Chapter 6: Demon's Pitchfork

"Hooo~ Even when it seemed like your guard was down?"

"Well, I couldn't react as fast, since I was sort of in the middle of something."

Clementine's stiletto had pierced Sitri's flesh, yet she could not stab his heart, for the man had clutched her wrist before she could complete her jab.

Still, that was all that Clementine needed. "Do you recognize this dagger?" She taunted, her fiendish smile on full display.

"Not really? Is it special or something?"

"Ufufufufufu~ It's the one charged with Lightning, the spell I couldn't release in time."

"Spell? Magic? Is that seriously your trump card?" Sitri casually rolled his eyes.

"Look~ looook~ how close it is to your heart! There's no way you'll survive that~"

The threat did nothing to wipe off Sitri's smug grin.

"Hey~ You're still making that stupid face~" Clementine's sadism exuded from every pore of her body, "Did you think I was starting to like you or something~? Kyahahahahaha!"

"So this is what you're really like, huh?"

"I can't help it! I just love killing! And it was pretty fun – patiently distracting you until your Stun effect had run out! I won't lie, it was fun~ fun~ It was tons of fun~!"

"What if I told you I really fell in love with you, Clementine? Would you spare me then?"

"Ha?" Her expression instantly turned into one of disgust, "Love? Don't make me laugh. Though if you were weaker, I might have let you worship me some more. I didn't exactly dislike that, but you're much too troublesome. You're stronger and faster than I expected. It kind of pisses me off."

"Well, I'm at least flattered you considered it." Ever so arrogant, Sitri graced her with his kindest smile.

Clementine's scowl sharpened, "Beg me for your life. Scream for help."

"How about a kiss instead? Your lips look even more luscious when you're like this."

"Tsk. This is why you will never make a good pet." An air of hysteric glee possessed the assassin, "Now, writhe as you die, monk!"

[Lightning!]

Nothing happened; Sitri sighed.

"What the hell… this… this should've been the right one!" The tip of Clementine's weapon was still beneath Sitri's flesh.

[Lightning! Lightning! Lightning!] She shouted in rage.

"Look, that's not going to work, but since I like you, I'll tell you what. Try casting it while you're not touching me."

"Are you stupid!? You think I'd listen to you? Shut up and die already!"

But her wrist was forced back, until her stiletto's tip no longer pierced Sitri's skin. It seemed effortless for Sitri to overpower her.

"Damn it! My body isn't…!" Clementine struggled in vain against Sitri's grip.

"I'm going to release your arm, okay? Make sure you're not touching me, and then try casting your spell." The warrior added with a chuckle, "I'm pretty sure cum doesn't count."

"I'll kill you! You're dead! You hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, try it."

"How dare you look down on me, you shitty monk!?"

Her wrist was freed, and Clementine, on the brink of insanity cast, [Lightning!]

The air crackled as vicious blue whips emerged from her weapon. Their target was a few inches forward. The large bolts of lightning crashed against Sitri's body.

Or so it seemed.

They soon fizzled into nothingness, leaving Sitri completely unharmed.

"I-Impossible! Even magic resistance can't go that far!"

"I told you. Magic is dumb; it's not fair, so it won't affect me."

"D-Dumb!?" Clementine screamed, "Quit lying to me, you fucking bastard! Answer me! Why won't my spells hurt you!?"

"Human combat, at its peak, should always be a test of physical might. That's what constitutes a Fair Fight." Sitri motioned towards the small hole in his chest caused by Clementine's stiletto. He was bleeding from that point. "The rest is just dumb, so it doesn't count. Lucky for me, whichever God or Devil sent me to this world, they seemed to agree! Gahahahaha!"

"What are you talking about!? God? Devil?" Clementine gritted her teeth, "Aren't you just some fool from the Slane Theocracy!?"

"I'm just a simple traveler, Clementine." With that self-assured response, he pinned her hand to the ground, towering above the assassin's naked body. "Now, focus! If you can make me bleed, that means you can kill me!"

Sitri aligned his pulsing, fat cock against Clementine's slit.

"This is your punishment, big sis, for trying to stab me."

"Y-You bastard… I'll..." The blonde's protests were choked halfway through her throat.

The smooth lips of her pussy parted in an attempt to accommodate the absurd thickness of Sitri's cock within her.

"St-Stop… there's no way…"

She shoved her cum-soaked soles against Sitri's chest, in order to halt his advance.

"There's no way that thing will…"

Sitri's flared glans forced themselves down Clementine's hole.

"… fit... "

She jabbed her nails into his arm, while her organ sent signals of terror and ecstasy into her spine.

"… inside…"

The devil's sizzling rod filled her insides. Mercifully, gently, it passionately blazed against every part of her inner walls with its mind-melting heat. After a few seconds of insidiously slow penetration, Clementine's pussy was full of cock; the head of Sitri's dick lovingly kissed her womb, and for a moment, her body felt entirely sated.

But after glancing downward and catching the sight of several remaining inches of Sitri's penis, her fears re-emerged.

