historical

Damian returned to his original appearance after getting heavily wounded by the demon. The castle was a complete mess with an army of demons killing everyone, and destroying everything that stood on their path.

While that happened, Damian was unconscious, losing a lot of blood. He could die there if no one did something to help him.

"A-Ah.."

Damian slowly opened his eyes, feeling a tremendous amount of pain course through his body. His memory was a mess, and the first thing his eyes saw was a gorgeous woman right above him.

She had a pale skin, big boobs, a delicate face yet with a look of naughtiness. Her hair was black, and she had two tiny horns on her head.

No one would be in its right mind after waking up, especially considering the seriousness of Damian's wounds. So it took him a few moments to comprehend what was happening.

The lady above him was riding on his manhood.. It was a freaking strange scene if one thought about it.

"Y-You're finally awake! I healed you!"

A soft voice entered Damian's ears. It was like a melody, a concert, a refreshing spring breeze.

"What happened? What is happening? Ahh," Damian asked her, but could not hold the moan in the end.

She was riding with skill on his cock, and something extraordinary happened! All the wounds on Damian's body were slowly healing. Both of his arms were back where they belonged, and he was not feeling like shit anymore.

In fact, Damian was feeling good! The sensation of that lady's vagina engulfing his dick was incredible, yet it did not last long!

Damian was about to cum because the lady was riding on him for quite some time before he woke up!

"I am cuming, take it off," Damian said.

She grabbed on his shoulders and said, "Don't worry, boy. I am a Succubus, so all will be fine."

Despite having his wounds healed, Damian was not strong enough to get up out of a sudden, so there was no way to avoid it! He filled the lady with his cum, and it was lovely!

"Ahh so warm."

Damian was only strong enough to get up after a few minutes, and asked, "Who are you, and what the fuck happened?"

"Me? I told you, I am a Succubus! Don't worry, despite being labeled as a demon, I am not here to hurt you, and in fact, I hate the underworld as much as you."

Damian's memory flashed back to the moments before the attack. He recalled the powerful demon who had possessed Miller's body and claimed that they were torturing the succubus in the underworld.

It was odd to befriend a demonic creature, but he couldn't deny that she had saved his life, and that meant a lot to him.

He groaned and opened his eyes. "What happened? Where is everyone?" he asked.

The succubus was sitting next to him in the cellar where they had taken refuge. She shook her head grimly. "Most of them are dead. A few might have escaped, but I wouldn't count on it."

"No way!"

Damian struggled to get up from the floor, but he had to lean on the wall to keep his balance. His wounds had healed, but he was still weak.

He thought of Natasha, his friend and former guard captain who had helped him escape from the castle. She had asked him to look after her sister, who was in a mysterious coma-like state.

'I can't stay here.. What if they find Natasha's sister?' he wondered.

He turned to the succubus. "Are there any demons left in this area? Can I walk freely without getting killed?"

She nodded. "I think so, yes."

That was all Damian needed to hear. He slowly left the cellar, inhaling the fresh air of the castle's courtyard, or rather, what was left of it.

The place was a disaster. Bodies, craters, and debris were everywhere. A scene that would traumatize many people, but Damian tried to ignore it and focus on his mission.

He walked through the ruined parts of the castle with the succubus following him. The inside of the castle looked better than the outside, but it was still damaged.

'Maybe the guard's barracks are intact, and she is safe?'

Natasha had hidden her sister in a secret room near her office, which was close to the barracks. When Damian got there, he recognized the place.

He hurried through the corridors, retracing Natasha's steps until he reached the hidden door. He opened it and saw Natasha's sister lying on a bed, unconscious.

Damian felt a surge of relief. The demons had not found her.

"I need to get her out of here. Do you think there are any carriages or vehicles we can use?" Damian asked the succubus.

"I'll go and check. Wait here."

Damian stayed in the room, watching over Natasha's sister. He wondered what had happened to her. She looked like she was in a coma, but she didn't need any food or water or anything.

'It must be something related to magic.. Well, I need to bring her back to Natasha.'

The succubus came back after a while with good news. "There are carriages we can use! There's one in the back with a horse, and I found someone!"

A survivor! Damian turned around and saw a familiar face. It was Lila, Miller's daughter. She looked shocked, but not as much as Damian expected.

"Who are you?" Damian asked.

He had changed his appearance when he got injured by the demon who took Miller's body, so she had never seen him before.

"L-Lila. Miller was my father. Did you see what happened to him? I knew it would happen sooner or later, but he never listened to me!"

"What do you mean?"

"My mother died a long time ago. I never met her, but I knew my father was trying to bring her back to life.. And this is what he brought upon us?"

Damian looked right into her eyes and said, "Are you willing to go with us?"

Lila was still trembling, but she nodded, grasping the sword Damian had seen in her room.

"This is the only thing I have left.. The sword my mother wielded when she was a warrior.."