The Pillaging of an Empire

by Amanda Clover

  Julyana had hoped it would not come to such a thing. Tales told of demons who demanded a steep price for their aid. But what was her soul now? Now, with the price of Nina’s freedom, her life, perhaps in the balance. How long could Nina survive in captivity? Julyana shook her head furiously. She hadn’t the time to hesitate. Nor to try and puzzle out greater sorceries. She needed help. And if it cost her a little more, she would gladly pay it.

  Julyana crossed the room, the strange warmth of the blue flames beating against her naked flesh. She’d abandoned her sodden clothes after the first day. The rags hadn’t given her an inch of coverage, and her nakedness didn’t bother her. Her large breasts swelled from her chest, her pussy a pink gash lightly topped with a thatch of hair. It actually felt oddly liberating to be naked.

  Today, her nudity served a second purpose. She fetched a jar of dark paint from the shelf and opened it. A brush was next. A wide space in the middle of the floor was cleared, Julyana suspected for just such a purpose with the previous resident, and now she carefully inscribed the markings she’d found in the book onto the floor. She was meticulous as only someone obsessed could be. Every sigil, every sign had to be perfect. Even when she finished she carefully walked around it twice, nodding to herself. Yes. Perfect.

  And now, the final touch. Dipping the brush into the jar once more, Julyana brought it onto her soft, pale flesh. She gasped, sucking in a breath to still her trembling hand as the brush slid over her skin in the strange designs of the dark tongue of demons. Protective markings that would give her the power to focus the spell, as the book commanded.

  She couldn’t help the shiver as the brush stroked the swirling patterns that climbed her breasts, or the gasp as she brushed the hard bristles over her sensitive nipples. As she put on the finishing touch, she felt strange warmth slowly radiate through the marks now decorating her naked flesh, her core tingling and nipples throbbing with that heady sensation of insidious desire.

  The book had warned her of these. But for her purposes she was reassured. It meant it had worked, turning her luscious, curvy body into a beacon for the denizens of the darker realms. She rose, looking down at the markings in the floor she flipped to the proper page of the book. Inhaling, she extended her hand over the runed circles and began.

  The words came easily, as she’d found such spellcraft to, her tongue never stumbling over the strange syllables. Power welled in her, filling her body once more, the heat of desire which warmed her began to burn. Racing through her veins and quickening her lust.

  Her voice rose. The candles flickered, their flames lowering. In the reddish gloom, she saw the glow of the circles on the floor, the sigils smoking against the wood.

  Her voice rose. Ringing out. Every syllable punctuating the air like a shockwave. Jars rattled on their shelves. The flames danced and flickered atop the candles. Her body pulsed. Her core ached with such a beat of pure need her legs nearly buckled. She slammed her thighs together, feeling the dampness between them, her voice shaking.

  Purple light flared from the markings. The air snapped and smoke billowed up out of the rings, swirling before her. Julyana’s voice wavered, her soul quailed at the understanding of what she was doing. What she was summoning into the world. Every fiber of who she had been railed against it, but she struck it aside. Who she was died in that hollow while Nina was used by the bandits. On the trail as he husband died to give her time to flee. She rallied, shouting the final syllable as if in defiance of what was good in her.

  The room shook. The air rushed into the rings, into the smoke. A laugh rose from within, fierce, booming. The space within the rings thundered as if something exploded. Julyana gasped, her legs giving way, all the strength rushing out of her and into the ring. She collapsed before the circle, the book falling with a thump to the floor.

  The air stilled, the room quieting. A musky, pungent scent tickled Julyana’s nose as the flames of the candles resumed their normal glow.

  Julyana stared at the ring as the smoke departed and revealed the figure in it.

  He was about as tall as a wug but thin like a gertling. A pair of stunted wings sprouted from his back and a spaded tail flicked about his legs. His skin was a lurid, feverish red and a pair of short horns sprouted from his bald brow. His cock was ludicrously oversized to his tiny frame and at the moment dangled flaccidly between his thighs. His wide mouth grinned at her and flicked his clawed fingers, conjuring a cigar from a flash of smoke.

  “Hey. How you doing?” the imp said before popping the cigar into his mouth.

  Julyana stared blankly. “What… who are you?”

