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Inquisitor Kale Draven left a trail of black blood in the snow as he returned to the village with proof of a job well done.

It was not a clean kill. That much could be discerned by even the layman as the inquisitor carried the head of the hag by its knot of wiry black hair. The neck ended in a bloody tangle, twisted and misshapen where it had taken at least three strokes to cleave the head free. All the same, the intensity was gone from the beast's eyes, and the green tint of the skin had paled.

The job was done. And so, there was no protest when he set the grisly trophy on the mayor's porch. Not much of anything was said in fact. The mayor paid Kale wordlessly. The inquisitor weighed the bag of gold in his hand and nodded. Their business concluded.

With a swish of his midnight coloured cloak and a tip of his wide brimmed hat, Kale turned once more to the road. But there was a cry before he could leave.

“Wait!" she screamed, running out of her home and leaping off the porch in naught but a flimsy night gown.

She was young. Younger than Kale by only a few years, and pretty too. Fair, doll-like features with long raven hair and dark eyes. Her slender body was wrapped in the gauzy material she'd thrown on in a hurry to make herself somewhat presentable. But the effort was for naught as she ran out into the mud, depraved things spilling past her red lips.

“Take me with you! Don't leave me here. I want to feel it again. The same as last night!"

The girl's mother and sister rushed after her, the older woman's face aghast with horror.

“Impale me on your cock and use me like a toy," the girl continued to cry as her family got hold of her and struggled to keep her back. But her family's tugging and the shocked gazes of her neighbours wouldn't stop her. “All my holes are yours. Fuck me in my ass, my pussy, my mouth. I'll let you have my throat. Bulge my throat out with your big cock until I can't breathe. Drown me in your cum every minute of every day. I'll never let your balls fill up ever again. Just don't leave. Don't leave me like this. I want it… I need it."

Everything she said he could do to her was but a pale shadow of their debauched time together last night. During the mayor's feast in honour of the inquisitor heeding their call for help, Kale had succumbed in a moment of weakness. The young woman was nothing much now, scrambling in the mud after him in her underwear, but at the feast she like the other girls had been made up, dressed in their Sunday best and scrambling over one another to catch Kale's eye.

He didn't know her name. She'd given it to him of course, but he couldn't remember. He did remember fucking her in every conceivable position until her screams of pleasure had carried across the entire village.

He had almost let the demon out of its box, but the fact she was still whole and this village wasn't razed to the ground was a testament to his self-control.

But the damage had been done all the same.

“Use me as your cock slave on the road! Share me out to others. Use my flesh for trade, just fuck me again, please! I want you inside me. I want to drown in your cum! Ravish me every night, please I'm begging you!"

She was addicted to him, to his sex and her sister and mother struggled to hold this feral young woman back.

Kale only pulled the brim of his hat lower over his brow and went to move on. Except as he went, he heard something other than the screeches of desperation. Glancing over he saw a woman standing in her porch nearby. Her arms were folded over her body to keep out the evening chill, her gaze distant and her full lips moving to sing a familiar, haunting tune into the wind.

From the dark, the inquisitor comes,

A handsome man living by blade and guns.

Brave… and… bold.

Shedding foul blood for coins of gold.

But beware, dear, precious child,

This man's a thing that belongs in the wild.

He will eat… our… souls…

Leaving heartbreak and woes.

Then back to the dark, the inquisitor goes…

As the final syllable of the rhyme rolled past her red lips, she turned her head and locked eyes with Kale, something judgemental burning in her gaze. And to Kale's surprise, he knew her.

She looked different after all this time. Kale finally realised how long it had been since he first passed through this village. The woman had matured much like Kale had. She had the curves of motherhood and a wedding band on her finger, but it was not her husband who had her first on their wedding night.

Kale vividly remembered spoiling her two years ago. The village had been accosted by a crone similar to the hag whose head he had just delivered. Every circumstance had been the same. From the feast in honour of his arrival, the young woman swooning over a brave handsome inquisitor come to save the village from a monster, to a night of hot and sweaty sex. And then the morning of withdrawal as she promised to do all sorts of depraved things to keep him close to her.

Except now; her withdrawal had passed and turned into resentment.

Kale looked over and saw the family were dragging their thrashing and cursing girl into the house as if she were possessed by a demon. In time she too would come to her senses, and she too would learn the hymn of the cursed inquisitor.

His story always had the same ending. Blood and sadness.

This was Kale's curse.

Fresh coin weighing his belt and woe in his wake, the inquisitor returned to the wild.

I

Kale rode north.

Work was getting scarce in the south. But the highlands were always home to some monster in need of killing.

Except it was cold for this time of year. Early autumn, and he and his horse were pummelled by snow and sleet. Kale walked at the steed's side, cloak wrapped tightly around himself and brim of his hat tipped down to shield his eyes from the barrage of weather. His horse shielded him from most of it, but the wind kept changing, and no matter how he tried it was as if the elements were sentient and thwarting every attempt he made to shield his body form this snaking cold trying to freeze him in place.

Kale didn't stop walking until he reached the edge of a frozen village. And he only stopped because he had trudged into crimson snow.

Shaking loose the reigns of his horse, Kale's hands darted to his pistols as he surveyed the area. What he had hoped was shelter and warmth was gutted. Windows were blown out and doors smashed in. bodies lay strewn around, blue and frozen solid in the snow with crimson smearing the crisp white like the careless brushstrokes of an amateur artist.

Ice encrusted wolves feasted on some of the bodies, their jaws crunching through crispy flesh and brittle bones. The crackle and pops only getting louder as Kale approached, cocking his left pistol with a deft thumb-stroke of the flintlock hammer.

The weapon let out a crack that echoed off into the distance, catching the wolves' attention. They lifted their eyes, partially terrified, but partially unwilling to part with such an easy meal.

The second shot blew up a puff of snow near the wolves, helping them make up their minds. The creatures darted, leaving the messy, half-eaten corpses behind.

But as the wolves loped off into the whiteout beyond the edge of the sacked village, the crack and snap of teeth on frozen flesh could still be heard.

Kale rounded a small house, sliding his empty guns back into their holsters, expecting to find more wolves.

What he found was a woman. Her bare back was to him as she seemed to have a man in her arms, kissing him passionately. Her head tilted side to side, the locks of her stark white hair flowing down over her shoulders. The snow didn't seem to stick to her fair skin, which radiated a warmth that had Kale feeling as if he had walked up to a hearth. It was entrancing, welcoming even. And while the inquisitor in him screamed for him to draw his sword, the man in him was drawn drunkenly forward, like a moth to the flame.

Her head twitched, pointed ears catching the sound of his boots crunching in the snow and she let go of her lover. The body slumped to one side, revealing the young man had been long dead, his face gnawed off to leave a crimson smeared skull visible.

Sensually rising, the woman turned on the spot, the blood smearing her face drying and floating off her pale skin like rose petals on the wind. Her features were not of this world. The youthful appearance of a bride prime for the picking, with sensual hourglass curves that hypnotised Kale in an instant. She was a flash of colour in the plain white of the snow, her skin casting something of a golden light into the dim, dreary surrounds.

Her voice only lulled Kale's hand further from the hilt of his sword.

“Greetings, my little inquisitor," she sang, the sultry tones of her voice snaking into Kale's senses and tugging at his muscles. He went slack, almost staring through her as she eased herself closer. “What brings you to the domain of the Snow Queen?"

She was on him in an instant, the soft skin of her hand gently gliding over his cheek. Her touch was cold, but not unpleasantly so. It was crisp, invigorating. And coupled with her gorgeous curvy body, made the erection pressing against the rough fabric of his pants throb almost painfully.

Her pale eyes flitted down and she bit her bottom lip mischievously as she noticed.

“Never mind. My mistresses are sure to reward me for warmly welcoming a handsome stranger to our land."

She eased herself down to her knees, sitting before him submissively as she pulled at the front of his pants. She fumbled, on purpose no doubt, like a virgin exploring the twitching bulge for the first time. Bit by bit she undid the knotted chords and opened the buttons, then with a wide-eyed gasp gripped her eventual prize in one hand.

She spoke to all the masculine instincts within him. It was impossible for his iron-hard cock not to pulse excitedly in her cool grip. Kale knew full well he wasn't any bigger than your average man. But the nymph's little act, while obvious, was a trap from which his sense of masculine pride could not escape.

She stroked the length experimentally a few times, then stuck out the tip of her tongue and teased the glans a moment. The warmth, wetness of her tongue complimented the cool touch of her skin and Kale almost came on the spot. She felt him pulse, and with a giggle pulled away, teasing her thumb almost annoyingly over the tip. Mouth open, eyes fixed up at him in a girlish gaze, she smiled and worshipped the length with her cold, fair cheek. As if she enjoyed drawing the warmth out of his body through his rigid stem.

“It feels so nice on my skin. I wish I could wrap all my body around it and hug it tight inside me," she whispered. Then pausing to think her boudoir smile widened a little. “Oh wait. I can."

His cock then disappeared between her full red lips. Her tongue slid warm and tender across the underside of his member, cradling it lovely as she suckled gently, bobbing her head back and forth enthusiastically.

Kale's hands hung limply by his side. Her hypnotic hold on him was all that kept him from tangling his fingers in her hair and fucking her face in earnest. The primal beast within him was almost impossible to contain, but given the nymph's divine skill in sucking the essence from his balls, he was content to hold still and leave her to it.

It wasn't long before there was a dark growl escaping his lips, as his whole length clenched against the roof of her mouth. He thrust forward a little, making the nymph gag involuntarily, and no sooner could she pull back to catch her breath he spurted his seed into the back of her throat.

The reaction was instant. Kale immediately had control over himself once more. And instead of his life force draining down the nymph's gullet, the fair creature gave a panicked squeal and tried to pull away, her eyes now widening with panic as she tasted what was hiding in the core of this deceptively mortal inquisitor.

Kale did not let her. His hand grabbed her by the hair and he yanked her brutally back down as his seed flooded her mouth. He slid into her throat making her choke and gag, the next few ropes of cum sliding directly down her gullet. She coughed, some of it bursting from her nose and past her lips, dribbling down her face and smearing her aspect horribly. Tears burst from her eyes as she tried to breath and failed, gagging and coughing on his cock some more before he let her go.

She ripped herself free of his cock, falling flat on her back and writhing around. Steam hissed from her skin where the seed was draped over her face and she retched hard a few times, before vomiting a gut-full of dark corruption into the white snow.

She was gasping with panic, thrashing and crawling back from Kale who was still breathing hard in the aftermath of his dazing orgasm.

“What are you?" she demanded between choking and vomiting more of the corruption.

What are you!? It was something the young woman in the village had screamed last night when she rose from one orgasm to the other, mind broken with pleasure as Kale relentlessly fucked her into a drooling stupor.

Kale didn't have an answer.

By the time Kale reached for the sword on his back, the nymph backed away. She rolled other feet and dashed off into the blizzard, becoming one with the ice and snow from whence she came.

Kale jabbed his blade into the ground and leaned on it heavily, catching his breath. And behind his eyes, a demon stalked, chuckling as it whispered something about its imminent release. Repayment for protecting him from the nymph's life-sucking mouth.

It took a great deal of effort for Kale to whip it back into its cage.

That night Kale camped in the lee of a charred building. Hiding away inside the razed building was unsafe as the fires that had gutted the village had affected the structures, but also pointless as the wind wound in through the broken windows and doors to find Kale no matter where he hid.

