Demons Run

Demons Run

With cat-like grace that you not have expected from a man of his size, the warrior ducked beneath the huge two-handed axe that the demonic warrior swung at him, the miss making the creature's eyes flare red in a reaction akin to a moment of anger as it tried to bring the axe back around for another strike.

The action was too little and far too late, the human's sword striking upwards and the tip of the blade being driven into the soft flesh beneath the black metal helm that his opponent wore.

Silence gripped the creature and then its mouth fell open and it let out a low growl of anger, the axe dropping from its hands and clattering against the stone-cobbled floor of the dungeon.

The sound echoed around the room even as the human brought his sword back up and was ready to strike the decisive blow, the attack not coming as the Demonic warrior first fell to his knees and then forward onto its face like a tree in the forest that had been cut down.

The warrior let loose a breath of air, it came like a desperately needed relief, the weight of all this now lifted from his shoulders as he had fought and now was the champion of Demons run.

"You have won, Human"

The sound of the female demon's voice was now heard and he looked up to see her rise from the throne she had sat up and told him that he had done well to get this far, but would fail in this final fight against her champion.

He gave her a cocky smile, he felt he had the right to gloat after what he had achieved and now it was time for him to collect his prize.

"What do you choose for your victory?"

He looked her up and down drinking in her image, her skin as dark as Midnight and her eyes burning a bright purple and her demonic spiked tail swishing behind her like an annoyed cat.

"What do you choose for your victory?"

She asked again, this time the annoyance in her voice being more pronounced as she took several steps from the throne and now stood no more than an arm's length from him.

"I choose you"

He offered and locked eyes with her and the mere mention of such a request made her eyes burn brighter in response to the request.

"You could not handle me"

She offered with a wicked laugh that was so mocking in tone, it might have cut a lesser man deep to his core and made him reconsider his choice of prize.

But it did not, he just stood his ground for a moment as they remained locked in each other's gaze, his hand moving to start to unstrap the metal breastplate he wore in battle as he no longer needed it.

"But I have won the right to try"

He said back to her, the arrogance in his voice just as strong as it had been in hers and it seemed he had made his choice and there was no way that he was going to back down from it.

"if that is what you want?"

She said with a sense of resignation in her voice, it was like she had tasted defeat and now stood powerless to say no, not that he was dumb enough to trust a demon that fully.

The breastplate clattered to the floor to reveal the cloth shirt he wore beneath and he wasted no time stepping closer to her.

"Yes, that is what I want"

he offered in response and was now close enough to wrap his powerful arms around her body and pull her closer to him, his lips finding hers and he felt the power she had inside make him feel like he was on fire.

But it was not in a way that would break him, no he could feel the passion flowing from her and he could not help but continue to kiss and taste those exquisite lips that he had fought so hard to be his.

Whether through the nature of the prize he had won or perhaps through her letting go, he could feel now begin to respond to his lips on hers and the two tasted each other as if nothing else mattered.

To the victor go the spoils and he knew that she would spoil him until he could take no more and he did not object to seeing how far that would be.