  “Name’s Lugin. Imp, at your service.” The imp cut a mocking bow. As he rose he flourished his hand, a small bowler hat twisting from a flicker of black smoke. He placed it on his head and with a beat of his wings rose into the air. “So, have a name or should I just call ya mistress?”

  “You’re the demon I summoned?” Julyana said blankly.

  “I am. No need to sound too thrilled,” the imp said. He leaned back, crossing a leg over the other. He flicked his thumb, conjuring a tongue of flame he used to light his cigar. “Mmm! The air of the mortal realm. Oh it feels good to breathe that again.”

  Julyana took a deep breath. Demons were deceptive, she reminded herself. She firmed her face. “Demon. I am Julyana Stavov. And by the fires of the pits and the rings writ on my body and on this earth, I bind you.”

  “And what a body it is!” the imp said with delight. His wings fluttered, sending him circling Julyana, his eyes running up and down her naked frame hungrily. “Lady, you got an ass a succubus would kill for! Tits for days and just look at those hips. Oooh! I’m stiff already.”

  Julyana felt a flush climb her cheeks. She scowled at the imp. “You will obey me!’

  “Sure!” Lugin said, spreading his hands. “Sure I will! But ah, let’s talk deal.”

  “What deal? I summoned you! That was the deal!”

  “Well we could call it that. Sure! But ah, I’m not just any demon. Now look, you seem a nice girl. Miles better than the usual hag who summons me. Dancing round the cauldron at midnight, screaming about pricking thumbs and hurly burlies. So ah, tell you what I’ll do. I’m going to give you a once in a lifetime offer. I’m gonna agree not to jerk you around and tell you whatever you want to know, and let you bind me, and in exchange, I get a taste of that lovely cunt you’ve got.”

  Julyana started. “What!?”

  “I mean, my appreciation for a body like that is clear to see,” Lugin said, gesturing to his oversized cock, now erect and jutting. “But looking only does so much. And it’s been a long time since I got a real taste of womanly flesh. If you catch my drift. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

  Julyana narrowed her eyes. “I could compel you,” she said.

  “And I could screw you over,” the imp said. He plucked the cigar from his mouth, tapping free some ash that dissolved into coiling smoke. “But this way, we both get what we want with minimal fuss. And I’ll even make sure you enjoy it. So whaddya say? Deal?”

  Julyana scowled at the impetuous demon. But… was it really so terrible a deal? And more, could she waste the time trying to wrangle the demon? She sighed. “Very well.”

  Lugin grinned. Julyana gasped, the paint across her skin pulsing with a sudden heat. “Be-utiful,” the imp said. He fluttered to the ground before her. “Lie back, Mistress. Let’s get a look at what you’re hiding down there.”

  Flushing a little, Julyana eased back, propping herself up on her elbows as she parted her shapely thighs. Her quim was darkened with a streak of paint, arousal dewing her lower lips. The imp’s tongue flashed across his lips. “Oh baby, jackpot!”

  Julyana had read that imps were lusty creatures without restraint, and the eagerness that Lugin showed diving between her legs and hungrily eating out her wet quim proved that beyond a doubt. Despite herself Julyana cried out with pleasure as the imp nestle his face into her cunt, his tongue a firebrand that lit a heat in
her pussy that quickly spread across her with compelling lust.

  “Oh that is good,” the imp groaned as he tongued her, lapping up her rapidly flowing girlcum. “Oh baby it has been way too long!”

  Julyana gasped, panting. The experience so different from Lord Novor’s lovemaking. The feel of the imp woke a different kind of ardour in her. Something hot as a blade in the forge and no less intense. A lust that made her pussy drool with need and her body throb for the feel of a cock – any cock – inside of her.

  “Mnnn!” Julyana moaned. “You’re… ahn… licking me out so… so much…”

  Lugin cackled. “Never had a demon between your legs, eh? Though… mn… by the taste of you, I wager you haven’t had many cocks either. Near virgin!”

  Julyana panted. The imp’s saliva burned her pussy, inner walls twitching with every slide of his long tongue. “Ah… n-no… O-only o-one…nnnnnnnn!” she screamed as the imp’s tongue flicked a bead of pure liquid pleasure.

  Lugin cackled. “Really? That is a shame! But a welcome one. How’d you like my cock in there sweetling? I’ll show you some tricks no man can do!”

