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Belholm was a peaceful village, surrounded by farmlands and forests. It was located on the southern end of a mountainous land called Darsanic, which was ruled by the benevolent King Cyprian II.
In Belholm lived a blacksmith's son named Gareth, who happily spent his days as his father's apprentice. He was a strong young man, generous, and kind. Pure of heart, as his father would say. Life in Belholm moved slowly and peacefully. Its citizens were happy.
Until one day, seemingly out of nowhere, as if it had risen from the ground itself, a dark castle appeared on a mountain peak overlooking the village. Surrounded by black clouds, it darkened the skies over Belholm, decimating crops and turning the life of its residents upside down.
King Cyprian was sent word of this new trouble and in response he dispatched a small crew of soldiers, from lands neighbouring Belholm, to investigate the castle and its inhabitants. The soldiers never returned. A second team was sent to investigate the first. They, too, failed to come back from the dark castle's depths.
The village was now gripped in terror. Residents fled to other villages if they could and the ones who elected or were forced by circumstance to remain behind cowered in fear.
Gareth, enraged by what had happened to his peaceful village, made a trek up the mountain to see for himself what had happened. He opted to scale the side of the mountain, rather than take the road that had appeared leading up to the castle, and when he emerged on level ground at the top of the mountain, he hid behind trees to get a better view.
The castle was made of black stone that looked like it'd be wet to the touch. Pires that reached high into the sky. And a large gateway that appeared to be guarded by...demons! Gareth couldn't believe his eyes. They had large bright eyes, wide fanged smiles, and pointed wings held behind their backs. But something else was off about them. Gareth squinted closer. They were dressed in the garb of the king's army! These were the men that had been sent up to investigate! Transformed into these horrible creatures! Oh, what a cruel fate. Gareth prayed for their families.
"Young Gareth," came a voice colder than death from behind where Gareth was crouched.
Gareth spun, startled, and found himself staring at a large, loomimg figure. Pointed wings. A pointed tail. Two large horns emerging from his skull.
"H-how did you know my name?" was all Gareth could get out.
The horned figure laughed a cruel, mocking laugh. "I read it in your mind, like on the pages of a book," he said. "Please let Cyprian know that King Demon has returned and thank him for all the lovely soldiers he sent to their dooms. They make excellent pawns."
"You monster!" Gareth screamed. "What did you do to them?!"
King Demon threw his head back and laughed. "You're a brave one aren't you Gareth?" he said. "Back down the mountain with you."
And Gareth found himself climbing back down the mountain, not under his own power, his limbs compelled by King Demon, somehow.
Gareth went on horseback to Cyprian's kingdom at the heart of Darsanic. He was granted an audience with the king, and told the benevolent ruler his tale.
"So he is back," Cyprian said, gravely. "I'd hoped it was something else. His mind control makes him impossible to defeat."
"Perhaps not," said a local cleric, standing nearby, one of Cyprian's many assembled advisors.
"What say you, Cassian?" Cyprian said.
"Our order has spent the past dozen years working on training that could break King Demon's spells. We are not fighters but we could pass along this knowledge to a soul noble of spirit and pure of heart." He looked to Gareth.
Cyprian nodded. "Very well. Gareth of Belholm, you will train with these men."
Gareth was shocked, surprised at this sudden turn of events, but honoured to take on the task.
Gareth and the Order of Clerics trained for a week, Gareth leaning sword fighting, shield defense, heavy grappling, and, most importantly, strengthening his mental acuity and focus. This was integral to defeating King Demon, the clerics said. One moment of vulnerability and King Demon would be inside your mind. The only way to defeat him was to have no mental weakness, as one stray thought would leave Gareth open to corruption and defeat. Consistency and strength were key.
Upon completion of his training, Gareth was knighted by King Cyprian and given Vendermere, a sword said to be blessed by God himself. Its holy light would infuse Gareth's soul and make him a soldier of God, and its blade would pierce King Demon's heart when the time was right.
