled to the side. "Tell me!"

That's when he realized what was happening. He could feel it. He had absorbed her soul. Her body was becoming a mindless husk as he pounded himself into her. She had to be his pretty! She had to be his!

Something from within him sparked out of nowhere. He more felt it than seen it, but it was tangible. It was there. Should he reach? Why not? He reached out and touched the sensation. He felt a chime being sounded off as if from another dimension. He could feel the answers of those who heard the call. 

"We come," came the echoing voices. The voices of sirens. 

Ghostly figures of nude women materialized from thin air around the woman below him. He looked around at them and his initial expression of confusion shifted to a maddening expression of glee. He understood. He knew what he was. 



"Take her," he ordered the sirens. They shifted their gazes wearily from each other to Jackie and back to him. "Take her." He ordered again.

The sirens surrounded Jackie and began kissing her and rubbing their hands over her breasts, ripping her shirt to shreds and sucking on her nipples. Sam heard Jackie gasp for breath and her body jerked a few times as she turned her head to stare at the ghostly figures.

Sam threw his head back and howled into the sky as he released his load in Jackie's womb. He could feel her cunt tighten around him as it squeezed the last drop from him. The sirens covered her completely as he pulled back and sat down on the bank to watch. All he could see was one of Jackie's legs sticking out from underneath all the ghosts. Her leg jerked a few times but eventually dropped and stopped moving completely. 



The sirens pulled away from Jackie and Sam's grin returned as a chuckle escaped him. 

A new siren sat where Jackie's body had been. The ghostly figured looked around in fear before looking down at her own body. She shifted her gaze to Sam and then her eyes widened. 

"Jackie is my pretty now," Sam said, still laughing. "My pretty forever."



Sam hopped up to his feet and started sprinting down along the bank. It was time to add another pretty to his collection.

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[JEMMA]

Melanie dropped from exhaustion, pressing her back to a large rock on the bank as she tried to catch her breath and hold back screams of anguish at the same time. She couldn't believe she had left Jackie like that. Jackie was her friend. Maybe Jackie was something even more. They had been together a few times. Melanie told herself that she had only been experimenting but how many times can one experiment before admitting that the testing phase was over?

What had happened to that man? She knew that he was a coward but this was something far beyond her judgments of the man. He seemed crazy. There was also something... otherworldly about him. He scared her. His eyes scared her. That laugh terrified her. She knew that she needed to get up and continue her run but her legs felt like liquid. Her muscles burned and her chest hurt for air. 

Thoughts of her exhaustion left her as she heard his maniacal laughter in the distance. It was getting louder and quicker. She pushed herself up and began running once more. Her bare feet hurt and she was wishing she was at least wearing pants. She never liked being nude. She didn't know what the man was planning. What had happened to Jackie? What was going to happen to her?

The man's laughter turned to a shout of glee just before she turned and began running uphill. She and Jackie had passed a cliff earlier. It seemed to be a fifty-foot drop onto sharp rocks. Maybe she could lure him to the cliff and trick him to fall off. It was unlikely but at least it was a plan.

"My pretty," he shouted at her as she forced her legs to carry her up the hill. He was gaining ground on her fast. She couldn't give up. Her legs burned. She couldn't give up.

She could hear his breathing behind her. He was so close! She wasn't going to make it to the drop. He was going to catch her. She knew this but still, she ran on. She had to at least try. The man's breathing stopped and she risked a glance behind her to see him standing still as he watched her run. She had a chance! She pushed with all the strength left in her and stopped just shy of the drop. 

"My new pretty," he called from down the hill. "I will take my new pretty."

Melanie's legs gave out from under her and she fell on her bare rump hard. She pressed her hands on the edge of the bluff and looked down. Sharp rocks were pointing up as if they were designed by nature to be a death trap. She heard the man approaching her from behind. She had one shot. She had to make it count.

"Melanie," he teased as she seen his shadow come into view. She turned her head to see him standing a few feet from her and staring down at her with that insane smile.



"What have you done with Jackie," she cried. Tears blurred her vision as the man stepped closer. "Where is she?"

"Jackie is mine," the man said. It sounded like he was holding back another chuckle. 

"Where is she," Melanie shouted. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer. "What have you done with her?"

"I will show you," Sam said in a low voice. 

Melanie screamed as the man dropped down and pressed an open hand against her back. Her head hung over the edge of the cliff as she felt Sam's knees push her legs apart. He was more of a monster than those actual monsters that had attacked them before. This man was unpredictable at best and she didn't know what he had become. Pure chaos with no sets of rules to govern what he would do as far as she could tell.

She closed her eyes and stifled a scream as she felt his dick push against her asshole. There had to be a way to flip the man over her and to his death but he was so strong. There had to be a way! Her asshole betrayed her as it opened to accept him. Pain ran up her insides as his rod slid further inside. Screams escaped her as she looked down at the rocks. 



The pain didn't leave her asshole but it did numb a bit as he began pushing in and out at a quick and rhythmic pace. His grunts of pleasure disgusted her. Maybe he would finish and leave. Maybe this could be over. She tested her strength by pushing up a bit but the man's hand didn't budge from her back. He was too strong. 

Her vision flashed for a brief second and for that short amount of time she could feel him in a way that was hard for her mind to understand. He was doing something to her. Thoughts of pain escaped her entirely as he pounded himself in her asshole. Another flash and when it faded, she felt a bit less... focused. 



"What are you doing to me," she asked just before another flash hit her. This flash didn't fade away instantly. She felt her strength, will and focus being drained. Not just drained. Everything that made her who she was seemed to be pulling toward him as he fucked her. 

Her heart pounded in her chest as chills ran up her body. Her stomach twisted into knots as her head felt like it was spinning. Her vision returned and what she saw caused her to shout in alarm.

Women who were colored from head to toe in pure glowing white surrounded her. They closed in and she could feel their cold hands rub over her back and face. The man ignored them and continued his grunting and thrusting as the strange ghostly women began to lower one at a time and kiss on her back and neck. Their kisses felt... good.

"What's happening," she asked as the women's kisses worked their way down her back. She could feel their cold, electric kisses worked down to her burning asshole and wet it. 

She was surprised by a moan as one of the ghost's kisses touched her pussy. It felt familiar. The tongue flicked at just the right spot and Melanie cried in pleasure as she orgasmed. The way the strange woman was tasting her...



"Jackie," Melanie asked, twisting her body around to look behind her. The man had released his hold on her back as he held a hand over each of her ass cheeks and pounded furiously into her ass. 

A pale woman floated from behind her and Melanie's eyes watered as she recognized her. Jackie eyed her with an expression of sorrow as she floated up against her body and pressed her lips to hers. Melanie cried as she felt the last of her drain away. 

The man shouted from behind her and she could feel hot goo shoot into her ass. Jackie floated forward and pressed her lips to hers once more and cold hands surrounded her entire body. Electric pulses spread over her entire being as coldness spread. Soon there were no more signs of heat from either her body nor her soul. 