He set his cloak up like a tarp to try and break what was left of the wind as he laid out his gear. It was a familiar circle of death. Knives around the nine and three o'clock, his longsword at twelve o'clock directly in front of him and his pistols between. Every part, every whetstone, bullet, oily rag, they all had their place in the kill-circle. As Kale went about cleaning and loading his guns, sharpening his blades and preparing supper over a small fire, he could have performed the choreographed tasks blindfolded.

While a kettle boiled water for tea, Kale recorded his encounter with the nymph in his journal. His handwriting was pragmatic and lacked flair, but his words were strung together with authorial competence. He'd often mused making gold selling his exploits as tall tales of adventure and blood when he got too old to slay monsters. If he ever lived to such an age of course.

Given his encounter with the nymph, that was unlikely. She wasn't the first creature to have charmed him, and she wouldn't be the last. He had been lucky his essence had weakened her. It had happened before in the past, but those encounters hadn't been as pleasant as this one.

As he recalled the events to note them in his journal he mused about the nymphs exquisite skills with her lovely mouth. How many men had fallen to her charms, only to die within the heaven between those lips and on that slippery, wet tongue?

He wondered if any had survived her to enjoy the afterglow of orgasm before they were sucked clean of their life forces and left to freeze in the snow. Her body-count had to be in the hundreds. She was a plague on this earth and he'd do well to deal with her.

He had it all planned out. Nymphs could move fast in their element. This one could cross miles of blizzard in seconds. But her weakness was an ironically human ego. She'd come back at Kale for a second try, but this time he wouldn't hesitate.

The western section of the town made for an ideal ambush point. When she came back, she saw the cloak fluttering in the wind and silently glode through the packs of snow. The nymph then tore aside the cloak…

Only to gaze down upon the empty bedroll. That was when he struck.

Pain lanced through the nymph's head as she was knocked clean to the ground by a weight falling on her from above. When the double vision cleared, a gloved hand grabbed her around her perfect little throat and tightened, making her gag as her eyes bulged.

The inquisitor leaned over her heavily, smiling toothily with a wicked glare in his dark eyes. Kale's expression lacked the humanity the nymph was familiar with in her victims. She looked at him with a pained expression, falling back on the innocent fairness of her appearance to charm him.

But it had no effect. In fact, it only served to encourage the growing bulge in Kale's pants as he leaned forward and licked the cold skin on her cheek.

She clutched his wrist, sensing where this was going, gaping pleadingly for air as Kale squeezed her throat again. His free hand worked open the front of his pants as the nymph tried to kick him off, but only squirmed like a virgin feeling a tongue on her cunt for the first time.

“It's time for your punishment," Kale rasped in a voice that wasn't his, pressing his weight down on her.

As she pleaded and kicked, Kale gripped his rigid length in one hand and lined up to her ass. She gasped as he shuddered at the unexpected twist, feeling the warmth of his glans spearing the soft globes of her ass apart to settle the crown on her virginal rear entrance.

“No, please! Take my pussy! Take my throat! Anywhere but there!"

Kale ignored her and pressed forward. The tight ring of flesh did not yield, even as a little of his precum dribbled into the cavity. His first push was resisted, but bit by bit as his fluids coated the head he was able to slip in at a slow, agonising crawl.

“Don't! No, please, stop! Stop, stop, I-… aaaaaah!"

Her pained scream turned into a choked gargle as Kale's fingers tightened around her pretty throat. With a brutal shove he rammed his cock into her ass. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, eyes open and brimming with tears of pain. Only the head was in, and he eased back offering her a bit of relief.

Then he yanked her hard again and slammed a few more inches of cock into the previously unexplored hole. Kale bared his teeth with pleasure, but fought for focus and held back. She was so tight and hot, he almost filled her bowels with his seed right away. And then their fun would be cut short.

Tightening both hands around her neck, he rolled his hips, and with a slower, smoother motion slid all the way into her ass. She gargled and choked, eyes rolling as she kicked as best as she could. But her knees were up against her chest and she didn't have the strength to wriggle away. The colour was draining from her face as Kale thrusted and thrusted, fucking her ass in earnest now.

Her eyes turned vacant as Kale rose to orgasm. Her legs didn't kick as hard anymore, and her nails no longer bit into the flesh on his wrist. Bit by bit her resistance faded as the spark in her eyes dimmed. Her mouth hung open, gasping, begging for air that would not come. Her body went limp, undulating with Kale's thrusts as he hungrily groped at her swinging breasts with his free hand…

Kale gasped, realising what he was doing. He was knelt alone in the snow again, in the midst of his organised little camp. The front of his pants hung open with his hand pumping his throbbing cock. The veins in his hands stood out against his cold skin, black with corruption as the darkness within him fought to come out.

In his mind the monster cackled.

Stupid, he cursed at himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Quickly Kale wiped his hands in the snow and went back to his journal, his most reliable confidante, to make note of his slip into the darkness.

Years ago when their numbers had been greater, Kale had confided in a fellow inquisitor, Draigo Vale about these dark desires within him. Draigo being optimistic, and equally un-helpful, thought little of it.

“When you deal with dark," Draigo often said, “dark gets in you."

Such seemed to be the eventual fate of even the best inquisitors. Those who turned to the darkness were as many as those who were slain by it. And like many before him, Inquisitor Draigo Vale had died in Kale's arms.

Mortal friends were not as reliable as his journal.

For now, there was need of some penitence. Stripping off his shirt, Kale faced the fire as the icy wind crept over his bare skin. Folding his leather belt in half, he swung it over his shoulder and lashed himself across the back. It was not hard or brutal enough to add to the trellis of scars etched across his body, but enough to sting harshly in the cold. The pain focused him, pushed back the demon and reminded him of what could happen if he ever let the beast off the chain.

But it left him vulnerable. It numbed his senses, his sense of awareness. It lulled him into a numbness that was both comforting… and cursing.

The crunch of a foot sinking into the snow jerked his eyes open and with a hand on the hilt of his sword, Kale whipped around.

An icy club came down on his head before he could do anything else, and the comforting numb turned into an ocean of black.

II

Kale felt incredibly stupid. But even more so when he woke naked shackled in ice.

His arms were suspended above his head, and he stood on the tips of his toes, bands of ice sharp and numbing, cutting into the skin around his wrists. Frost clung to his pale flesh as he shivered, with dots of white in his eyebrows and hair. His breath came out in a shuddering, jumpy cloud of fog as his eyes darted about the chamber he found himself in.

It wasn't a large cavern. But it was decorated in the way Kale fully expected the lair of an evil beast. To his left and right hung two other bodies, each young man frozen solid and emaciated as if most of their bodily fluids had be sucked out of them. Nearby steam rose from Kale's freshly slain horse, the body still twitching as if the poor creature had survived its disembowelling.

It was long dead however, and the source of the movement revealed itself as a monster rose up from behind the bloodied animal.

The equine heart in her mouth, delicate jaw moving as she chewed, and blood dribbled from her red lips, the witch sighed and shuddered as if enjoying the pleasurable flavour of a cosmopolitan cuisine. Her skin was stark white like snow, perfectly sleek and unblemished as if carved from marble and glistening with billions of little ice crystals coating her flesh. Her eyes glowed with light blue fire, and her hair was made of ice, almost like slicked back horns cascading down to her shoulders. Icy talons tipped each slender fingertip and her mature, but athletic and sumptuously curvy body was clad in lingerie and a pair of high heels sculpted in blue tinted semi-translucent ice, hinting at feminine features below. Tights up to the mid-thigh were held up with garters over her slender hips, with a bra that left the upper circumference of her pale blue nipples exposed.

Kale's eyes lingered on the tight, hairless quim between her slender thighs, blurry but visible through her icy panties, and he could feel the blood rushing to his cock. A snarl of lust rumbled in the back of his mind and he struggled to avert his eyes.

The witch in the meantime rose to her feet, glassy pumps giving her an extra six or so inches of height, the daggers heels cracking noisily on the icy floor as she moved around the dead horse. As she walked with a seductive sway to her alluring hips, Kale's eyes couldn't help sway from side to side in time with her steps, his desires burning for nothing short of ripping open those gorgeous, trim thighs and plunging into her pussy. Her body begged to be ravaged in every possible position, and Kale felt his body yank at his bonds. He wanted her close to him, to feel the icy cold of her body against his, her gorgeous features, be it her tight little quim or those full, pale blue lips wrapped around his cock.

The witch wasn't watching him however. As she moved, the blood drying instantly and flaking from her skin like flower petals in the wind, she considered two figures entering the chamber to greet her.

“Tara," the thicker of the two newcomers greeted.

This woman was shorter than the first witch, but with identical enough features that they were obviously sisters. Her eyes glowed the same colour, with a curlier sculpt to her icy hair and identical high heels with tights and a translucent negligee draped over her hips and breasts. She also had a thicker frame, but her curves were bountiful enough that she passed as buxom rather than fat. She had a rounder chin as a result, but had the same lovely feminine features Kale wished to see twisted into an expression of orgasmic stupor as his cock slid between the soft cheeks of her incredible, pillowy ass.

“Ursula," the mature sister Tara greeted back, before looking with a fond smile at her youngest sister. “Slive."

Slive was the youngest, a little taller than Ursula and skinnier than the two older witches combined. She had a stringy build, a flat chest and long, slim legs with a noticeable gap between her thighs. Her hair was short, pixie like and she had youthful, sharp features of a woman just over the threshold of womanhood. She had tights and garters with a bra and panties like her oldest sister, and wore high heeled calf boots with thicker, blockier heels.

With a wicked smile, Tara swept Slive up in her arms, making the youngest witch squeal with surprise. Slamming the young woman into a cavern wall, Tara easily balanced her slim legs over her shoulders and tore away the icy panties in her way. Her tongue then delved into the tight, virginal quim inside, spearing her nubile lips and lapping at the so far unspoiled flesh yet to taste the cum of a man.

Slive's reaction was immediate, gasping and panting like the first time she'd ever been eaten out. She seemed particularly sensitive, easily overwhelmed by the feelings ripping from her curling toes up to her parted lips, a long orgasmic squeal escaping her throat. She clawed at the wall to which she was pinned, legs shaking uncontrollably as she came all across her sister's mouth.

Tara giggled up at her. “Oh, sister, you're so easy," she teased, frost forming on the lower half of her face as Slive's cum froze on her skin.

Slive's eyes were still rolling, biting her bottom lip as she was lowered to her shaking legs. She stood unevenly, knock kneed and trembling holding her mature sister for balance… at least until Tara moved elegantly away, having satisfactorily tormented her little sister. Slive fell almost immediately, writhing on the floor as Ursula stood moaning over her.

The thicker witch had watched the whole time, lifting up the scant front of her skirt and sliding her sharp fingers down the front of her panties. Despite the bladed tips of her fingers, she half squatted, giving Kale an even better view of her perfectly sculpted ass gyrating forward and back, rubbing her clit vigorously as she watched her little sister cum hard across Tara's lips.

As Ursula was finishing herself up, Tara finally set her eyes on Kale and sauntered seductively over. “

“Does our show please you, little inquisitor?" she asked.

Kale grimaced and blurted out “No!"

