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Baron's Prize Final Word Update
🕑 Added 2024-12-25 06:11:57 +0000 UTCHappy holidays everyone!
My present for you, is the last word update for The Baron's Prize. I'm going to take a small break for the rest of the year! (please laugh) Revisions and ebooks will roll out in a couple weeks or so. Hope you all liked this story and let me know what you did/ didn't like about it as always.
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“That does it, if you won’t be silent, I’ll just have to make you quiet.”
Before he knew what was happening, the Baroness rolled him over, reaching out her clawed hands to grapple him. She was playfighting with him, giggling like a schoolgirl as she rolled him over, and Andreas would be lying if he didn’t like playfighting her back, chuckling in frustrated amusement as the demon acted in a very un-demon-like way.
Her thighs gripped his sides as she placed him on his back, subduing him with her obscene weight, her lengthy knees tucking beneath his armpits. Her hanging breasts shifted as she adjusted herself atop him, swinging like mesmerizing pendulums.
Peering at him over her chest, she brought her head over his, aiming a nipple for his mouth, one he latched on to the second it came within reach.
“This should sh-shut you up,” Sharrya grumbled, but it was her who went quiet when his teasing licks and nibbles sent her into a trance, his very tongue bewitching her. Like liquid, her breasts melted around his face and chest, burying him in hot, velutinous flesh.
His wandering hands cupped her wherever he could reach, his fingers sliding on a layer of his own sweat, leaving smears on her pink skin. She was all fat and muscle, distributed in all the most enticing of ways, Sharrya the perfect blend of death and beauty. He groped her filled-out hip, feeling her iron muscles flex beneath the layers of blubber that gave her that alluring outline he had secretly admired from the day he’d met her.
“You cannot resist running your hands over me, can you?” she asked, but not in a mocking way. There was an underlying embarrassment in her words, and he remembered what she had told him of her youth, of how she was teased and humiliated by her peers, and he felt a pang for the demon sting his chest. “So affectionate,” she cooed. “feel every part of me, I want you making mental maps of my image before the day is through.”
“Kind of hard not to, the way you’re all over me like a housecat,” he said, the mere feel of his breath on her nipple making her shudder.
“If I want you on your back, beneath me, then that is where you shall be,” Sharrya reiterated, glaring down at him. Her gaze lost its venom when he laughed up at her, the demon cocking her head.
“You’re pretty cute when you’re pissed off and turned on at the same time,” he said, taking handfuls of her bosom from below.
“I-I am not-” she stammered, taken back for a second. “Never use that word around me again.”
“What, turned on?”
“That’s two words, fool. Do not refer to me as ‘cute’ again. I have a reputation to uphold, I cannot have you blemishing it further with these unseemly accusations.”
“You’re not upholding shit,” he replied. “I’ve heard you moan in a dozen different pitches, and that’s all I’ll remember you by.”
“And what of you?” she shot back, placing her hands on his shoulders. “I have seen you bite you squirm and bite your lip as though you were untouched by a woman.”
To illustrate her point, her hand snaked along and seized his throat, her long fingers wrapping all the way around. She didn’t choke him, but held him just enough to let him know who was in control here, Andreas gulping down a lump with some effort.
She leaned down, her tits squishing against his chest as she delivered another uninhibited kiss, Andreas finding himself enthralled by her roiling tongue. She peeled away, their mingled saliva dribbling down their chins as she hovered over his nose.
“Enough of this windup,” she said, still griping his neck as she lifted away on her sinewy torso. “I’m going to wring you of everything you have. You may have defeated me on the field, but wringing you of your essence until you’re battered and bruised will more than make up for this setback.”
He couldn’t voice a reply, as Sharrya had raised her rump and took hold of his member, her warm hands taking him by surprise. Her knees on the ground, her manoeuvred herself until her hips settled on his, the weight of her ass jostling on his knees. She placed his member straight before her lips, her furry coat ticking his underside. She pressed her vulva against it, Andreas grunting as her juices draped it in a syrupy coat.