The ghosts pulled back and Melanie floated up. She looked around at the others and then toward the man. He smiled at her and she knew. She knew that he had her. He owned her. She felt who she had been but it was in the depths of who she was now. She looked at Jackie, who was now floating away from her. She knew that Jackie used to be something but as the memories of her warmth faded, so to did the knowledge of what she had once loved.



Voices caught Rebecca's attention and she quickly dropped to a crouch as she moved to see who might be speaking. She hoped dearly that it would be someone from her group but she didn't want to take any chances.

"He's out of control," a woman's voice said as Rebecca got close enough to make out words. She stopped behind a wide bush and peaked around the side to see the demonic woman from the previous night talking to another demonic woman. 

"How many of them are there," Rebecca wondered but made no noise as she watched. 

Behind the woman from the previous night stood three women. They were the ones taken by that devil! Lucy, Daisy, and Dixie. What were they doing here? Was there a way that Rebecca could save them? 

"I knew this would happen," the other demon stated. She was beautiful. Her muscular body held enough curves to make any man desire her but her red skin shined to show her muscular form perfectly. She would be able to put up a fight with almost any man. The new demon's wings were longer than the first and she was covered from head to toe with tattoos that seemed to glow.

"He was going to rape these women," the first demon explained. Rebecca's heart began to pound at the news. What in the hell was happening on this island? "I thought he was going to kill me for a second. I think that he still might."

"He would have had me killed if it wasn't for your interference," the new demon stated dryly. "I don't know why this is suddenly a shock to you that he would consider doing the same to you."

"I'm his wife, Riggan," Riggan, that must be the new demon's name, turned her stance and stared off in thought. "I didn't think he would turn on me like this."

"The power is absorbing his soul," Riggan explained after a moment. "He hasn't fed on energy and the power within him turns on itself. He isn't your husband anymore, Eliza."

"What can I do to stop it," Eliza, Rebecca remembered the man introducing his wife by name now, asked Riggan in a pleading tone.

"The damage that has been done cannot be undone," Riggan explained sorrowfully. She placed a hand on Eliza's shoulder and frowned. "He must be stopped before he destroys all that I have worked so hard to build."

Eliza stood in silence for a long moment. Her eyes flashed from sorrow to anger and finally stopped at resignment. 

"How can we stop him," Eliza asked with a set jaw.

"I see that one of those women is a virgin," Riggan said after a moment. "That can prove to be useful"

Riggan's back stood stiff and she turned to look directly at the bush Rebecca was hiding behind. Her wings spread and she took flight toward Rebecca so quickly that the woman hadn't had time to even start to run. 



Rebecca felt the woman's hands grasp her by the shoulders and turned her to stare in her eyes. 

"She hasn't been taken," Riggan said after a few seconds and visually relaxed. 

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[JEMMA]

"Come here woman," Eliza said calmly. "We won't hurt you."

Rebecca stepped toward Eliza and the other woman as Riggan followed behind her. She looked to each of the women to see that they were smiling at her. Eliza gave her an apologetic look before turning her attention back to Riggan.

"I can't let these poor women go back to that castle with Kyle being the way he is," Eliza stated firmly. "He could kill them."

"We don't need to bring them back there," Riggan agreed. "We do need another man though."

Both demons turned to look at Rebecca. She shied away from their gaze but tried to hold her ground. The other three from her group seemed comfortable enough around them. Maybe she was safe... Maybe.

"How many men are with you," Riggan asked, urgency in her voice.

"None," Rebecca answered honestly. "We were attacked by those monsters last night and I got separated from the group."

"How many were with you before you got separated," Eliza asked, stepping up beside Riggan.

"Four," Rebecca answered after a moment of counting those she remembered. "But one was dying. I'm sure he's dead now after the attack. So, a possible three at the moment."

"So," Riggan began, placing a finger to her lips in thought. "Three potential men on the island."

"Potential for what," Rebecca was surprised she found enough courage to ask. She wasn't sure she wanted the answer to that question. She still wasn't sure of the intentions of these women. 

"I'm going to turn one into a weapon to fight off the corruption," Riggan answered after a moment of silence. "They will retain their will. They will gain strength and abilities."

"Will they go insane like this Kyle has," Rebecca asked. Her confidence growing. 

"Kyle has lost who he once was due to his arrogance," Riggan explained. "He exiled me due to a lack of trust. That might be partially my fault. I never felt it necessary to explain my every move but he began to feel like a puppet under my strings and I lashed out with my own arrogance when he confronted me about it. I could have kept him with enough energy to make it through this drought but he sentenced me to death. Eliza alone stopped my execution and took hid me in the forest so Kyle would be none the wiser. As long as the one we make fight Kyle keeps me around, he will not fall to the same fate. I will not make the same mistake twice."

Rebecca stared at Riggan in amazement. Was all this really happening? Were these demonic women just playing some kind of game on her? She looked at the three women from her group once more and studied them. They looked to each other and then to her and nodded. Rebecca sighed and looked to Riggan and Eliza.

"I can show you where we were when I split from the group."

Kyle soared through the sky as he scanned the forest below him. Two auras had shone for a brief moment as his power winked in and out. He needed energy. He had to feed. There were survivors nearby. He could feel them. 

His power winked back in just long enough for him to see where the two were. He swooped down and crashed through the trees to land directly in front of them. Pieces of the tree branches splintering around him as he landed.

"Run," a man shouted as he stood in front of the brunette woman. It was the man that Kyle had sent Leah to heal the night before. That was another one of his mistakes. No men should live on the island. Kyle had to be the only one. 

The woman shouted something at the man but Kyle didn't bother to listen. The man had to die. He would drain the woman after.

"Janet," the man shouted as he stepped back from Kyle. His eyes were a mixture of hate and fright. "You need to go now!"

Kyle took a long step to close the ground between him and the man. He looked into the man's eyes and anger worked into fuel for his muscles as he clenched his hands into fists. He swung as hard as he could, clipping his right fist against the man's head. A meaty thud sound shot out from the tiny moment of silence and the man's body twisted over in a mangled summersault. He looked down at the man's crumpled body as it twitched. He had broken his neck in one punch. These humans were pathetic. 

"Jeff," the woman...Janet cried in horror as she watched the man's motions slow as his body finally decided it was dead. Kyle stepped toward her and she turned to run.

Any other time, Kyle would have enjoyed the chase. He would have seen it as a game. This wasn't any other time though. He spread his wings and dashed forward catching Janet and pulling her into the air as he lifted above the forest tops again.

Janet screamed and swung her arms until she looked down to see how fast they had risen into the air. Suddenly she held onto him with all her strength. He could feel her inner thighs rubbing against his cock and felt the blood rush into him, causing him to become fully erect while she hung on to him.

He held one arm around her back while grasping her ass with the other hand. She squirmed but didn't fight him as he pushed her down onto the head of his massive shaft. He could hear her scream over the sounds of the wind as he penetrated her deeply with one heavy shove. He could feel his massive rod pushed into the woman's womb and spread her pussy apart as it pulsed within her. 



He worked the woman as a puppet as he pulled at her energy as hard and fast as he was able to do so. It was so sweet! It absorbed into him. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his power sent pulses of pleasure into her. Her legs dangled in the air as he used her as a puppet to jerk off into. 