  “I oh!” she gasped, jerking as the imp’s tongue again slid against that sweet spot, long tongue curling around it and sucking the bead of her clit eagerly. “Ooooh yes! Y-yes!” Julyana gasped, beyond caring. Beyond thinking. “I… I need a cock. I need it in me. I… I need… ahn… need to be fucked!”

  “A wild one you are!” Lugin cackled. “Then get ready for it!”

  Pulling his face from her drooling cunt the imp aligned his beefy cock. He fairly staggered under the disproportionate heft of his erection. As the tip of his bestial prick touched her lower lips, Julyana threw back her head with a scream of uttermost delight.

  “Ahhhh!”

  Lugin cackled again. “You did need this! Well here it is!”

  He thrust.

  And the world exploded.

  Julyana came to herself lying against the wall, screaming and moaning, shuddering as Lugin pumped his massive cock into her squelching depths. She stared, panting, breath rasping through her plumped lips as if from a forge. Her whole body burned with a desperate, needy arousal. Sweat slid down her ripe flesh, smearing the paint she’d so painstakingly applied.

  “Ah! Ahn! Oh f-fuck me! Fuck me, demon! Ahn! Nnnnnn!”

  “Whaddya think… I’m doing,” Lugin grunted, his cigar bobbing as he plunged his girthy shaft into her hungry cunt.

  “Mnnnnnn!” Julyana moaned, her thighs tightening around the stunted demon as he rutted with her. “Oh! Ohhh godssss! Ah!” she gasped as she felt a tickle against her plush ass. His tail, she realized, her cheeks reddening even more with the feverish lust that raced through her. As her cunt clutched at his shaft, she shakily lifted her bottom, allowing the demon’s tail to slip between her cheeks and press against that tight inner ring.

  “Ohhhh fuck!” Julyana screamed as his tail slithered into her ass. She screamed her pleasure, her quim tightening as her orgasm burst through her.

  “Oh fuck’n yes!” the imp squealed, hilting his cock inside of her, plugging her sopping cunt with his massive shaft as he came.

  “Ahhhhn!” Julyana moaned as his burning seed flooded her hot depths. For a brief moment she recalled Terence, his unwillingness to fill her in the coat room. Shame shot through her as she thought of how this imp would do so on the dusty floor of a witch’s hut, her body streaked with paint and her ass quivering around the runty demon’s tail. But such shame seemed only to entice her orgasm. To spice it and send her to more earthshaking heights. “Yessss!” she cried. “Cum in me! F-fill me! Ahhhhh! Stuff me with your demon seed! Ahn! Take me!”

  She barely noticed how the marks across her skin flared, flashing a crimson glow across the room as if burning into her pale, quivering flesh. Lugin laughed as he saw it, his head practically enveloped in the acrid smoke of his cigar. “Oh we aren’t done yet. I can go on!”

  He plunged into her again, his spunk dribbling from her overstuffed quim, splattering on the floor where it sizzled. The cloud of his smoke reached Julyana’s face and she sucked it down, her head spinning in the haze. Her thoughts growing dim and strange as her lust rekindled. She greedily soaked down the ashen smoke, her body burning hotter, hotter, hotter with need.

  For hours the imp fucked her, pounding her tight cunt on the floor, her body thumping against her wall while her ass twitched and sucked at his tail. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of pleasure, Lugin unsheathed his cock from her pussy, admiring how his seed drooled down her stretched cunt. He grinned around his cigar. “Nice.”

  Julyana couldn’t answer. She could only slide down the wall, thighs spread wide, her breath panting from her. She only managed a feeble groan as the demon’s tail slid from her puckered backdoor, the flared tip of the tail momentarily stretching her tight asshole before popping free.

  The imp took an unsteady step back. “Whew! Been a long time since I felt a mortal’s cunt. Good for you too hm?”

  Julyana managed a shaky nod. “Y-yes… good…”

  The imp sighed. “Ah. Almost forgot how delicate you mortals are. Well,” he chuckled, patting her knee fondly. “Don’t ‘cha worry. You’ll get used to it.”

  Julyana nodded weakly. She shifted, stirring faintly. A thought trickled through the numb haze of her mating. “…And …the deal?”