She traced one of his veins with her claw, holding him like that for a while. He was almost ready to plea her to hurry it along when her patience ran out first, Sharrya guiding his glans towards her wet labia.
There was a ring of resistance, and then Sharrya forced him inside her, her muscled walls sealing around him. She was far tighter than her size would have him believe, her folds clenching over his rod as the baroness seized up, feeling the odd shape of his organ pierced her privates. She twisted her hips, shimmying down his length one inch at a time, like she was trying to force a screw through a hole that was a little too small, each cocking of her waist making him dizzy with pleasure.
When her velvet insides wrapped around his base, Sharrya taking him all the way to the hilt, his breath came out in a gasp, Andreas’ hips rising of their own accord, but Sharrya was too heavy that the effort was mute, her thighs clamping down on him as he flexed inside her.
“There it is,” Sharrya breathed, opening her legs to give him a beautiful view of their coupling. Her red flesh contrasted with his tanned skin, barely a sliver of his cock visible from this angle as she trapped it within her sleeve. “To be so depraved as to mate with a demon. Is it as good as you hoped, Andreas?”
“You’re the one who went all starry-eyed when I offered to fuck you,” he pointed out. “How can you get more desperate than-”
“Silence,” she grumbled, clenching down on him, her muscled insides no less developed than her body. “you want that information you’ll choose your words carefully.”
“I think you like it when I talk back,” he said, flinching when her twitching insides caressed him in just the right way. “You’re bored of everyone doing what you tell them, and I’m just a breath of fresh air.”
“Perhaps,” she said, not elaborating further.
Her body temperature on the inside was far higher than the outside, those slippery walls cooking his member into a boiling pocket of heaven, for lack of a better word. Her creasing insides flexed in rhythmic waves, dragging him deeper, and her already narrow tunnel constricted around his glans. She was built like a thumbscrew, squeezing him harder the more she drew him in.
Biting back a gasp, Andreas held onto her hips in the hopes of bracing himself, her blubbery flesh spilling through his fingers. He took greedy handfuls of the base of his spine, admiring the little arch it made, sliding down to her shapely rump. He’d have loved to admire her ass from behind, the thing was shaped like a peach and simply gigantic, but Sharrya wanted him on his back now, just like she’d said. He could still get a sense of it with his hands, however. They were like two balls of memory foam, jutting out and completing her hourglass shape when viewed from the front. They were so pert that when he squeezed, hard steely muscles pressed back with equal firmness. He could have thrown a coin at her ass and it would have bounced right back.
There was so much of Sharrya around him that he really didn’t know where to feel her next – not that anything above her stomach was within reach. Her giant form rose over him, making him feel like a mouse caught in the grip of a ginormous cat, one with a hunger that wasn’t quite literal, or at least he hoped not.
“How you writhe,” Sharrya cooed, Andreas feeling her chuckle vibrate through their coupling. “It is you who are the cute one, Andreas. You’re as red as my skin!”
“Fuck you,” he snarled, gasping when Sharrya gave her hips a cruel twist, her flesh spinning around his cock.
“You most certainly are,” she chuckled. “I’m going to ruin you for human women. You’ll be craving for immortal pussy until your dying breath.”
She brought her hips upward, her glans raking across her walls on the way out, the two of them sharing a shudder at the shared sensation. She may have been a demon, but she seemed to be enjoying this just as much as he was. When only his glans were still inside her, she slammed back down on him, her cheeks clapping against his thighs loudly.
Andreas would have doubled over if not for her weight, the breath leaving his lungs in a heave. The explosion of pleasure made him dizzy, his mind only registering her raising her hips once more a few seconds later.
“Not so hard, you asshole,” he said. “I need my bones intact, thank you very much.”
“Poor thing, what happened to your confidence?” she asked, working into a slow, heavy rhythm, pausing at her peaks to make her coming down all the more intense.
Buried in the heat of her vulva, Andreas could not form a reply, gripping at her thighs and ass as he laid back to enjoy the sensations assaulting him. Just like her throat, her nethers were latching onto the very shape of his member, conforming and kneading. He lurched when those bristles he had explored before introduced themselves, running along his shaft like a hundred tiny tongues, all working independently of the other to lick and drag him deeper into her love tunnel.