"I'm cumming," she cried out as he pulled every single last drop of her energy from her. He normally would stop once so much had been pulled and allowed her to regain for a week or so but his hunger wasn't satisfied as of yet. He wanted all of her. He pulled further and she screamed as he pulled the rest out. 



Janet's eyes glazed over as her body fell limp. No more energy left within her core. She was of no use to him anymore. Kyle pulled her off of him and dropped her as he turned his body and shifted his direction to the south. The woman's form disappeared in the trees below him as she crashed to the ground. 

Janet was no more.

Adam peaked into the window of one of the houses inside the village. A woman stood in a room and dug through a dresser. He watched her back as she busily searched for something. The woman's complexion was dark and her hair was black. Her form was tall but with curves. She wore a short yellow sundress and he thought he could hear humming from inside. 

She lifted her head and turned quickly. He ducked out of view but wasn't sure if he had moved in time. Had she seen him? Who was she?

Sheri looked at him with a face that suggested her question. 

"Someone is inside," Adam whispered. "A woman."

"There are others here," Sheri asked with shock on her face. "Other survivors?"

"You never thought that other survivors could be a possibility," Adam asked. 

"I guess it never crossed my mind," Sheri admitted with a shrug. "The tribe suggested every survivor would be killed or turned."

"I guess they didn't know everything," Adam stated dryly. 

"It's only me," a woman's voice called from behind them. Adam jumped and cursed himself for forgetting where he was. That was unlike him. "The others were killed."

Adam stood up and turned to see the tall and dark woman standing by the corner of the house with her arms crossed beneath her breasts. 

"I'm sorry," Adam finally said. "We can't be too careful."

"Apparently you can't be careful enough," the woman said with a raised eyebrow. "Anyway, my name's Jasmine."

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[JEMMA]

Episode Eleven, Not Enough

The songs of the birds ended as if nature hit some mystical mute button. Jenna was suddenly very aware of her and Johnny's footsteps snapping sticks and crunching leaves as they walked down the hill. They looked at each other and both knew something was coming.

Jenna turned and looked back the way they had come from. They now stood at a clearing on flat ground just below the rolling hills of the forest. She tried to steady her heavy breathing from the last couple hours of non-stop hiking. Johnny walked a bit further and made a noise to catch her attention where he eventually stopped. She turned to see Johnny bent down and looking over something. 

As Jenna stepped closer to him, she noticed the ground cut off to a fifty or so foot drop. As she neared Johnny, she peered over the edge and found large rocks below them that took on the appearance of spikes awaiting a poor misstep from someone above.

"Something's coming," Jenna told Johnny. He nodded, for he had the same feeling. Usually, when nature itself silenced in fear, something terrible was on its way. "We need to find somewhere to hide."

"Where," Johnny asked, looking at her with a sober expression. "We are at a dead end here."

She stood up and looked around. The clearing stretched across the cliff on both sides for as far as she could see. The cover of the forest was the only possible place to hide from what she could tell, and the cover of the forest hadn't proved useful ever with the strange and monstrous creatures that inhabited this place.

Before she could make her mind up on what to do next, Jenna jumped in fright as the large muscular demon male landed twenty or so feet from them. His landing created a small crater in the ground where he landed. He stood up straight and looked directly at her.

"I will not make promises of peace," the demon said in a low and booming voice. "I will not patronize you with lies of respect either. I will give it to you straight. I am merely here to feed off of you."

Jenna looked to Johnny as panic took control of her. She wanted to run. She wanted to fight. She wanted to do something! Her body was frozen in fear and she knew all she could do was stand where she was and wait for what was to come. He would feed off of her how? 

Johnny growled in anger and ran straight for the demon. Jenna wanted to scream for him to stop. She wanted to tell him that his attack would be suicide but the same fear that held her feet in place also stopped her from shouting out. 

Johnny rolled as soon as he got within arm's length of the demon, narrowly dodging an attack from its massive fists. Johnny leaped up and wrapped his arm around the demon's neck. She could see Johnny's face turning red as he squeezed with all his strength. It wasn't enough. The demon made a noise that Jenna thought must have been a laugh. The monster then reached over its head and grabbed Johnny. 

Johnny screamed in rage as the demon pulled him over its head and stared at him while holding his dangling body straight from him. 

"Pathetic," the demon stated. "You are of no worth to me."

The demon stepped toward Jenna, still holding Johnny. It stared into her eyes and she felt a numbness wash down her spine. She watched the muscles shift and move with its movements shining in the sunlight as it approached. Its large penis swung from side to side as it closed the last few feet. 

"It's time for you and me to get to know each other a bit better," it whispered to her. 

"Let him go," she managed to say, though her voice was so faint that she wasn't sure if he had heard her at first. "Please. I will give myself to you, monster. Just let him go."

"Very well," the demon agreed with a smile. "You must call me Kyle for these last few moments we know each other."

"Ok, Kyle," she whispered, her eyes locked to his. 

"Goodbye," Kyle said casually to the man before tossing him behind her. She could hear his scream fade and a meaty thud following. He tossed Johnny over the cliff as if he were trash to be discarded. Johnny was dead? Jenna wanted to cry but another desire prioritized every other. 

Kyle didn't say anything to her. He just locked his piercing white eyes with hers and she felt her body tingling with anticipation. She wanted him. She needed him. This was it. This was her everything. She knew this would be her last moments in her body but something inside her didn't care. There would be more. First, there would be pleasure.



Jenna dropped to her knees, the grass tickling her legs as she stared at the swinging cock in from of her face. She leaned forward and felt the soft skin on her parted lips. Allowing her tongue to slip out, she tasted the salty flesh and felt it thicken just before it lifted above her in a full erection. She looked up from under the base of his dick and lifted her body up enough to slide her tongue under his balls.



Her heart began to race as she climbed her mouth and tongue in a dance up the shaft until she found the tip of the mushroom head. The sweet and salty flavor of his pre-cum touched her tongue and she took a moment to swallow it. Her clit began to swell and she could feel the juices from her pussy drip down her inner thighs.

"Take it," he purred to her in a low rumble.

She parted her lips further and slid her head down, filling her mouth with his girth. She wanted to please him. She could still see half of his rod exposed to the air and knew her entire mouth wouldn't be enough. Pushing forward, Jenna relaxed her throat and felt it open as his cock pushed down her throat. 

His heart beat at a slow pace against her throat. This caused Jenna to realize that her work wasn't enough to excite him. He was used to getting his way. Taking him down her throat wouldn't be anything special to her and so she pulled back. She allowed his penis to fall from her lips and rest on her chin as she looked up in his glorious eyes. 

What would someone as wonderful and powerful as this demon want that she could give that was special? Something that others hadn't done or least hadn't done as well as she could.

"Please lay down," Jenna whispered up at him. "I will make me worth your love."



A mixture of anger at herself for succumbing to his magical pull and desire to please him fought with each other. Her actions followed the former, though she hated herself for it. She would please this demon and she would no longer be Jenna when done. She didn't care and cared about nothing else all at the same time.



