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The sound of crickets chirping and owls hooting permeated the darkness. They gave volume to the forest as their calls echoed through the trees. The ground felt soft with grass and dirt, and smelled of clean air. It was warm out, very warm out.

Aldwin could feel the clothes on his back and arm. They were smooth and clung tightly to him. He was on his left side, his right arm in the air. As his eyes opened, the flickering glow of embers came into his blurry view. Around the little orange spots, darkness stretched out into nothingness. Aldwin blinked the water and dirt from his eyes.

He began to gain awareness of his right arm next. It felt a bit cooler than the rest of his body, as though exposed to the night air. The sensation of pressure around his bicep told him that something was tied around it, though Aldwin was too tired to care. His right hand was involuntarily twitching, his fingers curling back ever so slightly at random intervals. Aldwin would have been concerned if not for his fatigue.

On his back, the Prince could feel something pressing into him. Was he perhaps leaned up against some rock?

A loud exhale from behind told him otherwise.

The hand on Aldwin’s belly shuffled a bit, and the other hand gripping his left wrist clenched him tightly for a moment before releasing a little. Were it not for his tiredness, Aldwin would have been worried about this person wrapped around him. Yet now, after what felt like a great rest he would soon reenter, the embrace was comforting. He felt safe and warm in these great big arms around him, and their comfort only seemed to draw him back into the strange womb of sleep.

…

For the second time in as many days, Aldwin awoke to see Dusk sitting in front of him, tending to her fire. This time, however, he was untied. His only piece of exposed skin was his right arm, his right sleeve having been torn off and tied around his slashed bicep. His shoulder was sore, and ached along where the sword had cleaved into him.

Aldwin rolled onto his back before heaving himself up and taking a better look at his arm. There were dried streaks of red rolling down to his elbow, and at the tips of his fingers the twitching persisted. He balled his right hand into a fist, stopping the twitching for a moment. As soon as he loosened his grip they continued to curl randomly on their own.

“I’ll have to worry about that later.” Aldwin thought as he turned to look up at Dusk. She was turned away from him, so he could only see the cloak over her shoulders and raven hair flowing down her back.

“Finally awake, are we?” Dusk glanced behind to look at him. Their eyes met for a moment, a tension filling the air as they instantaneously relived yesterday’s events. Dusk cracked a smile and laughed, hoping to clear the air.

“Are you going to join me?” she asked.

Aldwin couldn’t be certain of what he wanted to do. Whatever hope and trust he had given to Dusk the day before was fractured. She was about to leave him behind for good when the bandits had double-crossed her. Aldwin couldn’t begin to imagine the state he would be in right now if they had decided to let her go. “I’d probably be in a cage.” he thought. The thieves knew he was not the immediate heir to the throne, which meant his treatment en route to Northwood would likely have been unpleasant and uncomfortable to say the least.

And yet, she had saved him. It was Dusk who was responsible for cutting him free. She had blocked the Bonebreaker’s greatsword as it sought to cleave the Prince in half. She had carried him out of the Hollow’s fallen debris and tied up his wounded arm. Was it Aldwin’s imagination… or had she laid beside him the previous night? Surely it must have been a dream, a manifestation of his lust for the red curves beneath her riding pants.

Alas, Aldwin thought it best to approach her. Trustworthy or not, she was still many times more powerful than he could ever dream of being, and any attempt to run or fight would likely result in him being tied up again. Standing up slowly, Aldwin limped to the log where Dusk sat, the warmth of the fire immediately enveloping him. He could see that Dusk’s cloak covered most of her body, leaving only her head and bare legs exposed. The fire cast an orange glow across her black hair and horns. Her yellow eyes seemed to bore into Aldwin as they always did, taking him apart from the inside out as he settled down next to her.

“No ropes?” he croaked.

Dusk chuckled, “No… no ropes.” her gaze turned back to the flame. “After yesterday, I do not think they will be necessary.”

Aldwin rubbed his wrists, “What if I run away?”

With a sure voice she responded, “You have earned that right.” Dusk let out a sigh, “But I don’t think you would know where to go.”