He felt more like he was making love to a beast than a thinking being, Sharrya impaling herself on him as though intending to drive the air from his lungs. Her overwhelming size, her inhuman presence, her sheer power and strength, it all added up to a savage experience the kind of which he’d never felt before.
“Are you nearing your limit already?” Sharrya asked, alternating her deep thrusts with slow rocks of her hips, driving him into every nook and cranny of her vent. “Shall I – oh! – shall I finish you off, or pity you just this once? Oh, what to do…”
“Sounds like you’re just as close as I am,” he noted.
“Your shape is not what I’m used to,” she replied, her breath quickening. “That ridge along the top, there, it drives me crazy…”
“You were already crazy,” he said. Sharrya wasn’t far off the mark, he could feel his climax nearing, her cruel pace catching him by surprise, a rising need generating in his loins.
Sharrya paused on her next downward fall, gravity doing most of the work for her as she settled on his hips. She didn’t lift herself off again, rather she kept perfectly still, smirking at him as he tried to hide his disappointment, that buildup in his genitals receding in the following stillness.
“Let us not end things too quickly,” she cooed. “This is but the first bout, and it deserves to be savoured.”
She placed her hands on his knees, staring at the ceiling as she let his member stew inside her, transitioning from pumping her hips to rocking them. Just as when she walked, she anchored her hips to the left and right, using his cock to stir her insides in new and exciting places. Her movements were small, managed, never enough to bring him closer to release, but just enough to tease him and keep him hard as a rock.
He covered his face in one hand, Sharrya giggling as she began to pump him again, only to switch back to slow sways of her hips when she sensed his rising need. She was playing him like a string, staring into his soul with those predatory eyes. It was humiliating, and he was loving every second of it.
He had to occupy himself, Andreas swearing he’d go crazy from this borderline torture. He turned his attention to their coupling, seeing her engorged clitoris poking out from her entrance. He reached out and pressed his thumb against it, Sharrya growling in appreciation as he drew slow circles over it.
His other hand moved up to caress her flat belly, his nails pricking at the faded scars and bullet wounds streaking up her torso like island chains. A lifetime of war had left their mark on her body, left there by weapons that were far beyond his mortal understanding. Some of these wounds had been made by his own hand, he remembered, Andreas smirking as he realised he had gone from killing her to copping a feel. The Cosmos has a strange sense of humour.
He turned his palm towards her chest, Sharrya surprising him by bending double to allow him to reach her bosom. It would have been well out of reach otherwise.
Her insides seized wonderfully around him as he pinched a nipple, both hands burning with her heat as he rubbed and stroked her sensitive points. His core flexed as he rose in a sit-up motion, bringing his lips to her clavicle and showering her in kisses.
Sharrya froze up, her hips going still, yet not for her prior reasons to keep him wanting more. He insides spasmed as he kept up his pinching and stroking, focusing on all her erogenous points at once, the onslaught of sensations too much for even the Baroness to handle.
“S-Such vigour,” Sharrya said shivering when he pinched her boob in his teeth. “I thought I was to have my way with you, not the other way around…”
She hadn’t said that as a compliment, but as a surprise, a sliver of teeth exposing in a bright smile, its warmth complimented by her rosy cheeks. Such a happy expression shouldn’t belong on a demonic entity, but Andreas found his stomach swimming with butterflies the more he looked at it.
He kept up his attentions on her magnificent breasts, faltering a little when Sharrya began to rock her hips again, only this time she kept her pace steady, consistent, her chuckles tapering into moans as she scraped him against her silken walls.
They were both sweating as though baking under a hot summer’s sun, every inch of her body he touched covered in moisture, Andreas likewise soaked through. Sharrya clawed at him like a monkey, one arm wrapping over his waist, the other over his shoulders, pressing him deeper into her cleavage as though fearing he might separate from her, as though Andreas would ever consider the prospect, surrounded by soft, demonic flesh as he was.
