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A Hard Redemption

Request from Xenodrg: Old Knight vs Demon lord with reverse corruption, size difference, and hyper

“That’s good. You can leave.”

Shuffles, steps away. The sound of the tent flap being pushed, the critters outside… And then, almost a silence, if not for the flickering torches, the ragged breath, or the cuffs clinging.

“Finally facing me? Paladin? Tsk. Go on, kill me. You won this battle, but not the war. My fealty to my lieg-“

“Can you please shut up?”

Felaran, the Deathbringer, gulped.

His dry lips, akin to leather, closed. His red eyelids lifted, his osseous brows were raised. And so his surprise was there when his bloody eyes met with the Leader of the human army.

Then, the Demon offered a toothy smile, his wing stumps flapping.

“Fealty? Don’t you know that? That is why I am a Demon Lord, and you are a mere… paladin.”

A mere Paladin. That wasn’t even wearing his armor.

But the glimmering aura he gave off was without equal. Much like his martial posture, or the smell of burnt flesh. Nevertheless, the Human, wearing only a shirt and mere pants, strutted around before he examined Felaran’s bindings: unattached cuffs that were keyed to Holy magic.

“What? Are you afraid to speak? I promise I am no Fae. I won’t steal your voice if you talk in my presence. I might even gif-“

“Let’s make a pact.”

“… Sorry?”

Felaran’s surprise was obvious, his mouth missing a beat. But then, his lips curled, and he turned his head, his undulating horns almost skewering the Paladin.

“My, my. A holy Paladin craving for power? What will it be? Ah yes… I shall grant you my power if you release my bindings. Yes, this is adequate.”

“You got it wrong, Felaran,” replied the Paladin, pushing the Demon on his chest.

“Ugh! What do you mean, Paladin?”

“You are not in a position of power here,” said the Human, his breath…. Stroking the Demon’s lower back, and then his plated loincloth, before it pulled it away.

“DON’T YOU DARE!”

“I do. May the light of Estrus bless you,” said the Paladin.

Something gleamed behind the Demon. And the stench of Holy magic filled the tent as he snarled, his wide muzzle twisting into a rage while his nostrils dilated.

And they dilated more when something hot, scalding, worse than the fire of hell penetrated his ass. He cried, shouted, and tried to kick against the bindings blocking his every movement.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” he cried, spit flying as he felt his posterior burn from outside and within. It was like a rod, an impossibly warm rod that was forced within… And with it, that burn stretched to his guts, to his groin, to his… Genitals.

“PULL THAT OUT! CURSED PALADIN!” Felaran roared, his serpentine tongue flicking.

But that finger wasn’t removed. Neither the Holy aura as it seared the flash, burnt away the filth, purged the Demon from within.

It wiggled, advanced, it pushed, prodded, and then… It touched something Felaran would not have desired to have touched, not even by the most pleasant Succubus before the finger was removed.

And… His head dropped, his lower jaw followed. Saliva dripped while his claws dug into the soft soil. He turned, looking at the smirking Paladin.

“I… I will not yield,” said Felaran. “Your… Touch is nothing.”

“Touch?” scoffed the older Human, passing a hand into his graying beard before he offered a broken smile. “No. I cleaned you for my passage. I wouldn’t want any accidents.”

“Accident?”

Felaran scoffed at the remark, though the more he thought about it… He was more concerned until he heard shoes being thrown away. And then, of fabric dropping on the ground.

“Wait. What are you doing?” the Demon shouted, turning his head again to get a glimpse at the human… And to see him. That Paladin.

He was a mere human, probably in his old age. Beyond his fifties, and yet fit. Muscular. Wrinkles peppered his face, and scars his body. Even his arms were covered as such, though the constant gray fuzz was certainly a nice cover.

He might have been bald, but his chest, happy trail, and pubes compensated for it…

Likewise, he compensated for his smaller size compared to the Demon with a ‘tool’ that was insane. It was pendulous and heavy, enough to be comparable to the human’s forearm. How could he hide this in his pants? How could he bear this between his legs?

How could he wield that penis that ought to grow as it went stiff?

All those thoughts ran through the Demon’s head, making him shudder and tremble as he watched the older human approach… And then squat behind him.

His breath was on the Demon’s back, a caress on the wrinkled but not untouched entrance.

Despite their size difference, or the fact that the Human’s head could easily fit between the buns, the Paladin acted oddly relaxed.

No, perfectly in control when he raised his hands and delivered one powerful smack onto Felaran’s posterior… SMACK!

“HELL!” shouted the Demon, roaring and spitting while the Human kneeled behind him. “Get away from my body.”

“No. We will make a pact,” said the Human.

“I won’t make any pact!”

“This is not up to you. But what will remain.”

“Remain? HGNNFHH!”

Felaran bit his lips. But that was too late. He felt it, that cock. Horrendously massive, horrendously present, horrendously holy.

It was a monster of flesh on a human. And worse, as it pressed against the Demon’s sphincter, it burned the flesh. The sizzling echoed in the tent while the Human chuckled, his cock penetrating that orifice… While he was infused with Holy magic.

It was torture, a torment for the Demon as he clawed the ground, roaring to the point that everyone outside recoiled.

But none dared to enter. No one dared to interrupt what was to happen.

The Paladin pushed deeper, again.