It made Tara giggle however. She set a talon on his chest and raked it leaving an angry red line in his skin, down along his flesh until her frigid hand gripped his fully erect cock tightly. The touch made Kale gasp.

“A man's mouth always tells such lies. At least his cock always speaks true," Tara said with a smug smile.

Then biting her lip she sank down to her haunches, face to face with the crown of her new prize. He breathed in his musk deeply, pressing her face to the face and then sliding her features all the way up to the tip where she planted a wet little kiss and a teasing lick. Just a taste to go with a smell of what had fallen in her lap.

Her hand massaged his balls, the other set firmly on his lip as she rubbed her face up and down the length, alternating between stroking her palm along the shaft, her cold cheeks and her icy lips planting wet kisses on the most sensitive parts. Despite her lack of warmth, it felt incredible, an overload of new sensations Kale's body ached to explore further.

Already he could feel the monster growling for release in his mind, and given his predicament he half wanted to let it out. But there was no telling if he could ever put the lid back on Pandora's Box if he opened it now, so he bit down and held back, waiting patiently for an opening.

Tara crooned, as if sensing the churning in his balls. “Mmmm, I can feel it. All that cum, begging to come out."

Kale grinned wryly. “Why don't you have a taste? You might enjoy it."

With an irate twitch in her eye, she pulled back then flicked him painfully on the head, making Kale's whole body spasm against his icy bonds.

“Don't think me stupid, little inquisitor." She stood and snapped her fingers. “Xaniphe told me all about your infernal nature."

Kale didn't realise she was in the room until she quietly rounded his restraints. The ice nymph from the decimated village, naked as ever carried a small tray made of blueish ice in one hand and presented it like a handmaiden presenting a bauble to her mistress. Tara took the object on the tray and waved her young slave off. But Xaniphe flashed Kale a smug grin before she quietly sauntered away between the other two witch sisters.

Tara held what looked like a leather ring. It stretched a little between her fingers as she worked it over the tip of Kale's cock, then slid it right down to the base where she stretched it again to fit his balls through. He squirmed and gasped uncomfortably as Tara worked, until finally the device secured firmly around his genitals and Tara admired her handywork.

“There. That should prevent… accidents."

Stepping back she beckoned the younger witches closer. Ursula bounced over immediately and squatted before Kale. But as Slive tried to reach forward and grasp his member, wide eyed with awe and curiosity, Tara caught her wrist and pulled her into a tight, sisterly hug from behind. One hand immediately tweaked her bare nipples while the other slid down between her thighs.

“No-no, baby sister. Not you," Tara whispered in her ear. “You don't get to touch my toys. Just watch Ursula work for now."

Slive only nodded, squirming and moaning as her big sister's fingers delved into her depths and rubbed gently.

Ursula in the meantime took Kale's cock in a two handed grip and started massaging the length from base to tip. It felt incredible the way her cold hands twisted with every firm, tight stroke, her silky palms naturally slippery and as soft as a woman's fleshy core.

But what was more amazing was the plump witch's breasts. She eventually pressed closer and with a devious grin wrapped her bountiful cleavage around his erection, and impaled the soft valley with the same firm strokes her hands delivered earlier.

Kale moaned, trying to hold back. He didn't want to give this witch the satisfaction of milking him, but he couldn't help it. before long he rushed to the precipice of an orgasm. He clenched, feeling that rush of cum building up. His balls tightened. He gaped, ready to roar and paint his dark seed across this whore's face…

But nothing happened. Kale released and he came down just before he hit the pleasurable high. And not a drop of semen leaked from the tip. His balls settled and churned in frustration as Ursula giggled and alternated back to her hands, fitfully stroking him again.

Kale growled, almost mimicking the demon's frustration in the back of his mind.

“What is this!?" he hissed. “What have you done to me!?"

“We practice safe-sex in this house, little inquisitor," Tara teased as her strokes in and out of Slive's quim gained pace.

She was rubbing in circles, two fingers vigorously working the young witch's g-spot. Slive squealed as she collapsed into her sister's grip, ankles buckling over her high heels as a wet orgasm gushed down her inner thigh, leaving a glistening icy trail as it froze immediately on her skin.

“That device," the eldest continued to explain, “prevents you from spilling your infernal seed. So we can have some fun without any unforeseen consequences."

There was an evil laugh, but it didn't come from any of the ice witches.

“They mean to torture you, boy," the dark voice in his mind growled with a snigger. “And they'll do it with your greatest weakness. Lust. Unless you let me out."

“Go away," Kale growled darkly.

“Oh, I have no intention of going anywhere just yet," Tara said, thinking he was talking to her.

Taking Ursula's place, she opened her mouth wide this time and Kale watched his cock disappear inside.

Her mouth was cold as a blizzard, but wet and slippery. And above all, tight. She barely sucked as she bobbed her head back and forth on the length, ignoring the head crashing into her soft, tight throat. Before long Kale was rocking his hips to meet her thrusts, enjoying the lavish strokes of her tongue working every inch of his member.

For torture, this was oddly divine. But in the pleasure of it all, Kale completely forgot what was coming.

He clenched, feeling his cum rush against the dam as if he was holding back to bask in the moment longer. Then he released. The dam broke. He expected his cum to rush up the shaft and explode into Tara's mouth…

Nothing happened. The feeling faded just moments from orgasm and Kale was left hanging there, erect and unsatisfied as Tara pulled back calmly and planted one more teasing lick up the length.

She giggled cruelly, standing and hooking a talon under his chin to bask in his shocked, frustrated expression. “Try to get some sleep, my little toy. You'll need it for the fun we're going to have tomorrow."

Then with wicked laughter the three sisters sauntered away arm in arm, the crack of their heels on the cave floor fading into the distance. Leaving Kale alone for a sleepless night, stewing in sexual frustration and meditating away the encroaching darkness.

True to Tara's promise, this horror went on for a long time. Day after day the routine was the same.

They came to him in the morning with a show, the three sisters touching and pleasuring each other for sometimes hours at a time, forcing Kale to watch and listen to them moan and squirt and wail.

Then the torture would really begin. They would fall on him, touching and raking their claws across him. Their icy presence would leave Kale sore and shuddering in minutes, but at the same time yearning more.

Made worse by Tara's ministrations. The rule was that his cock belonged to her. The others could please themselves as they liked on him, humping his numb fingers or in Slive's case, dragging her tight quim up and down his thigh until there was a sheen of ice coating his skin. Their claws all the time biting into his flesh or pointed teeth drawing blood from a nipple.

Tara at the same time suckled and stroked his length, carefully and meticulously. Her tight mouth was unbelievably skilled and each time it took little effort at all to draw him up o orgasm. But with the ring secured around his cock and balls that was all he got. All of the rise, never the high. And time and time again he was denied the release he craved, no matter how he roared and raged at her.

Each night, as he teetered on the point of deadly hyperthermia, Xaniphe would close the evening by applying a warm, healing salve. And then the process was repeated.

Days passed this way. Maybe a week. Kale couldn't keep track. Food and water were shoved down his throat, and every night Xaniphe the nymph would apply a healing salve to his skin, the only warmth he would receive each day, putting off frostbite and death by cold.

It was torturous.

One night, the sisters putting on another show, Kale watched hungrily and almost worked himself up to orgasm just by thrusting and clenching in the air. Ursula had conjured a long, gleaming cock of ice and slowly slid it into Tara from the behind. The elegant sister took it like an upper-class whore, keeping a composed smile as she gasped, pussy swallowing the whole thing smoothly.

Then as Ursula rocked back and forth, Slive began to beg for the same treatment. It seemed she wanted to be penetrated, by a man preferably, but anything would do. But Tara would not allow it. She wouldn't even allow fingers to slide up inside her.

But Tara's tongue lapping up and down the youngest sister's quim was just fine.

She balanced on her heels, keeping her ass off the back of a lounger comprised of packed snow as Tara knelt across the glistening couches with one leg outstretched to one side, giving Ursula unfettered access to thrust deep into her depths. There must have been magical feedback through the icy strapon, as Ursula moaned and threw her head back with pleasure. Slive at the same time held her slit level with Tara's mouth as she ate deeply, quickly making the young woman squirt all over her sister's lips.

They were so close, and completely forgetting the thing keeping him from cumming, Kale's body thrust in their direction as if a primal force drove him to penetrate one of them. Slive saw this and lost control for a moment. Still being eaten out by Tara, she leaned over and stuck her tongue out.

The tip only barely grazed the crown, but Kale was so sensitive he almost burst right there, forcing the magical cock-ring to begin charging. But before he could thrust into her tight little mouth proper, Tara screamed.

Pulling herself off Ursula, to the chubby sister's dismay, Tara grabbed Slive by the throat and dragged her away furiously. The session was over, and in her rage she denied pleasure from everyone. Ursula took special care to run her talons into Kale's gut before leaving, as if it were his fault.

Xaniphe tended to the bleeding with the healing salve, and within hours fresh skin had grown over the punctures, sensitive and raw, but properly healed all the same.

The night brought no solace as the thing writhing abot in his soul kept him awake with its snarling.

“You are dying, inquisitor," it hissed, whatever 'it' was.

Kale was not so ignorant to be totally unaware of the thing dwelling in his soul. There were few entities that would do such a thing. Demons were among the abominations Kale had killed his fair share of. Such things attached to a man or woman's soul and ate away at them, forcing them to commit greater and greater atrocities.

But while this had the same modus operandi, it did not eat at Kale's soul like the typical demons he knew of. Nor did it attach to him during his teens or adulthood. This thing had been a part of him from birth, darkening his childhood with lust no small boy should be capable of being plagued with. He remembered all the nights masturbating to thoughts of his motherly, caring schoolteacher. And often sporting erections when his mother bathed him.

Perhaps that had been part of the reason the woman did what she did when he came of age.

The point was, 'it' was evil and he dared not entertain it's musings.

“Leave me," Kale growled, chin on his chest as he dribbled with each syllable, trying his best to sleep but failing.

To his surprise, a feminine voice answered. “But I have to know."

Slive quietly swished into Kale's field of view as he blinked, bleary eyed trying to see if her infernal sisters were nearby.

“I'm alone," Slive breathed softly, moving closer. She was naked, and barefoot so the rack of her high heels wouldn't give her away. There was something of a breathless smile on her lips as she looked him up and down with awe. “I've never been alone with a man before. Tara will not allow it. But you are different from the others we've played with. I can't hold back and obey my sister any longer."

“What do you want from me, witch?" Kale growled in a low tone, almost wanting to shout and call the other witches so this bitch could be punished for whatever infraction she was apparently committing.

“I want to know what it feels like."

Slive moved closer, then gripped kale's cock in one hand. He immediately pulsed in her small, slender palm, making her gasp excitedly. She shuddered, dragging her grip up to the head, then experimentally back down to the base. It felt incredible, and no doubt Kale would be worked up to another disappointing orgasm-less climax if she kept going.

“It feels incredible." Slowly Slive sank to her haunches and took him in both hands, lining the crown to her lips.

She opened wide, sticking her tongue out as far as it would go, then rested the glans on the soft, wet organ. It was as cold as Tara's, but Kale sighed all the same as the ache at the base of his cock relieved a little. His balls stung for release and he automatically thrust deeper into her mouth.

Slive clearly had no idea what she was doing, but enjoyed it all the same. She was humming and sighing, mouth hanging open as Kale thrust in and out of her, cupping her hand under her face to catch lines of drool dribbling from the tip of her tongue.

