Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 36

I know it's abit late for the dedication but i dedicated this one for **DarkLayza** 

One of my silent readers and one of those who never failed to like/vote each of my recipe.. THANK YOU!

Wiping my sword clean from foul smelling blood dripping on its sharp edge, I grinned with satisfaction as a large legion from Fuxal’s army dropped down, dead and bleeding on the ground. Turning around, I released a ferocious roar towards the other legions that surrounded me and just like a mouse that suddenly saw a cat, they scampered off into different directions.

Huffing in disgust as the smell coming from their mangy pelts permeated the surroundings, a repugnant combination of sulfur and rotting flesh.

Three weeks.

I’ve been fighting non-stop against Fuxal’s army for almost a month, his idea of punishment and I actually revel on it, I can burn off the excess power that Elisha’s life essences imparted on me.

Grinning as the memory of her and her blood appeared on my mind, I could not wait to get back to the mortal realm but before that I must finish the daunting task of thinning out his ever growing army and what makes this task a bit enjoyable was the fact that Fuxal used them to taunt me before. When he mentioned that he will pass Elisha to them when I don’t cooperate and go along with him, that made me furious beyond limit and that what fueled my hunting urges.

Looking at them with my eyes blackened by bloodlust, I methodically cut my way through their pack. Hunting them one by one and easily slashing through their thick, furry armor, cutting them as easily as cutting weeds.

Fighting and killing them is exhilarating; they might be the lowliest and weakest creature on Fuxal’s army but they are the most dangerous ones. They possess towering bodies that are protected by thick, foul-smelling fur and fully armored by sharp claws and teeth that can tear through any armor, they are a very formidable creatures and combined the fact that there are a lot of them, they kill like the way wolves did, by numbers and by pack.

A thousand more.

I need to hunt and kill another thousand of these vile, lowly creatures before Fuxal lift that ban on passage to the Mortal place. No Underworld being can go back and forth on Oregon when Fuxal placed a ban on it and they sure are pissed about it.

An electrical tingling on my back alerted me of another presence near me and sure enough I saw her, looking as sultry and exotic as the last time that I saw her, Nualla.

“Hmmm… Nothing is more arousing than finding a blood-soaked demon in the middle of bloody carnage.” She purred seductively, stepping near enough for her pheromones to waft towards me, a very beguiling scent and I could not help but respond to the call of attraction as I closed the distance between us.

Releasing a much stronger pheromone of my own, I watched Nualla’s eyes glazed over as lust filled her golden eyes, darkening it in an appealing shade of amber.

Stepping closer to her, I revel at the scent of arousal coming from her, its calling me in a carnal way and I could not help but respond to the carnality of it while I pressed her body to mine.

Dipping my head down towards the slightly parted lips that promise an incomparable sexuality, I zoned out everything and fully focused myself on the willing, overly-aroused demoness infront of me inspite of the blood, gore and dirt that coated my sweat-soaked body but a familiar prickling sensation coursed through my body, stopping me when I'm just a few millimeters away from the nectarine pleasure of her mouth.

I smelled her long before I recognized Fuxal’s presence, the scent that immediately overcomes the stench of blood and death as well as the smell of the succubus in my arms.