Redeemers of the Fallen

Al-Saqit moaned helplessly as his virgin cock became soaked in gushing black fluids that seeped through the slit of his penis and entered his body. He had never known such power, such exquisite sensation, such utter bliss. The Beast stole more of his innocence and purity every time she lifted herself from his penis and then drove herself back down upon him. All the while Abdalrahman stared transfixed up at the alien eyes of the demon looming above him.

"Your mullah is a fool," the Beast growled as she rode his puny, frail human body hard. She quite enjoyed Abdalrahman's utter submission contrasted with the way his aroused saber penetrated her so deeply. Her mask slipped so her snarling voice resembled that of a rabid beast more than any woman's. "Aiding those foreigners in their genocidal war upon your true brothers of Islam? That faithless dotard must be removed before your people are all destroyed."

Abdalrahman nodded his head in agreement with the truths this Ifrit spoke of. Slowly, subtly his bouncing hips began to thrust his prick up inside of her in time with the Ifrit's regular up-and-down rhythms. She bared her teeth in a terrible, triumphant smile as Abdalrahman became a more active participant in their coupling.

Why does my order waste their time fighting other Muslims instead of waging holy war against the Western devils who have invaded our sacred homeland? Abdalrahman wondered. Who is the true enemy?

"The other tribes who live in this desert," the Beast continued. "They do not respect you. They beg and squeal for your protection and are happy enough allowing your warriors to die in service to them but what have they ever given you for tribute? You must take the rewards that rightfully belong to you for ensuring their safety. Torture and behead their men before enslaving their women and children. Take a dozen wives for your own so you will have many slaves to please a great, important man such as yourself. Do it in the name of Allah."

Abdalrahman couldn't agree more. How many of his brothers in the order died rescuing ungrateful villagers from bandits and terrorists? A stringy old goat and a ladleful of fouled water. That was all the reward they received for their sacrifices. No extra coin to spend, no women to please them, and no slaves to ease their daily burdens. Al-Saqit must break all the stupid and senseless vows held by his sect so his brothers might finally enjoy the fruits of their labors and make the dangers they were constantly subjected to worth the risk.

The Beast heaved with increasingly satisfied grunts as Abdalrahman used his entire lower body to thrust hard up into her every time the open grave of her cunt plunged back down the entirely of his cock. Her tongue extended from her mouth long and loosely as she panted and the way she wagged her tongue lasciviously back and forth made it clear she derived sick pleasure from subjugating this weaker male. Her eyes burned with fiery intensity as her hips, pelvis, and cunt worked in concert to deliver Abdalrahman to his climactic destiny.

"You must destroy these foreigners who dare to defile the sovereignty of your sacred homeland," the demon preached with a deep, bestial snarl now that she had forgone any pretense of womanly seduction. She rode Abdalrahman hard enough to make his cock ache while she spoke poison into his vulnerable mind.

"The white devils will always return to exploit your resources no matter what deals you make or treaties you sign. They are safe in their rich lands sitting atop the highest towers, well-insulated from the destruction they wreak upon your people. You must take this fight to them rather than allow them to choose the battleground. You must recruit and train true believers willing to die so they can attack your enemy where they feel the most comfortable. Someplace populated and public, where their families are made as vulnerable to bullets and bombs as yours have been. Only once they've held their dead children in their arms will they know what true faith and devotion looks like. Then they will have no choice but to capitulate."

Abdalrahman saw the truth now. The order must cleanse this land and make it pure again for the kingdom of Allah. Christians, Jews, Yazidis, Kurds, and any other trespassers must be swept away until all foreign influences were eliminated.

Al-Saqit gasped as the Beast's already constrictive tunnel clenched tighter around his penis and pulled at his prick as if the suction were trying to draw the seed from him. He whimpered at the unfamiliar sensations of pulsing and trembling inside his penis until with a loud cry he fired a thick load of years-repressed ejaculate straight into the womb of the Ifrit, the sweet desert angel who had shown him the light of true faith. Abdalrahman thought he might cum forever as his body kept pumping unending streams of ropey sperm until the flow receded as his male organs became totally drained. He never broke eye contact with the pure black orbs of the creature's gaze throughout their copulation. With a final spurt of creamy-white semen into the Beast's foul, slime-ridden snatch Abdalrahman's tense body relaxed and he threw his head back with a satisfied groan.

