The War of Fire (Post Apocalyptic RP PM Interest)

Things had been fine for the humans until the year 3666, the Fourth Millennium of the Devil, we were celebrating new years eve and then it happened, black rifts opened among the earth and demons, dragons, ogres and other beasts from our very nightmares sprung out of the black pits. Humanity was given to time to prepare themselves, those who were able to prepare left the planet for the colonies, leaving earth to its burning state of war.

The devils of the different religions wanted to rule the earth and thus mass war broke out between the demon kindreds. We few humans who have survived are doing what we can to survive and try to bring down as many demons as we can while doing so. Like us demons can die, they are just tougher, we humans were motorbikes with armed soldiers while the demons were tanks, but even motorbikes can bring down a tank.

My name is Siegfried Draconium, Lieutenant of the 121st Platoon of the American Forces, born in Germany, raised by my father and mother, now the lone survivor of my family fighting to survive in a land of demon wars. I have been on my own since the coming of the devils, twelve years has gone by and I am trying my best to survive. The few cities that has survived have called upon their gods and religions, created holy walls of protection, the bad thing is that it doesn't allow humans into their cities as well.

Humanity is using religion and technology to create anti-demon weapons and genetic super soldiers, but I have no such things, I am a normal human fighting to survive. And currently I am in the middle of a great battle field between the Demon Queen Amelia, a fire demoness with the body of a beautiful woman with a line of spike like horns sticking out of her head in a line from the forehead to her neck and the Demon King Caesar, the real Caesar, reborn as a roman demon. Things are going bad on both sides as they are using suicidal attacks, killing each other without gaining ground.

I leap over a rock as a screeching firebat flew past the sky and exploded against the forces of the roman demons. They were down to a few handful of soldiers. Drawing my two modified handguns, armed with self made bullets, I watch the two demons take out their last troops before attacking each other. And as the fire demoness wins, splitting her opponent in half with a blade of fire, she falls on her knee panting. I see my chance and swiftly move forward and before she can register me I punch her in the face with a metal plated gauntlet of a glove, knocking her unconscious, I couldn't punch her somewhere else as her spikes would go through my hand.

This was the first time I had seen a female demoness, not to mention a demon queen. I tie her arms behind her back with her own jacket, as I know their clothes are like regular fabric to demons it was the only thing to tie them down with. Dragging her out of sight I take my prisoner to a secret cave deep bellow the earth, filled with fresh water. I put her down in a pool of water and watches her wiggle around, the water weakening the fire demoness greatly. This was an age of fire, the few water spots you could find was well hidden even from demons as they would destroy all sources of water as it weakens them.

Watching her wiggle around I have to swallow as I see her tight clothes become sticky against her reddish skin, her fine curves and big breasts becoming clear to the eyes, her nipples poking out. And as she wakes up I kick her in the stomach and growl at her. "I hope you can hear me hell bitch! You kindred have caused nothing but misery to this planet since you appeared from the abyss, so I am going to make you see the ways of man, and make you enjoy it. I know you demons never have sex or you will be bond to the one who fucks you for the rest of eternity, even after death, so I see it as a fitting punishment for you to be bonded to a low vermin as you call us humans." I then begin to unbuckle my belt and pull off my clothes and watches her wiggle in panic as she finally realize what I've said, too late bitch.


Demon Queen Amelia: http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs30/i/2008/100/a/4/Robot_Rack_by_Sonic22.jpg

Siegfried Draconium: http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs22/i/2007/311/7/c/Umbrella_Soldier_by_7th_Seal.jpg

Victory was short lived.

The kick came out of nowhere, adding to her already spawning confusion. Her face ached from the earlier punch, Amelia hardly remembering what had happened. "I hope you can hear me hell bitch!" Anger flared along her spine-but also the smallest tinges of fear. Her arms were bound behind her back. She was weak in the water pool.

He didn't mean to defile her body-oh no, he did. "Release me!" She demanded, wrath in her tone-but fear, terrible fear in her heart. Panicked, she tried to summon magic to use-but had none. She was drained and she was weakened in the pool, forced to watch him undress, violet eyes wide at the sight of the naked human-and agonized how the 'vermin' was intending to defile her.

She had never been particularly harsh on humans. All races were the same, and yes-sometimes that meant war, but at least she didn't keep them about as slaves, treat them any different than her vile enemy demons. But she didn't want to be bound to him. No-never, he could not do this-and as she closed her knees tightly together in the pool, as tightly as she could given her weak feeling-she knew he was going to. She had no choice.

"Human, you will not touch me!" She repeated, voice a higher note this time-not as commanding.

"Oh yes I will hell whore! And nobody is going to stop me!" He then grasped her knees and spread the fire demoness' legs and spoke up with a smirk. "In fact! Why don't I make you enjoy it!?" He spread her legs until they bared her pussy, its tight lips looking locked, slowly lowering his head the soldier let his lips and breathe tease her cunt's lips, the cooled down smooth skin of her hailress cunny getting a shock of heat from his breathing and the feather touch of his lips.

Slowly he withdrew his tongue from his mouh and slide the tip up and down along the closed crack of her pussy, teasing it, letting his saliva burn into the cracks. And slowly but surely the once tightly locked pussy began to breathe, opening its doors, letting out a thick scent of musk from the demoness' spread core, the light moistness of his saliva exciting the inner muscles, making the wet. It was like he was playing an instrument, his tongue tip kept tracing her pussy lips' edges, never touchign her inner core or the outer parts of her lips, the edge between skin and pussy, so thin, so easy to break, and yet he didn't.

He would make her be driven beyodn the edge, never touching her the way to fully satisfie her but enough to make her desire, need and want it, and achieve release. But she wouldn't get it, not matter howm uch she begged and pleaded, he wouldn't give her release with his tongue, only one tool was to be used ofr that, and it wasn't time for that yet.