Chapter 2-Isabeau
Deep in the heart of Kiccigorgi forest, there is an ancient temple built by the distant ancestors of the Eastern Kingdom of Mikado. Before the demons had infested the forest and terrorized the humans living in and around the region, this temple was built in honor of one of the few benevolent demons that sought to aid warriors for a few favors. Of course, such talk of benevolent demons that help humanity was blasphemous among the church and such tales were seen as fairy tales. Demons didn't help humans; they either used them or ate them on the spot.
Which was why Isabeau was praying to god as she braved the desolate forests to find this temple. Only the members of her team knew of her solo quest, as she knew Commander Hope wouldn't approve of this at all. But things were desperate for Mikado; the demons were becoming bolder with the arrival of their king Lucifer, and the Angels were no better than the demons in their use of humans as cannon fodder against their infernal counterparts. Mikado's borders were being tested more and more each day, and samurai were being pushed to their limits to keep the demons out of the kingdom's territory.
Isabeau had heard of this particular story and thought it a fairy tale-until she noticed the local demons would avoid this part of the forest like the plague. Her knowledge of demonology told her that lesser demons always avoid the domains of stronger demons, particularly realms ruled by demons of the divine races. She was taking a huge gamble doing this, but with the kingdom on the verge of anarchy and the people she loved in grave danger, she needed to give humanity the extra edge they so desperately needed.
Of course, she knew what this may cost her. Isabeau also knew of what this demon may want as payment for his services, and that it would be a long term engagement. She knew she was a beautiful girl, born and raised among the Luxurors that were the wealthiest of Mikado's people. She was a young woman with short cut brown hair, creamy skin and reddish brown eyes that belied her intelligence and skill. She wore the standard beige uniform with a skirt and shorts underneath, with thigh high combat boots and a blue coat she wore over her shoulders. She even put on some light eye shadow and nail polish for this…occasion. It was no secret that many samurai her age fancied her, and she was hoping that would work for her here.
"Agidyne!" With a wave of her hand, she incinerated a trio of Fomorian that had been tailing her since she neared the edge of the forest where the temple was supposed to be. They probably guessed what she was trying to do and tried to stop her. Too bad she was strong enough to handle demons twice as powerful as them.
"Just a little bit further." Isabeau said, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "Please my fellow samurai, hang on just a little longer."
With a prayer to her lord, she traversed deeper into the demon forest, walking past the invisible border that separated her destination from the rest of the forest. Almost immediately she felt a change in the air-that electrical charge in the air around her that hinted at the presence of a powerful demon. Steeling herself, Isabeau continued onward, instinctively on her guard despite the lack of enemies in the forest.
Eventually she came upon a massive temple composed of worn stone marble. It was almost as large as the church back in Aquila Square, though it was old and the smooth stone now sported cracks from years of neglect. Despite this, the temple still had a grand aura about it, and Isabeau immediately knew this was where she was supposed to be. The temple of the Grecian God of Fire, Hephaestus.
Sheathing her sword, Isabeau ascended the steps of the temple, passing its great columns and into main hall, which was massive and empty. Flickering torches on the walls lit up the inside of the temple, but the limited range of them inevitably left some areas shadowy or in complete darkness, which was a problem given that it was almost night. Her footsteps were heavy and echoed loudly in the vacant temple, and she hoped that if things went south, she'd be able to find her way back out. This place could easily become her tomb if she didn't play her cards right.
She entered the main chamber of the temple, which contained a large statue depicting a life sized statue of Hephaestus sitting on a throne. He was a tall, imposing figure with a strong body composed of pure muscle, mainly from working in the forges and the heavy lifting that came with it. But the most eye catching feature was the large erect member in the statue's lap. With the statue only being slightly bigger in scale to an average man, his cock must have been at least six inches, and twice as thick as a regular penis. If she wasn't told before hand of what to expect and what to offer (by Napea no less) Isabeau would've considered this as obscene.
Isabeau glanced at his bearded face and sightless eyes before kneeling before the altar, closing her eyes and lowering her head in respect.
"Oh great god Hephaestus, I am Isabeau of the Eastern Kingdom of Mikado," She said respectfully. "I come in dire need of your aid."
After a few moments of silence, the booming ethereal voice of Hephaestus echoed around her. "I know why you come here. You seek my powerful weapons to fight off Lucifer's hordes and Yaweh's Hosts that threaten your lands."
"Y-yes, my lord. Our king is dead and the church lies in ruins. We Samurai keep the peace now, and we can only do so much with our individual abilities." Isabeau explained. "I was told by one of fairies to seek out your help, so here I am. Please, I beg of you, help us in this time of need."