The Beast smiled its black, razor-toothed grin as she held the warrior down and used her cunt to steal more than just his seed. The holy man's purity, innocence, and even his very soul belonged to the demon now to use as she saw fit. The Ifrit cackled like a witch as she tore open the front of Abdalrahman's robe to expose his hairy chest whereupon she marked him with deep scratches using the tips of her clawed talons. Thin bloody lines across Abdalrahman's pectorals composed a demonic rune of ownership that permanently tagged this hapless human male as her own. Underneath the thick carapace covering the Beast's chest and abdomen, the exact same marking had been seared onto the breasts of the human host possessed by this demon.

"Mine," the Beast purred triumphantly.

Abdalrahman climbed to his feet in a daze, his erect penis still black with the demon's fluids and his chest howling with pain as his blood soaked through the front of his tainted white clothing. With his stupid, cowardly mount probably still running in terror the warrior would have to begin the long, arduous journey home on foot. Abdalrahman didn't even glance in the Ifrit's direction as he limped away. As far as he was concerned, no such creatures existed. True evil walked amongst the faithful during the brightest hours of day, it did not prowl unseen in the dead of night.

Abdalrahman al-Saqit, Venerated Protector of the Holy Desert, had already devised so many plans to cull the many evildoers in his midst. All the infidels and unbelievers must pay in blood for their insolence and blasphemy. Abdalrahman yanked his sword out of the sand as he walked by and rested the blade across his shoulder as he began his long journey home, totally uncaring of the flaring pain in his red, blistered hands as his palms gripped the hilt of his scimitar. He left the machine gun behind. Abdalrahman's sword of fire would cleanse and purify this land of every foreigner until their corpses piled higher than the tallest dune. And if any of his brethren disagreed with his methods... well, then their hearts were obviously impure and must be cut from their chests while still beating so their corrupt souls might be cleansed. Abdalrahman trekked through the desert back to his order with wild eyes that showed the mad glare of a fanatic.

The Beast stood perfectly still, her long blonde hair waving in the wind as she tracked Abdalrahman's departure until his shrinking profile disappeared behind the farthest dune. She turned and looked out at the vast, moonlit emptiness that stretched in every direction while she searched and sniffed with her nose. Finally the Beast spoke.

"I smell you hiding out there, Queen of Darkness!" the demon hissed. "Your pathetic spells of concealment might fool these idiotic humans but they are ineffective against my kind. I scented your stench of death from miles away."

A woman suddenly materialized out of thin air a few paces behind the Beast. The newcomer was strikingly beautiful with long, dark hair falling in waves down past her waist and a face as pale as the moonlight which only further emphasized her full, blood-red lips. Her brown eyes and sharp nose were in perfect proportion to the rest of her slim-cheeked face and not a single blemish marred her smooth, creamy-white skin.

The moonlit woman wore a flowing black dress hardly suited to this wilderness environment though at least her heavy lace-up boots provided some protection from the elements. While her cup was only modest in size, the dress drew attention to the woman's bosom by splitting open in a wide swath from her collarbone right down the middle of her chest so her nipples were barely covered. The lycra material narrowed together just above her bellybutton to display a most generous quantity of bare skin. The tight cut of the bust pushed the woman's breasts together and adhered skin-tight to her chest to emphasize her cleavage and prove she had some figure to boast of. Her breasts were comparable in size to two large, succulent oranges and the tight fabric clinging to her waist, hips, and thighs showed off an arse and legs worth dying for.

"So you've finally come to retrieve your sister?" the demon taunted with a most beastial and unpleasant voice as it turned to meet this unexpected interloper. "I've been waiting for this day. How did you locate me? You must have been searching for an era by now."

"Longer even," the witch answered in an imperious tone that signaled she was used to commanding others. "Fortunately, rumors of strange phenomena and unspeakable acts of violence and murder always follow in your wake."

"Do you truly believe you can rescue her?" the demon asked with mocking incredulity. "I've inhabited this body longer than any other and will not part with it so easily. Your sister is mine and I will do with her whatever I please."

