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The Paladin and the Demon
by CyanideT
A buckskin horse in barding trotted along a dirt path. Its rider, a light blond man wearing light armour, appeared to betray no expression as he caught sight of a small village further down the road, but the corners of his mouth turned down ever-so-slightly.
The village of Adon was such a small place it only featured in some of the area maps, so it was no surprise that this was Leonric's first visit to it. When he received the direct order of his superior to head to it to investigate a knight's disappearance he had to mask his disdain, but while on the long journey he had time to dwell on feelings of something akin to disappointment. A paladin of the Holy Knights of Solha, sent to a backwards town while others fought against draconic forces and mighty necromancers. Of course he would never dream to express those feelings out loud, they were supposed to be bastions of Order and Balance and those thoughts were unseemly for a Holy Knight.
Caught in his thoughts, Leonric began feeling uneasy as he approached the village. He had trained for years to attune his senses to disturbances in the natural order, and right now a tingling sensation on the back of his neck alerted him that something was not quite right. It didn't worry him in the slightest: quite the opposite, he allowed himself the smallest of smirks before masking his expression once more. There was a chance the mission will have opportunities for my skills to shine after all, he mused.
As he approached the first houses at the edge of town Leonric saw his first villagers, working the fields. He was taken aback when he noticed the men were plowing the fields without hiding their shame, their sun-browned skins glistening under the unrelenting sun. They noticed him and, as commoners, bowed at him before continuing their work. They did not seem the very least embarrassed about it.
Leonric felt a self-righteous indignation building inside of him; it was quite common for villagers to undress down to their waists while doing hard labour, but he had never seen such a shameless display. His eyes lingered for a moment on their muscular, well-defined bodies as he slowly lowered his eyes, but before he could focus on their unhidden lower bodies he forced himself to look away from them. Their images stayed on his mind as he rode, confused, towards the village. His heart was pounding faster than before.
The dirt path gave way to a road badly paved with cobblestones as he entered the village of Adon, the uneven path zigzagging between shacks, barnyards and small houses. Oddly, the main street seemed deserted until he spotted a lad coming out of a stable wearing a leather smock and carrying hay. Leonric addressed him; he looked at him with a vacuous look.
"Well met. I am Leonric, paladin of the Holy Knights of Solha. I would request your assistance in dismounting," he introduced himself, looking down at the young man. He, for his part, stared at the paladin mouth slightly agape. Leonric was starting to suspect the lad might be a bit simple, but he finally dropped the hay on the ground and proceeded to help him off of his horse. Only when the young man took his horse away to the stable did Leonric noticed the smock was all he was wearing, his rear exposed to the elements.
Absolutely inappropriate, Leonric thought with a look of disdain. His mind wandered off once more to the naked men on the fields, lingering on their muscular bodies, and he shook his head. He wasn't sure why he kept focusing on that.
"Where can I meet the burgomaster of this town?" he asked when the young man returned, trying to mask his scorn for his nudity. He received nothing but a blank stare at his query. "The leader of the village?"
"Ah!" the young man responded belatedly, as if he had finally awakened. "The chief. I will take you to the chief."
As they walked uphill through the empty road towards what seemed like the biggest building in the village, Leonric couldn't help but steal quick looks at the posterior of his guide. It was distracting; he tried to look around the mostly quiet village but found himself constantly staring back at it, its pink and round shape reminding him of the juiciest of fruits. His mind in a haze, he found himself thinking of nothing else, only walking forward towards the plump arse.
"This is the place," the young man announced. Startled, Leonric realised they had reached the building. Had he been leering? Discreetly, he composed himself and entered the building.
Once inside he noticed the young man did not follow him. Instead, he remained at the entrance doorway, pointed to a double door on the back and left without a word before Leonric could thank him for his assistance. Still perturbed, Leonric approached the doors and rapped on them; he could hear movement on the other side and what sounded like muffled moans.
"Enter," a sultry voice commanded from inside the room.