There was just enough leeway that he could rise up to meet her thrusts, Sharrya morphing into steady bounces on his cock, the bursts of pleasure coming in raw, harsh instances. The scent of their sex was thick in his nose, their mingled sweat dripping to her furry legs and leaving stains on the tiles below. It was a raw, uninhibited scene that Sharrya was giving herself into without thought, Andreas throwing away all reservations and joining her willingly.
Hands and claws groped at skin, pinching and caressing wherever they could, Andreas unable to keep track of where all these sensations were coming from, his mind clouded in a haze. Sharrya was so lithe despite her brawn, her core anchored to her hips as she twisted like a dancer, lodging his cock deep into her tunnel. Her heavy breathes blew his hair back in short rasps, the demon tucking his head beneath her chin.
“Not gonna keep this up for much longer,” he muttered into her chest.
“Nor can I,” Sharrya breathed. “Do not fight it, just this one time. Pour all your essence into me and hold nothing back.”
His dick throbbed at her sordid words, Sharrya cooing in appreciation at this sudden flex. Her flexing clitoris pumped up and down his rod like a slimy nub, each of her powerful thrusts plunging him into her soft depths. He could feel bruises blooming over his pelvis, but like the rest of their intimate encounter, the mingled pain and pleasure was a sweet torment he wished would never end.
“Look me in the eyes,” she muttered, cupping his chin. “I want to see your face when you try to sire my offspring, so I may never forget such a moment.”
Andreas didn’t have a choice in the matter, Sharrya’s grinning visage filling his entire view as she pushed her forehead to his. The way she looked him in the eye was all it took to send him over the edge, Andreas gripping her wobbling hips as his crotch seized up, the first spurt of his seed spilling into her intimate depths.
Sharrya snorted like a bull, the sound shifting into a groan as his hot load splashed against her tunnel in a violent wave, her bottom lip trembling. Her vent contracted around him as the demon’s own orgasm followed through not long after, Andreas swearing he could feel his waist being pulled forward as her bristled walls flexed and moved.
It was as though his very energy was pouring into her through his cock, exhaustion demanding he lay his cloudy head down, but a clawed hand on his shoulders put a stop to that. Sharrya was keeping him propped up, gauging his every twitch and reaction as she kept them face-to-face, his cheeks blushing as she observed him at his weakest. His breath was hers, and hers his own, the barrier separating their bodies breaking down as their mingled lovemaking pulled them into its hazing clutches.
He rode the current of passion freely, his hips raising of their own accord as he fucked his come deeper, her tight passage sucking down his seed eagerly. Each spurt was chased by a wave of exhaustion, and yet his climax was invigorated by its own results, a loophole of pleasure reducing him into a defeated, satisfied mess. He hugged Sharrya around the waist like a newborn, Sharrya placing her hand on his head and pushing him into her cleavage, her spicy smell, and the sordid mixture of their sweat enveloping him.
It felt like minutes passed before he finally rode down from his high, his eyes going wonky as some of his faculties returned to his control. Sharrya’s smirk was the first thing he perceived, one of mingled amazement and satisfaction – satisfaction that she’d finally had her win over him. A small win, but a win nonetheless.
“Adorable little thing,” she cooed. “I shall remember your Sinning Face forever.”
“Fuck you,” he said, and then mashed his face against hers. Her eyes blazed in shock, and then she closed them as they shared a kiss, pouring their passion into every stoke like it was the last day on Earth.
Andreas separated with a wet smack, and when he collapsed back, Sharrya didn’t stop him. The demoness joined him, laying down by his side, sharing one last sigh with him as they separated, his cock coming out marred with their combined fluids. He had filled her to capacity it seemed, their shared love dripping down her leg in droves.
The Baroness turned to him to say something, and then she looked down at her crotch, reaching her giant hand towards her nethers. They came back slick with their mess, Andreas blinking as he watched her long tongue snake out to lap at the juices.
“What the… What the fuck are you doing?” he breathed, face contorting as she reached down for seconds. She was thorough, only stopping once her genitals were utterly cleaned, devouring the mess like a thirsty woman denied water.