Aldwin noticed a courage seemed to be forming within her as she turned back to him. “As thanks for your help yesterday, I would like to guide you home, and only to your home. Yesterday, I managed to steal away with you and the bag of gold, but I lost my pack of supplies. We will stay in Kull for a day, I will go to the market, and you will stay at the inn until I can escort you to Northwood.”

A silence hung in the air between them. Without her he could never find his way to Kull or Northwood. He had no clue where he was now. The trees and dirt were the same as anywhere else on his map. Yet if he chose to let her guide him, Aldwin’s adventures would be at an end. His urge to wander the world would likely be extinguished by a shameful trudge back to Northwood, and he would need to answer to his Father for escaping the Castle.

Yet were his current circumstances not enough to convince himself otherwise? After less than two days he had been kidnapped and exposed for who he was. His recklessness had amounted to nothing but pain and death, the twitching of his hand a reminder of what he had endured yesterday. Perhaps it was time to go home. Perhaps it was better to live out the life of royalty.

Emotion began to overcome him. Aldwin’s conflicted feelings of pain and anguish over his attempt at adventure brought tears to his eyes and blood to his face. What was he to do? It seemed as though one choice would forever cost him his freedom, while the other had already threatened his life.

In the silence, Dusk had fixated her eyes upon the fire once more, but turned when she heard Aldwin sniffling. He was staring ahead, but his eyes saw only tears. They began to slide down his shivering cheek, gliding to his jawline. His breaths were ragged, interlaced with the sniffling of his desperate attempts to keep his nose dry. Dusk recalled how the Prince had reacted when she became emotional the day before and figured that her best option would be to wrap a long, muscled arm around his shoulder.

Aldwin nearly jumped as he felt Dusk’s fingers move across his shoulder, followed by the weight of her bicep. The feeling was comforting, however, and he felt the shaking of his body beginning to subside. His eyes continued crying, but he could begin to see ahead now. After wiping the tears on his sleeve, Aldwin leaned against Dusk, poking his head into the side of her chest.

“It seems as though I have no choice.” he finally spoke. “I must stay with you and be returned home, lest I stay lost in this cursed forest forever.” He pushed his head further into Dusk’s red skin, letting her warm him.

Dusk was still uncertain of how to feel. She knew that being with this Prince had only brought her trouble so far, but her urge to protect him seemed only to grow as he made himself more vulnerable. Her initial mistrust of him was beginning to fade slowly, whether she liked it or not. On instinct, she began to run her free hand across his head, petting him gently and slowly.

“Thank you for yesterday. I would be dead if not for your warning and actions.” Dusk spoke calmly.

Aldwin tried to look up at her, “Thank you for not leaving me behind.” As he moved his head, the Prince noticed that Dusk was nearly bare beneath her cloak. She wore only a plain shirt and her underwear. He noticed that her armor and outer garments were hanging on a nearby tree from the rope she had used to restrain him, drying from when she had washed off the blood. The redness in his face began to shift from the scrunched anguish of sadness, to the soft flustering of embarrassment.

Aldwin’s feelings were still muddled, but he felt the urge to put an arm around Dusk. He came from behind the small of her back and wrapped it around her waist. His other hand landed on her thigh. He did not know what his expectations were, but Aldwin was surprised by the smoothness of her red skin. Out of another innate instinct, he began to run his soft hand across her thigh, nearly matching her strokes. Dusk noticed that Aldwin’s fingers just barely skirted her inner thigh, tickling her slightly and just barely sending excitement to her crotch. Together they sat coping with their strange bond and the previous day’s events, comforting each other in their vulnerable states. For a few minutes the odd pair matched each other in their strokes and breathing, and simply gazed at the fire.

After several minutes, however, the tickling in Dusk’s thigh had built up. The small jolts of electricity she felt as Aldwin’s hand moved over her skin bordered on teasing, and her mound began to feel unbearably warm. Her breathing became unsynchronized and ragged. Aldwin himself was no better. The smell of Dusk (sweat and nature) was intoxicating. Coupled with the feeling of her hand on his head and his fingers on her bare thigh, he felt his cock beginning to swell.