The other slid down between her thighs, rubbing her wet pussy in a way Tarra usually did for her.

Her pussy squelched, juicy and inviting. And above all, unplundered by any other man on this earth. She was a virgin, Kale could discern as much by the way Tara didn't allow her to be penetrated. So that meant she'd be tight. Tighter than any woman Kale had ever had, given her already skinny. Kale had stopped caring about the cold long ago. He didn't care if his penis froze upon entering her, he just wanted this horrid cock-ring off so he could plunge into her depths and melt her frigid core with a thick blast of his hot semen.

Finally, Slive pulled back, gagging for a moment as Kale jammed his crown into the back of her throat. But she coughed for a bit and stood smiling, licking her lips.

“It's delicious. And it feels so good in my mouth."

“It feels better somewhere else," Kale suggested hoarsely. “Release me and I'll show you."

She seemed sceptical for a moment, but was disarmed by Kale's smile.

“I promise you. Release me and I'll take you from here. I'll show you the pleasures you'd been denied. I'll penetrate you in any way you like. I'll be at your beck and call any time you have need. I'll make you feel like a complete woman."

Slive's breath shortened with excitement. She was stroking his cock up and down, faster and faster the more he spoke and the more he promised. Then when he finished, she nodded vigorously.

“I want it. I want to feel like a complete woman. Take me now!" She eased up against him, her breasts flattening against his chest, her icy breath on Kale's face. Her left leg cocked up against his hip and with her free hand she directed his head against her tight little quim. “Thrust into me, inquisitor. I can't wait. I have to-…"

Something grabbed Slive and tore her away. And in his horror, Kale realised they were too late. Slive had not freed him quick enough, too pent up with lust to be patient and simply cut him down first.

Tara had caught them.

“You dirty girl!" the eldest witch screamed at her sister. “You dirty little slut! What were you trying to do? Did you want his dirty cock inside you? You wanted to feel his seed swell in your belly you horrid little cum-slut!?"

Infuriated, she backhanded Slive into the ground where the girl lay on her side sobbing. Then her glare turned to Kale. Tara roughly grabbed Kale's permanent erection and squeezed hard, almost painfully. But unlike before, this time she allowed a drop of precum to leak from the tip.

She scooped it up on an icy talon where it hissed and spat steam, but Tara didn't react as the talon began to melt. She then grabbed Slive by the throat and lifted her up, pressing the glob of infernal cum into her quim.

Slive screamed at the top of her lungs and collapsed back to the ground, folding her hands over where the cum hissed against her clit.

And as the youngest sister writhed in pain, Tara turned and grabbed Kale by the balls, squeezing hard enough to make a lance of pain shoot up through his gut.

“It seems your presence is having a bad influence on my little sister," Tara said darkly, her face close to Kale's. “It may be time for our company to come to an end."

Whirling away, she strutted back out of view, the sharp crack of her high heels following her cruel laughter out of the chamber as Kale was left alone with Slive's tearful whimpering haunting him for the rest of the sleepless night.

The next morning it was finally time. already the schedule was upset and everything changed. Kale knew this was it. this is when he would die.

Xaniphe and Ursula lowered Kale's restraints and effortlessly pulled the weakened human to a horizontal slab where he was re-chained. His shackled cock pulsed in the air as Tara sauntered around the slab to inspect the work, her talons exploring his body from his nipple down to the base of his cock where she squeezed him teasingly.

Once satisfied she walked over to Slive and grabbed the girl by her chin. “You'll have nothing today. You are to sit and watch. Do not touch yourself. Do not look away."

“But sister," Slive began to whine and Tara placed a light slap on her face, reddening her cheek.

“Be a good girl and perhaps I'll let you have some pleasure tonight."

Biting her lip, Slive slowly nodded, then sank to her knees, keeping her hands obediently down by her sides.

Tara then moved back to Kale, her hand in Ursula's as the thicker sister bounced excitedly with every step. She wasted no time in jumping on his face, setting her knees on his shoulders and squatting back until her puffy, soft pussy lips were firmly clamped on the inquisitor's mouth.

Kale had literally no choice but to slide his warm tongue into that blizzard. The wet surface of his tongue clung to her velvety folds as the witch's hefty thighs and thick ass filled his view.

He felt Tara climb on next, digging her talons into his gut as she elegantly bucked her hips against his. He felt the underside of his cock get wetter as her soft flesh stroked his member up and down, small chirping moans coming from the eldest sister. Ursula was giggling as his tongue toyed with her opening, then alternated back to her firm, sensitive clit.

“Oh, gosh, I'm going to cum before you if he keeps this up, sister," Urusula squealed, squirming on Kale's face. Her tight, tangy opening was winking hard on the tip of Kale's tongue as she rode the slippery organ enthusiastically.

Tara in the meantime grabbed his cock and guided him to her opening. He felt the soft yielding lips of her pussy spread around his glans to receive him, then a pleasant cold sink down over his member. Inch by inch, drawing Kale's breath away as he disappeared into the witch's tight, divine body.

Her hips crashed into his and she held there, hilting him deep inside against her womb, her muscles clenching cold but slippery around him. Then she began to ride.

Neither woman was very gentle. Tara balanced in a squatting position on her high heels, riding fast and vigorously enough that it was only moments before Kale felt his orgasm come. And like before the band around his cock refused to let him release. His rise ended, his high non-existent. And as he crashed back down, Tara's long, aggressive strokes with her tight, clenching canal would bring him up again.

Ursula grew impatient with Kale's fleeting licks and began pressing more weight on his face. She ground and bucked and hollered, pulling at Kales hair, alternating between cursing at him and kissing her sister.

There was no telling what Slive was up to, but he assumed she was watching as she had been told, because neither sister scolded her.

Before long Kale was trembling with the cold on his face and the freezer enveloping his cock. His body would not hold still as his lips turned blue with hyperthermia. The pain crackled like slivers of ice under his skin from his fingertips to his toes. This was beyond numb. It was pain, and no amount of Tara's riding made it go away.

Ursula finally came, a gushing wet orgasm that froze across his face and filled his mouth. He gasped and choked, feeling her cum burn up through his nose and down in his chest. The world closed in, darkening around the edges of his vision as he spluttered and coughed up her torrent of wet satisfaction, then climbed off him giggling.

Kale caught his breath as darkness turned to blinding light. He felt lightheaded as slowly but surely he could feel the end was coming. His body gave out, could take no more. No more pain, no more cold and no more disappointment, as he begged for release; begged to spray his cum into the witch's core.

A plea that fell on deaf ears.

Tara immediately grabbed his face, leaning heavily over him so all he could see was the orgasmic bliss in her eyes and the sadistic grin on her blue lips.

“That's it," Tara whispered, her ass rising and falling smoothly, pussy hugging his shaft from base to head with long, erotic strokes. “Go on. Let go, little inquisitor. I want to see the light go out of your eyes. That is what I want. That is the sight that will make me cum. It's been so long since I've had a satisfying orgasm like that."

Kale gave everything he had left to shake his head, try to struggle free from Tara's grip. But it was no more than a shiver and a whimper escaping his lips. His eyes rolled and the world closed in.

“Go on, inquisitor. Make me cum. Make me cum by dying for me."

Kale could hold out no longer. His breath left him. His eyes flickered and turned dull.

True to her word, Tara squealed and slapped her hips tight down against his, a frigid wave of her juices squirting all over his cock. There was a final shooting pain of ice forming on his skin. Then nothing.

The darkness came… it came for Tara and her sisters.

Fire and light filled chamber and in an explosive force the witches and their nymph handmaiden were thrown into the ground. Tara was actually launched into the ceiling first, splintering several icicles before she went crashing down in a shuddering, cumming heap.

Then the air cleared, they looked up to notice the light being sucked out of the room. Standing on the slab in Kales place was not an inquisitor, but a creature of pure darkness.

The icy shackles melted from the demon's midnight skin and pools of boiling, steaming water formed around his feet where he stood. His appearance was that of a living shadow, a featureless silhouette with twelve eldritch stars winking to life across his face.

Kale's demon was awake. And he was hungry.

The younger sisters attacked immediately. Bearing her claws, Slive lunged forward while Ursula worked up a spell and flung a withering ray of frost at the demon in their midst.

Shadowy tentacles burst from the demon's form and deflected the magical attack. More cleanly batted Slive into the ground before darting across the room at Ursula.

She fired several more spells, all of them lazily blocked before almost a dozen tendrils pounced her like hungry predators on a deer. She screamed as the tendrils tore through her scant clothing and she flopped helplessly to the ground, struggling against the appendages binding her up.

Slive saw what was happening and in a panic tried to crawl away. Another tendril caught her ankle and dragged her back screaming.

Ursula was plucked up and hung upside down, her legs spread wide and wrists tied behind her back, watching in horror as a massive erection the side of her forearm grew from the approaching demon's crotch.

Without ceremony he grabbed her by her cheeks and forced the erection into her mouth. She tried to bite down out of desperation, but he didn't feel. Instead slid all the way up into the warm cavity in her chest. Ursula gargled and gulped, throat bulging as the cock disappeared into her gullet.

Then he started fucking.

As the demon pleasured himself with Ursula's mouth, more tendrils lifted Slive kicking and screaming into the air and slammed her down on the icy slab. Another tentacle plucked a long icicle from the ceiling and slammed it down on her, point first. Like a sword it impaled her through the chest, pinning her to the slab before the tentacles retreated and proceeded to rape Ursula's other unoccupied holes.

Her struggle did not last long, however.

Before long the demon's strokes shortened and finally, he buried himself deep in her oesophagus as he came. Long spurt after spurt shot up into Ursula's stomach, much of it escaping the already tight seal bulging her throat. Her eyes rolled out of her head as she gagged and coughed, infernal seed spraying from her puckered lips and out her nostrils.

The reaction was immediate and her body was consumed in steam. The cum bit deep into her flesh until her face slid off her skull, and the demon dropped her like a used rag.

Turning, he strode to Slive next, claws flexing in anticipation. The youngest witch was pulling at the icicle that impaled her, sobbing for mercy as her fearful eyes grew at the approaching demon.

He ignored her pained pleas, hands wrapping around her slender ankles and pulling open her legs. Her trembling, tight womanhood exposed, he rolled his hips forward and slid his cock into her, breaking the witch in with a single, brutal stroke.

Slive screamed breathlessly, flecks of blood decorating her face as she tipped her head back.

“Do you feel like a complete woman yet, slut?" he taunted, fucking her virginal pussy with deep uncaring thrusts.

Each time he bottomed out he felt the tight ring of her cervix yield, his cock breaking into her womb every time. She was so tight there was a palpable outline of his cock bulging out Slive's belly. And her womb was so warm and slippery, it didn't take long for him to explode inside her.

The demon roared with satisfaction, hilting inside her and filling her up. Her already bulging belly distended further as he inflated her with a large torrent of cum. But as Slive screamed in pain, she also gagged and threw up, the demon's cum shooting from her lips and nostrils as his load blew clean through her body.

It hissed where it touched her, making her fair skin crinkle and burn. She wasn't struggling anymore. She didn't make a sound.

She merely stared blankly through the demon with a single frozen tear on her cheek.

Yanking his cock from the corpse, the demon drew the icicle from Slive's chest and let what was left of her dissolve into a pile of vaguely humanoid remains. Meanwhile the demon began crossing the chamber towards where Tara was beginning to stand.

