Hellbound (Newest Part)

Hellbound (Newest Part)

Of course, all good things end, and this was one of them. I woke up, in a dreamy state feeling all the world like I'd never been with another succubus before. Di lifted one lazy eyebrow while still wearing her birthday dress. Every single salacious curve on her body seemed to be highlighted once more. She awoke and gave me a little wink. I trembled a little. Half of me wanted to do it all over again, and the other half agreed.


"There's someone standing over you." She mumbled in that low groan that she always spoke in. I turned around quickly, my red hair flopping all over the place. Right behind me was a honkin' big demon. Yup, it was one of those stereotypical ones as well, the kind that came with horns on their heads, red skin, and standing MUCH taller than I. It suddenly struck me at that point that my life was full of nothing but random shit. Doesn't it seem weird that the monsters always seemed to be attracted to me? He must've been one of Diora's exes or something.


"What the FUCK are you looking at?" I growled. Sure, he was a good seven feet taller than me. Sure, he had horns on his horns, and they dotted his body like an anteater's pricks. The thought of one of those things tearing into my flesh was both exciting and terrifying. I decided to think of the pain as being some kind of ball, so I kept egging him on. The prick didn't even seem to hear a single word I was saying. He was still just standing there, his large red-clawed hands beating against his large chest. Perhaps he was trying to smooth down his massive man-boobs. I knew I'd never walk around looking like that.


Did I happen to mention that he looked as though Baal had fucked a goat? I mean I'd heard of some demons getting horns to compensate for their small dicks, but this guy took the cake. He had these HUGE ram-like horns sprouting out from somewhere over his ears. Whatever he looked like, I'd have to deal with him anyway. He had a mark on his shoulder, so I guessed he was one of Satan's very own pencil pushers/bodyguards. Nice work if you can get it.


"YOU! WHAT DOES A PESANT THINK HE'S DOING WITH THAT WOMAN!!!!?" He growled. Yes, because he was showing so much class. I stood there, staring into his eyes. We both stood there, twitching, waiting for the other one to move. Finally, I got sick of waiting and lashed out, my claws aimed at a bare patch of skin. He just grinned as his


"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? THAT IS NOTHING AGAINST THE MIGHT OF BELAZZORMANTH!" He roared back. The use of capital letters was really starting to piss me off. His spiked tail swished and caught my back. I groaned with pain. I wasn't expecting –that- off him. Maybe we could meet up for coffee after all this was over. The tail came for me again, but this time I was ready for it. I leapt up into the air, my wings batting at full speed. I flew above him, knowing that I only had one chance to do this right. I dived down right in front of his face before he knew what was happening. My claws were outstretched and I bet you could guess where exactly I was heading.


That's right. I aimed at the eyes. Before he saw me heading towards him, I had them out. I'd stuck two claws out and volia! I had myself a new set of trophies. It was quite funny really, seeing that stupid fuck stumbling down. It was then I noticed that he had never called me by my first name. That sounds promising. As long as the fucker couldn't track me down by scent, I'd be fine. He started to stumble around like a drunk. His right arm shot out right at me, but I stood back in time. I grabbed onto the thick scaly arm and scratched it. I pulled out as soon as a strike of pain went through me.


I pulled out my hand and looked at it. There was some awful green gloop cutting into my claws and running down my arm. I tried rolling around on the ground, but that just gave Godzilla an excuse to kick me in the back. Another shot of orgasmic pain went through me. I sighed. Maybe if he could keep kicking me, I'd get my head around this.


"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY TERRITORY AND MY PROPERTY" he roared several inches from my ear. I put my knuckle to my ear and felt around to make sure bits of my eardrum hadn't fallen out. Nope, and I even still had bits of my hearing left. I flew up before Fuckface had another chance to king hit me. I had to think faster. Was there a way that I could tear off his head to kill him?


I had no weapons as far as I could tell. When you're armed with nice little claws that can seriously dent steel, you don't tend to worry about such things. For not the first time since we started this little encounter, I wished that Kras was behind me, backing up in this time of need. But there were just some things that I'd have to go without, and this was just one of them.


"DI!!!" I yelled. Even though she looked delicate, if she had any idea of magic or mysterious princess powers we would be saved! Beastie turned and showed its ugly mug near me. Without thinking, I gave it a nice left hook under the chin. It lunged forward, its massive teeth aimed right at my arm. I pulled back and punched him again, putting my entire body behind the punch. He pulled back, obviously not enjoying pain like I do. This was something else that was Advantage Veluriel.


She turned her head towards me slowly, like she was under a spell. Her movements were sluggish, and I was really worried. "Velly. I'm not sure that I can fight this thing." She whispered at me. I sighed. This was totally unwelcome. I needed her to rescue me and become my princess. Then I could rest my head in that more than ample bosom of hers.


Hang on a minute- this was all wrong! I should be the strong one here! Di should be falling into my arms, my long hair across my shoulders like some kind of cheap romance novel cover. Instead, I was getting the shit beaten out of me by some jerk that needed someone to look inside his head, preferably to rip everything out...


I bit the bottom of my lip, as I prepared to give the left hook of my life. Keeping my fist in control, I aimed at his fucking chin. I closed my eyes and aimed. I heard this almighty crack, as my fist connected with his jaw. I guess that my claws had softened the skin. He jerked back and howled with rage. You can bet where I aimed my claws next, can't you? I thrust them up through his chin, a nice river of red bursting through. I would've stayed to lick up the mess, but I didn't want to. So I decided just to kick him between the legs a few times and finish him off. I made sure to run my claws into his heart a few times. Sure, it was hard going, and he still tried to swipe at me with those razor sharp horns of his.


I looked for my succubus lover. She looked lazily at her claws. I was beginning to wonder if my blood was spiked. This was not the first time someone had ended up all lazy like after sipping and accepting my bodily fluids. Was I that good that I'd exhausted her?


"Fuckin' keep still!" I spat, as he fell to the floor. I jumped up on him pretty much straightaway, making sure to keep my knee on his stomach. Its eyes looked at me in terror as it realised its fate. I mentally shrugged. Like his death would rest on my conscience long. He attacks me so he deserved to die. It was the second most enjoyable thing that I had done all day. Using my teeth and claws, I slowly tore away every single last piece of flesh, digging around until I could see the jelly-like soul that lurked beneath him…