I woke up the next morning sensing, inherently, that something was wrong. I was lying in bed with Mary again, and we had tried sex again last night. This time, she cried a lot less and moaned a lot more, and, at the very end, she had licked my cock clean, showing incredible proficiency with her tongue, and afterwards, I even fucked Ella, with Mary's permission.

I quickly checked on Ella, and the wards around the building, and was surprised to find them intact. Then where was my uneasiness coming from?

I groaned. It was probably Sally. My aura connected me with people sometimes, and, even if I did not set a ward or anything on them, when they were in trouble, I could sense it. And today's intuition was worse than most, it almost had me running to her house. I left a message with my aura for Ella and Mary, and left quickly, almost sprinting to Sally's house.

It was as bad as I expected. As soon as I approached, I sensed something wrong. A miasma hung around the house, a dark brown-purple color, almost visible on the normal spectrum. I immediately identified demons, probably a few lesser, but, most disturbingly, and arch demon.

Among demons, there is a hierarchy. Some demons flit between two levels, and they can go up levels, but it is rare. The hierarch went: fae, imps, djinn, lesser, afrits, greater, arch, lord. I had dealt with a demon lord but twice in my lifetime, and I had come out almost dead, only kept alive by my ability and tenacity.

I crept slowly and carefully, following the (to me) obvious trail that the demon left. It first dropped off at the dining room, where I saw horror upon horror. Sufficient to say, all the family in that room, and the servants, were well and dead. However, my heart leapt as I noticed Sally was not among their number, and followed the trail again. I followed it to the basement, where I saw the lesser demons, two of them. They were roughly humanoid, but larger, with red skin, black horns, a larger mouth with sharp teeth, and cloven hooves. They wore nothing, and stood much like gorillas.

There were three ways of dealing with a demon. You could kill, banish, or bind it. Killing was difficult, even on the imps or djinn, since their body was only a vessel. For ranks above lesser, killing was nigh on impossible. Binding a demon meant forcing its essence into a certain object, than destroying the object or hiding it, to perhaps hide the demon for all eternity. Banishing meant forcing the demon back to its own plane, and was most commonly done, since they didn't switch planes quite easily, and it left no trace.

I banished both lesser demons, and they never saw it coming when they simply folded in on themselves and vanished. I carefully broke the arch demon seal on the door, and walked in, cloaking myself in my aura to make me unnoticeable.

It was unneeded. The arch demon was totally focused on Sally, who was nude, gagged, and blindfolded, tied to a cross with legs wide open. She had markings all over her body. Arch demons are powerful enough to be able to take on a totally human shape, complete with most bodily functions. They relied on their massive physical strength and powerful arcane capabilities to deal with most enemies.

This one, named Graarl by his aura (yes, they are that obvious), was in the shape of a kind, graying old man. He looked like a man who may have been in the army, but long since retired and grew vegetables in his garden. The illusion was broken by his muscled (although still old looking) body, and his rock hard cock. He was talking to Sally, while stroking her body with a finger much too long.

"Ahhh'your family has always stood in the way of our conquest'but no longer'with your death, the ritual will be completed'" he licked his lips.

"MMPH!"

"No use complaining'no one will save you'and you will give birth to the most powerful demon lord yet'" he stopped there, apparently not able to hold any longer. He thrust his cock, way too long for that body, straight up her protesting hole.

Ignoring her screams of pain and her tightness, he rammed her again and again, and, as I watched, white cum flowed out from her pussy, way too much to be normal. Yet the arch demon kept on raping her, and, I noticed with horror, her stomach began to swell, as if she was becoming pregnant on the spot. The space around it distorted, and Sally screamed louder than ever.

A knife appeared in the arch demons hand, and he laughed as he heard her screams. Uh-oh. Time to act.

A wall of razor sharp aura hit the arch demon, cutting him into so many pieces and pushing him out of Sally, whose stomach immediately shrink as gooey cum flowed out her vagina. The arch demon was a lot stronger than that, though, and immediately reformed before the pieces could hit the floor.

He glared at me, noticing me for the first time. I threw a ward over Sally, which lessened my strength, but kept Sally safe. And so we fought.