The eldest sister wore an expression of palpable desperation as she twisted her hands into a mixture of gestures and flung a plethora of spells at the demon. But each time she did, one of the demon's shadowy tendrils caught the magic and snuffed it out, or plainly batted the spell aside.

Nothing slowed the demon and he reached out with jagged fingers to grab her face…

“Wait, please," Tara begged, staggering back and lowering herself to her knees. She had the typical look of a woman grovelling for mercy, all of her supernatural fierceness having softened into a fair sort of innocence.

The demon hesitated, standing over her, twelve glowing eyes like crimson stars in a night sky watching curiously.

“I… I can offer you passage through the Snow Queen's domain," Tara stammered, realising she'd been given a few seconds of reprieve. A smile flickered on her lips as she built her case and her confidence returned in a trickle. “I'll show you the Snow Queen's palace. It's her you're after. After all, my sisters and I were only acting on orders. Were it not for her we would have left you alone. Yes, she's the one you should kill. I can help you!"

The demon just watched, quietly staring into her eyes.

“S-spare my life and I'll make it worth your while. I'll… I'll worship you. Like a slave. A slave to your cock. That's what you like, isn't it? Pleasure? Well I can give you pleasure. I'll be your cock warmer, at your every beck and call." Scrambling forward she closed her hands around the demon's member, and instead of being cold and icy, they were warm and inviting. “I don't have to be cold. I can be warm, see?"

Without hesitation she opened her mouth and sank her lips down on the demon's shadowy member. She enveloped it as far down as she could, realising with some dismay she could only reach the halfway point. Why was the demon so big!? She had to do better, prove her worth.

She rammed him into the back of her throat and retched. But while she heaved she managed to hold back the contents of her stomach, and with tears leaving black smears over her cheeks she pulled back and looked up expectantly, searching his eyes for approval while worshipping the length in both hands and with her warm, slippery tongue.

“M-my pussy is warm too," she said, paring her knees further and spreading the tight lips between two fingers. “I'm tight, and I can take you as deep as I need to. You can fill my womb with your seed as much as you like. Violate me whenever you have the inkling. I'll be a good little slut, master."

Her smile faded a little as the demon reached down and touched her face. It was a tender stroke, almost loving. And for a moment Tara thought she had done it. For a moment she thought he accepted.

His fingers then suddenly grabbed her by the hair, icy tendrils cracking and splintering as he secured his grip on her head.

The infernal language of ancient, evil beings whispered into her ears. Just two words, well known to Tara, uttered with such malice and venom it sent shivers down her spine.

_ “Shut up."_

He then slammed his cock past her lips and down her throat. Tara gagged and retched harder than before as his member bulged her pretty throat so hard it snapped her choker. Her eyes were wide with horror and pain as she suffocated there, feeling the demon's tendrils slide down her arched back and up along her inner thigh.

Lovelessly a tendril slipped between the warm, wet pussy lips she's been trying to sell to the demon only moments ago. It swelled, stretching out her soft canal then started ripping in and out of the hole with more enthusiasm than care. Another slid down the crevasse of her ass and hooked into her anus before pumping deep inside her bowels, ravaging her tight depths.

There she was, completely stuck between a rock and a hard place. The tentacles ravaging her holes lifted her up off the floor, then taking her head in both hands the demon began face fucking her with no regard for her need for air. The bulge in her throat subsided as he pulled out, and let her catch a breath, then rammed deep down her gullet again, making her flex and struggle against the raping restraints as she retched and heaved.

It went on and on, her horrified eyes betraying an internal scream she could not make as she was thoroughly violated. But despite it all, despite how she clawed at the demon and kicked and struggled; soon her body began to betray her. And before long her legs grew weak, shaking suddenly as her limbs simply dangled and an orgasm warmed her core. She squirted all over the tentacles, making the demon laugh.

“Enjoying my attention, little witch?"

He pulled back to let her breathe and she tried to speak. “Pleas-HURK!"

Another throaty gulp as he delved into her body one more time. Tara's vision darkened and her twitching eyes fell shut.

Then finally the demon withdrew, suspending her in the air in front of him as her wet orgasm dripped down her inner thigh and long strands of saliva and bile ran from the witch's lips.

“Please," Tara gasped. “I'll do anything. Anything you desire! Anything you want!"

“I want you to die."

“No-…!"

Her pleas were cut short by a tendril wrapping around her throat and literally yanking her out of the demon's grip. He watched with sadistic pleasure as Tara dangled by the noose, her legs kicking wildly and blue lips gaping desperately for air.

Toying with her now, he slipped his cock between the witch's sleek thighs, enjoying her struggling convulsions as her eyes began to roll. Still, some soft pleas for mercy escaped her lips before he slid another tendril into her throat. This one bulged her trachea much like his cock had done before it. The wet cavity expanded with a gargling gulp until…

The delicate bones let out a crack. The sight and sound sent sadistic ripples through Kale's demonic form. The girthy head of his cock rose with a powerful twitch, and he ejaculated his dark seed across Tara's gorgeous bare legs. The sticky fluid hissed where it made contact, burning as before. But the witch did not scream.

One of her shoes had slipped from her feet in the struggle, the other dangled from her toes for a moment. She twitched one last time and it too eventually clattered to the floor.

Silence followed.

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The demon had almost forgotten all about Xaniphe until she came to, her body shifting and crunching in the snow. She sat up, dazed and confused, tenderly rubbing the bump her head left in the violent impact of the magical shockwave.

When she focused, the first thing she saw was her former mistress, twisting slightly as she dangled from a demonic noose, the inquisitor turned dark entity rubbing a large erection between her limp legs.

His eyes turned to hers and with a gasp Xaniphe scrambled away.

He was on her in an instant though. Tossing Tara's used body, he loped like and animal and pounced. Claws dug into Xaniphe's shoulders and she was pinned heavily to the ground, the demon's toothy grin hovering mere inches from her face. The scent of a heady, smoky fire overpowered her senses and made her head spin. But it left just enough sobriety to make her thoughts race in a panic as she felt that enormous, fiery, throbbing erection rub her bare thigh. She gasped, sucking more of his smoky breath into her lungs and choked.

In the meantime the demon's tendrils snaked up her thighs and around her arms to restrain her. They didn't have to pull hard as Xaniphe seemed immobilised by fear. But holding this perfect young nubile thing down spoke to the demon's ego. His power over her was almost enough to make him ejaculate on the spot. But he held himself back. He had something special planned for this little slut.

Settling on top of her, he clawed at her breasts, pulling the bountiful pillows apart to lay his erection across her chest. Then tugging at her perfect pink nipples, he closed the soft, sumptuous valley around his member. The girth wasn't too much to be enveloped by her tits, but he was definitely long enough to jab her under the chin with every forward thrust.

He'd had enough throats for one day though. He rocked back and enjoyed the softness of her breasts as Xaniphe shut her eyes and turned her head away. She lay completely powerless under his weight and bound by his shadowy tendrils. All she could do was endure the slippery cock sliding back and forth between her breasts. And hope he didn't violate any of her other wet, warm holes when he grew bored of her cleavage.

Unbeknownst to the nymph, the demon had all he wanted. Her breasts were divine, so smooth and soft, and he enjoyed playing with them. So much so it didn't take long for his next orgasm to build up. But once again he held back, tempered himself. Instead of showering her in a gout of his infernal cum, he clenched and let it ooze out across her chest in small, controlled spurts.

Where his cum made contact with her skin, it hissed wisps of caustic smoke and Xaniphe screamed, thrashing and flailing to no avail. Her skin was selectively seared, leaving a brand of swirly, other-worldly script across her chest that glowed an angry red colour.

Laying the final spurt of his orgasm across Xaniphe, the demon grinned and leaned down closer to whisper in her ear.

“A message for your queen." He grabbed her by the arm and threw her to her feet, making her land with a stumble that turned into a limp, then a panicked scramble to escape.

“Tell her I'm coming!" the demon screeched after his messenger, cackling with excitement for what was to come. “Tell her I'm fucking coming for her!"

III

In the icy wind, Kale let the flames of the funeral pyre warm him. In the heart of the bonfire three charred remains of the eviscerated witches blackened and slowly withered into ash. It wasn't usual for him, to take these sorts of steps in the wake of a monster's death. Nobody would mourn these three who had already murdered many men. But given he had absolutely debased and destroyed them, he afforded these three women the few hours of a dignified burial. In part to prove to himself he wasn't a monster like they were.

But it was a tough sell.

In the aftermath of the event Kale had found his gear and stood dressed and prepared for battle on the snowy plains of the Snow Queen's domain. He had his notebook out and absently scribbled his train of thoughts while alternating his eyes between the messy scrawling attempting to log his various emotions and the withering remans of the witches.

Kale was thankful no humans were harmed by his demonic rampage, but even still. These witches, only monsters really, died badly. They died the wrong way.

But they were kills all the same, and he logged it accordingly.

'In lieu of them denying me pleasure during my captivity,' he wrote, 'their eventual demise came in the form of overwhelming ecstasy.

'The irony is not lost on me.'

As the funeral pyre shrank to embers, Kale prepared his gear. He set out his kill-circle in the usual way and took some solace in the familiar task of sharpening blades, cleaning and loading pistols and checking his armour. But the practiced monotony of these menial chores also allowed his mind to wander. What was he deep down? He'd lived with this demon so long, but never questioned where it had come from, fearing the answer more than anything. He'd almost prefer to think it was just a natural part of him, that way he could at least plead some form of ignorance when he was interrogated by Saint Peter at the pearly gates. As if having this blight on his soul was beyond his control.

Was it even a blight however? He recalled the terror he'd left in Xaniphe. The sheer horror in the eyes of the witches in their final moments. Tara's pleas for mercy. He had a power that struck fear in evil and rendered them powerless. But why was that power not a gift? Why was it a curse that had forsaken him to solitude, lest his sadism harm an innocent?

Stowing his gear, Kale watched the last ashy remains of the witches, which one he could not tell, crumble into the embers. The red glow of the coals gave him as few answers as his internal musings did. So Kale turned to something he'd never done before.

Desperate, he sat on his knees and prayed.

“I don't know what to do anymore," he spoke out loud. “I had thought destroying monsters would bring me answers, but the questions elude me as much as the answers do. What will become of me? Is this my life? Cursed to just stomach this dark thing in my soul? Unless…"

He sighed deeply, pressing his hands into the snow.

“Unless I just sit here and let the storm consume me. Maybe it would be better for the world. Another inquisitor dead, yes. But at least this demon in me would never harm anyone." Angrily now, he threw the dark sky a glare. “What am I supposed to do!?"

The blizzard shifted in that very instance. It could have been a coincidence, but the moment was almost too perfect. No sooner had he posed the question and there was a crack in the clouds. The wind settled down and a sliver of warm sun rays beamed down on Kale's numb face. It was a divine feeling after being so cold for so long. He breathed deeply, drinking in the sunlight and felt a smile tug at his lips.

When his eyes opened, the way ahead was illuminated. A heavy mist still hung over the lands, but the blizzard waned enough to show Kale the path ahead to a hazy palace tower just over the next set of summits.

“Fair enough."

Finding his feet, he swung his cloak over his shoulders, then left the witches to smoulder and set out to complete his quest.