The paladin stepped forward and opened the doors. The village chief was sitting in an oak chair behind a simple wooden desk, arms behind his head. At least, Leonric assumed him to be the chief even though he was much different than what he had envisioned: instead of an aging, balding fat old man, the village chief appeared even younger than Leonric himself. He was very tall and quite well built, which was made clear by his almost complete absence of clothing; the only piece of garment Leonric could see was a simple leather loincloth, bobbing up and down under his desk. Other than that he was naked from the waist up, showing off his well-sculpted torso and his closed leathery black wings. Two horns protruded from his jet black hair and his red, penetrating eyes seemed to burn like pieces of hot coal. He smiled sardonically at the paladin, who noticed the sharpness of his teeth.
Leonric felt something was amiss, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He furrowed his brow, trying to focus on what it was but every time it seemed to slip his mind; he was distracted by a wet, slurping sound and the occasional moan that seemed to emanate from under the desk. Realizing he had stood there in silence for too long, the paladin shaked his head and proceeded to introduce himself.
"Greetings, chief. I am..."
"A mindless paladin," the chief said in a smooth baritone. The man was not used to anyone addressing him like that, but he found he didn't mind. This was the chief of Adon, after all, he deserved the respect.
"Yes, that is correct. Your Lordship, I..." he wavered, confused. Lordship? This was not his Lord. This was the chief of a small, unknown villa. He composed himself and continued. "I apologise. As I was saying, I..."
The chief held one hand up, and Leonric closed his mouth mid sentence. "Hold," the chief said, stroking his abdomen lazily with one hand. "Do not forget, you are a visitor in our town, and as such you are required to follow our own local laws, you stupid mutt. Is that not so? A paladin must always follow the law."
"Of course!" Leonric was a little embarrassed to be chided like that. Had he committed an indiscretion? Was that the thing that was bothering him on the back of his mind?
"Then surely, the correct garments for men in my town did not escape your notice?" the chief continued. The paladin looked at him with a blank stare for a few moments until he finally reacted.
"Ah! Naturally!" he nodded in agreement. He started removing his light armour, starting with his forearm protectors. This must have been the thing that escaped me, he thought. Once all his armour was removed he stood there, dressed only in his smallclothes.
"Now, now, that is not all of it. I am afraid you are still a bit overdressed for the occasion. I could help you with that myself, of course, but I would prefer it so if you did it yourself like the whore you are. And you do want to please me, is that not so?" he cooed.
Why would I want to please him, Leonric thought for a moment before discovering that, to his surprise, he DID want to please him. It was only natural, it was his right as village chief and Leonric was in the wrong anyway. Still, it was embarrassing. With just the tiniest of trepidations he lowered his smallclothes, which pooled at his feet alongside the rest of his clothes and armour. He stood at the ready, completely bare, hands on his back as if awaiting his next command. He felt self-conscious about it, and for a moment it seemed to him that the chief was licking his lips.
"Very well. Tell me, slut, when was the last time you spilt your seed?"
An odd question, and a mortifying one to boot, but Leonric felt compelled to answer. He wondered why that was. "I am... I am embarrassed to say I had nocturnal emissions just before I departed on this journey."
"At your age?" the chief asked, amused. "Most unusual. It seems you are not spilling your seed nearly enough. Then again, your body would best be used as a receptacle of others. Now, you were about to tell me your reason for coming here."
Leonric stared at him for a bit, his train of thought derailed. The mention of pleasuring himself (an activity forbidden by the Order) brought to his mind's eye images of the strong, naked men at the fields and the young lad's rotund bottom. He shifted nervously from one feet to another. Why was he here? His mission... the knight. He grabbed on to that thought.
"Ah... A little more than a fortnight ago one of my brothers from the Holy Knights of Solha was dispatched to this village, and he has not yet returned. It is my understanding he was responding to a missive made by you, Your Lordship, asking for assistance with an unspecified trouble." He had called him Lord again; the chief didn't seem to mind, but he did.
"A fortnight, you say?" the chief pondered. "If that is the case, the letter might have been sent by my predecessor. You might be surprised to hear this, but I have only been leading this town for a little more than a week. I am sure my dear villagers will agree that in that time I have made some fantastic improvements to this place," he said. Leonric was surprised to hear an approving moan from the unseen figure under his desk.