“Such energy,” Sharrya groaned, licking her lips as she watched him beneath heavy lids. “The blend of mortal and demonic essence… I’ve never tasted raw power like this before.”
She smirked, her long head swinging over him and falling to his lap, Andreas groaning as her hot tongue flicked over his lingering erection. The sounds of her slurps and sucks filled his ears as she cleaned up his lap, Andreas twitching when she lingered on his sack for a little longer than was necessary.
Bold after their encounter, he decided to fulfill his wish, taking her by the horns and guiding her with gentle tugs. She chuckled around his cock, the vibrations sending lingering aftershocks coursing through him, but she offered no resistance.
She withdrew, flopping down beside him hard enough he nearly bounced, the two of them utterly spent as they lay together. The cell looked like someone had staged a breakout. The TV had been knocked off its trolley at some point, disk cases were everywhere, and there were scratch and burn marks all over the floor.
“What was that all about?” he asked, gesturing at his crotch. “You didn’t have to… clean up.”
“Demons feed off energy, as you know,” she explains. “It sustains us and Hell as a whole. Living off the Sins of other beings is a powerful source energy, and I do not have to tell you that our union is the most debouched act of taboo either one of us has ever done. Perhaps we should rethink our methods of harvesting…”
“Starting to sound like a succubus or something,” he mumbled.
“What’s a succubus? Something from your movies as well?”
Andreas didn’t answer, taking in the details of the ceiling as he wallowed in the post-coital bliss. Sharrya embraced him from the side, pulling him closer so that the side of his head was engulfed by her left bosom, the gesture making his blush harder.
They stayed like that for a while, but He didn’t keep his peace for long, Andreas turning on his side to address her.
“Well?” he asked, Sharrya cocking her head.
“Well, what?”
“I’ve held up my end of the bargain. Now it’s your turn.”
“Was having your fill of me not a reward enough?” she asked, chuckling as he pulled a stoic face. “It won’t help you, you know,” she added. “I meant what I said before. Knowing where my gore nests lay will not win your war.”
“No, but it’ll be the first step to kicking your kind off our planet.
“It seems I can’t convince you otherwise,” she mused, stroking his chest with one of her claws. “No matter, I have already had my fun.”
“Exactly. So…?”
“So… No.”
“What?” he asked, looking up at her, still held in her embrace. “What do you mean ‘no’? Sharrya, we had a deal!”
“The deal was that I have my way with you, and then you get the nests,” she pointed out. “I must be satisfied with my part of the exchange first.”
“What, those moans and groans of yours were from disappointment, were they? That what you’re trying to say?”
“Not exactly. I think that perhaps another round or two is in order, then we shall reevaluate,’ she said, a coy look on her face.
Andreas tried to look annoyed, but he couldn’t keep a straight face, his lips curling in a grin. “Alright, I can agree to those terms. Let’s see how much Sin we can make in here.”
“A splendid idea, even the Maykyrs will be jealous of this new, untapped source of mine,” Sharrya giggled, rolling onto her back as Andreas began to mount her. He had the feeling he was going to be in this cell for a long while.
-xXx-
Andreas walked down the length of the Rallypoint’s southern wall, a high breeze sweeping at his unkempt hair. Regulations had been thinning since his stay at the fortress had been extended, he didn’t even have to stop and salute his superiors every other minute like back on the flotilla, = his loose affiliation with the Spanish Army giving him the status as a hero of the people. Being on land had never felt so good, aside from a few ‘choice’ concerns.
“My dick still hurts,” Andreas grumbled, steadying his hand on the railing as he limped along. “This is worse than when I had to escape that crash site, and I had to fight a horde of demons back then.”
“Be thankful it was only your pelvis that was injured,” Eva sighed, her chassis hovering after him above his right shoulder. “Did you really expect otherwise? You mated with an entity who’s first words out of its mouth were probably pain and death. And the state you two left that cell in! The place looked like a crime scene!”
“When it comes to a girl with horns and claws, you’ll have to expect things will get messy when we do the dirty. She’s not delicate, inside or out.”