Kyle nodded and lied on his back. She sat on his knees for a moment staring up his body. His massive cock bounced to the rhythm of his heart as the sun shined off of his body, showing every muscle up his stomach and chest. His black horns seemed to absorb the light, causing a strange illusion of shadow across his face as he waited for what she would do. 



Wasting no more time, Jenna scooted up his legs until she could feel the back of his cock pulsating under her wet cunt. She wanted him inside of her but knew that wouldn't be enough. She would have to go another step. She would have to sacrifice something of herself to please this superior being. She had to hurt.



Rising up on her knees, she reached down and gently lifted his rod with the tips of her fingers until it was sticking straight up to her. She lowered her body and felt the head of his cock press against her asshole. She knew the size of his shaft would cause her great pain but knew it would also cause her great pleasure. He would enjoy this. He surely had fucked others in the ass before but this would be special. She would make it special.



She lowered her body more and more until her asshole opened enough to accept the head of his cock inside. A jolt of pain shot up her insides and she stifled a cry through gritted teeth. His eyes didn't change. As she thought, this was nothing new to him... yet.

Lowering her body, Jenna let out a continuous cry as the walls of her tight ass burned and spread for his girth. The pain was almost unbearable. It felt like she would split in half but she kept going. She wouldn't dare stop now. Soon she felt her asscheeks rest on his hips as his heartbeat pulsed inside of her.



He locked his eyes to hers and smiled as she blinked her tears away. He was so large! She was afraid to move. He reached up to grab her by the hips but she pushed his hands away.

"Please," she begged. Her voice was shakier than she had expected. "Just lay back and enjoy."

He placed his hands back down to the ground and watched. She leaned down, feeling her ass rise a bit from the base of his cock, and flicked her tongue over one of his nipples. She rose her hips up, feeling her asshole burn more as his throbbing dick slid further out. Pinching his nipples between her teeth, Jenna thrust her hips down as hard as she could, bracing herself for the pain. 

The flesh around his nipples darkened in spots by the tears falling from her eyes as she continued the motion of rising and falling with her hips. He let out a groan of satisfaction as she felt his girth grow even larger, causing the pain to rise. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. She was afraid that the pain would cause her to pass out.

To Jenna's surprise, the pain began to subside, being replaced by a pleasure unlike any she had ever felt. Riding him while his cock dove deep into her tight asshole wasn't enough to make her special though and she knew it. He was beginning to enjoy what she was doing and therefore knew she was on the right path.

"Does my ass please you," she asked, raising her head up from his chest. "I want to please you. I want to be special to you."

"You are very special to me," Kyle said. Something in his eyes showed noncommitment to his words though. 

She forced her ass to clench around him as she started rising and dropping her hips once more, jerking his cock with her asshole as she moved. She tried to speak once more but found only cries of pleasure to escape her lips. She could feel her entire being pull and twist around this demon's will. He smiled down at her as her vision blurred from her tears. 

"You are very special to me," Kyle repeated with a bit more pleasure in his tone. 

He reached up and grabbed her hips once more and she didn't say anything this time. Her end as Jenna was close and her body was working itself into an orgasm unlike any that she had ever felt before. It was like the calm before a great storm. A mountain before the eruption from within. She was filled with ecstasy.

Flesh slapping flesh wrang out as his cock crashed into her ass at a speed faster than no mere human would be able to replicate. The burn mixed with beautiful, pulsating, riveting pleasure and Jenna wanted it to never end. 



Her mouth opened wide as she arched her back and stared at the sky. She could strong jets of hot cum shoot from his cock and her body began to convulse as the greatest feeling that she had ever even dreamed of experienced rushed through her. Sparks flashed in her vision as her pussy exploded juices over his body, splashing back up at her from his quick thrusts. He grunted and slowed his pumping until he lied still below her.

A glorious numb washed over her and she lied down on his body as her ass felt emptier. His cock flopped from her gaping asshole and fell over on his lap as she felt his cum pour from the hole. Her vision grew dark and she knew that he had taken everything that she had to offer.

"I lied," he whispered into her ear. She tried to look up at him but lacked the strength. She could no longer see, and just before her hearing left he finished. "There is nothing special about you."

Jenna's thoughts muddied and died before any remorse, sadness or anger could take hold within her. 



Jenna was gone.

And she truly was no longer special.

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[JustANewbie]

Thanks so much for sharing this nice story, camping here for more updates.

[Platinumtiger]

Great share TS, please keep going... !

[JEMMA]

Jasmine was quite beautiful. Her dark skin held a great complexion as the sun, splintered from the dirty window, shined through in tiny rays and bounced off her from her long legs to her dark brown eyes. She smiled at Adam as though she could read his mind.

"So you've been here by yourself for over a year now," Sheri asked her. She shot Adam a quick glare as though she too could read his mind.

"Yes," Jasmine said as if talking about the weather. "I was with a few friends on a yacht when a storm hit us out of nowhere. We washed up on the shore. There was five of us at first."

"What happened to the others," Sheri asked.

"They were all men," Jasmine said, sounding as if that would be enough of an answer. When neither Adam nor Sheri showed they understood she went on. "Men don't last long here it seems. Kyle doesn't like competition. He takes the men somewhere that they are never seen again. I'm assuming they are killed but I have no proof of that."

"Kyle," Sheri asked, her eyes widening in shock. Did she know this Kyle?

"Yes," Jasmine said slowly. She was looking at Sheri with an executive expression. "You know him?"

"Could be coincident," Sheri answered with a shrug. She said nothing else and Adam knew that was all they would get from her on the matter. Sheri was a secretive woman and didn't seem to want to share much at all.

"Anyway," Jasmine stated, looking from Sheri to Adam. "I made a deal with him and he's been true to his word.

"What deal," Adam asked.

"I let him fuck me whenever he comes by and he has his monsters leave me food, drink, and essentials in return," Jasmine said, staring at Adam as if she was daring him to judge her. He, of course, didn't judge her for doing whatever she needed to do to survive alone on this island.



"How often does he stop by," Sheri asked. Her interest was obviously increased as she stepped closer to Jasmine.

"About once a week," Jasmine answered, leaning back on the dresser as she crossed her arms under her breasts. "His minions drop supplies off every night but Kyle only stops by about once a week."

"When was the last time he visited," Adam asked, suddenly on edge.

"Relax," Jasmine said with a sniff. "He was here only a couple of nights ago. He explained that it would be a bit before he was able to come back. He said he had other things going on that would take him away from me. I'm guessing you and your other friends are those things."

"I'm guessing you are right," Adam agreed as he walked to the dirty window and looked out. The forest edge looked peaceful but he felt like something was just out of sight. Something waiting to pounce on them. It had to be his mind playing tricks on him.

A loud boom sounded off from somewhere outside the other side of the small house and Adam spun to look out the open bedroom door and down the hallway. Jasmine's eyes shot open wide as stepped to look down the same hallway.

"He's here," Jasmine whispered, shock in her voice. She turned to look at them. "Climb out the window. Hurry!"