The paladin nodded. "I understand. Even so, Your Lordship, I must insist. Did your predecessor leave no note regarding the troubles you had, or if a knight of our Holy order was here? His name is..."
The chief raised a hand, and Leonric stopped once again. "I care not about his name. I know every single one of my underlings in this place, yet not a single one by name. I do know their roles and the amusement they provide to me, and I know for a fact that knights make the best cocksuckers. It is only natural, then, that he would beeline to the best specimen of manhood in town... care to take a guess as to which one that is?"
Leonric found his throat dry. An answer to the question jumped immediately in his mind, but he was having trouble articulating it. The chief continued smiling at him.
"Everyone in my town has a role to play, but they are men and they have needs. They do need to blow off some steam... so, when a stranger arrived a little after I took on my current role I decided to give him a job appropriate to his station. You see, I do not like knights. Paladins, even less so," he leaned forward, his eyes blazing as he looked at Leonric. "So naturally, I gave him a position where he would use his skills to the fullest: I bestowed upon him the role of the town whore."
Leonric blinked, confused. His mind was getting muddled up again, and a strange scent was making it hard for him to think. He realised for the first time that the hairs on his nape were standing up, didn't that used to mean something? He felt the urge to do something, but he wasn't quite sure what it was. As if in a daze he approached the chief, walking around the desk as he did so.
The chief continued. "As I said before, knights make the best cocksuckers, and this one does not seem to get enough of me. He is constantly trying to scratch an itch that never quite goes away. Even now, as he pleasures me, he writhes and moans because he loves the taste of my cock."
And there under the desk he saw the missing knight, slobbering over the chief as he fellated him, barely stopping to breathe. Leonric did not immediately react as he saw him: the chief had already told him he was the new whore, it was only natural for him to be servicing such an important man.
Except it wasn't.
Something clicked on Leonric's mind; in a blink he reached for his sword on his waist, but the scabbard was missing alongside his armour and clothes. He gritted his teeth; the demon laughed.
"Finally awake? Glad you could finally join us."
"Get your filthy claws away from him," the paladin said in a low voice. Keenly aware of his own exposed body and lack of weapon, he tried to move towards what he now recognized as an incubus, only to find himself frozen in his spot.
"This is his reason to live, would you be so cruel as to deny that to him?" the demon said, laughing. "But let us see what he has to say for himself. You, whore, do you wish to go back to your previous life?" he asked the man servicing him, who had not stopped suckling on the demon's engorged member for a second. The man between his legs, his mouth full, simply moaned in response.
Disgusted, Leonric looked away from him. How had he allowed himself to be degraded so? He was an embarrassment to the Order, had probably secretly wished for such a treatment. I would never succumb to the demon's web of perversion, Leonric thought to himself.
"See?" the demon continued in a low chuckle. "I was of the belief that your order was supposed to be able to resist any carnal temptation, and yet it seems my influence over this town has been affecting you. Could it be that your will is not as strong as you seem to think?"
Leonric's pulse was racing. While he had never seen such depravity himself he knew all he had to do was clear his mind of impure thoughts. It was proving to be slightly more difficult than expected, perhaps in part because the sight of his partner-in-arms performing a forbidden act (he looked so eager, that pansy) filled him with rage, and yet the more extreme his emotion, the more he exposed himself to the demon's perversions. Already he felt something else growing inside of him, increasing with every passing moment. The slurping, wet sounds, the indecent moans, the powerful musk... they all threatened to overwhelm him.
I am better than this, Leonric assured himself.
"I can sense your weariness, yet I can taste something else... ah, I do wonder, could that be... lust? Are your loins filling with desire as you see your helpless companion in such a vulgar position? Or is it that you are jealous of him, and wish to trade places?"
"Stop!" ordered Leonric; it was foolish, the demon was quite obviously baiting him to lose control but he could not help himself. He was starting to feel frustration with his inability to take over the situation when he discovered, to his horror and humiliation, that there was some truth to the demon's words: his own manhood started to react, slowly but clearly rising up.