"If you were told of this place, then you know you must provide an offering." Hephaestus said.
"I understand, and I…offer my body in return for your services. Please use me as you see fit." Isabeau replied.
Hephaestus was silent for a moment before he spoke again. "Your offering is accepted. Approach my throne and begin your acceptance."
So this was how it began. Isabeau stood obediently and walked up the steps to the altar. Napea had also told her about this to. Hephaestus was known to have several female consorts (demons and mortals) and that made her feel like a harlot. She wished she didn't have to resort to whoring herself out for weapons, but things were desperate in Mikado and the kingdom's survival depended on her gaining his support.
Falling to her knees before the fake chair, she took a second to compose herself and let her blue coat drop from her shoulders, before reaching between the stone man's spread legs and taking hold of his cock. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as she began to caress his smooth marble-like manhood, amazed by its inhuman size and godly shape. Isabeau never had sexual relations with a man before and what she was doing now, with a demon, was against everything ounce of self respect she had.
While the statue remained silent, she felt like she was doing it right. Leaning towards the stone man's crotch, she moistened her lips. Sticking out her tongue, she twirled it around the cold bulbous head before she plunged it past her soft lips and into her mouth. She managed to fit at least four inches inside before she began to bob her head back and forth on it. She never did this before with a boy, so all her cock sucking skills had been perfect with her demons, particularly her amorous succubus. As she continued to lube this fake dick with her ministrations, she could feel her nipples beginning to harden against her top, having neglected to wear any underwear before heading out. Not like she would need it.
"Your acceptance is noted." The voice came again after a while. She slipped his member from her mouth and looked up at his unmoving face. "Present yourself on the altar."
Dutifully, she got up and walked back down to the altar, her shame now rising to new heights. She lay back on the raised stone altar, which was just the right size for a person to lie on.
Facing the statue of Hephaestus, part of her shame was forgotten temporarily as she saw the statue begin to glow. Color began to flow across the marble man, the white becoming washed away by a fleshy tanned hue. His blue eyes became lit up with life, and his beard and hair became soft and brown. His rippling muscles now seemed even more impressive, more buff than any muscular human Isabeau had ever seen. Amazing how a demon could look so human but feel so inhuman at the same time.
Hephaestus blinked as he stood from his throne, rising gingerly as if his muscles had been relaxed too long. His inhumanly sized erection however, was still in its eager state, but of course it was now fleshed out like the rest of him. He stepped down from his throne and approached the altar where Isabeau lie, a serious but not unemotional expression on his face.
Climbing on, he moved between her spread legs, his diving manhood pushing against her stomach as he began placing kisses around her delicate white neck. She resisted the urge to shudder under his touches in discomfort and anxiety, as she did her best not to upset the demon who could offer her people the safety they need. His warm lips made their way down from her neck to her heaving bosom, but her ample chest was still stuck behind her short. Pulling the shirt from her skirt, he pulled it apart and quickly discarded it on the floor.
Isabeau looked away with her eyes closed as he revealed her bare chest and engorged pink nipples, lacking any form of covering for them in anticipation for this coupling. Grabbing her bountiful bosom with both hands, he began to squeeze and knead them, not too large but just plump enough to fit in his hands. Going down to her right nipple, he began to play with it with his tongue and lips, causing her to grunt and tremble beneath him. His other hand moved to fiddle with her left nipple, occasionally switching between grabbing and groping her whole breath. His rough, manly hands felt undeniably good against her supple white skin.
Soon, he reached down under her tan battle skirt. Isabeau flinched and stifled a small cry as he began rubbing a big index finger up and down her bare crotch, already feeling that she was pretty moist. She opened her eyes, realizing that the time for the real offering was near, and that he had made her wet without her knowing it.
Sitting back down, he leant over her, planting his palms on either side of her waist, pushing against her thighs with his own, raising her legs in the air. He rolled her skirt up, took hold of his demonic manhood and lined it up with her anticipating entrance. His tanned throbbing rod and his dark brown pubes contrasted delightfully with her snow white skin. He looked her in the face, her assure god-like countenance turning her on even more. Red-faced with a bit lip and wide eyed expression stared back at him, terrified but also eager to feel what many local female demons called the best sex of their lives.
Isabeau couldn't hold back her cry as he began to push his inhumanly large dick inside her, his bulbous head entering her nether lips and slowly, but surely slipping deep inside her. Although his whole body was now flesh and blood, his dick was still as large and rock hard as it had been in statue form. She didn't even feel her hymen breaking as he sheathed his entire cock inside her. She suspected that his head had penetrated her womb from the wonderful fullness filling her cunt.