It was as if the structure were made entirely of sleek blueish glass. Every surface was smooth and reflective. The architecture was striking and imposing. Kale was no stranger to visiting the city castles and the many cathedrals dotted about the land. But even with the impressive buildings he'd visited in the past, the Snow Queen's palace was a remarkable thing.

And undoubtably evil. Icicles hung in the front gate like massive daggers teeth of a hungry maw, and stepping into the shadow of the towering spires threw a supernatural chill down Kale's spine.

Kale hid his trepidation well however and entered with a confident stride. The crunch of snow gave way to the sharp click of his boots on the icy floor. The shiny, glassy surface was slippery under foot and forced him to slow. Fighting here was going to be a nightmare, he could tell.

“I received your message, inquisitor."

Her voice, sweet and feminine, low with a seductive crackle, pealed off the cavernous wall of the palace foyer. It forced the opening moments of an erection in his pants as Kale froze on the spot, sliding gently to a halt with one hand reaching back for the hilt of his sword. Inch by inch drew the blade as quietly as he could and gripped it in two hands in front of him, keeping his feet widely parted for balance on the traction-less floor.

“You have your father's handwriting," she continued to say, every syllable making Kale' involuntarily tense, his cock pulsing against the front of his trousers. There were youthful, teasing undertones to her voice, the type of subliminal notes that lulled men into a lusty sense of security. It was similar to what nymphs did to men. Only more potent and recognisably infernal.

“Succubus," Kale whispered under his breath. He recognised the hellish taint in her voice. It had the same demonic aura as the thing twisting and writhing about in his own soul.

The Snow Queen giggled. Had he not recognised her demonic nature he would have fallen prey to the sound. A tinkling noise like shards of ice falling in a crystal glass, something that could bring a grown man to his knees and force him to orgasm without so much as touching his flesh.

And while Kale steeled himself, he could not help the raging erection he now sported and did his best to ignore the tingle of precum dribbling down the underside of his shaft. He kept his mind by wringing the leather grips of his sword and focusing on the scant ways he knew of dispatching a succubus.

“Only half a succubs, actually. Oh, don't worry. All the best parts of me are from my mother. Hopefully you'll live to see, and feel, all my body is capable of." She seemed to sense the effect her words had on him. “Why do you fight, Kale Draven? Why not just give in. I could show you things. Bring you to heights you've never seen."

“I've seen enough, thank you," Kale shot back at the empty foyer. “Your witches saw to that."

“Ah, Tara and her sisters. I apologise for their mishandling of you. I didn't realise what you were until I received your little message. Speaking, of which."

There was a crunch of breaking snow, and the icy doors ahead split open, very slowly swinging inward to reveal a long corridor beyond. Blocking Kale's path forward however were two figures.

They were both towering, twice Kale's height and three times his breadth, their bodies bulked by icy features. Living boulders of snow and ice with a withered husk of what used to be a man somewhere inside the blurry, cool blue golems.

The first stood idly by, its crystalline sword gripped loosely as an immense phallus dangled down between its legs. Oddly fleshy when compared to the rest of the creature, its cock vaguely resembled that of a horse, of similar girth though arguably longer. Long enough for the head to scrape the floor where it stood, a mixture of juices and pearly white slime glistening on the soft shaft, an excess trickle of its orgasm forming a small puddle beneath it.

The golem's fellow had its sword sheathed across its back and its cock sheathed in a third figure Kale hadn't even noticed. Its massive hands enveloped the petite waist of the delicate female whose arms and legs dangled uselessly at her sides. Her head was tipped back, a catatonic, open-mouthed stare fixed on the ceiling. The burns on her chest Kale had left were somewhat healed, but left angry red scars on her fair skin.

Xaniphe undulated softly, only a few wet gargles escaping her throat as the golem's cock squelched into her tight cavity several more times.

The golem stiffened and Xaniphe only managed a twitch, her numb body registering a long flow of icy seed swelling her womb but powerless to do anything about it. The golem just let go of her and the pressure of its ejaculation lifted her up over the head of the long, slippery cock, letting her fall to the ground where she lay unceremoniously sprawled out like an over-used toy, cum dribbling from every orifice the two golems seemed to have used for hours on end.

Slowly but surely, their cocks retreating into icy sheaths between their legs, the golems trundled out to meet Kale who steadied himself. For a dread moment he recognised the writhing figures within these living ice prisons. Their black garb, their overall builds and the remnants of a copper seal pinned to their collars. The seal of the inquisitor, identical to Kale's.

These men had been inquisitors once.

When you deal with dark, dark gets in you. The words haunted Kale more than ever. After what these inquisitors had become and just done to the nymph, and with what he had done to the witches… was he to become like this? A twisted, sadistic monster in one form or another?

“Worthless slut," the Snow Queen mocked haughtily. “Couldn't even be dignified enough to die in the line of duty. You'll find my precious pets aren't so easily dominated."

Taloned feet of the golems slammed into the icy floor as they crunched confidently closer. Kale's boots slipped in response and as he backed up to make more room, he almost slid head over heels. He only managed to back up a few feet before the Snow Queen's inquisitorial minions fell on him, blades singing.

Kale wouldn't have stood a chance trying to stand his ground, even if he had good footing. A parry and riposte simply wouldn't do it with these two, considering his single sword against their opposite angles of attack. And then there was the sheer mass they each threw into their swings. Kale would be crushed in an instant.

Gritting his teeth, he flowed to one side, slipping and struggling to keep his feet. The first ice golem missed, tearing a chunk out of the polished floor with its blade. The second clashed its blade against Kale's. He was holding the sword flush against his back over one shoulder, letting the enemy weapon slide down across, redirecting the blow rather than trying to outright stop it.

As he let the leftover pressure of the blow slide him out of harm's way, his free hand yanked a pistol from his belt and he fired from the hip. The bullet caught the first golem in the arm as it tried to heft its sword back up. It was a good shot, right in the elbow. The close range meant there was just enough force left in the bullet to blow the limb apart, splintering the arm off and letting the crystalline shards of what used to be a sword and forearm drop to the floor.

At the same time Kale slid around the golem he was engaged with in a melee scrap. As the hulking creature's weapon slid from the inquisitor's blade and thudded into the ground, Kale leaned heavily to one side and swung his sword over head in a graceful arc that caught the golem in the back of the knee. The thing went down and Kale withdrew with a flourish that then swung wide and struck it in the neck.

Beheaded, the first golem froze, then began to crumble away. Its icy body cracked and fell away in large blocks that went sliding across the foyer, with the withered and decayed remains of the inquisitor it had once been flaking apart into bloody ashes.

As Kale watched, distracted by the final pained gasp of the creature, pain pierced his chest.

The second golem had moved up behind him, and with the wrist stump forming a long ice-pick, it stabbed Kale from behind. The icy blade cut just under his leather breastplate, slicing up between his ribs into his chest cavity. Kale tried to gasp in pain but the air wouldn't come.

He only barely managed, with a rush of adrenaline and panic, to grab the golem's wrist, heave himself off the dagger and whirl around, hacking indiscriminately with one hand on is sword. The results were not precise or particularly fancy. He chopped like a lumberjack, accurately but without flair or regard for the enemy's soft spots. Eventually he managed to cleave through a leg and put the creature down before drawing his last pistol and executing the thing with a bullet through the back of its head.

By the time the golem evaporated into bloody ashes, Kale dropped to his knees, leaning heavily on his sword, free hand clutching the hole between his ribs. His fingers were slick with blood in an instant, waterfalls of deep crimson seeping between his fingers and dribbling down his black fatigues.

He had lost his hat in the scrap. His cloak barely dangled from one shoulder and his hair fell in unceremonious tangles down to his shoulders.

It took severe wheezing effort just for the inquisitor to find his feet and stagger forward. Even then, he dragged the point of his sword along he ground behind him, the blade letting out a soft 'tink-tink-tink' as it bounced over minute imperfections in the icy floor. He could feel a lung collapsing. Every breath was a chore, and the taste of copper overpowered his senses.

Through the heavy throb of his fluttering heartbeat pounding in his ears, he heard the feminine giggle of the Snow Queen.

“How very stubborn," she breathed. “We're not all that different, you and I."

Kale doubted that very much for a moment. Then felt the tugs of the demon in his soul. Still, he hated to admit it.

“I'm nothing like you," he forced out through gritted, blood stained teeth.

Kale managed his way into the long wide corridor from where the golems had emerged, but about halfway to the grand doors at the end he staggered to one side and collapsed against a wall. His sword clattered to the ground and he didn't even think to reach back and retrieve it. Instead he slipped drunkenly forward until he was forced down on one knee, sticky blood dribbling between his fingers.

“Don't be stupid, little inquisitor. Even now I know you are feeling it. The beast scratching at the edges of your mind. A thing more powerful than any mortal deserves to be.

“Our heritage is alike, little inquisitor."

As Kale tried to find his feet, a flurry of snow blew through the wide corridor. It gathered like a carpet on the ground, offering a little more traction. But growing up out of the sheets of snow came figures. Humanoids of sparkling white snow, unlike the golems these were animate sculptures, playing out a silent, choreographed dance, manipulated by the invisible strings attached to the Snow Queen's nimble fingers.

Sculped men with hard muscular frames dominated delicate, doll like women, twisting them into a variety of positions and plunging their cocks into yearning, quivering crevasses. The wind bringing in the flurries of fresh snow that fed the inanimate orgy imitated a wail of desperate pleasure.

Kale staggered between the thrusting and undulating bodies of snow, feeling a pang of lust stir in his loins. And with it came the scratching. The heavy breathing in the back of his mind. The voice begging to be freed. To be unleashed.

“You can feel it even now, yes? The demon yearning to be released. Why not give in? Why not let him out? Show him to me!"

“No!" Kale groaned throwing himself against the grand doors and pushing through.

“My mother was a succubus who seduced a mortal. Similar to how your mother was seduced by an incubus." The Snow Queen giggled. “Oh, what a shameless slut she must have been."

Kale looked up and saw several female figures sprout from the snow. These women were familiar to him as he spotted the doll like face of the woman who had raised him. The woman who had forced him to sleep in her bed until he was a young man. The woman who coddled him like he was her most precious thing in the world. The woman who touched him intimately so often Kale had grown up thinking it was normal for a mother to rub his erect length until he almost blacked out with pleasure and exploded a gout of clear pre-teen seed all over her bare breasts…

The inquisitor shuddered as he wondered how much of his life had really factored into his current fucked-up predicament.

A second figure appeared alongside the numerous imitations of his mother, each fingering herself or caressing her nipples in a different way. The howling wind mimicked her voice, wailing pleasurably in a way Kale recognised from that fateful eve on his sixteenth birthday.

A towering figure, hardened muscles and a domineering presence. Kale thought for a moment he was looking at an imitation of himself… only the differences were subtle. Kale quickly realised he was looking at his father.

The incubus of snow grabbed his mother and took her strongly in a variety of ways. The first couple melted together, his father lifting mother's leg up and with one thrust sliding his cock into her yearning cavity. She arched her back into his arm and hung there, limp and powerless as his cock ravaged her depths.

Another turned mother about and bent her over, sliding into her from behind. Another forced her to her knees, where she automatically started worshipping his length in a way she had done for Kale when he was a teen.

Wide eyed, Kale realised just how much he looked like his demonic father, and suddenly his mother's advances on him made sense.