Arch demons are nimble, strong, and powerful, more so than humans. Humans advantage is that this is their plane, their world, and demons are much more susceptible to the raw power of this world (fire, force, wind) than most people should be. A common way of telling if one was a demon was to set the "demon" on fire and see how fast it burned.

I used this to my advantage, harnessing the pure force of aura. I didn't even try to cut him, simply threw pure aura at him, which sizzled as it hit his skin. He tried launching demonic energies at me, but I batted them aside, and, when I sensed he was weak and probably looking to flee, I cut him again. Then, pointing at a decorative stone in the room (probably a doorstop), I said the five words of binding, then his name. He screamed as his human body elongated, and was sucked into the stone. I almost heard him scream again as I pummeled the stone to dust, then scattered it to the water, the wind, the dirt. This was one demon that would never reform again.

I turned my attention back to Sally, who was still leaking cum. Her stomach was back to normal, but the ground was slippery with cum, and more still flowed. I cut her down and set her on the ground so we could talk, mindful of the cum on the ground.

Apparently, she didn't want to talk. "FUCK ME!" she said with desperation.

This was weird. Having just been raped by a demon, she immediately wanted to be fucked again? "Why?" I asked.

"I need to be cleansed! Otherwise, this will go on forever!" she pointed at her still leaking pussy, and moaned.

So I fucked her. She was the expert here, not I. I had to hold her up and lower her onto my cock, since it was too hard to guide my cock inside her because of the cum. Once she was impaled on my cock, I understood what she meant.

She felt so wrong, yet so good. Her pussy was tight and wet, and yet it was icky too. Yes, icky. But, as I pumped, with each thrust more cum came out, and her pussy began to feel better and better, until it felt like she was totally normal again.

Still, I didn't stop, and she didn't ask me to stop. We got in doggystyle position, and I had to kneel to be her height. I thrusted harder and harder, taking out of her what I had never been able to get out of Mary or Ella, rough sex. This was odd, considering she was about the same age. Admittedly, Ella was an elf, and Mary was still new to sex.

Also, Sally was a professional, as I soon found out. She moved her hips in a circular motion, moaning as she did so. I pinched her nipples and her hands joined mine, showing me how to tug, where to tug. I slapped her chest (that was all there was to her breasts) and she cried out loud. Finally, as I climaxed, I grabbed her head by her hair, and slammed her face into the wall, which muffled her screaming orgasm. Her legs fell from under her, and she literally fell off my cock and into the sticky pool of cum on the ground. She made no move to get up, instead scooping cum out of her pussy and eating it.

After a while, she finally got up, but spoke little. She cleaned my cock, but made no move to put on clothing. I showed her the family scene, but she didn't cry, only nodded with gritted teeth. I cleaned her up, and, because she still wouldn't wear any clothing, made her an auric kimono of dull gray.

When we left the house, with its dark miasma, and entered the bright sunlight of the middle morning, she finally began to cry. She told me her story, still sniffling, as we ate bread and fruit in a darkened inn.

Her family, in the East, had been of a demon destroying clan. Unfortunately, through political problems and other things, they had been forced to abandon the area they protected, leaving it to die. The large family split up, all across the East and West. Her family had settled here, and took advantage of the good merchant trade.

The demon that had come yesterday was a total surprise, and it had actually come with more lesser demons, which her family had managed to slay. Unfortunately, they were not prepared for an arch demon. The arch demon had attempted to summon a demon lord, of the succubus type, using a ritual that required the sacrifice of a young girl with powerful blood, specifically of her family. Here, she asked me to help her.

I debated for the whole of two seconds. If this had been before, during the demon wars that had long since passed, I might have said no. Hell, if this had been before I met Mary, I might have said no. But Mary's humanity, her kindness, had gotten to me, and, when I said no, as I had said to so many people before, I could not.

We spent the rest of the day wandering around. Sally showed me why she knew so much about sex, by leading me to the most famous brothels in the area, actual inn-like buildings, with a professional hostess and courteous service. She personally knew most of the mistresses of the brothels, and some of the workers as well, especially the younger ones, who were made to serve that kind of need.