Adam pushed the window open and gestured for Sheri to approach him. She complied and he lifted her and threw her through. Sheri landed in a roll and crawled back to the outside wall, placing her back to it. Adam crawled through the window next and heard Jasmine start to pull it down before the loud voice of the demon called out, stopping her.

"Getting some fresh air," the voice asked. 

"Kyle," Jasmine said, trying to make her voice casual. "I thought you said you would be gone awhile."

"Things change," he said, his voice dripping with feigned pleasure. "I wanted to see you."

"You're sweet," she responded, her tone seeming to become more convincible calm. "I'm always glad to see you."

"Now we both lie," Kyle said with a chuckle. Adam wanted to rise up and peak through the window but he dared not take the chance. This Kyle might be too fixated on Jasmine to see them but he didn't want to take that chance.

He looked to Sheri. She was staring back at him with wide teary eyes. She did know him! How? Was this Kyle somehow the ex she spoke of?

"Kyle," Jasmine's voice sounded more frantic than before. "What are you talking about."

A thud against the window almost caused Adam to jump but he managed to hold himself together. Sounds of clothing ripping cut through the slight moment of silence that followed. Jasmine let out a quiet moan soon after.

"I need you," Kyle said. "I need more."

"You need more what," Jasmine's question ended in a cry. Adam couldn't tell if it was a cry of pleasure or shock. Maybe it was both.

"I need more," Kyle repeated. 

Sounds of wet flesh slapping together followed his answer and Jasmine's cry of shock slowly shifted to what had to be pleasure. She moaned loudly and Adam looked up to see her bare ass being pressed against the window glass. A giant red hand slid around her back and her cries of pleasure increased as the slapping sound increased.



Sheri hooked her thumb in a gesture for them to retreat but Adam knew if they were to run at that moment, Kyle would surely see them. He shook his head and looked back up. Jasmine was no longer in view and silence caused his heart to pound.

Suddenly Jasmine's head crashed into the window so hard that the glass cracked and a spiderweb pattern spread outward. She looked down at him. Drool fell from her bottom lip and she screamed out in pleasure as the glass webbed further.

Sheri began to back away, still crouched. Adam shook his head but she didn't pay attention to him. She made it to the corner of the house before standing up and sprinting down a cobblestone path toward the tree line. 

Kyle growled and Adam thought he would burst from the wall and give chase but Jasmine's screams of pleasure increased as shards of broken glass began falling from the window, landing on Adam's shoulder. A larger shard fell and made a small cut down his cheek and he slowly moved to the side to get far enough away from the falling glass so not to get cut more.

Jasmine's screams erupted into something so great that it sent chills down Adam's arms. Suddenly she made no noises and shortly after the slapping sounds ended as well. Kyle's voice groaned just before the sounds of a thud followed.

What in the hell was happening?

Adam waited. Silence scared him. He had no idea where Kyle was. He had no idea what was about to happen. He didn't like not knowing. 

A large blur exploded from the wall to his side, sending shards of wood and glass out like an explosion. He looked up to see a seven-foot-tall red-skinned demon with massive curving horns standing with his back to him. The monster stared directly where Sheri had run off to. Adam had to give her a chance. He just sat quietly and watch it chase her down. 

Adam grabbed the large shard of glass that had cut his face and held it tightly as if it were a dagger. His own blood ran down the palm of his hand but he didn't pay it any mind. He took a deep breath and calmed his thoughts. This wouldn't work out for him even with his combat training.

Adam stood up and swung his arm overhead and to the side as hard as he could, aiming the tip of the shard of glass directly to the side of the demon's neck. If this Kyle had anything close to human anatomy the glass would have easily severed an artery, and at first, he thought it had. 

Kyle froze in motion as blood gushed down his shoulder. He turned to face Adam and his expression was a mixture of calm and anger. This thing was not of sound mind. Adam had seen fellow soldiers with similar expressions on their faces as they had to deal with the truths of violence. Not the violence from stories but the cold hard truth of reality. He didn't think that was what this demon was going through but knew that it was struggling with something. 

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[JJMagic]

love this story! sure hoping there will be much more.

[JEMMA]

Kyle swung his leg out and Adam's breath left his body as he found himself flying through the air. He landed and rolled about ten feet from where he was standing and heard the demon stomping toward him at a jog. He tried to rise up to his feet but only managed to get to his hands and knees before another kick to his side sent him rolling across the ground once more. A sharp pain stabbed into his side and he knew that he had some broken ribs. 

Kyle picked him up and lifted him into the air before growling and throwing him through the air. Adam landed into the side of a large tree, knocking his breath from him. Something collapsed within him and he knew that there was no way of surviving this battle. 

Not much of a battle, Adam thought as he lied on his side and watched Kyle stomp toward him once more and swing his leg out into another kick. Adam flew further into the forest and heard something below him crack and groan. Kyle was stomping toward him again with a look of pure hatred on his face. The wound in the demon's neck had completely healed over.

Kyle had picked up a log from the ground and held it above his head. He swung it down and Adam felt the weight of it crash into him right before the ground he was lying on gave out and he fell into a dark pit. Mud splashed over him as he was swallowed by the shadows. A large hole shined a beam of light down on him and he watched as Kyle's head drifted into view from above. The demon snorted and then was gone. 

Adam had done what he could to help Sheri. He tried to set up but the pain of movement was too much. He was broken in many places. His insides were ruptured and his head hurt with every pound of his heartbeat. 

He knew he was going to die.

Sheri ran as hard as she could. She didn't look back. That fool Adam had tried to attack Kyle. She knew he would have. She knew if she ran, Adam would try to be some kind of hero and buy her time. The fool deserved his fate but she had to stay alive. She had to discover the truth of this place. 

That was Kyle! She didn't believe it at first. She thought maybe it was just a coincident that the demon shared the name of her ex-lover. She was wrong. She knew she was wrong as soon as she heard his booming voice. The accents were exactly the same. That excited her at the exact same time as it frightened her. 

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't see the strange nude man that had stepped in her path and crashed into him. Pushing herself back, Sheri got a better look at the man. He was pale and had a toothy grin and an expression that showed every possible emotion at once. He laughed a wheezing laugh at her as he stood up and walked toward her. He stroked his erection, seeming to not even notice what he was doing as he was totally fixated on her at the moment.

"My pretty Sheri," he said. Every word rising and falling as he spoke. She narrowed her eyes and recognized him.

"Sam," she asked, pushing herself up to her feet. "What in the fuck has happened to you?!"

Sam snorted and laughed as he continued his slow pace toward her. His free hand reaching out as if he were stroking her hair, though he was still too far to be able to touch her.

"You are mine," he said in that strange voice. "My pretty Sheri."

"Sam," Sheri said, her voice shaking more than she expected. "What's happening?"

Sam increased his steps and stood face to face with her before she was able to step back further. He hooked his arm around her back and pulled her close to him. She could feel his cock under her dress as he began rubbing it against her inner thigh. She placed a hand against his chest and tried to push him back but his strength was too much. Moisture from his pre-cum stuck to her thigh as he continued to push himself up and down her smooth flesh.