  “Oh yeah,” the imp said, licking his lips as he looked over her pale, curvy body again. “I think we can work something out. Yes indeed. I think I have a lot to teach you…”

  Spellwork

  The barrel splashed into the dark waters below. Laboriously, Julyana turned the crank, hauling it back up. The well behind the witch’s hut was just inside the ring of stakes. As the bucket crested the lip she hauled it onto the edge and glanced once more into the mire.

  It was day. She figured it was. The mists of the Nightmire formed a paler glow during the daylight hours, and by their light she could just make out the stunted figures hunched over, watching her with their large eyes. Julyana glared at them, then half turned and gave her soft bottom a teasing spank. The meaty smack rippled through the silence, and she thought she could see a flicker in the eyes of the wugs. She scoffed at the creatures, hauling the bucket down with both hands and carrying it towards the hut, her gait swaying. Let the little monsters see she wasn’t afraid of them. Let them wish they could have her.

  She wouldn’t be theirs. Never.

  She pushed open the door and entered the hut. Lugin lounged atop the skull on the desk, smoking animatedly. He straightened as she staggered inside.

  “’Bout time! Right. Pour it into the cauldron.”

  With a grunt Julyana filled the dark cauldron from the bucket. She spoke a word, a snap of her fingers blazing the blue fire to life beneath the cauldron. The imp flapped over and perched on the rim, peering at the churning waters. “Good! Alright. Now, the trick of that is done. Next step for a decent scrying spell is… lessee here.” He flapped back over to the book and flicked the pages. “Right! Milk of mother’s teat.”

  “I think I saw some milk in the pantry,” Julyana said uncertainly.

  “Nah, that stuff’s curdled ta fuck. We need something fresh!”

  “Well where are we supposed to get that?” Julyana demanded tersely.

  The imp eyed her hefty teats. “I think I know somewhere…”

  Julyana followed his eyes. She planted her hands on her wide hips indignantly. She’d long endured the lustful eyes of men. That the wretched little imp did so had bothered her at first, but since he had demanded she reward him for his work with her shapely form she’d lost any care of his lechery. “I’m no mother, imp. Certainly I don’t have any milk to offer this spell.”

  “Weeeeellll,” the imp said with a suggestive grin. “There’s ways ta get around that. If you know the right spell, anyway.”

  Julyana frowned a little. Her arms rose, crossed protectively over her chest. “A… spell…”

  “Oh yeah,�
� the imp cackled. “What? You think that there aren’t going to be some changes to being a witch? I thought you wanted to help your friend.”

  Julyana bit her lip. Summoning this creature was one thing, but letting him alter her body… She flushed with shame. What did it matter if the imp transformed her? Didn’t Nina sacrifice her body to save her?

  “Fine. Let’s do it.”

  “Music to my ears,” the imp grinned around his cigar. “Now, lean over the cauldron nice and careful so your lovely tits hang over. And pull the buttfucking stool behind you.”

  “I wish you wouldn’t call it that,” Julyana muttered as she dragged the stool over.

  “Hey! I call’s it like I use it. Least I don’t call you the cumdump.”

  “Just get it over with,” Julyana snapped, her face hot from the imp’s crude words.

  “Geeze! Alright. Someone’s testy today.”

  Julyana frowned, leaning further over the cauldron, her bum pushed out and soft cheeks nearly glowing in the low light of the candles. The imp fluttered over to the stool behind her. A necessary tool when he felt like taking her from behind and didn’t want to tire himself by hovering. The imp took a deep drag from his cigar, plucked it from his mouth, and breathed out a great gust of smoke against her tender quim and ass.

  Julyana shuddered as the now familiar smoke tickled along her tender asshole and pussy. Heat bloomed through her with the imp’s lusty sorcery, her pussy moistening and ass growing acutely sensitive. The imp enjoyed this, knowing his sorcerous smoke made her impossibly sensitive for the inevitable rutting. Julyana loathed to admit it, but she enjoyed it too. After all, if this was the cost of his aid, then why shouldn’t she?

  She gasped suddenly as his tail poked her swaying breast. “What did… ohhhhh,” she moaned as a heat spread throughout her generous teat, a pressure building as the toxin surged into her nipple, hardening it to a jutting, sensitive point.