Aldwin began to take notice of Dusk’s breathing, and Dusk herself chanced a quick look down at the Prince’s rising bulge. Without thinking, Dusk reached for Aldwin’s cock, hardly needing to stretch her arm. Three of her fingertips touched the head of his bulge, lightly pressuring it into secreting precum. Aldwin took this as an opportunity to shift his own fingers down to Dusk’s slit. He had read some erotic novels in the castle library, and tried to copy as the heroes of ages before did with their maidens. His index and middle finger felt the soft fabric of her underwear, and it was moist with her fluids. Both Dusk and Aldwin gasped as their privates were explored with tentative and curious hands.

For a little while they continued their simple attempts at pleasure. Dusk’s calloused and huge hands gently squeezed Aldwin’s member, and his soft fingers pressed lightly into her underwear as they ran up and down her slit.

Aldwin could feel the fluids beginning to run between his fingers, and he switched to making small circles across Dusk’s mound. As he felt the wetness begin to spread across his entire hand, Aldwin dared to go faster, increasing the tempo of his rubbing. Dusk’s focus started to switch from squeezing Aldwin’s cock to the pleasure he was giving her. She began to double over and her legs spread further apart. The Prince could only dig into her underwear further and further, using it to tickle her pussy.

At last, he threw tentativity to the wind, and snaked his fingers under the fabric. They were met with the wiry hair of her black bush before he found her entrance. Aldwin pressed into her warm slit until his fingers sank into Dusk’s burning hot flower, entering and leaving her without buildup. He wanted her to finish, and to spray her fluids out across her legs and his hand. Dusk was a mess at this point, her mind going blank with pleasure. While she couldn’t focus on pleasing Aldwin, she raised herself up just a bit, bringing herself eye to eye with him. Without hesitation she embraced him, shoving her tongue past his lips. The Prince knew nothing of kissing, but reciprocated as best as he could while maintaining his pace.

The smacking of their mouths and the wet gushing sounds of Aldwin’s fingers entering Dusk filled their ears, driving their senses wild. Aldwin maneuvered his free hand under Dusk’s shirt, wanting to feel her bust between his fingers. As his fingertips tightened around her dark nipple, Dusk was driven over the edge. Both of her hands grasped Aldwin and pulled him into her face as tightly as possible while she climaxed. Dusk let out a gasp and a deep moan of pleasure as her pussy squirted fluid out, soaking Aldwin’s fingers and spraying across her thighs.

“Oooooooohhhh…” Her voice leaked out between their meeting mouths.

Aldwin felt Dusk’s fingers nearly tearing into his left shoulder and the side of his ribs. Her nails dug into his skin, squeezing with each wave of pleasure she experienced. He could barely move from under her outstanding strength.

With minimal effort, Dusk was able to guide Aldwin off the log, gently leading him to the forest floor. He let out a small “Whoa!” as his entire being was shifted backwards. His hands slipped free of Dusk’s clothing, but were unable to break his fall. He was hammocked in the Demoness’ arms now, her strength keeping him from hitting the grass. Dusk lightly set him down, and Aldwin could feel the earth softly giving way beneath his back.

A look of clever seduction was in her eyes, and their yellow glow was lighter now. It was like looking through a stained glass window on a warm and mellow day. She leaned over Aldwin, slowly putting more and more of her weight upon him. It was a beautiful sensation, and he felt comfort under her heat, heft, and cloak. Dusk’s hand began to shift from the small of his back to the edge of his breeches. She leaned past his ear and whispered, “My turn now… Let’s see if you can handle me.”

Without hesitation, Dusk slipped Aldwin’s cock free from his undergarments, exposing his throbbing member into the humid air between them. Though he could not see through the darkness of her cloak, Aldwin could feel the sweltering heat and moisture of Dusk’s vulva.

He looked up at her nervously and choked out, “I’ve never done this before.”