“Such a whore, so desperate to relive that fateful night with her demonic lover that she'd fuck her own boy. Her own flesh and blood! So tantalising. I must admit, just thinking about it makes me quite wet, little inquisitor."

Kale tried to look away, but then he saw one iteration of the couple where mother was riding in the incubus' lap, the same exact way she'd ridden Kale on his sixteenth birthday. He couldn't help the throbbing erection tenting his pants and fell on his knees, powerless to the memories, and the lust ravaging him. His blood slick hands pawed at his pants, halfway between fighting for control and losing all sense of shame, just tearing open his trousers and tackling one of the snow sculptures, having his way with her…

Kale could take no more. His chest was numb. His head span. His erection throbbed painfully. He dropped forward on all fours, pressed his head to the floor and cried out. he pleaded. Begged for it to stop…

Then everything turned to black.

Darkness rushed out from his body, extinguishing the torches lighting the palace for a moment. The shockwave of demonic energy scattered the encroaching orgy, blasting their humanoid forms apart and sending the flurries of snow to settle in the corners of the chamber.

When the torches flickered weakly back on, Inquisitor Kale Draven was gone. Standing in a ring of icy water and banks of steam was the demon.

“There he is," the Snow Queen whispered, her voice no longer magically projected through the walls of her palace.

Her high heels rapped sharply on the floor with every step as the woman melted out of the deep shadows now dominating the throne room. The Snow Queen was as human as Kale Draven. And younger than any cold-hearted sorceress had any right to be.

She couldn't have been older than eighteen, built slender and slight with long, sleek legs and a shapely, narrow waist. Her bust wasn't all that impressive, but she oozed femininity from head to toe, from her large blue eyes and doll-like features down to the shimmering gown that clung to her sumptuous body like a second skin. Her long white hair was tied back into a single, thick braid that was elegantly swept down over her shoulder.

A pair of long diamond ear-rings dangled from her ear lobes, and her features were complimented by a touch of deep, blood red lipstick and dark eyeliner that gave her irises an intense sort of ferocity. On her feet were a pair of icy pumps, and a glistening icy hose sheathed her long legs up to the mid-thigh, revealed by the long slit in the skirt portion of her dress.

She moved with a sexually mature sort of grace. The kind of seductive sway to her hips that young women usually didn't get right. But the Snow Queen tantalised like an experienced whore, her eyes widening a little with interest as she spotted a mild throb to the demon's large cock.

Sidling closer, her lips parted for a wide, toothy smile, her eyes falling half shut in seductive anticipation. Reaching out she slithered the tips of her long slender fingers from the base of the demon's cock, down the smooth shaft before she scooped up the hefty totem of flesh to weigh it excitedly.

“You're simply perfect," she cooed up at him, letting the member slip from her supple, silky hand. “You'll make my finest minion yet."

She barely got the words out however when the demon's hand darted forward. He caught her in the throat, wrapping his fingers all the way around as if grasping a twig. And as the Snow Queen gasped with shock he lifted her, kicking and struggling off her feet, the dainty young woman weighing barely anything against his supernatural strength.

“I'm no-one's minion, whore."

The Snow Queen's eyes widened with realisation that this demon would not be added to her collection. It was clear she hadn't counted on that, milking their shared heritage for all it was worth. Which in the case of this demon, was equal value to the snow on the ground.

She clenched her fists, struggling what seemed in vain. Then came the surge brisk power. Even the demon felt the cold pierce his infernal existence and chill his core.

The ice obeyed the commands of its mistress and formed long, icicle like spikes that jutted out of the ground at oblique angles, six in total piercing the demon's body.

He grunted, but only lightly. But his grip on the Snow Queen loosened all the same, enough for her to drop away and land awkwardly. She fell on her back and scrambled away, part in surprise and part in panic.

As she climbed to her feet, the demon vanished. He turned to shadows that scattered like small ghasts skittering throughout the throne room and disappearing into the dark edges of the room. The Snow Queen's eyes darted left and right as she began conjuring another spell. Her delicate fingers weaved a complex pattern, then clenched a glowing white fist of energy that drew every ounce of heat out of the room.

She raised the spell high, ready to throw when she stepped back one more time and felt something hard press against her back.

Gasping she whipped around, but the demon caught her by the wrist, snuffing out the spell.

The other lashed out and caught her by the neck again, lifting her up and squeezing this time, until she gagged for air. At the same time, as she struggled to breathe, never mind conjure more magic to save herself, numerous black tendrils grew from the demon's back, snaking into the air around the Snow Queen.

They slid down her cleavage, up under her dress, through her sleeves and ripped the gown she wore to shreds. In moments her firm, perky breasts with erect pink nipples were on display. Her pale, glistening body was open to admire, ready for the other tentacles to touch.

They wrapped around her slender little waist, caught her ankles and snaked up around her calves and teased her thighs. Her legs were pulled apart as she clawed as his wrist to no avail, eyed wide with panic as a large appendage, thicker than the others, rose from between the demon's legs.

He grinned widely, daggers shark-like teeth glinting in the darkness of the demon's shadowy aspect.

The Snow Queen was helpless as she was brought closer until she felt the thick head of the monstrous cock press against her tight, closed quim. She felt the warmth of precum ooze against her lips as they were forcefully speared apart, the ends of the tendrils snaking up her thighs probing at the soft labia to help spread her opening.

She screamed as his grip on her throat eased, head thrown back and an infernal sigh of pleasure escaping the demon's lips as a wet, tight little nubile sheath eased down around his cock. The Snow Queen's cries quickly turned breathless, transforming into a long squeal as her toes curled in her shoes and her legs began to tremble as she struggled to hold back expressions of pleasure. Her eyes were crossed, one smoky eyelid twitching as she felt the member slip up into her.

As she sank down, inch after inch of cock disappearing into her body, a telltale phallic outline formed in her belly, the massive slab of fuck-meat bulging out her slender little frame.

She squirmed and quivered with every inch she sank down, lips hanging open and a thin line of drool escaping the corner of her mouth. Her desire for more flowed down her thighs and soaked her stockings. Dribbles of her juices dripped down across the demon's balls, warm and slippery as every divine nook and cranny inside her pussy.

“I-incredible," the Snow Queen breathed as the crown bumped into her cervix. It was soft, almost tender and loving and made the young woman let out a high-pitched moan of pleasure, despite how she struggled against his grip. “It's so much. I've never… I've never been so full… so deep~!"

Her eyes rolled and she shuddered again as she felt the cock throb in her yearning canal. For a moment she thought this wouldn't be so bad. Slowly and surely he lifted her up, sliding out of her a little and she expected the next thrust to be equally gentle. To be as pleasant for her as it was for him.

The demon grinned, grabbing her by her slim thighs, then tore her down all the way.

The cock slammed into her cervix painfully. Then the tight ring of wet flesh opened and the demon's cock rammed forcefully into her womb. The Snow Queen screamed. She screamed until her lungs were empty and she was wheezing. Then she screamed some more. Her eyes were wide with horror and pain as she was hammered in the gut, again and again, the demon lifting her up and then jackhammering her core again and again.

She was a toy, built for his pleasure. And that's all the demon used her for until the last thrust, when he yanked her down and clenched, shooting his thick streams of cum deep inside her womb. The sheer gallons of it filled the snow Queen to the brim, bulging her belly around his cock just a little more until he lifted her off and like Xaniphe with the ice golems, discarded the woman like a used condom.

With an audibly wet pop of pressure being relieved, a shot of the demonic seed shot down the Snow Queen's legs and formed a puddle around where she landed. Little squirts of her own orgasm mixed with escaping jizz spurted from her savaged pussy even as she weakly rolled onto her front and tried to crawl away from the demon.

Coming down from his own high, he suddenly realised the Snow Queen didn't burn. His cum didn't burn her flesh the way it had with Xaniphe or the ice witches. He bent down low over her as she struggled to drag her numb body away. There was definitely some truth when she'd spoken about being half-succubus. No other creature would have been able to withstand the demon like this. But she was definitely weakening.

The Snow Queen in the meantime reached the bottom treads leading up to her throne. She was wheezing and sobbing, desperately reaching up to a staff leaning against the side of the grand seat made of ice and snow, sparkling like a massive clear diamond even in the shadows the demon cast all around.

He just walked up and smacked the weapon aside, before catching a hand-full of the Snow Queen's braid and dragging her up onto the throne.

“Your body is resilient, whore," he hissed. “You will require special treatment."

Special treatment is exactly what he gave her. He slammed her face down over the armrest of the throne until her ass was up in the air. Then with one hand guiding him down, he slid the crown of his member between the firm globes of her taught young ass, against the forbidden hole hidden between.

The Snow Queen yelped in pain, feeling the cock trying to spear open the tight ring of muscle, and she jolted forward, slipping the demon's grip. She scrambled, kicked and crawled over the throne to get away, laying a good few jabs with her high heels into the demon's thigh. But he ignored it, grabbing her by the ankle, dragging her backwards. She clawed into everything she could to try and hold herself away, but it was no good. Several of her nails snapped, the others leaving large scratches in the surface of the throne as slowly but surely, bit by bit the demon dragged her back by her hips and wrapped her ass around his cock.

Pain lanced through her body. Her ass went numb as the foreign object worked its way up a passage never designed to house such a big thing. All she could do was scream, even as it tickled her core. Even as the pain subsided. Even as it quickly turned to pleasure. Even as she was filled completely, to the point her body began to ache for more.

There, on her own throne, the demon held her down and mercilessly raped her ass until her body was a shuddering, squirting mess. The tendrils restrained her as before, limiting how she squirmed and struggled, but it was impossible to miss how her body clenched on his cock, how her pussy twitched and leaked relentlessly. Even with the demon pressing her face into the seat of the throne, her voice echoed throughout the throne room.

She begged, she whined, she keened for him to stop. She screamed about being in pain, about wanting no more. But despite what her mind declared, the way her body betrayed her deepest, dark desires with every shudder, twitch and squirt of her leaking pussy.

“Please, no," the Snow Queen wailed, black tears streaming down her pale face. “No more! Mercy, please-…"

The demon laughed, yanking her head back by her hair until her fear smitten eyes were locked on his own.

“You may say no," he growled darkly, his free hand easing down her slender tummy before a finger dipped into her sodden pussy. Her muscles tightened, but there was no keeping him out of her slick, aroused body. Her desire was free-flowing down her thigh and pooling on the seat of her broken throne. “But your body is begging for more. There's more slutty succubus blood in you than you think."

He slammed hard one more time, a few more inches of his length plunging further into her depths, and with a fresh scream from the Snow Queen came another 'splort' of juices squirting from her quivering pussy.

Her whole body tensed as it was wrapped around his cock. From the ends of her toes up her slim legs, through her spine and behind her lips was an electric tremor. Her face contorted into a mixture of pain and bliss, her wide, watery eyes staring into the great beyond as she was forced over the threshold of orgasm no lover or serf had ever helped her achieve. Wrapped around him like a tight little cock-warmer, the Snow Queen screamed breathlessly.

And the demon pumped his essence into her again. The gallons of hot demonic cum filled her bowels, swelled her belly and she retched hard, trying to hold back the sheer flood. But it was no use. Her body convulsed, she doubled over, kinking the cock hilted in her ass and retched hard one more time, blowing his cum out of her mouth and through her nose.

