Alliance.
The temple of the blood-god God Deimos.

The senior investigator Ictus enjoyed the spectacle of a young demoness who was placed on a red-hot pig, resembling a form of a huge member. Insane shouts of pleasure and pain reflected from the dark walls of the casemates. More recently, she presented herself as the Lady of the Seas, shared a bed with the Count of Luxembourg and commanded a whole nation, but now she is just a piece of meat in the hands of skilled investigators. It was funny to see how at first she tried to wriggle, threaten, bribe, then build herself an impregnable heroine ... But in the end, when the last shreds of her will collapsed, she told everything. He gave at the mercy of the executioners, but not to stop torture, but to prolong them as long as possible. In the two months spent by the demoness in the temple, she turned from an elite spy into an insatiable vagina, eager to be filled every second.

- Demons ... Seventh, they have been testing our patience for too long - Ictus said dryly, without taking his eyes off the captive - we must make a return move.

- As ordered by the Lord. - said a creature similar to a man only on the outside, he was not nearly disturbed by the sight, he himself saw and did things many times more monstrous and cruel.

The seventh was not a man, like any servant of the god of vengeance - Deimos, he was a death-bearer. The warrior does not remember either his father or his mother, he was taken to the temple as a baby and dedicated to Krovavarok. Training, alchemy, magic, drop by drop, squeezed the whole human being out of the deadly bearer, turning his body and mind into the ideal machine for the fulfillment of the Master's will.

“Tomorrow you go to Demonia, the portal.”

“By the will of the Lord and to death,” the deathbringer replied with a ritual phrase.

Demonia.
Southern provinces.

Dari was literally overwhelmed with pride that it was her, the youngest of all Roxt brides, who were sent to this task. Four warriors from the legions of Demonies were transferred to the demoness. Mages spotted in the vicinity of the portal of the little people, these dirty semi-animals, able only to serve the true owners of this world.

The young warrior had already imagined how she would tear the bodies of dirty, frightened, smelly human warriors with her swords, multiplying Roxte's fame. Then she will cut out their hearts and bring them to the throne of her master, to prove to him her devotion and zeal.

The only thing that darkened the mood of Dari is that these dummies are legionaries, it is not clear why the mentor imposed them on her student, no sense from them. Only constantly licked at the figure of a warrior, it should be noted that there was something to see: a toned, resilient body, tempered by constant training, high bosom, invitingly heaving up under thin armor from the skin of the asura, eyes that only representatives of the demonic nobility resemble the midnight sky , blood-red hair cut into a short, almost boyish hairstyle, so that barely covered his ears, full of sensual sponges, from under which looked the sharp tips of the fangs. But the warriors had nothing to hope for and possession of this body, they knew perfectly well that the priestesses of God - the warrior Rokst devote their soul and body only to him, and there are no other men in their lives, and there cannot be.

Behind these thoughts, she did not notice how their small detachment crossed the knoll and went out to the edge of the forest. Here, in the shadow of a large boulder, sat a man dressed in a battered, dark brown robe, a deep hood hiding his face. The man was not afraid at all at the sight of the demons, continuing the seat with his back on a boulder and playing with a small hunting knife.

- Well, finally, otherwise I already waited. - the man said in a calm voice.

“Damage of mind from fear? - Dari thought, slightly straining - or ... his friends hid in the forest! "
Gesturing, ordering her detachment, the warrior disperses and attentively looks at the bush thickets at the edge. Meanwhile, the man stood up to his full height and threw off the hood, under which turned out to be a gray head with a face covered with scars, his black eyes without iris looked at the demons with irony.

- Deathbringer! - managed to cry out one of the warriors before falling throat slit.

The impetuous like a gust of wind, a man, killed two warriors before they could bare their blades.

- Back to back! Shouted the priestess of Roxta, prepared to sell her life as expensive as possible, because before them stood the living embodiment of horror, one of the most cursed of the human race.

The man circled around three frightened demons, clutching a bloody knife in his hands.

“And where are the glorious and fearless warriors of Demonia?” I see only two shaky sissies and one pretty slut. - the unsociable grinned - By the way, why a bitch of a piece of iron, all that she has to squeeze with her hands is a member of another client!

Snarling one of the soldiers rushed at the man, breaking the circle. His breakthrough was meaningless, he did not live even three heartbeats. The last of the legionnaires followed, clamping his hand over the torn stomach. Darya understood that the last moment of her life had come. Fully concentrating on the movements of her blades, she spun in place and struck simultaneously with two swords, aiming at the neck and chest. She put all her speed and power into this blow. Her eyes glistening triumphantly, she saw that the stranger did not have time to dodge her "Word of the Storm." But as it turned out, he was not going to do it - the deathbringer simply set up his forearm for the flying blades. With a thud, the swords struck the hand of a man, entering into it no deeper than two fingers, as if in front of them was not tender human flesh, but a bog oak. The next moment, the world for Darya exploded with a thousand sparks and the earth threw itself in the face.

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- It's time to get up, brave warrior! - shouted the man in Dari's ear, bringing to her nose a jar of muck, the smell of which sharply cleared the mind and put out the demon's headache.

- Burn in hell, the creature! - evil snapped the priestess, looking around she saw that lies bound in a forest glade.

- What is your dirty mouth, I think that I can find him a worthy use. - his lips stretched in a wry grin.

- You do not dare! Dirty animal!

- All of you say so, until you try to taste a strong member.

“Why do you need me at all?” Kill me and finish on this! The priestess blurted out hopefully, desperately trying to get out of the ropes.

- Well, why kill the owner of such a beautiful body? Besides, you are the priestess of this god ... what's his name ... Roxta.

- Animal, how dare you!

- You repeat, and I have big plans for your god, more precisely his main temple.

- Holy Diver! You will die in torment!

- Well, do not say that it strongly contradicts my plans. - The mortator smiled, squatting down next to the demoness - How much passion, I like it.

- Get your hands off! - Dari screamed, forgetting about her military honor, when a man grabbed her ankles.

Not paying attention to the cry of the priestess, the man crushed her under himself and spread her slender legs. The demoness squirmed her whole body, trying to avoid the inevitable. Her hands tied behind her back strongly interfered, but from this position she managed to bend and bite her rapist by the lip.

- Oh, well, wait a minute, kitty, I will make you begging yourself to stick to you - said the Seventh, wiping blood from his chin.

Grabbing the body of the demoness ...