"My pretty Sheri," he whispered. His eyes flashed with pure delight as he leaned close and smelled her hair. "You will give yourself to me, yes?"

Sheri could hear a thunderous stomping behind her and looked back to see Kyle running toward them. She looked back to see Sam licking his lips as he lifted the bottom of her dress and looked down at her shaved pussy.



"I need more," Kyle shouted as he crashed through a tree with his shoulder so hard that the side of the tree exploded into splinters and it fell over, crashing onto the ground behind him. 

Sam growled at Kyle just before he was sent flying through the air from the great demon's uppercut. Kyle pulled his hand back and Sheri noticed steam rising from his fist where he had punched the crazy man. The stun of his burn didn't last long though, for Kyle was staring directly into her eyes.

She felt a sudden need to please the man that she had pleased so many times before. Although he was much, much larger than he had been when he was human, Sheri could still see many similarities of the old Kyle in this demon's form. The way his eyebrows slowly narrowed was the same as the old Kyle. The way he stroked her cheeks. Did he remember her?

"Sheri," he asked, a brief moment of humanity drifted into his face just before he shook his head and was back to the crazed demon. "I need more."

Her stomach started to twist into knots as she anticipated having sex with her old lover. He was an excellent partner before and she just knew that he was going to be ten times better now. She felt her dress lift up as the soft flesh of his dick pressed against her stomach. 



"I'll give you more," she promised as she rose on her toes and pressed her mouth to his. She gasped as one of his hands cupped her ass and lifted her in the air and plunged a finger in her wet pussy.



"She's my pretty," Sam's voice screamed from behind her. 

Kyle released her and Sheri turned to see the crazed Sam leaping through the air. His leap took him over her as she ducked and he crashed into Kyle, sending the two rolling into the clearing, smoke rising from Kyle's chest where Sam had his hands.

"What are you," Kyle shouted as he backhanded the man so hard that he rolled away and crashed into the side of a house.

"I am Sam," Sam shouted in a high pitched screech as he ran on all fours like a rabid wolf. He leaped once more and dug his fingernails into Kyle's face. Kyle's flesh sizzled as smoke billowed up into the air causing the demon to scream in pain.

Sam fell from Kyle and turned to see Sheri, who hadn't moved from where she had been standing. She wanted to go to Kyle. She knew that would lead to her being drained of all that made her who she was but she didn't care. She wanted him. She began to step toward Kyle and felt Sam crash into her, knocking her onto her side. Sam pulled the bottom of her dress so hard that she heard it rip up the side. 

"My pretty," Sam whispered quickly. "Don't worry, my pretty. Sam will make you his. Sam will make you only his."

She opened her mouth in a silent scream as Sam's cock plunged into her cunt all at once. Surging energy shot up her spine as the crazed man held his upper body up by pushing down on the side of her hip. He slid his dick in and out of her over and over again. She felt cold spreading, electricity jolting, and darkness rushing through her all at once.



"Get off of her," Kyle shouted as he covered half of his face with a hand. He ran toward them with his free hand outstretched. "I need more!"

Kyle dropped to his knees by her head, seeming afraid to touch Sam. He grabbed her face and pushed his cock into her mouth so hard and fast that he instantly slid down her throat, causing her to gag.

"Mine," Sam growled as his thrusts sped up.

"No," Kyle shouted back.



Sheri could feel a struggle within her as the two forces pulled and pushed in a fight to control her. Her heart pounded and her pussy twitched with the pleasure. She could feel something in her soul turning and twisting as the cold and electric flashes continued to cover those same swirls of her being. 



Kyle's massive cock slid in and out of her throat harder and harder as Sam's dick pounded in and out rapidly. The two men stopped speaking at all, so locked in their internal battle as they were. Sheri found her body reaching close to its climax. She had never been so excited before in her life. She had never felt so great in her life.



Her body erupted in a series of jerks as her screams of pleasure were stopped by the massive cock in her throat. Sam was the first to scream as she felt his cum fill her womb but Kyle's scream followed soon after. She felt long hot jets of his cum blast down her throat as he held her head tightly. The two fell back from her and she coughed cum from her mouth as she felt more dripping down her thigh.



Her soul swirled within her in a struggle. It seemed confused. It didn't know where to go. There were places it could go, she knew. She knew that the two options held equal rights to her and therefore, her soul spun in confusion. Her body continued to jerk in her orgasm as her soul shifted and finally rose from her. She left her body for a moment and looked down at herself. She watched her body jerked and scream in pleasure just before vanishing. Now she was complete once more. Something began pulling at her. She rose higher and higher until Kyle and Sam were no longer visible. The entire island was within her view. Something above her caught her attention and she looked up to see a hole in the sky that she knew only she could see. It was pulling at her. There was no escape. Did she even want to escape?



She reached out and touched the hole. It pulled at her harder. It beckoned her. She smiled and slipped through.





Adam coughed as warm blood ran down his cheek from the side of his mouth. This was it. The last moments of his life. He never would have guessed that this would have been how he died. It was almost enough to laugh.

"Down here," a voice echoed off the stone walls of the small pit and Adam opened his eyes to see a woman looking down at him from above. He thought he recognized her.

With the most difficult effort he had ever had in his entire life, Adam forced his lungs to work enough air to say a name.

"Rebecca?"




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[JEMMA]

Episode Twelve, The Conclusion

Loss can do strange things to those with the free will of thought and actions. Loss can drift a solid foundation of ideas and blur the lines of what was once very clearly right and wrong. The object of loss doesn't always matter. The loss of something foreign to one could have the same impact to another that could equate to the death of a loved one to someone else. Physical, mental, objective and subjective losses can tear a mind and soul down quicker than a mortal wound. 

Losses filled the small magical island covered primarily by forest. All sides, thoughts, and beings suffered in one way or another from loss. Sanity, courage, physical strength, and the will to go on were just some of the results of such losses at that moment.

Kyle, half his face disfigured by burns and his brain corrupted with gluttony so fierce that his past logical brain was nowhere to be found, chased down Daisy. Daisy, grief-stricken and frightened by her situation so greatly that her will to fight back waned to the point of her wanting to just lie down and give up, ran and dodged the great demon's advances toward her.

Eliza, anger swelled so greatly within her from the loss of her once kind and logical husband lashed out at the one she used to love in an attempt to end the life of the very man she would have sacrificed everything to save just a few weeks prior. She leaped through the air and took hold of the great demon, using all her body weight and strength from her finely toned muscles to pull him to the ground.

The man that had lost his soul struggled just a few hundred yards from the scuffle as he gripped a nearby tree so tightly that chunks of the hard bark crumbled under his fierce grasp. He cried to himself for the loss of the one woman that he had once cherished when alive. He had wanted to win her heart but the insanity of what he had become ruined it. He growled to himself and wanted to end his own life but he wasn't the only one to blame. He hated the great demon just as much as he hated himself. The demon would have to die first. His love was lost to him forever, and he would make all who had a part of that loss pay. Including himself.