He began thrusting into her and she felt the beginnings of that wonderful pleasure some of the demons talked about. She felt everything sawing in and out of her cunt, every ridge and vein pushing into her, spreading her folds and rubbing against her wet walls repeatedly with that delicious friction. Small breaths left her mouth with every drive into her relatively small frame, her shapely breasts bouncing up and down in rhythm.
The torch light flickered, the large bronze man continuing to plough this shapely white-skinned maiden in the dimly lit room. As time went on, her juices began to flow freely, spilling onto the altar's surface as this ritualistic intercourse continued. Isabeau couldn't hold in her cries any longer, and soon she was gasping underneath him as his pace increased and his hips slammed harder into her pelvis. Hephaestus remained relatively stone-faced as he fucked her, keeping his reserve in the most manly way despite being in the middle of fucking one of his only (and admittedly hottest) human consorts. Soon though, sweat began to glaze his features, leading to a bead of sweat congealing, falling from his forehead and splashing on her breasts in the most erotic of ways.
Eventually, he withdrew from her and stood back off the altar. Isabeau looked at him, face flushed and panting, confused and wanting more for a few seconds. She almost begged him to finish, but he grabbed her and flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her legs over the edge of the altar. Almost as soon as her feet were on the floor and her shapely rump was in the air, her skirt was up over her hips and his divine rod was back inside her. His large hands settled on her hips and he dragged her ass towards him at the same time as every thrust, allowing for the most deep and energetic penetrations.
Isabeau's breasts were now rubbing back and forth on the hard stone altar surface as she was rocked back and forth, her rock hard nipples were now causing sparks of pleasure from the contact as she did so. His cock and balls as well as her thighs were wet with her juices, and a small pool of it had congealed on the floor as she seemed to be releasing more than she ever thought possible.
Her mind was nothing but a haze of pleasure as she was fucked bent over the altar, the audible slaps and wet slicks of their bodies rocking and clapping together filling her ears along with her moans. Her drawn out moans increased in frequency and length as she neared her peak, something Hephaestus noticed.
"Your drive to preserve the life of your fellow countrymen and kingdom is noted, young samurai." He said in his commanding voice, almost unwavering as he continued to hammer her cunt. "Such sacrifice will not go unrewarded. You shall have the finest weapons I will make for you humans, at the cost of your body. Are you prepared for such a long lasting commitment?"
"Yes, I'm-ngh-prepared!" Isabeau gasp the breathy words, her mind only half registering what she was saying as she swam in pleasure.
"Then receive your reward for your dedication."
And with that, his divine powers came into play. He suddenly began thrusting hard and faster than any human could ever achieve. Her current moans became high pitched screams, this new assault caused an avalanche of bliss to hit her. It triggered that deep building hear inside her, which she realized meant that the end was nigh. She tried to suppress it as much as she could, as she didn't want this ravishment to end.
But his terrifyingly hard thrusts were inevitably too much for her, and her pleasure cries reached fever pitch, letting out a huge cry that echoed throughout the temple, her back arching as far as she could manage as he walls squeezed around his massive dick. Hephaestus let out a booming roar as he buried himself into her one last time, firing off an inhumanly large amount of divine liquid deep inside her. Her body shivered as she felt a flood of thick, gooey jizz flood her womb and her canal, and felt each swell of his dick as it discharged thick globs of cum into her body. Just the feel of his jizz being sprayed into her was enough to lengthen her orgasm for another few seconds.
Isabeau's forehead hit the altar, her chest heaving and her energy spent. As the waves of raw pleasure began to fade and leave after the content after-feeling, she was filled with a sense of perverse accomplishment. She did it! She fulfilled her part of the bargain and succeeded in getting aid for her people.
Hephaestus soon withdrew his unshrinking member from her, their combined fluids spilling from her down her thighs as well as his genitals and thick legs. As she lay sprawled over the alter recuperating, he sat back on his throne and reverted back to being merely a statue with a hefty erection.
"I will grant you your wish; you shall have your weapons within three days time. But be ready for when I need payment from you again in the future."
Thus began Isabeau's long relationship with the demon god of Kiccigorgi.
Yeah, not the longest chapter, but I was running on fumes writing this alongside the FT chapter. Good news, I will be working on this before Queen's Blade, and possibly finishing it. So hoorah! Nothing else to say but thanks for reading and remember...I'm watching you fap.