She was gargling as she struggled to catch her breath, blowing bubbles of cum on her lovely lips as she stared horrified at the torrent Kale had shot through her. She choked, but she was still breathing. And inhaling deeply, Kale noted the stink of mortality taking hold on the Snow Queen.

“Almost done, your highness," the demon sniggered. “Always clean your toys when your done with them."

Wrapping his claws under her chin, he flipped her around until she was laying across her throne, face tipped up a little so her lips were lined up with the demon's monstrous cock.

“No," she pleaded, her voice reduced to a helpless little sigh. “No, wait! Please no more! No mor-…. hrrgggrlghhh~!"

She was silenced with a wet, gagging gulp as her slender little throat bulged around the thick cock sliding down her gullet. She thrashed, kicking weakly at the air and pawing at his hips. Her teeth failed to even graze the unholy flesh of his stem and her eyes widened, the fallen queen screaming internally for mercy that would never come.

The demon took his time, thrusting into her gullet almost as if sliding into a long-time lover. The pace was slow. Romantic. Measured as if pacing himself, to drag out as much of the pleasure as possible. He wanted this to be long and satisfying, edging himself in her mouth.

The Snow Queen still struggled, coughing against the cock bulging her throat again and again. and with every long thrust from the demon, she grew weaker and weaker. Her bright, glowing irises rolled up into the back of her skull, leaving her eyes blank and white as more tears mingled with the streaks of mascara, blush and lipstick smearing her cum-ruined face.

The demon stiffened after a long time and came one more time. She felt it, travel down her gullet and into her belly like the fiery sensation of whiskey passing her lips. She retched and heaved against the cock; dark seed bursting from the seal her lips made about the base of the demon's member. More long strings shot through her nose.

She kicked, she thrashed and she clawed, but she couldn't find purchase on either the throne he violated her on, or the demon's hard, muscular body.

Satisfied, but already yearning more the demon continued. Long slow, wet thrusts into her throat, again and again as if caressing the woman of his dreams. The Snow Queen she stopped heaving and struggling against the cock ravaging her gullet, as if finally ready to lay back and enjoy what the demon was doing to her. She no longer thrashed and kicked, weakly letting her limbs flop down awkwardly to her sides. Her left eye twitched through her blank stare, a final gargling whimper trying to no avail to escape her blocked throat.

Then finally silence.

Darkness settled over the Snow Queen's domain.

Kale woke with a gasp. He was cold and wet, with mounds of packed snow thawing all around him. The palace had collapsed in places, disintegrating enough under the blazing sun to expose the throne room to the outside world.

Gone were the frigid blizzards and snaking winds. The sky was clear bar a few fluffy clouds here and there. And the sun shone strong as if they were in the midst of summer. Much of the mountain snow still held, glistening like a desert of diamonds. But there was a significant warmth to the air.

A comfort touched Kale's face, a comfort he'd all but forgotten. It was short lived though, as he turned his head to see the remains of the Snow Queen's throne… and the Snow Queen.

She lay there upside down like a used whore as the ice structure melted and waned around them. Her hair was a mess, the neat braids ruffled and frizzed out of shape, her gown turned into tattered strips and her naked limbs sprawled out in an unladylike manner.

Black mascara was smeared over her face by a mixture of tears and demonic seed which glazed her pristine skin from head to toe. More cum pooled in her mouth as well as her other gaping holes that were thoroughly used and subsequently pumped full.

Her large glassy eyes were fixed on Kale with a mixture of confusion and terror. The daughter of a succubus, the Snow Queen had never expected to die, let alone like this.

Kale immediately turned away from the disgusted sight and vomited, unable to help himself. He'd chopped hags and goblins into pieces and burned the remains. He'd disembowelled gnolls, dismembered trolls, lynched criminals and crucified vampires… but this was too much. It was worse than the witches. This young woman, so innocent in appearance and misguided in behaviour to meet such a terrible end…

It was out of hand. It had to end. Kale had to stop this.

Shakily, he drew his pistol and loaded it. A bullet followed the powder down the barrel and given how hard his limbs were shaking with a mixture of fear and fatigue, Kale practically threw his weight on the hammer to cock it back. Slowly but surely, he pressed the barrel under his chin. He shut his eyes, then fingered the trigger, taking rapid breaths, psyching himself up to squeeze-…

His finger jerked back and he felt the pistol recoil as the hammer struck home – click!

Kale's eyes flew open again and he looked down at the gun. There was no fire. No salvation by a bullet. Just the dead click meant to be a terror to men in need of their gun at the pivotal moment. Like now, Kale needed his pistol more than ever, and it was not being faithful.

He tried again, faster this time. His hand cocked the hammer back, he jabbed the barrel under his chin and yanked the trigger expecting next time he opened his eyes to be gazing over a lake of fire and brimstone.

Alas – click!

Was the flint worn down? He tried again – click!

Did he load the gun wrong? Again. Again. Again – click, click, click!

Was the powder wet? Was his gun broken now he needed it the most? Or was he destined to be God's personal whipping boy? Condemned to suffer a long life alongside this horrible demon slipping and sliding around inside his soul?

Screaming in frustration he tossed the pistol like a child having a tantrum and wept. It was a short lived cry however. As his gun spun off and cratered in the snow, he looked down the slope he had thrown the weapon. And there, with the church bells pulling his attention he saw it.

The next valley had been hidden in a misty blizzard before, but now with the Snow Queen's influence on the weather petering out the sky had cleared and the sun's warm rays reached down into a valley only a mile or two away where the people had been living in the ice palace's shadow. From where he sat on his knees Kale could see people were out in the street. Children were playing in the thawing snow. And their joint hymns praising God for their salvation carried up the mountainside.

A bit of a realisation hit Kale, leaving him just a little dumbstruck. He may have killed those witches, killed the Snow Queen in a deplorable way. But in doing so he had saved those people below. All the people in the Highlands who could have fallen prey to the eternal winter or the Snow Queen's minions were saved.

He hated to admit it, but some good had become of all this.

What if this dark spot on his soul was a gift? The ability to become the thing monsters feared. If he was to shoulder the burden of demonic heritage, then he would wield it like a terrible sword. He would point it at the evil ravaging the world.

He opened the pouch on his belt and produced his journal. He would document this while the memories were still fresh. Perhaps there was something he could commit to written record that would help him wield the demon in the future. But as he was leafing to the next page that would be the opening chapter of his new life going forward, he spotted something else.

A bank of snow shifted, broken free as the sun melted through. And laying nearby was Xaniphe. The nymph was still catatonic, eyes shut and lips slightly parted with mist rising from her mouth with every breath. The burned infernal script Kale had left on her still scarred her chest, and the rest of her body was still glazed in the corrupted seed of the two turned inquisitors. But otherwise she was unharmed. The last – no, the only survivor of Kale's demonic rampage. What did that make her exactly? A monster? Or a victim?

Kale did not know, but there was only truly one way to find out.

Sliding the journal back into its pocket, Kale wrapped the naked nymph in his cloak, draped her in his arms then slowly carried her down to the village.

X

It was a crisp spring morning, and Kale found himself in fine company. His journal lay on the table beside him and his pipe was clenched firmly between his lips. But the solitude did not last long.

People passed by the inn where he was renting a room and greeted the inquisitor enjoying the fresh country air. They didn't greet him simply as 'inquisitor' either.

“Good morning, Kale," a farmer said with a tip of his cap, his wife giving a short curtsy as she followed close behind.

“Good morning, Mister Draven," a young boy carrying a ball called as he went the other way.

“Kale! Fine weather this morning, no?"

“Good weather for a hunt this weekend, don' you think, Kale?"

“The ladies are baking pies for later today if you're interested, Kale Draven!"

Everyone seemed to know him by name. And oddly enough, their faces and names had stuck in Kale's mind, having been among them all winter. They were good people, and with plenty of the Snow Queen's minions still lingering he didn't need too many excuses to stick around and make sure they were safe. As the snow melted he'd watched these people claw themselves back from the brink. It brought a bit of warmth to the heart Kale had convinced himself didn't exist.

But being honest, he was sticking around to keep an eye on someone specific.

As he thought of her, a girl skipped out of the stables with a pale of raw milk dangling from her arm.

She was a fair girl with skin like fresh snow, hair the colour of a blizzard and icy blue eyes. But there was a warmth to her, a summery vibrance that brought colour to the village wherever she passed.

Boys in the village looked at her with obvious lust, and even the men glanced – though discreetly so not to upset their wives. At the same time the women glanced in this girl's direction with a sense of jealousy. All the same, everyone greeted her like a friend. And she cheerfully and enthusiastically greeted her new neighbours back.

Skipping to a halt in front of Kale, the girl gave an extravagant curtsy, smiling with a shy little glimmer in her eyes.

“Good morning, Kale Draven," Xaniphe greeted.

The ice nymph was a radical reverse of her former self. As far as Kale could tell, she was mortal. She couldn't remember anything from before, and like the villagers, she accepted she had been the Snow Queen's slave. The eldritch brand around her neck was covered up by her modest blouse, assumed to be some sort of mark of slavery the Snow Queen had left on her. She was better off not knowing any differently.

“I found this growing around the back of the stables. The first spring flower." She smiled quite proudly as she handed Kale a flower.

The carnation was the colour of freshly spilt blood. Yet Xaniphe looked at it in a way common folk did not look at pools of gore. To her, it was just a red flower.

“I'd like you to have it, Kale Draven," she added when he hesitated.

Confused, Kale took the flower and looked at it for a moment. It was delicate like Xaniphe had been in his hands when he raped her in his monstrous other form. He shuddered inwardly, remembering screaming in his own mind to stop, but having no control over his own body. Another victim to the thirsting laughter of the beast that dwelt inside him.

Swallowing, Kale glanced at her, though not too long. The longer his eyes followed the sleek unblemished surface of her flawless young skin, the more his loins stirred… and the louder the animal growled.

“Why?" Kale asked dryly, staring at the flower.

Xaniphe shrugged in a way only innocent young ladies could. “Just because. It's what friends do. We give each other gifts to show affection."

Kale looked up and held her gaze this time. His loins didn't stir like before as he was more intrigued by the statement than by the flow of her body's attractive curves.

“I've never had a friend before," he admitted.

That made Xaniphe giggle. “Of course you have. You have me!"

As Xaniphe went to leave she stopped mid-step, as if thinking of something. Doubling back, she hopped back onto the porch and planted a crisp kiss on Kale's cheek. She then hopped back down and skipped off to churn butter.

Kale felt an entirely different churning in his loins as he watched her go. He knew how the men of the village felt. But they might never even come close to experience the terror that coupled with Kale's stirring lust. For with it came a dark purring in the back of his mind.

But Kale was able to push it back. The demon settled, allowing its leash to be tugged at. Because it knew as well as Kale did that they would go hunting this weekend. Hunting for the Snow Queen's left-over minions still plaguing the countryside.

Nymphs and witches and other slutty little things for the demon to slake its lust on. A relief from the burden of infernal blood, so that Kale could have a semblance of normal interactions with the mortal world.

The demon back in its cage, Kale opened his eyes and enjoyed the sight of Xaniphe happily bounding away like a normal man enjoyed the sight of a girl who was happy and safe. She got to live a full and happy life now.

After all the evil Kale did to get here, all the suffering and woe in his tracks and all the terrible things he'll do to keep people like Xaniphe safe; at least he's done one thing right.

The End

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