"… of m-!"

He slammed his remaining length inside her.

"Ghhk-!" Was Clementine's breathless scream of pleasure and agony, as her cervix was invaded by Sitri's member.

Whatever strength she had in her legs melted away once the brutish man began thrusting in and out of her fleshy passage. She felt an incomprehensible mix of having her insides stirred into a boiling mess, and being stabbed with a rod of hot iron.

Sitri, bearing a vile grin, whispered in Clementine's ear, "Tear the skin off my back. Make me bleed."

He smugly provoked her.

B-Bastard!

Clementine could barely form a cohesive thought; her brain was an endless firework of red-hot pleasure and searing white pain.

She dragged her unrestrained hand onto Sitri's back, but could barely reach around his massive frame.

Noting her intent to follow his request, Sitri tore away Clementine's stiletto and threw it down the alley. He then grabbed the assassin's legs and spread them open, before thrusting his hips as deep as he possibly could.

Whenever his full length was inside her, the blonde could merely gasp for air.

"Does this mean I'm stronger than you after all?"

Clementine's crimson gaze ignited violently.

"I'm-aanh~ the-annhh~ str~aaanh!" She spat in wonderfully lecherous moans.

"Prove it then!"

As Sitri pulled his hips back for another ruthless thrust, the blonde locked her thighs around his waist and stabbed her nails against his back.

"I'm th-aanhh~ strongest!"

Even as she attempted to claw through his back, her nails were impeded by Sitri's imposing muscles.

"Gahahaha! You've killed so many people, and yet you aren't even able to hurt me!? Do it harder!"

"I'll kill you-! Annhh~!"

As the assassin dragged her nails down Sitri's muscular back, she felt a wonderfully pleasant sensation.

Blood trickled down her fingertips.

"I did it!" Clementine's mind sparked with excitement; it reminded her of her first kill. "I made you bleed! I did it!"

Sitri smiled down at her.

His furious thumping against her womb, coupled with the exhilarating thrill of bloodshed, made Clementine's hips throb uncontrollably.

Full of Sitri's ruthlessly thrusting cock, the assassin could not even move without having some part of her pussy engorged with more inches of his meat. Worse yet, her cursed body celebrated the repeated thumping of her insides by sending wave after wave of meltingly hot ecstasy across her entire frame.

Her sanity faded away, and in the following instant, Clementine dragged Sitri's hips against her own, tensing wildly in her second orgasm of the night.

While pressed against Clementine's naked body, Sitri's cock was suddenly squeezed into a vice-tight grip. The blonde panther's fleshy insides attempted to milk him of every last drop of his semen.

Sitri happily obliged, thrusting his dick within Clementine's cervix before unloading his thick cum inside her.

The amount he released gushed into the woman's hole, quickly filling her modest chamber. And yet, despite it being his second ejaculation, Sitri showed no signs of stopping, filling her womb above its capacity.

The carnivorous pair remained intertwined for a few minutes, until both their bodies were free of lust's command.

Plopping his flared cock-head free from Clementine's ever-tightened hole, Sitri watched as wads of potent white cum soon overflowed onto her legs.

Clementine's body was entirely flushed. She lay on her back, gasping for air, barely holding Sitri's hungering gaze.

"Even now, you look beautiful."

She offered no reply, her lungs begging for more oxygen.

"Pale peach skin and golden hair; it's the kind of beauty you just want to defile." Sitri stood up and walked besides Clementine's head. He knelt down, grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair, and used it to wipe his cock clean. He was satisfied only once he had tainted almost every follicle of her golden-wheat mane with his seed.

Clementine said nothing. She just looked at him angrily.

"I would seriously kiss those lips of yours until the end of times, especially when you make that angry face."

Sitri collected his garments, dressing himself while occasionally peeking down at the assassin.

He grabbed his shirt last, pulling it from underneath the woman's body, but instead of replacing it atop his chest, he used it to wipe off the remaining semen on Clementine's thighs and feet.

"Don't… touch me…" She groaned.

"It's a bit late for that, Clem."

Sitri stuffed Clementine's missing stocking in his pocket, "As promised, I'm keeping this."

He then clumsily grabbed the assassin's scattered pieces of equipment and posed them beside her, going so far, even, as to retrieve her stilettos and morning star.

Finally, Sitri covered the woman's body with his cum-soaked shirt.

"Sorry, but that's all I got." He delivered with his usual grin.

"Tch!" Clementine flung the worthless piece of cloth off herself, "Disgusting."

"I'd love to meet you again, Clementine. Hopefully under equally pleasurable circumstances."

Sitri turned away, allowing Clementine to gaze at his bloody back, before disappearing from the dark alley.


Alone in the desolate street, Clementine started equipping her armor.

"Damn bastard… Your magic resistance is the only reason you're still alive." She spat bitterly. "Next time…"

Her eyes focused onto a small shiny item, placed beneath her chest-armor.

It was Sitri's adventurer plate.