Under his touch, the warm and rough insides were blessed and infused with Light. And as much as it burned the flesh, it was a touch that soothed the insides, made them perfectly adequate for a penetration. Corruption, through the Light.

The Light that would leave that body blessed, capable of taking a cock… And fitting for anyone blessed as a Paladin.

“The Light blesses the Faithful.”

“The Light is a lie! RUST!” roared Felaran once more, when that Human thrust, shaking his guts.

“I will teach you to serve it,” said the Paladin, his voice suave and sultry.

His hands, far from idle, ran along the Demon’s posterior as he leaned forth, practically bending forward to embrace that lower back.

And with it, his organ, his shaft, his penis, went deeper.

It went so deep; it explored depths Felaran didn’t know about, for sure. It made him hiss and growl and gasp when something was poked and touched.

When that spot, that mere walnut-sized spot, was suffused with Light, impregnated by it… And it began to ache. To crave. To desire.

A part of him, nestled deep inside him, ached now. Not for the removal. But for more.

Felaran hissed, his teeth gritted, while his claws drew gashes in the ground.

“What… Are you doing?” he cried, his voice breaking, and raw.

“I am blessing you,” laughed the Paladin.

And one hand, glimmering with light, smacked the Demon’s glabrous red posterior. The muscle wobbled from the hit, while a golden mark was left behind. The flesh sizzled there. But it wasn’t done as the Paladin delivered another smack, this time eliciting a roar of agony from the Demon.

“STOP THIS!”

“No. I won’t!” laughed the Paladin, delivering another slew of marks, covering that posterior with those golden marks, unevenly but with enough strength to shake that Demon’s ass.

Ass he was happily fucking, taking, and breaking as his cock was firmly lodged inside. The throbbing, hard, and uncut organ was nestled inside. The pubes tickled the stretched rim, the wrinkled hole… Even the testicles were resting against the Demon’s own boulder-sized nuts.

But… It wasn’t the end.

Even if the Human was smaller, his own genitals were almost meeting the Demon in size, making him wince and cry as any other would do.

And… As the Human pulled back, ever so slightly, Felaran’s huffs lowered. His sphincter naturally clenched, tugging back on the cock. But with the retreat came a respite for the Demon as he huffed, his chin on the ground.

“Yeah… Stop that. Bastard of hu-MAN!”

That bastard penetrated him again. One thrust, and the Demon was practically writhing on the floor, the palm pressed against the floor while his body quivered.

His voice was breaking, his moans were loud, his gasps generous.

The Paladin had punched his guts once more, punched his prostate with that mace of a cock.

And it wouldn’t stop there.

He wasn’t stopping there, definitely not.

No. His hips began to pump and piston inside that plump ass, his legs tensing while his lower reaches were humping against that meaty ass, holding onto the sizzling light-branded buns.

And he laughed. He laughed like a madman while his humping led to those cheeks being clapped, to his testicles beating the Demon’s… And to his cock crushing that little organ nestled within Felaran.

At first, the Demon was taking it as expected: he continued to roar and snarl. His glare, directed at no one, was unequivocal.

But then, his traits relaxed. His brows lifted, his cheeks dropped, his mouth opened. And so, the gasps and moans were flowing. They were louder than before, enough to intrigue and make one ask.

But they were a portent of something happening between Felaran’s legs. His own genitals were churning with energy. His cock, nestled inside that sheath, was now pushing against his own belly.

It dripped precum; it oozed it against the metal that was his loincloth and his skin before it pooled underneath… And around him.

With each punch, his cock throbbed with renewed energy.

With each thrust, his voice was getting higher.

With each hump, his expression broke apart until he was crying with his eyes crossed.

And only then, as he began to weep and gargle, did something change.

The constant thrusts from the Paladin shifted, going feral or berserk. His movements went from regular to a pummeling. His controlled strength was unleashed, and his hands smacked those plump buttcheeks until the golden marks covered them.

And… The Demon cried.

He was the first to cry and cum. His muzzle pressed against the ground, his ego bruised.

The puddle of precum took a whiter color as he was cumming… And again cumming.

Somehow, his refractory period wasn’t there anymore. And with each orgasm, it was more that was taken from him.

There was less time left between the orgasms, less moment for respite until what became a stolen orgasm became… Endless bliss. Pleasure without a break. Without a stop.

For an eternity, the Demon was lost in bliss.

His tongue lolled out, and saliva flowed freely while his body shuddered, sickly and overtaken.

Then… Something warm. Something burning. Something painful was inside him.

It was liquid but dense. Sticky but not excessively. And it was pumped in such an amount that Felaran’s guts were aching. He was bloated.

But it didn’t stop there as the Paladin behind him roared, laughed… And then pulled.

For a split second, the Demon shuddered. Suddenly, his asshole was free and unused, unbeaten. But it was aching. And burning. And craving.

The sphincter clenched desperately to get a grip on something. Nothing.

But then, something else happened. Something reeked: human stench mixed with the curse of Holy and the scent of brimstone. Yet, as Felaran took a deep breath, as he felt cum drip into his nostrils… A smile formed on his lips.

He didn’t notice the golden gleam in his eyes, nor the fact that his insides had been turned into gold. But he licked… He sucked on that cock that had popped his cherry.

“Now. What about our pact?”