"And so it is," the demon smacked his lips. "It is so very nice of the Order to send a new whore down my way to play with. Come closer, I do wish to inspect you."
It was like fighting invisible strings that pulled his body in the demon's direction. He was having an internal battle of wills with himself but he only succeeded in prolonging the inevitable; in slow, stilted steps he approached the incubus as he tried to exert control over his own body. There was a part of him that was enticing him to just let it happen, it was so alluring for him to just... let go... but kept repeating to himself that he was stronger than that, he knew he was.
The demon grabbed him by his privates, which by now stood at full mast. Leonric flinched at the warm, surprisingly gentle touch. His mind was turning to mush and he felt his mental barriers wavering. Closing his eyes he steeled himself but that only seemed to amplify the erogenous sensations on his body.
"You did say it has been quite a while since you spilt your seed, and it is apparent with just a touch of these swollen things," the demon said, painfully squeezing on his testicles. "Let us proceed and see what else you can offer. Turn around."
The man did whilst clenching his teeth, enduring the humiliation; he despised the wicked touch but there was little he could do, his body moving on its own. Instead, he directed his energy into setting his mind blank to try and escape from the demon's malicious aura. His words were not making the task any easier.
"An ample rump, quite a sight." The demon whistled, grabbing his rear end with one clawed hand none-too-gently. "You expect me to believe it untouched by any of your goddess' lapdogs? I think you will find you are going to be quite popular in my little town; there are so many men to pleasure in town and this one," he rubbed the head of the knight on his knees, "can barely keep up. Let us try a piece of it ourselves, shall we?"
He stood up, pushing away with one hand the former knight between his legs. He in turn whimpered pathetically in the ground and stayed there, looking pleadingly at the demon with a look of absolute awe. Leonric saw him, and for the first time he felt fear. Was that his future, too? Would he, too, eye the demon like a bitch in heat?
While Leonric stood there, paralysed, the demon walked around him. He continued saying lewd things to him while tracing a single, sharp nail through his skin. A bit more pressure and it would have been enough to break skin but as it was it only provoked shivers, especially when they touched the stiff nubs in his chest, which he took hold of with two fingers and played with. The demon embraced him from the back and whispered dark words in his left ear as his hands wandered over his body; they were warm and they touched him with surprising lightness, leaving him wanting for more. His erection failed to abate, his senses flooded by his caresses.
The demon took hold of his erection with deft hands, stroking his length with one hand while at the same time nibbling his earlobe. Something hard was pressed against his arse, rubbing between his cheeks and marking the places the tip touched with wet spots. Leonric knew he was losing the battle of wills, maybe had already lost since he set foot on the damned town. The demon invaded his mouth with two hot fingers which he thought to bite and instead found himself suckling, moaning involuntarily as he did; soon, the saliva coated appendages exited his mouth and were instead pressed against his back entrance, now wet with the demon's slimy juices. He whimpered when they found their way inside of him, playing and stretching the formerly undefiled area.
"This feels good, does it not? Surprisingly good. But there are so many more pleasures of the flesh, and we are just beginning. For example... Are you at all curious about the abilities of your former companion? He has mastered the art of oral pleasures, but you will not have to take my word for it. Come, my pet," he called the former knight, who crawled forward with a look of hunger. He was eyeing Leonric's strikingly hard penis, licking his lips as he did so.
He wasted no time. Leonric saw him easily engulf his member in his mouth, and soon the sensations of his moist mouth were sending waves of pleasure through his whole body. He tipped his head backward and closed his eyes, forgetting himself for a moment and allowing his mind to be lost in the new and exciting thrills, pleasurable feelings taking over him. His groin tingled as he was pleasured by the expert tongue of the erstwhile member of the Order while the fiend gave him love bites and gently explored his insides with probing fingers as no one in his life had ever done.
Lost in the sensations, Leonric opened his eyes in surprise when he started to feel something queer building up inside of him. It was as if he felt the sudden urge to pass water but not quite, a feeling below his navel that went down like a jolt of lightning to the tip of his penis; he knew he would not be able to hold off for much longer. He whimpered, his heart pounding. If he had been honest with himself, he would admit to be scared of it.