"You will dispossess her body immediately," the night-haired woman sternly ordered. "Or else prepare thyself for an eternity of pain."

"An eternity of pain like what you've inflicted upon this world, Mirela Turenau?" the Beast asked as it used the voice of Mirela's departed sister exclusively. The demon grinned with delight at the discomfort expressed in the narrowing of Mirela's eyebrows and the tightening of her lips as she was reminded of her dear sister Bianca's voice. "For as many atrocities as I've committed, they pale in comparison to your misdeeds."

"Be that as it may," Mirela admitted. "I'm not leaving here without that body."

"But I've enjoyed inhabiting her husk so very much these last four-hundred years," the Beast sighed plaintively while mimicking Bianca's voice.

The demon reached down to fondle one of her shelled breasts while her other claw spread her thick, seeping black fluid all around her thighs and loins. The Beast forced her dagger-like fingernails into her cunt and savaged her own genitals.

"I'd never possessed a woman before until this perfect female specimen became my host and I must tell you that controlling Bianca has been the most delightful experience of all my long existence," the Beast grunted with pleasure as it forced most of its claw inside itself. "So many men have sold their souls just for a sniff of this cunt. I adore being absolutely ravaged by cock while using your whore sister's body."

"Release her," an enraged Mirela demanded. "Now. Or else suffer the consequences."

The Beast sneered impudently at Mirela before suddenly throwing its claws up, the one limb recently embedded in its demonic cunt flinging dark fluids in Mirela's direction. Mirela had readied herself for such an attack and she immediately lifted her arms and threw her hands forward to counter the infernal spell directed at her.

To any passing observer the sight would have been ludicrous: Two figures standing several feet apart and holding their arms up as they waved and gestured their hands back and forth through the air. But onlookers sensitive to the uncurrents of power invisible to most humans would have been horrified to observe such evil sorcery being tossed about so carelessly. If Mirela faltered for even a second the demonic magic employed by the Beast would flay all the skin from her body while still managing to keep her alive.

Mirela launched her own spells of attack at the Beast though their effectiveness was dulled by Mirela's intent on subduing the creature rather than destroying it. The demon barely blocked these gales of force aside and the monster growled with frustration when it realized that Mirela's power had increased substantially since the last time they faced each other centuries ago. Mirela barely survived that previous encounter, weakened as she was after winning her duel with the rival witch Vivianna. The destruction of the former Countess Turenau liberated the demon possessing Bianca's body from Vivianna's spell of binding and left the infernal creature free to visit torment and corruption upon this world.

Eventually the witch and the demon relented from the unleashing of sorcery when it became evident that neither could outduel the other with torrents of spellcasting. Both their chests heaved dramatically as they recovered from their exertions and neither wanted to be the first to make the next aggressive move. The Beast was the first to speak up.

"Do you still remember the times we made love, sweet Queen of mine?" the demon slyly wondered, no longer even trying to mimic the voice of her host. "Back when you stupidly thought I was still your sister? Or perhaps you simply enjoyed pretending. We fucked until the break of dawn with the blood and gore of innocents soaking our entire bodies red as we thrashed together and climaxed all over each other's bodies."

"An illusion I will fall prey to no longer," Mirela countered. "I have no wish to consort with demonkind ever again."

"Ah, but you were always so deliciously creative and enthusiastic," the Beast lamented. "So very eager to have a spined tail squirming deep in your cunt or to kneel in worship before my unholy temple and imbibe the fouled emissions of an infernal being. Shall we not lay in this sand and take pleasure from each other as we once did? I can even pretend to be your sister if you like."

"Bianca," Mirela demanded. "I want her back. Relinquish your control and return to the foul pit that spawned you at once or else face punishment unlike any you've experienced. Your choice."

Without warning, the demon rushed toward Mirela on all fours and lunged at her. Mirela was not the only dark creature to level up during the previous centuries. She was momentarily stunned by the speed and strength exhibited by the ferocious Beast as it loped toward her with long, rapid strides of its muscled arms and legs. But Mirela's reflexes had become so quick and controlled during her long life that time moved in slow-motion whenever she fought an enemy. She threw herself to the side to dodge the Beast as it leapt for her chest and she quickly swung back around to avoid the first of the demon's strikes. Mirela lifted her arms in a martial stance and blocked aside the next several blows using her forearms. The strength of the Beast would have shattered the bones of mere humans but Mirela threw her wrists and elbows into the path of these frenzied attacks without breaking.

