They call me the Steel Legend. Well, the ones that fear me anyways. Even the ones that know me address me cautiously as "Steel", since my name is long lost to the legends, to the past. I am feared, hated, loved. It all depends on whom you ask.

Let me explain. This is the time of fantasy, with dragons and castles and princesses. The poor are poor, while the rich revel in their wealth, and their castles. Still, even they are not safe from and army. Well, not unless they hire me...

I am a legend, but, more recently, a bodyguard. I am able to control my auric energies around me and make them tangible, solid. I can make them into weapons, into armor, into anything I want, nearly making me invincible, a living weapon. And I seem to never grow old, never come close to death.

It is these characteristics that make me so prized among even the high nobles, that, if they somehow manage to hire me, they need no one else. Among the highest of the high, I am legendary, able to demolish entire armies singlehandedly. None of my quarries have ever been harmed.

And it was this fame that brought me the longest journey that I have taken yet, with what must have been the most valuable girl in the world. Yet to me, at the beginning, she was just quarry. Just another high up noble trying to get his or her progeny away from the war that was slowly creeping over the continent.

She was Mary Aralos, of the Aralos house. Her father and mother were getting old, and the other children they had either ran away, never to be heard from again, or died by war or disease. Desperately, they sought me out, and offered an outrageous price if I were to protect her, at least until she could bear young. When I accepted, they were ecstatic, as I have been known to deny even the highest paying jobs. But this one interested me, especially in the fact that it was a very long term job. Perhaps I could finally get close to humans at last, learn of love and sorrow, and everything in between.

My heart nearly dropped when I first saw her, although my eyes and face retained their steely gaze. She was the cutest little thing, perhaps only seven years old. Her blonde hair was long and curly, and her deep blue eyes peered at me from her pale face, wondering, seeking. She was wearing an expensive looking silken gown, that hugged her body, almost scandalous for this age. It showed of her small breasts as well as it could, and clung to the insides of her legs. She held in her hands a small, corn husk doll, where the silken threads had been woven to the tightest they could be, making the doll nigh on indestructible (although it would cause me much pain later, as I discovered).

She carried a small burlap sack, probably filled with food and other clothing. Mary Aralos said goodbye to the heads of the Aralos household, probably for the last time. They waved from their castle, until we had taken the path and were out of sight, about to enter a forest. My plan was to keep moving, to never stay in the same place, and make her hard to track.

Admittedly, I highly doubted anyone would want the girl, at the time, but it never hurt to be cautious.

The first challenge came very soon as we entered the forest. "I'm tired." Mary said with a small, sigh. Not one of begging or scorn, but one of longing and resignation. I began to like her immediately. She was unlike the other nobles, who ordered me around, forgetting who was the most dangerous man on the continent. "Carry me, please, sir?" I felt my steel-cold heart melting when I looked at her, into those deep azure eyes. She wanted me to carry her, but not as a pack mule or horse, but as an equal, perhaps even like a parent. I closed my eyes and hardened my emotional walls again.

Nonetheless, I carried her. Feeding upon the auras of the trees and grass around me, I gathered enough energy to walk for a long time.

Night fell quick, as I carried her in silence. Nevertheless, I felt us bonding, in every step we took, in every time she let her head fall onto my shoulder, in every time I let her off to...relieve herself. We stopped at the side of the road, in the country side. We ate what she had brought, dried fruit and meat. Out of the blue, she put down the food she had been gnawing on, and declared, "I like you."

My eyebrows shot up. My steel gray eyes roamed over her face and body, trying to detect a lie, lingering too long on her chest and legs. She was oblivious to that, continuing after another bite of food. "I like you. You're...pretty. You're all gray and glowy, and it's pretty." She blushed a bit.

The fire wore down, and it was time to go to sleep. Unabashedly, she stood up, and took of her dress. Underneath, she wore absolutely nothing, and was hairless around her genitals, as I noticed before averting my eyes.

"You don't like it?" she asked me innocently. "Daddy likes it when I'm like this. He likes it when I sleep naked, especially with him."

I groaned. She was my quarry, and nothing more! I had to keep emotionally distant, at least until she grew older. Nevertheless, I could not help but take peeks at her sexy, seven year old body. I slept apart from her that night, in a patch of long grass reasonably near the campsite where she slept. I could not risk us being together might distract me, but I also could not risk her being captured.

I cursed myself for it the next morning. I woke up earlier than I should have, to the grunts of a savage man and the muffled screaming of my quarry. I was awake instantly, and carefully approached the campsite.

It was obvious what was happening there. Somehow, a man, probably a highwayman, had seen my nude quarry lying in the grass, oh so innocent, and decided to take advantage. Mary's hands were tied behind her back, and her closed eyes leaked tears as the man grunted and pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. He had come already, by the look of her face, and intended to cum again. Every time he left her mouth, she retched, but he replaced his cock soon enough so nothing came out.

Retaliation was quick. I closed my eyes and sought out his aura, which was a rich, deep red, focused on his penis area, where he took the most pleasure. Mary was a flickering golden white, fearful, yet innocent and still beautiful. I did not need to actually bring out any of my auric weapons for this one, he was too weak, and it might scar Mary. I would just have a snack instead.

I sent out my powerful gray aura toward his red one, and latched onto it and drew it in. It struggled hard, fueled by lust and greed and fear, but I had practice and more power.

Eventually, it turned the same gray color as my own, and, when I opened my eyes, the man was lying on the ground, eyes staring sightlessly at the sky, penis withering. He was still breathing, but that was about it.

I quickly checked Mary. My hands roamed all over her body, including in her pussy, to check that she was still totally safe. She sat there wide eyed as I examined her, still afraid. It was only when she lunged forward, hugging me and sobbing, that I realized my cock was hard. I pushed her away and gruffly ordered her to put on her dress, trying to distance myself again.