“That’s quite enough,” Eva cut him off. “As If I would enjoy listening to you… describe your encounter with that thing.”
“I would,” chirped Sharrya, Eva glaring her lens at the demon. The Baroness was walking steadily behind them, and behind her, four guards followed after at a safe distance, postures tense but their weapons lowered. Sharrya had proven cooperative enough and displayed enough good behaviour she was allowed a modicum of freedom, even her request to watch the oncoming show had been approved, though she was not allowed to go anywhere without Andreas and a few dozen riflemen training a bead on her.
Her hands were clasped before her in an almost dainty fashion, the handcuffs viced around her wrists. She raised them as she lifted a explanative finger and continued: “Two lovers having wild, interspecies relations, that are prenuptial no less? Who wouldn’t listen to that?”
“Me!” Eva snapped. “And who told you you had permission to speak, prisoner?”
“Perhaps reading is more to your preference, machine? Or maybe you like watching more?” she asked, narrowing her green eyes. “That would explain why you had Andreas keep his helmet nearby…”
“A-As if I would stoop so low as to spy on your… eroticisms,” Eva stammered.
“Hey there’s nothing wrong with a bit of voyeurism, Eva,” Andreas said. “I trust you won’t let the recordings get out.”
“She recorded it?” Sharrya asked, placing a shocked hand on her chest. “I’d have put on a better show if you had forewarned me, Eva. I wouldn’t have mind.”
“I didn’t watch anything,” Eva exclaimed, watching to the two of them snicker. “Screw you both. Our flight home couldn’t come sooner.”
The three of them soon arrived at the corner section, standing upon the dais that served as the platform for the anti-aircraft emplacement.
Sharrya stepped up the raised section, sidling in on his left. Eva shared a look between the two, then decided to give them some privacy, floating out of earshot.
“I still think this is a waste of your time and resources,” Sharrya said, staring off into the blasted cityscape. “Gore nests are a vital part of our coordination efforts, true, but their loss is not going to stop the invasion.”
“It’ll send whoever’s left of your army on the run, won’t it?” he asked. “That’s a win in my book.”
“You may have bested me, but others will come,” Sharrya replied. “My small force was only deployed here because greater resistance lay elsewhere. All you have done is replace one warlord with another, and I doubt they will be willing to sleep with their enemy in exchange for a sliver of peace.”
Andreas spared her a glance, having to crane his neck to do so. “I used to think you were my enemy, too, Sharrya,” he said at last. “You tried to kill me a dozen times over, and I did the same to you, but now that we’ve no reason to fight, I think I’ve got you figured out, that there’s a person under all that brawn who’s honourable, respectful. I don’t think I could ever give those qualities to someone I’m opposed to.”
“I… don’t think of you as my enemy either,” she said, blinking at his sudden candour. “Especially not after having you between my legs and shivering all over.”
“I think I can get you shivering with just one of these,” he said, holding up a hand.
“Right here and now?” Sharrya cooed, her eyes flashing with glee. “In front of all your friends? How deliciously daring…”
Before he could make a move, a clap of thunder echoed overhead, he and Sharrya turning their heads to the horizon. A couple miles deep into the layers of teeth-shaped structures, a plume of smoke bloomed up from the ruins, showering it in fire and smoke. He could vaguely pick out precarious buildings collapsing on their crumbling foundations.
After a delay, a second clap reached his ears, followed soon by another plume rising from a different direction, the soundwave reaching them after a noticeable delay. A third arrived, then a fourth, half a dozen, and soon the series of detonations was almost continuous, carpeting the city all the way from the Rallypoint to the horizon.
“Artillery barrages won’t get all of them,” Sharrya noted. “Some lay under the Earth, how will you reach those?”
Just at that moment, a pair of interceptors screamed overhead, and flanking their lefthand wings were a pair of dropships, the same design as the one he and his squad had dispatched from. They were moving deeper into the continent, continuing on for a ways before splitting off into separate directions.
“Special op teams,” he explained. “Same training as I did. They’ll take care of the nests the fleet can’t hit with their guns.”