Eventually, I called for a stop, and we headed back to the school to pick Ella and Mary up. I was automatically on guard when I saw Mary standing there alone, looking around for me. Her mouth and eyes tightened in suspicion when she saw Sally with me, but she simply melted in sympathy for the older girl as the story was told. In her eyes, they were both orphans.

I let her prattle on for a bit, then asked about the whereabouts of Ella. Mary's eyes glinted with humor and playfulness.

"Oh I'll show you where she is, but she's not going to like it'"

I nodded and said nothing. Mary led me around the school, through some of the better houses, and into a small gap between two houses, that was, thankfully, not a filthy alleyway, but simply an unused dead end area.

Ella stood here, back against a wall. Her dress was a bit larger than it should have been, and I soon found out why. Under her dress, there was a boy, who, from looking at his size, was not much older than Ella looked. There was obviously some action going on down there, as Ella did not even see us peaking on her, her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. From under her dress there came "shlurping" sounds, for want of a better word. It was as if he was eating her pussy, in a literal sense.

Mary had me crouch near her, so she could whisper what she wanted me to do. I smiled at her plan. It was simple, but it would get a good laugh.

I closed my eyes and drew my aura nearer, cloaking myself in it. Mary and Sally's dresses faded a bit, as I absorbed some of their essence accidentally. I didn't give it back, though; they seemed not to care, and the view was too good.

Letting my aura flare around me invisibly (on the normal plane it would glow slightly, a gray nimbus around my figure), I slowly plodded toward the love couple, setting my feet down gently, but creating a large "BANG" with each step. Ella stopped biting her lip, looked at me, and gave a cry of surprise. Her lover, a young, slim, somewhat bookish but still probably attractive child, jumped out from under her dress. His chest was bare, showing off that, although he was intelligent, he was muscled as well. Still, even the strongest strongman in the world would be afraid of me, and much less besides.

STOMP. STOMP. STOMP went my feet.

Both were stunned, even Ella. The look on their faces was priceless. Still, I could not help but admire the boy's bravery as me pushed Ella behind him, and got into a wrestling stance, preparing to launch himself at my legs when I got close enough.

Then Mary came out from behind the wall, and ruined the effect. "You should have seen the look on your face!"

She and Sally then both fell on the ground laughing, while I smiled as my aura retracted back into me. The boy looked like he was about to faint, but Ella looked furious and embarrassed, the tips of her pointy ears turning red. She hugged the boy close to her, as if afraid she was going to lose him. I felt some reassurance was necessary.

"Relax," I said, still smiling. "I'm not going to kill either of you." Apparently the boy didn't believe me, his face turned whiter at the word "kill".

We settled it out, and eventually, Ella even had a good laugh at her own expense. We bought bread and cheese fresh from a market, and sat down on a quiet little nook of town to eat. The boy was Jonathan, and he was a runaway child, living on the streets of the rich neighborhoods, one step ahead of the law. He got lucky once, with what he would not say, and managed to get himself enrolled in a school, and hoped to further his social class that way. Meeting Ella was probably the best thing that had happened to him.

Apparently, she loved him. It was pure, just like, she hinted several times, the love between Mary and me. Sally sat there looking awkward. And since human school taught nothing Ella didn't know, she wanted to go back to Elvesvard with Jonathan, perhaps get her parents to approve of a marriage. Either ways, she wanted two things; to get word back to her parents (the way she said it, it was more spite than anything else), and to stay with Jonathan. And, since the elves were so elusive, the only way to get word to them was to go to them. Thus, having to go back on the road. I groaned inwardly. Mary was safe here, Sally was safe here, what more could they want?

Unfortunately for me, Mary wasn't on my side. She gushed on about how she wanted to go out to see the world. All of my complaints about her safety were knocked down, impeccably, by "Well, it's safe wherever you are." When I mentioned Sally, Mary simply said that Sally would travel with us, and Sally, not really into the conversation, simply nodded.

So we left that afternoon, not even bothering to get word to the school. Bah, school was for the arrogant. Better to learn survival on the road.

The elves' forest was far to the north and east, and it stretched nearly to the Barrens, the snow covered plains of the far north, where nothing lived. Our trip was going to be long and difficult, no doubt about it.