This news alone was enough to send another wave of unbearable lust and heat through Dusk. THIS was what being a demon was all about. The power of signing away souls and being summoned was something she would never know. The taking and plundering of one’s virginity, however… Perhaps she could still experience part of her demonic rites.

Even though she would likely have sensed his innocence upon entry, she growled, “You should have refrained from telling me that.” A hungry smile crept up her cheeks. “I certainly won’t be able to hold back now.”

Aldwin felt one hand plant itself squarely upon his left shoulder, pinning him firmly to the ground. The other landed on his chest, reinforcing Dusk’s hold on him. In the blink of an eye, she pushed herself down, driving Aldwin’s rock-hard length through her entrance. All he could do was attempt to kick his legs as the raging heat and weight of Dusk totally surrounded his cock, forcing upon him a feeling of ecstasy he could never have fathomed.

The Prince let out an, “Aaaaahh….” As he almost instantly blew his load into the Demoness. The heft of her chest on his neck and the weight of her ass on his pelvis made him feel crushed, but he was in too much pleasure to even begin to mention it. He could only breathe and gasp, “Oh…Oh…Oh…Oh...” Over and over as he released rope after rope of his seed.

Yet Dusk was unwilling to end their intercourse or give Aldwin time to recover. Her Demonic instincts were too strong to allow that. She was stealing his virginity her way, and riding him until she was fully satisfied. She would not allow him to be free of her slit until she had milked him dry, and until she had orgasmed out all of her Demonic impulses.

With a hefty smacking, Dusk began to ride Aldwin, nearly freeing his cock from her as she rose before slamming her ass down upon him. His legs trembled and shook with each bounce. Aldwin himself had barely softened after his initial orgasm, but was still sensitive as Dusk took him so soon and with so little time to recover.

Plap!

Plap!

Plap!

Dusk glanced down to see Aldwin looking up at her, his dark eyes nearly blank as he tried to comprehend what he was feeling. His virgin cock seemed to fill her perfectly, as though her body was rewarding her for finding him. Every slam of her hips onto him sent more and more bliss through her.

With his free hand, Aldwin dared to reach out and was just barely able to feel Dusk’s ass. His fingers sank into the perfect, red, unblemished ass he had only been able to glance in the moonlight once. All he could hear was the huffing of Dusk’s breath and the wet smacking of their bodies colliding.

“By the Gods. This is… unff… everything I ever wanted...”

“Damn the Gods. A demon is what you needed.”

Dusk picked up her pace. Her Demonic powers were bringing her closer and closer to the edge of another climax, and she knew that Aldwin couldn’t last much longer. Under the pressure of her weight and the unholy feeling of ecstasy in his member, Aldwin was so close to finishing again.

As she slammed down a few more times Dusk felt her second climax rushing through her, and soon after Aldwin felt his cock explode in pleasure as he finished.

Now, Dusk gave him rest. Aldwin was still inside of her, but she took a moment to breathe and to lift herself off him a bit so he could breathe too. She glanced down once more and saw that Aldwin’s eyes were looking at nothing again. She took a hand off of his pale chest and turned his chin up to gaze at her. Aldwin’s mixed senses were still incredulous at the sight of her horns and face. “He is so cute like this.” Dusk thought. His thin face was clueless, but clearly happy. She leaned just a bit to embrace him once more.

For hours they made love. Aldwin would never have believed that his first time would be with a being from Hell, or that it would be so pleasurable, or that he would be unable to walk by the time they were done. Dusk could not have felt better, as a Demoness. She had claimed Aldwin’s virginity and innocence for herself. After hours of riding him, kissing him, and pressing him down, she was fully sated. Dusk could feel so many fluids leaking: the cool sweat between their chests, her juices dripping on their legs, the cum leaking from their intertwined genitalia.

At last, she freed Aldwin from between her legs and laid upon him, shuffling down so that their faces could rest together.

“Be my knight.” Aldwin quivered. “Come with me, and forever guard me.”

Perhaps it was lust, perhaps it was love, but she whispered back, “You shall have my sword, my Prince.”