“Efficient,” Sharrya mused. “Your leaders are as determined by this plan as you are. I cannot fault them for that, even if this course of action changes little.”
He thought that standing there, watching as her legions were scattered by barrage after barrage, there might be some hostility brewing between them, but Sharrya put such thoughts in vain, her hand depositing itself on his shoulder warmly.
“This doesn’t… change things between us, does it?” he asked. “Me destroying everything you’ve built up?”
She considered for a long moment, looking from him to the city.
“Of course not. War isn’t personal for you or I, it’s simply a part of us. I can always rebuild, just as your people can… if you ever win back your planet.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” he grumbled. After a few minuites longer, the artillery stopped, Andreas counting they had reached into the fifties before the final volley. “So… I guess that’s it, it’s over.”
“In a sense,” Sharrya replied. “What happens now?”
“The fleet’s going to reposition before dispatching a dropship to pick me and Eva up,” he explained. “They’ll probably keep me here for a while, both to debrief me and to keep an eye on you. They heard about how much you and I… get along,” he added. “Way I see it, they might just sign me on as your intermediary.”
“If you want more information, you know my terms,” she said, a sly grin on her face. “Of course, the more your people ask of me, the more I will of you in turn…”
Andreas winced as she cupped his manhood through his jumpsuit, squeezing him in just the way he liked. He felt warmth in his cheeks as she gave him that soul-stare he had become very acquainted with during their ten or rounds they’d gone before she’d deigned to give him a map of all the gore nests she’d planted in the country.
“What a provocative future we have in store,” she purred. “but it is not for me.”
Her grip on his crotch loosened, then fell away, Andreas giving her a questioning look. Her lips spread in a cruel smile, she flexed her hands before her chest, Andreas watching in astonished horror as her shackles snapped apart with two cracks of metal.
“How the fu- I put those on you myself!” he stammered in disbelief.
“You humans really need to work on your restraints,” she said, smirking at the metal bands dangling from her wrists.
“This… This whole time?” he muttered, taking an alarmed step back from her.
“Don’t get me wrong, this has been the most fun I’ve had in my life for decades, and the allure of being tied up was so very delectable. I think I’ll keep them as a memento, to remember you by. Unless of course… you want to come with me?”
“Come with you? What do you mean?”
“Oh, Andreas, you don’t really expect me to stay here as a prisoner, do you?” She turned her body inwards, keeping her arms out of view behind her bulk as she addressed him. “I like you, really like you, but not enough to brave torture and death. Best that I go now, I’ve overstayed my welcome long enough.”
“Oh,” he said, a little more disappointed than he liked to admit. “Where will you go?”
“Thanks to a certain someone, I have no choice but to return to Hell, face the repercussions of my failure here, and rebuild my forces. There should still be a few acolytes at my cathedral to open a portal.”
“But the suppression field’s still on, how can you make a portal?”
“You let me worry about that,” she replied. “Now come here.”
Sharrya grabbed him roughly by the shoulders, lifting him off the ground without warning and locking her lips to his. His heart fluttered as her tongue touched his lower lip, and he opened up to let her tongue in, her organ wetting the insides of his cheeks. Her movements were urgent, as though she only had a few scant moments to shower him in affection before time was up, her now free hands pressing into his cheeks.
She broke off, Andreas gasping for air as her green eyes filled his vision.
“How I long to take you back to Hell with me,” she purred. “My tower on the Peaks is isolated and very, very private. I could do all sorts of things to keep you occupied…”
She stroked his hair, leaning in to nip his neck with her tusks.
“What do you say?” she asked. “You’re resilient, and you’ve become intimate with my body temperature. I think you would survive the journey. My own little mortal concubine, limitless source of energy. I’d be the envy of all of Hell…”
“I-I can’t just leave behind my world,” he said, though her offer interested him all the same. “As much as I’m flattered, I think I’m fine right here on Earth.”
“Pity,” she replied. “But your valour is just one of the things I admire about you.” Her eyes darted to the side. “I should go before someone catches on.”