Just as Leonric approached his impending release the demon took hold of his testicles in one hand and in one quick motion pulled down on them, twisting a bit. Leonric groaned; the pleasurable sensations subsided, replaced by a slow building pain in the pit of his stomach. He felt frustrated, as if he had walked to the edge of reason and then pushed back. His erection wavered, but already he felt it rising again under the administrations of the eager man on his knees.
"It is still so early, let us not finish our fun just yet," the demon whispered in his ear. "In fact, I do not think you should reach that other side, so let us make it so that you never walk pass that threshold. Approach it, yes, but never cross it."
The pain had dispersed the fog on Leonric's thoughts a little bit, and he saw the demon push the other man away (who looked distraught) and cup his abused testicles. A dim light pulsed for a few seconds and Leonric felt an increasing pressure around his whole member, ever increasing but not altogether unpleasant. When the hand stopped glowing he felt no different.
Giving him no respite the demon took hold of his saliva coated member and stroked his length with rhythmic, deliberate movements. Once more the paladin felt the sensations he had just moments ago, but this time the uphill climb was made all the much faster, soon feeling those familiar stirrings building up inside of him. They were pleasurable and still alarming, but he found himself desiring for that that had been taken away from him so cruelly. He was fast approaching it, it was there, just a bit more...
A few moments passed and Leonric groaned. He was still being stroked, and he could feel himself building up to a climax that never came. It was maddening. He was sweating, desperate for release, and when the demon stopped he felt himself panting; he bit his tongue, refusing to give in to the urges he wished to vocalise.
The demon laughed at the man. "Holding your tongue still? I am enjoying this, but I am not yet done with you." With one hand he pushed the man on the back. He fell on the floor in his hands and knees and found himself frozen in the spot, unable to move once more.
"Now we will explore some other exciting activities we can do with your body. No wonder you are shaking... the wait must be unbearing." Was he trembling? Leonric couldn't tell for sure. He felt on the edge and his penis was throbbing. He wished he could move a hand to it... a single touch, if he could only touch it at the very least...
A warm touch on his backside raised the small hairs on the back of his neck. He turned his head and stared wide eyed at the demon: he had removed his loincloth and placed his erection on the small of his back. It looked borderline menacing, not only was it bigger than Leonric's (and his was already bigger than most, not that he had compared) it was also as hard as steel. The place where it touched against his skin felt hot.
"Now you see. This is what you will serve; it is your reason to be, it is your everything. And you want this, you need this." It was not a question, and Leonric gave no answer. The demon took hold of his own erection and played with it, lazily rubbing it in between his cheeks. "Soon you will be begging me for more."
The words of the demon gave him goose flesh. Leonric was hard-pressed to ignore to himself the lust that threatened to consume him but he would sooner die than admit to it; he was trying to focus on feeling something else, anything besides the passion and fear building inside of him. In a dark corner of his weakened mind he identified how wrong the acts he was being forced to perform were; he focused on that withering rage, trying to build from that, finding in it a strength he had thought lost.
"I am Leonric, paladin of the Holy Knights of Solha! We are incorruptible!" he spat, turning his head to face the demon. He cackled, amused at the unexpected brazenness of the paladin.
"Incorruptible?" the demon said in between laughs. "This is but the beginning, you have no idea what I will do with you. I shall make you addicted to the seed of men so you will never have enough until your swollen stomach will look like a pregnant sow. You will be nothing more than a bitch in heat, a plaything that shall want for nothing but to pleasure other men; that and only that will be your whole purpose in this world." The sweet aroma in the air was becoming overwhelming, its strong scent like nothing Leonric had ever encountered before. He tried to hold his breath to no avail: his lungs were being filled with the powerful musk.
"I... shall never succumb... to your debauchery," the man wheezed. His head felt light, already his resolve wavering. It would be so much easier to give in... but he would never...