Below the struggling great demon, a frightened woman and angry wife lied a man who had lost his confidence to fight. Adam felt his life drift from him and excepted that loss. He watched those around him but his usual desire to protect those around him had left with his loss of physical strength. The great demon had shown him just how weak he truly was. He was only human and for the first time in his life; being human wasn't enough.

The ancient demon knelt to the side of the dying man. She looked down at the last hope she had to fulfill her desires to regain her control over the very lands she had built. Riggan's hands lightly lay upon the chest of the dying man as her heart felt empty from the impending doom of everything she had worked for. She felt the loss of her sister, who was far away and locked in a prison. She felt the loss of her island, which held within it a piece of her very soul. She felt the loss of time and energy that she had given to raise the great demon that fought directly above her.

Dixie sighed from the stone wall within the pit as she watched Adam's dying body. She had lost the very courage that made her unique. Always being smaller than other women, Dixie had always made up for her petite stature with a personality to match that of even the great demon. Her personality had shied to match her size when the great demon had shown her just how useless such pretentions were. With a heavy heart, Dixie slid her back down the stone as she collapsed into a sitting position and waited for everything to end.

Only a few nights ago, Lucy had turned eighteen. She had her entire life ahead of her and was excited to start things anew with college, friends, and goals. All of that glorious mystery that had laid in front of her was wiped away when she found herself trapped on the island. She watched as Adam breathed his dying ragged breaths and wiped a tear from her eyes. This was it for her. No more mystery. She knew the end. She would not have that life as she had so desired. She would not meet new people. She would die to a monster. The monster that would end up killing her didn't matter, for they were all the same to her. 

Rebecca had run into the depths of the forest once the fight with the great demon broke out for she thought she had caught a glimpse of her mother. Rebecca had lost much when she had stepped into her husband's office to find him with another woman. She never thought that she would be the woman to be in that kind of marriage. She blamed herself for not seeing the signs earlier. She blamed herself for not being enough for him. He had been a good man. The actions that he had taken were not his fault. She had made him do it. Her throat hurt from her screams for her mother. She couldn't handle any more loss. Her mother and aunt were the only people that were holding her together. She didn't like admitting to herself that she was as weak as she was but couldn't deny it any longer. Her mother was out there and close. She had seen her. She knew it.

*****

"Adam," the beautiful demonic woman whispered at him from his side. He rolled his head and looked into her glowing eyes. She curled her lips into a small smile before continuing. "It doesn't have to be over. I can help you but you have to know something. It will... change you."

Adam tried to work the air from his lungs to speak but the pain was too great and he gave up. What could she possibly do? He was dying. He had seen this many times before with friends. He could feel the rest of his strength slowly seeping out of him with every second. His chest hurt with every shallow breath. 

"Just nod your head," the demon said in a pleading tone. "Wiggle your fingers, blink multiple times. Do something to show me that you accept my offer."

Adam thought about the offer. What would change about him? Would he turn into one of those bull-headed monsters? Would he turn into something else? Would his thoughts be the same? If it changed who he was inside, was it really him that was being saved? He heard shuffling feet and rolled his head to see someone rising from the floor of the pit. 

Dixie was walking toward him with shock painted on her face.

"You can save him," she asked. She truly was beautiful. He respected her bravery. He didn't realize it at the time but he now admitted to himself that it had broken his heart to see her keep her distance from him when he had returned and stabbed that coward after saving her friends. 

"Not unless he accepts it," the demon answered, not looking away from him. He rolled his head back over to look at her. "He won't retain his free will if I force the change."

Free will? He would keep who he was? Then how would he change?

"Blink, Adam," Dixie begged. He could feel her hands press down on his arm and pain shot through his arm and shoulder. He kept his eyes locked to the demon and began blinking as fast as he could.

"That's good enough," the demon said, her face lighting with a mile. 

The demon stood up and let the long robe she wore slide down her back to reveal her naked body. Her bright red skin was covered in swirling black tattoos that glowed in the darkness of the pit. She reached down and he grunted in pain as she pulled his pants down. Once he felt the cold air of the small cavern touch his penis, the pain stopped as she closed her eyes and began chanting something in a language too complex for human tongue.

"What are you doing," Dixie's voice called from his side.

"Healing him," the beautiful demon said as she opened her eyes and looked down. Her gaze seemed to pierce into his soul and he felt his cock cover in warmth as she sat down on him. He hadn't even realized that he had an erection. He wasn't even sure if any of his body still worked at all but he felt his lungs fill up with sweet air and let out a moan of pleasure.



Strength began to return to various parts of his body at different times as the demon gently rose up and drifted down. Her cunt seemed to be sucking at his cock as she continued her magical ride. Something inside of him that wasn't quite physical serged from within and a sense that no words could ever explain was born. He could feel the demon's soul. He could feel the missing piece that she had given away. He didn't know where the piece was, only that it was a gift and the loss had never truly mended.

His body grew and his muscles tightened as they bulged. He could feel the demon's slit tighten around him and it took him a moment to realize that his girth was expanding to match his new size. Something thick and warm rolled down his temples and he rose his hands up to feel two hard horns piercing out of his forehead and curling upwards. His vision changed and the shadows of the cavern disappeared as Lucy and Dixie began to glow as if they were angels.

The demon's tattoos shined so brightly that Adam almost had to cover his eyes from the light. She floated up and down just as gracefully as before but the speed was increasing as she whispered moans that took on more gravity. 



He felt something touch his hand and looked to his side to see Dixie, her hand placed within his. He squeezed her and smiled as he felt a ball of energy build up and tighten around his cock. He looked down to see the magical pull of the demon's orgasm begging him for his cum. His balls began to swell and he knew it wouldn't be long until he granted her power its wish.

"Finish the ritual," the demon said, her voice sweet and soft.

He looked down at the power and released his cum with a series of long, hot, and powerful blasts. The demon bit her lower lip and her wings stretched out from behind her back as she sat up straight. Her glowing tattoos seemed to explode in a light so bright that it took his vision from him for a moment. He blinked away the spots until he was able to see her once more.



The demon sat atop him and smiled as he felt her pussy pulse and suck up every last drop of his semen. Once she seemed satisfied that her cunt had drunk up all of him, she rose off of him and lightly landed on knees to his side once more. 

"You are magnificent," the demon whispered in delight.

"Is that how the demon above was made," Dixie asked from his other side. 

"What are you talking about," Adam asked as he sat up and looked down. His eyes widened in shock.

His skin was dark blue! His deflating penis was lying over his leg and had tripled in length and width. He looked at his hands for the first time, for he hadn't really paid attention when he was holding Dixie's hand, and seen long fingers that ended in sharp points. He flicked his tongue over his teeth and felt the sharpness of his canines.

"What am I," he asked as he looked back to the demon.

"You are our savior," she said happily before looking up to the brightness where the hole led back to the surface.

[JEMMA]

Sam blinked as the echoing laughter in his brain grew so loud that he couldn't hear anything else. He growled but couldn't even hear that.