“Wait,” he said, Sharrya blinking as he grabbed her forearm. “Will I… will we see each other again?” he asked.
She chuckled, Andreas blushing harder. Ever since their debauched dealings, he felt more connected to Sharrya than ever. He’d come to learn more about her, and likewise she had learned more about his life than even Eva did. He knew they wouldn’t stay as bed-buddies forever, but the sudden goodbyes was hitting him where it stung.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sharrya laughed. “I know what planet you live on, and your very life-force is known to me. Tracking you down will be trivial, and track you down I will. Stay vigilant the next time you’re out fighting the hordes, because it might just be your favourite Baroness leading the charge.”
“If you want a rematch, I’ll be waiting,” he replied.
“There’s a good boy,” she said, patting his hair like one would ruffle the collar of a dog. He shooed her off, but a grin quickly replaced his annoyance, one Sharrya returned with a warm smile.
“I wish you well in your war,” she said, planting her hands on her wide hips. “Until next we meet, morsel.”
She turned and moved around the base of the anti-air gun, one of the soldiers finally noticing that she was free. He shouted out a warning, the rest of the squad turning their rifles on her, but she slipped behind the emplacement, putting the giant gun between her and their weapons.
She strode up to the knee-high barrier ringing the sheer drop of the wall, placing one hoof upon it. She turned to look back at him, their eyes locking over the distance. Her expression was reminisce, and he felt his own features return the gesture.
With that, she turned, and stepped into the sheer drop with her back turned, her eyes never leaving his until the tips of her horns disappeared behind the wall.
He rushed towards the edge, he and the other soldiers peering over the long drop. She was in freefall, plummeting down the wall like a giant red stone, Andreas’ heart panging in worry. As he watched, Sharrya’s bulk smashed against the outer wall, one hand reaching out to clutch at the metal, one leg curling as she slid against its tattered surface.
Friction slowed her descent by a fraction, but she still sped towards the ground far below like a bullet. When she landed at the base, she did so with a plume of dust and smoke, not unlike the artillery strikes they’d just witnessed. He wasn’t surprised to see her climb to her feet when the smog cleared – he knew it took a lot more than a steep fall to kill someone like her.
He tilted his head when she simply stood there for a moment, and then a ripple in the air appeared ahead of her. The tear bloomed into an orb of distorted reality and infernal energies, the portal seeming to stretch toward her in welcome. Either someone had been watching for her escape, or she had some means of contacting her followers. Whichever the reason, it meant she had been planning this escape for some time.
The Baroness marched into the portal’s rolling depths, and when her shoulders slipped through, the orb blinked out of existence, and Sharrya was gone.
“What happened?” Eva demanded, her drone sliding into his peripheral. “I saw the shackles on her arms, how did she get out of them?”
“She just… broke them, like it was nothing,” Andreas explained. “She was faking it the whole time.”
“And you didn’t even try to stop her?” Eva asked.
“What was I supposed to do, tackle her? She’s a nine foot tall demon, Eva, cut me some slack.”
“Okay, okay, sorry, I was hoping we’d have finally caught our break, taking a Baron alive.” Her chassis deflated. “I’d sound the alarm, but she’s probably halfway across the country by this point. Commander Valeria’s not going to be happy about this.”
“At least she went quietly,” Andreas pointed out. “And we got the nest locations out of her, it’s not a complete loss.”
“Good point.” Eva floated in beside his head, lens turned up at the columns of smoke rising out of the city like chimney smoke. “Her operation here is finished, but do you think she’ll be back? Not just for us, but you specifically? You two have been pretty close since your… dealings.”
“Definitely. But we outsmarted her once, we’ll outsmart her again.”
Andreas looked at the place the portal had taken his demonic partner. He had no qualms about calling her that now, not after their romantic movie night in the cell, and he had no reason to believe Sharrya did not feel the same. She wasn’t done with him, of that he was sure, and he welcomed the next time they would meet again.
He watched the closed portal for longer still, and then turned away from the edge, careful to keep his expression hidden from Eva’s sight.
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