Gareth rode with Vendemere at his side toward King Demon's castle. The skies were black and torrential rain attempted to beat him back down the mountain, but he forged ahead.
He made it to the get, where he was set upon by two guard demons, and he prayed to God that the souls of these former Darsanic soldiers would find peace as he slaughtered them.
He made his way inside the castle, surprised and enraged to find a space that had ruined so many livelihoods and killed so many men to be decadently appointed, in contrast to its outer shell's decrepit appearance.
He fought off guard after guard, praying for their safe passage to heaven with each life he ended, as he got further and further toward what he assumed must be King Demon's throne room.
He finally came upon a large metal door that emitted dark energy, and he knew he'd found the place, but before he could beat the door down, a different king of guard, this one twice the size of the others, appeared before him. King Demon's personal bodyguard, Gareth assumed. A brief fight ensued and barely any time had passed before Gareth had separated the bodyguard's head from the rest of his body.
He opened the door to the throne room.
Inside sat King Demon on an ornate golden throne, a pitchfork-like trident in one hand. His skin was dark red, the colour of blood, and he looked, to Gareth's irritation, bored.
Gareth threw the bodyguard's head toward King Demon's feet.
"Well done, Gareth," he said, in a booming voice filled with menace. "My entire corps of guardsmen gone, like that. I could've changed them back into God-fearing soldiers and they could've returned to their families, but you've made sure that can never happen. Congratulations."
He was trying to throw Gareth off but Gareth wasn't about to fall for it.
"I am here to send you back to hell," Gareth said. "I have been blessed by the king and the church and this sword is infused with holy light."
"Is it now," King Demon said.
He rose from his throne and Gareth saw for the first time that he was completely nude, and for the briefest of brief moments his eyes flitted down to King Demon's large, dangling cock, then back to the eyes of his enemy.
"Oh young Gareth," King Demon said, sounding disappointed. "The battle is over before it begun. You've lost."
"No I haven't," Gareth said, defiantly, but when he attempted to lift his sword from his side, his limbs wouldn't move. He tried to take a step forward, failing in this as well. An invisible force was holding him still.
"What have you done to me," Gareth said.
"All that training and your strong mind couldn't resist stealing a glance at my manhood," King Demon grinned. "Undone by lust."
It hadn't been lust, Gareth thought, mere curiosity. Was it really over?
"Indeed," King Demon said, reading Gareth's thoughts. "But instead of killing you, perhaps we could find some other use for such a...curious...young soldier."
Gareth did his best to move his arms and legs, to no avail."it's not too late!" he shouted. He would figure a way out of this.
"Oh it's far too late, weak one," King Demon said, and as he said it, Gareth floated into the air, at which point his helmet, his boots, his armor, glove, tunic, and every other piece of clothing he was wearing removed itself from his body, until Gareth floated naked in front of King Demon.
"What are you doing?" Gareth screamed, "Let me down this instant!"
"As you wish," King Demon said, and Gareth floated to the ground, but instead of returning him to a standing position, King Demon put Gareth on his hands and knees, his asshole in the air, facing King Demon's throne.
"Stop!" Gareth said. "I am holy soldier blessed by God!"
King Demon walked over to Gareth and leaned over him. "Then clearly this is what God wants for you."
His tail curled out from behind him, a small triangle at the end, and the triangle aimed itself at Gareth's behind. It rubbed itself up and down Gareth's hole, curled itself into a cylinder shape, and pressed itself into Gareth's hole.
Gareth screamed. He felt white hot pain in his rectum even though King Demon's tail was about the width of a finger. He'd never had anything in his ass before. The tail moved rhythmically back and forward inside his hole. It hurt.
"Please stop!" Gareth shouted. "I beg you!"
King Demon, his tail still exploring Gareth's ass, walked around in front of Gareth. He said, "As you've already observed, knight, I'm quite well-endowed and I simply must prepare your asshole for my cock."