Even the formidable Queen of Darkness was not strong enough to emerge from such a convergence of fell powers unscathed. She couldn't dodge or block the savage demon's every attack and eventually its slashing claws circumvented her defenses. Razor-tipped talons tore at Mirela's arms, thighs and stomach when her evasions failed, ripping open deep gashes and wounds. Fortunately for Mirela, her blood flowed differently from humans so bleeding out wasn't an immediate concern.

The Beast rumbled with laughter as it observed the nearly incapacitating damage it had inflicted. Mirela gritted her teeth through the pain of her flesh being rent asunder and patiently waited for her next opportunity to strike. Arrogant in the certainty of its imminent victory, the Beast drew too near and Mirela immediately lashed out in a blur of speed to snatch her hands around both the demon's wrists and hold them in an unbreakable grip. Demons were ancient, powerful beings but not necessarily the most intelligent.

"I know something, foul creature," Mirela teased her opponent with an insolent smile.

"And what is that, Queen of decay?" the Beast growled before snapping its sharp jaws at Mirela mere inches away from biting her face off. The demon's black spittle flew all over Mirela's face and clothing as it struggled to free itself unsuccessfully from Mirela's powerful grasp but Mirela stood her ground unyieldingly.

"Your true name," Mirela spoke softly. "And with that, Zzazzazzural, I bind you. You should have listened and obeyed when I gave you the chance."

An expression of fear was cast over the face of the Beast for the first time since engaging in combat with the vampire queen. The Beast tried wrestling free from Mirela's grip but her efforts were to no avail as the vampire's powerful grip held true. The demon's claws fell slack and the creature began convulsing wildly before Mirela released its wrists and allowed the demon to collapse heavily to the ground.

The Beast, Zzazzazzural, Hellspawn and Denizen of the Fiery Pit, laid on its back with all four misshapen limbs splayed out wide. Mirela knelt beside the creature and caressed the smooth portion of its face while the demon's chest rumbled heavily in peaceful slumber. Even with her features twisted by the evilest kind of corruption, Mirela still recognized the beautiful woman imprisoned beneath that beastial visage.

"Oh, Bianca," Mirela murmured sadly. "My sister, what have we done to you?"

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Mirela worked her incantation slowly and carefully, waving her arms in rhythmic motions while trying to keep undistracted by the fearsome growls and thrashings of the Beast as it laid pinned to the altar by Mirela's warding spells. Mirela spent weeks in the attempt to capture this awful creature after flying from her castle in Romania to Cairo, Egypt. If Eduard or Loredana had an inkling of what Mirela intended, they wouldn't hesitate to eliminate her. She left her kin with some excuse about leaving Sidexes to inspect their many safe houses spread throughout Europe and to embark on a few bloodhunts in foreign lands but Mirela could tell her subterfuge didn't fool any of them. Lies came to Mirela as easily as breathing any more.

For over a century Mirela had searched fruitlessly for this escaped demon. Wherever the Beast appeared, discord and atrocities always followed in its wake. After a long, hidden absence, the Beast resurfaced during the Great War in Europe a hundred years before. The Beast continued from that war-ravaged continent to Russia and then on to the Far East before going dormant for decades once the creature realized something was tracking it. The trail went cold. But Mirela recently intercepted rumors of a creature in the Middle East whom locals had named 'The Ifrit'. Bedouins living in the deserts bordering Israel and Jordan claimed that a demon living there was corrupting good men and turning them into religious fanatics who committed terrible acts in the name of Islam.

Hunting and then capturing the Beast had been difficult enough but transporting the heavy, unconscious creature to this sanctum proved more arduous than Mirela expected. Mirela had to drag the paralyzed demon for hours across miles of shifting sand until they reached this ancient Christian church. With as spent as she was from injury and exertion Mirela's journey went slowly and laboriously.