Hey everyone! MrDawnFluffles here with a story about demons, and priestesses fighting demons, and what said demons do to the priestesses when they lose. I wrote this story after playing through DOOM Eternal, and I hope it'll inspire more stories in the future!
Enjoy!
CW:
Demons, Size Difference, Non-Con, Saliva, Ryona, Exhibitionism
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I burst through the door, wood chips exploding into the dark room with me. The hooded figures sat in a circle, the pentagram alight on the floor. I grabbed the leader and threw him against the wall, causing a small crack to form and dust to rain down from the ceiling. But that didn't stop their chanting.
The circle grew brighter, and two more figures emerged from the shadows. They raised their hands towards the sky and formed glowing balls of fire. They cast them down towards me, and I dodged all but one, which luckily only ruined my rifle. I drew my pistol and put two bullets in their heads, but still, the chanting grew. The circle blurred, and I knew it was too late. Just as I shot a few of the remaining cultists, the last few coughed up blood and keeled over, the spell complete.
I took cover just as the portal exploded outwards, covering the room in Hell's light. Sulphuric embers lilted through the air, and I put my hand over my mouth and nose to prevent myself from breathing it in.
I was too late.
I reloaded my pistol and took a step closer to the portal. The swirling red energy beckoned me, and I fell forward into its welcoming embrace. I landed on a rocky surface, the air itself choked with sulphur. The smell made me cringe.
I'm finally here.
Before I could even catch my bearings, a handful of Imps buzzed toward me. "Come get me!" I shouted, though a sliver of doubt crept through my mind.
If I couldn't stop some cultists... humans... how can I kill a demon?
I unloaded the entire clip and only downed one of them. The others were on me in a flash, and I didn't have enough time to reload. I drew my knife and cut up a second one, though it only withdrew, not going down entirely.
I fought my way out of their arms and bought myself just enough time to reload. I dropped my only grenade as I retreated to a higher point, and I took out six of the seven left. With my third clip, I took out the last Imp.
I let the tension fall from my muscles as I took stock. I only had six clips left, since my rifle lay in tatters on the other side of the portal. My knife would have to be my main piece, though it wasn't really sharp enough to warrant getting in close.
What am I supposed to do?
I shook my head, clearing it of doubts.
No, Mother wouldn't like me to doubt myself. I got myself into this mess. I'll get myself out.
I glanced around, but the portal was nowhere to be seen.
A female voice echoed through the valley, chilling my blood with every word.
"Welcome, Sister Aurora, to my domain. I was expecting something... more extravagant from your first display of heavenly power, but I suppose you were always the late bloomer, weren't you?"
I bared my teeth. "Show yourself, demon!" I shouted into the air. A slow simmer crept into my cool blood.
"Anger is ill-befitting of someone so lovely, wouldn't you agree? Regardless, I'm sure you will be more entertaining in the following trials. Enjoy, my dear!"
Another eight Imps appeared right behind me. They wrested my pistol away from me, though I did stab one of them in the chest. The tiny thing went down, which only left more room for the others to claw at me. My armour seemed to prevent most of their attacks from getting through, though they did steal all of my armaments. I managed to cut another one, which then withdrew. I pushed two off me, only for another to hop on my back, slamming me to the floor again.
We scrambled around for a moment before I crawled over, two of them on my back, to where they had tossed my gun. I used it to kill one of them, but another stole it from me again and tossed it even further.
I slashed wildly with my knife, but they were getting smarter; they pulled back, giving me some breathing room. Each time I would lunge out towards them, they would dodge and strike back at me while I was vulnerable. Finally, after an intense beating, I heard my shoulder plate crack. The entire arm of my armour broke away, leaving nothing but my thin clothes beneath it, which were quickly torn away by the Imps.
As we danced, I killed two more, still leaving four that had me surrounded. One of them withdrew, suddenly, and I felt a sharp pain against my chest plate. The armour cracked and broke away as the Imp shot at my metal plates repeatedly. The cowardly wretch even reloaded my pistol in order to keep firing on me.
Eventually, after the bastard unloaded three entire clips, I stood there, covered in nothing but some thin cloth.
I snarled and charged forwards, slicing the Imp's throat and reclaiming my pistol as the other three recoiled at my sudden fervour. I spent the rest of my ammo killing them until I was left with nothing but some cloth, a knife, and an empty pistol.
I was panting, not even caring that I was inhaling the sulphur straight into my lungs.
As I wheezed, the ground shook. I looked up to see a huge demon before me, the rough exoskeleton coating its skin giving it a bony look. It dripped with some liquid, possibly sweat from the drastic heat, and stared down at me. "Uhh, hi," I said, nerves creeping into my throat.
The voice appeared again. "Welcome to your first real challenge. You've been incredibly disappointing so far, and my guests are all eager for you to give them a proper show. Do something flashy, Sister, or else."
I readied my knife, but before I even had the chance to contemplate my strategy, the demon had me by the throat. A grin crept across its toothy maw, and with its opposite hand, it stoked my face. I tried to bite at the claw, but it stayed just out of reach of my teeth. The claw moved down to my neck and started cutting away at my shirt.
It stripped me down to my underwear, baring my pale skin to the heat of the underworld. My breathing became more haggard as it clutched my throat and fumbled with my bra. It stuck one claw down between my breasts and pulled at the string connecting the fabric until it withdrew, leaving my breasts covered.
I let out a hesitant sigh as it stroked my leg, its sweat mixing with my own.
"Let... me... go," I groaned as the beast tightened its grasp again. My windpipe closed fully, and my lungs started to beg.
It stroked my leg again, this time drawing me closer. Its mouth opened, and a long slithering tongue snaked out of the wet orifice. It leered at me for a moment before caressing my cheek gently. The slippery monster slathered the sides of my face with saliva, even going so far as to invade my ears.
Finally, after abusing my skin a bit more with its muscle, it let my neck go somewhat, and I sucked a deep breath into my lungs. Before I could give my lungs what they wanted fully, though, it jammed the appendage all the way down my throat. I felt the creature fight briefly with my epiglottis before delving further down my passage, all the while pumping my mouth full of its spit.
I tried vomiting, but it repressed my urge with its sheer strength and its tongue travelled all the way down my esophagus and into my stomach. I could taste its saliva soaking my tongue and invading my senses. It pulled me against its body, allowing its thick tongue to further explore my stomach, and I could feel its muscle writhing against my inner walls.
The creature moaned into my mouth, and with the loud noise came another flood of saliva, which filled my mouth and forced me to swallow it.