Subconsciously, she would have none of it. When we walked side by side, she clung to me like a lover, attached to my thigh, hands holding mine. Her body pressed against me, and I sensed her beautiful golden aura without even trying, sensed how it danced and pushed against mine. When she rode piggyback, she pressed as close as she could. It made walking slightly uncomfortable, with the bar of steel between my legs.

Luckily, soon enough, the bar of steel had its use. It was right after our midday meal, when I sensed it. A demon had found us. But not just any demon, a succubus, a devourer of life force through sex, a demon that would make you enjoy it in lust as you lost your energy.

I hardened my aura against it, closing my eyes and emptying my mind of all lust. When I opened them, I mentally slapped myself. Mary was standing, but she was also panting hard, her face red. She held her dress up with one hand, and with the other, in full view of everything, diddled with her pussy. She was moaning and her eyes were vacant, all of her focused on her pussy. I cursed.

I sent my aura towards her, covering her, shielding her. She noticed its effect as soon as it hit her, for she saw what she was doing, yelped, and covered herself again. The she looked at me, and the thanks and...what else did I see? Was it love? Need? Lust? in her eyes broke the thin mental shield I had around myself, for the rest went to protect her.

The succubus wormed its way into my mind, my clean, organized mind, and riffled through it in search of anything it could use against me. I laughed to myself as it went through all my exploits, as it paled when it saw the creatures I'd slain, the armies I'd razed. Then it was my turn to pale, when it saw my memories of Mary.

The succubus took on a solid form, using my memories as the prompt. The wind that had been howling against us, suddenly flowed to one place, and formed a replica of Mary. Mary, agape, looked to the replica, to herself, to me. The difference between the replica and Mary, right now, was the succubus wore no clothes. "I'll handle it," I muttered to Mary. She just stood there, jaw hitting the ground.

Since I could not get the succubus on my grounds, I had to get it on its own. This was easier said than done. I had to fuck her, but without letting too much of my life force out. The way she took the nude form of Mary so readily and beautifully, and the fact that she made me go to her, showed me that this succubus was quite prepared and professional.

I let my auric energies, which had been my clothing (yes, I technically walk around without clothing, but my aura can solidify to make usable, if drab, clothing) vanish, leaving my muscled body and hard cock. Mary-I mean the succubus-giggled playfully, crooking one finger in a "come here" gesture, while the other slid slowly in and out of her fake pussy. I gritted my teeth.

My rod of steel did not fail me as I moved in and out of the succubus, who's pussy felt impossibly good. I could only imagine what Mary thought as she saw me pump my cock in and out of the succubus who looked like her, who clung to me, who scattered kisses all over my face. I sweated with exertion and effort as I both tried to fuck and tried not to cum at the same time. The demon pressed its flat chest against mine, clawed my muscled back, and pressed its lips onto mine.

Finally, after what felt like hours of thrusting, I overcame the succubus. I had barely held in my load all that time, and I was just seconds from squirting my cum and life force into the sex demon. It fled, as the unspoken laws of the world declared it had to. Wearily, I let Mary's wards fall, and the auric energy returned to me, reviving me for a bit. Mary, sensing she was safe, ran to me and gave me a flying tackle hug, nearly shouting "Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay, Steely?"

I assured her I was quite okay, but the fact was, I was sexually weary, and her thin dress rubbing against my hard cock didn't help. She must have noticed it too. Mary slowly slid off me, then moved her head level with my cock. She poked it gently.

"Don't touch it." I said, "It'll go down in a bit. I need a tiny bit of rest." Mary, dutifully ignoring anything I said, did something unthinkable. She opened her mouth, and slowly guided my cock into it. I was already close to cumming, and, after using auras to assure that this was really her, let myself loose. She asked for it.

I nearly went blind as I blasted my cum into her warm, luscious mouth. When I regained some of my vision, I noticed that the first few blasts had went onto her cheeks, but she was now guiding the rest down her throat and into her stomach. When I finished, she scooped some of her cheeks and licked it into her mouth.

"That tastes good! And I'm not hungry anymore!" she exclaimed, looking me straight in the eyes. "And you! You were so pretty! You glowed gray, and shiny, and...it tastes good!" I was stunned. She had seen my aura? But that was...

Mary interrupted my train of thought. "What was that we just did? And what was that you did with the other me? The one that came from the sky?"

Part of the contract between her parents and me stipulated that I answer all her questions truthfully. "That was...sex." I said, a bit ashamed for teaching her so young. "And I also had sex with the girl that came from the sky. It was just a different kind."

"Like fucking?" she asked, her innocent eyes connecting with mine.

"Yes...like that." I answered, keeping my face a steel mask.

"Wellll..." she drawled. "That looked fun. I've decided. I want to learn all about sex!"

My jaw dropped. I coughed. "Mary, it looked fun, but it really isn't, not until you learn about it, when you're older. In the meantime, you should just...ignore it. Pretend it didn't happen. You're not old enough yet."

"Hmph!" she said. Were those tears I saw? "My parents thought I was old enough...old enough to kick out of the house!" Without warning, she began to bawl. Oh no, I thought. I was never good with children. At least I knew how to deal with the high and mighty ones, a few auric whip lashings across the ass would clear up any attitude they offered. But comfort? Was that something I could give?

So I tried logic, something I understood well. I attempted to reason with her, to tell her that her parents paid for me, that I was expensive, that they wanted her to survive, that they sacrificed everything so that she might grow up, that I would protect her against anything. For myself, I felt I failed quite badly. For her, all she got was one thing. "You love me?"

she said, teary eyes tearing the very fiber of my being apart. I stammered that I did, that I would forever, and things like that. Apparently, they appeased her, and she closed her eyes and slept.