"Shut up," he screamed as loudly as he could. Although he didn't hear his own voice, the laughter hushed to a whisper after and the sounds of a woman screaming caught his attention. He turned and looked passed some trees in the distance to find a young blonde woman running in long strides up the hill. 

"Get her," a voice chimed in his head. Other voices followed after. "Get her." "Get the pretty" "Get" "Pretty"

Sam shook the annoying voices from his thoughts and stepped forward. Each step increased until he found himself running up the hill and gaining ground on the shouting woman quickly.

"Mom," she was screaming as she ran. Her voice was cut short with gasps of breath as she ran as hard as she could. "Stop!"

Another woman, older than the running one, stood at the top of the hill and looked down at the younger one got closer. Sam cocked his head to the side as he spotted a knife in the older woman's hand. What was she going to do?

"Mom," the younger woman shouted again. She stopped a few feet from the older woman and held her arms out as if she were going to embrace the would-be-assassin in a hug.

And he thought he was the crazy one.

The older woman stepped forward and jabbed her knife-hand forward. The younger woman stood with her arms still out wide and gasped. The older woman released the knife and stared into her daughter's eyes. 

The voices in Sam's head urged him forward but he ignored them. He stood a few feet below them on the hill and watched as the younger woman curled her weakening arms around the older woman in a hug. Even Though the mother had stabbed her and was obviously not of sound mind, the daughter loved her anyway. 

If Sam held any more humanity than he had within him, he would have found the sight touching. He didn't. The laughing voices wouldn't allow such a thing. Sam quirked his lips into an evil smile as the younger woman released her grasp and fell back. He stepped to the side as the daughter slid down the hill on her back. He looked up at the mother and his smile grew.

She stared blankly straight ahead and mostly showed no humanity. Mostly. Only a single tear rolling from the corner of her eye betrayed her. There was still something of herself inside her. Sam stepped up the hill and laughed as he ran his hand up the woman's stomach, feeling her muscles as she breathed in and out.

The woman didn't look at him as he rubbed a finger over her nipple, watching as it perked erect to his touch. He stared into her blank eyes as he rubbed the same hand down her stomach and slid his fingers between her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet. 

Sam swept one arm behind her back and the other behind her knees and picked her up. She gave no resistance as he carried her down the hill to lay her down next to her daughter, who was still breathing. He stared at both women. The mother lying completely still and the daughter holding her hand around the knife in her stomach and breathing hard.

An idea came to Sam. He could cure the daughter. He didn't know how he knew but maybe even a monster like him could do something good from time to time. With a nod, Sam bent down.

He placed the mother's hand on the daughter's stomach and lied down on top of her. The daughter looked over at him as he pushed her mother's legs apart and plunged his dick into her. The mother jolted upright and gasped as he fucked her. He thought the mother would resist at first but smiled as he felt her legs wrap around his waist as she accepted his dick.



He worked his dick in and out of the mother as she moaned in what had to be from pleasure and looked over to see the knife getting pushed out of the daughter's stomach. The daughter's breathing got better and before long, Sam laughed as he watched the knife tip over and roll onto the ground. The wound in the daughter's stomach completely sealed.

Sam could feel the mother's corrupted soul getting twisted and called for the sirens. The ghostly figures of beautiful women materialized and surrounded the mother as he felt her juices run down his dick and drip from his balls. He pulled out and watched as the sirens stared at him as if waiting for his command. 

"You saved my life," the daughter whispered. "Is she..."

Sam looked to her mother and then back to the daughter and giggled.

"She is good again," Sam managed to say through his giggles. The laughter in his head echoed louder.

"Thank you so much," the daughter said, embracing him in a hug. "Thank you."

Sam smiled. It felt good to do something nice. He wrapped his arms around the younger woman and embraced her hug. The laughter seemed to mock him as he felt the warmth of the woman's body. His dick still throbbing.



Sam's hug turned into a grapple as he twisted the woman and threw her on her stomach. She tried to turn but he was already on top of her. She cried out in a mixture of shock and pleasure as he plunged his hungry cock into her pussy from behind her. She felt so wonderful. 



The laughter turned into words of encouragement as he worked furiously inside of her. She screamed as he felt her soul shift around from the electrical chilling attacks from what he had become. The sirens were still watching him expectantly and he sent a command to them. 

"Take them," he commanded as his cock thickened.

The sirens surrounded both women and his thrusts struck air as the daughter turned into a siren herself. He watched as the mother and daughter embraced each other right before their souls shifted to the mindless ghosts of lust. It was a sweet moment. It was lost now but the sweetness of that reunion would stay with Sam for a long time to come. 

Anger suddenly filled Sam as he realized that he had yet to cum. He grabbed the closest siren, a ghostly figure with large breasts and pigtails, and pulled to the ground. He held her legs up above her head and shoved his cock into her. She let out a high pitched shivering sound as he worked himself in and out of her using her outstretched legs as a springboard for each thrust.



He slid his tongue up her calves as he pulled his cock, which had started shooting strands of his cum already, out of her pussy and plunged it into her asshole, finishing his last few shots in her ass while she screamed and twitched from lust.

Sam released the siren and looked down to where the sounds of battle sounded off just down the hills. He would kill that great demon. The damned monster deserved death... almost as much as he deserved it.

******

"There's no turning back for you," Eliza screamed in front of him as he tried to step around to get to the slim Asian woman. "You have to stop and see what you've become!"

Kyle growled at his wife and swung his open hand in an attempt to swipe her out of the way. She hopped back and avoided his hand. 

"I need more," he shouted at her. "I don't have enough energy yet!"

"You'll never have enough," she called to him. He looked over her shoulder and locked eyes with the Asian. He called to her with his eyes. He could feel her struggle against his magical pull but he knew that he had her. 

Eliza turned to see Daisy staring back at him with lust in her eyes. She turned back to Kyle and jumped at him. He stuck his arm out just in time and was able to toss his wife out of the way just long enough to step toward the Asian woman. 

He slid his hand down Daisy's back and lifted her up into the air. She looked down at him and smiled as he lowered her onto his cock. She cried in pleasure as he stretched her tight pussy over him. The mixture of the warmth of her cunt and the pull of her soul was too much for him, being weakened by recent events, and he fell onto his rump with her still on him. He worked his hips up and down as she bounced uncontrollably upon his lap.



Eliza crawled to them and instead of pulling Daisy off of him, she wrapped her arms around the Asian and grasped one of her breasts as she slid her other hand down to her clit and began pleasuring her. It felt like old times to Kyle. His wife working to help him gain his energy.

Kyle smiled and lied back as he felt Daisy's energy flow into him as his wife worked her into an orgasm. Daisy shouted as juices squirted from her pussy. He could feel her energy ball up and pull into him all at once. Daisy's face grew blank and Kyle's eyes narrowed in confusion as Eliza lifted her off of him and dropped her to the side. She jumped on top of his cock, surrounding him with her own warmth. 



Eliza cried out in pleasure as Kyle felt her cunt sucking at his rod. She slid her hips back and forth, and up and down. Her fingernails scratched bright red lines down his chest and he grunted as he watched a tiny line of drool escape her lips and roll down her chin as she rode him hard.

TBC