King Demon got down on his knees in front of Gareth and said, "In the meantime, you may prepare my cock."
He pulled down gently on Gareth's chin so that Gareth's mouth was open as wide as it could go, then King Demon slid as much of his erect twelve inches into Gareth's mouth as he could.
His protests now muffled by King Demon's cock, Gareth tried to not choke on the massive unit sliding in and out of his throat. It wasn't easy. He tried to relax his throat muscles as much as possible, but he still gagged on King Demon's thick cock, loud slurping and sucking sounds accompanying every thrust of King Demon's hips toward Gareth's face.
He was now being treated plugged on both ends - King Demon's dick in his mouth and King Demon's tail in his ass. He felt hopeless. He imagined fhe moment King Cyprian found out how spectacularly he'd failed this mission. The disappointment of the people of Belholm. He was supposed to be a hero. It was his destiny to save his people and his land.
"That was your destiny," King Demon said, reading his thoughts, "and now this is your destiny."
Gareth felt something hit the back of his throat, and then a lot more somethings. He swallowed it quickly to stop himself from choking on it completely. Salty and hot. King Demon's cum.
"Yes, knight, swallow every last drop," King Demon said, his cock still in Gareth's mouth, still unloading waves of his seed down Gareth's throat. He pulled his dick from Gareth's mouth, accompanied by the removal of his tail from Gareth's ass.
"And now it is time to fulfill your destiny," King Demon said, "by becoming my whore."
"Please, King," Gareth, near tears, begged. "Have mercy on me. Allow me to leave."
"I'm sorry, knight," King Demon said, lifting Gareth into the air and spinning him around so that he was lying on his back, both legs in the air, his ass exposed below. "You will never leave this castle. You will spend eternity by my side as king's consort."
Gareth's legs were now wrapped around King Demon's hips, held in place by King Demon's clawed hands on Gareth's thighs. His dark red skin providing a stark contrast to Gareth's more milky tones.
"This is what fate had in store for you," King Demon said, jamming his dick into Gareth's asshole.
Gareth was overwhelmed with horror: at the idea he was getting fucked by a demon, at the idea he was doomed to this castle for eternity. But after a few thrusts from King Demon, Gareth noticed something odd: he wasn't feeling any pain. Despite the girth and length of King Demon's massive cock, getting fucked by him actually felt...good?
"Oh," Gareth moaned, almost in surprise. "Oh."
"Yes, knight, you are beginning to understand."
Receiving King Demon's cock went from being good to being almost overwhelming in its goodness.
"Ohhhh!" Gareth screamed. "Oh! Oh! Oh'" He didn't know what to do. The pleasure was almost too much for him to handle. "Oh God! Oh God!" He thought he might lose his mind or go insane. Being fucked by King Demon felt better than anything he'd ever experienced in his life.
"You like this don't you, knight?" King Demon.
"Oh yes, King! Yes yes yes!"
"Do you want me to stop, knight?"
"No please, please don't stop King!"
Gareth's own erect cock was spurting precum. He reached down and started jerking himself rapidly. His other hand exploded King Demom's muscular chest and every now and then he'd reach down and feel the coarse hair of King Demon's balls as he pumped himself in and out of Gareth.
"Ohhhh ohhh ohhh," Gareth moaned, in ecstasy. "Oh King."
"You want this don't you, knight?"
"I want this so bad," Gareth said, "so so so bad uuuuggghhh."
"And you reject the useless church and tired old monarchs, don't you knight?"
"I do, King." Gareth grabbed both of King Demon's ass cheeks as King Demon fucked him. "I do."
"All you want to do is please me, to please your real king, yes?"
"Yes my King," Gareth moaned. "I am yours. Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!"
King Demon's spiked tail wound itself around the tangle of arms and hips and snaked its way to Gareth's mouth, where Gareth sucked on it like it was another cock.
"Then welcome to your real destiny, knight, as my personal sex space," King Demon said.
Gareth's eyes were closed and he moaned in approval as he sucked and got fucked.