"But you already have, my sweet pet. Is this not proof of it?" the demon took hold of his erection and the man repressed a moan; the slightest touch gave him enormous pleasure. "I do recommend you take a good whiff; this will hurt otherwise." He pressed his erection against the man's entrance once more and Leonric grunted, feeling it make its way into him. The scent kept him in a daze and he felt himself unconsciously relaxing his muscles, opening up under the demon's unrelenting pressure. He was entering him and yet, Leonric was surprised and horrified to find, he felt pleasurable sensations instead of pain.
It was harder to remember why he had been mad in the first place. He vaguely recalled feeling degraded and humiliated but right now all he could focus on was the tingling sensation in his spine that made him arch his back, allowing the demon easier access. He had not been mistaken, the cock was huge. His insides were stretched to their limit yet part of him thought of his girth as a boon: it meant there was more of it for him to enjoy. His own penis was painfully hard, begging for release.
"You do not look quite as dignified now," the demon mockingly said. He was almost completely inside him now, having easily opened him up. Still, he was not done with his prey, he wanted him to want for more and for him to beg for it out loud. He thrusted into him with calculated movements, trying to drive him to cry in pleasure yet he resisted, covering up his own mouth with one hand to try to muffle his groans. The demon was joyous: his new plaything was proving to be much more enjoyable than expected.
"I can see how much you are relishing this. What I now desire is for you to express it; let us see what happens when your senses are enhanced, and your sensibility expanded."
The paladin felt something warm inside of him, a tiny speck somewhere in his backside that sent shivers down his spine every time the demon's cock touched it; his body was covered in sweat as the strange but not unpleasant feeling grew inside of him. He knew he had to fight it but it felt good, so very good... never had his body experienced anything like it. The warm sensations were expanding little by little with each thrust, no longer limited to a single spot but now covering an ever expanding area that took his breath away. His eyes rolled back as the warmth spread more and more, growing fast like a weed inside of him. It was driving him mad.
"Ah, now you feel it. The desire is increasing inside of you... but make no mistake: this is all you," the demon said with a grin. "Tell me now, tell me how much you want this."
The demon was taunting him, trying to provoke him but he was stronger than that, he had to be... and yet he felt his control slipping from him with every passing moment, replaced by unrelenting spasms of immense pleasure. The order... the tenets. If he could just focus on the tenets of his order instead of the demon's assault and vile words it would be fine, everything would be fine.
A Holy Knight of Solha must remain truthful and forthright at all times.
"I want this with all of my being," he replied breathless to the demon, and he immediately felt a wave of relief tide over him. He was so glad that he was being truthful and forthcoming, just as a paladin should. He felt the need to say more. "No, it is more than that: I require this, I need this, my Lord."
A horny knight of solha is gracious and compassionate.
"I thank you for the honour of servicing you, my Lord. This paladin's place is at your feet, and I shall gladly clean them with my tongue." Saliva ran through the corners of the man's mouth at the thought. "My whole body is for your use, please defile it in any way you desire."
A horny whore of... a whore of the paladins was...
"I am but a servant to you and to your magnificent manhood. Please, I beseech you my Lord, please make use of the body of this, your most humble servant. Use me as your plaything, fill this dirty paladin until I am unable to walk. I shall do as you desire." His whole body felt warm, but he felt so much better than before. He had made it, he had conquered over the demon's miasma.
A horny whore of the incubi did as his Lord required.
And suddenly Leonric felt the dark influence recede from him. Horrified, he realised not only what he had been saying, but also what he had been doing. The demon had stopped moving his hips, he was the one pushing back to sodomise himself with the demon's cock. He felt a horrible sense of shame as he stopped moving, yet the phantom pleasure lingered. Hauntingly, he could still savour it.
A few moments passed but the demon gave no sign that he would continue. Gingerly, shakingly, Leonric moved his hips, keenly aware of the stiff member still inside of him and his own erection. He moved until only the very tip of the demon's cockhead rested against his entrance, and with one sudden movement he impaled himself with it, feeling pleasure hitherto unknown to him.
With his last coherent thoughts Leonric knew the demon had given him one final chance to escape his fate, but at the same time, had loaded the dice against him by presenting him impossible pleasures. He was now a thrall to him and to his sensations.
And the man formerly known as Leonric realised he didn't care, not as long as he continued to experience the pleasures of the flesh.