Fierna the Demon (complete)

My family was one of great power and affluence in the old days, when magic was the rule, and arcane powers were law. My family was at the height of its power, and our kingdom and people were mighty.

But our alliances were tested when the wars came with the elves. My family had made our names with the elves - we had intermarried with them and let our blood mingle with theirs. Yet when war struck, my family chose to take care of only themselves, and hid the heritage of their children. 

When the war was over, magic was banned in all the human kingdoms, and the Elves were hunted. The efl kingdoms broke apart into small tribes and clans, trying to keep themselves alive in an unforgiving world. My family continued to hide, making their elf lineage a thing of the past. They killed those who remembered and who became aware. The Elf blood within us boiled with our neglect and denial. It became such a familial trait that the name Lavette became synonymous with rage.

My family became errant knights and mercenaries. We built ourselves back up with blood and battle. Our new fortune came in the coagulated blood on our swords, the viscera on our heels, and the vultures in our wake. The Lavettes’ blood became rich in iron and hatred, as well as the magic that had been outlawed.

We hid, as we always had. Our magic, if we had it, was not to be shown. Those of us who were able to use the old arcane powers were taught to suppress them, or if we took up the family trade, we were taught to hide it amidst our bloodletting.

My father was a harsh man who cared for very few things. The only time I ever saw him truly happy was when he was at war. Every time he won a battle, I got a new sibling. With each sibling I lost a little of my own power. I was not the first born to my father - I had several older siblings who came from illegitimate unions. I was merely the first born to my father’s marriage, and therefore I believed I was his heir. But my father so loved combat that each sibling was given a piece of his legacy. Until he died, we were determined to fight for it. I killed many of my siblings in those days. Older, younger, it didn’t matter to me. I so wanted to earn my father’s favor and take his place on the throne. I wanted to be the Lavette who rose above it all.

On this fateful evening, I am piss-drunk, cross-eyed, and vinegar fills my throat. I go to my father’s room, blade at the ready. In my stupor I believe that if I kill him, that makes me the most powerful. I am ready, blade held shakily above him. But then I hear a whisper, and my attention is directed away from the sleeping old man on the bed. In the shadows I see a figure, reaching out and beckoning me with a curled finger. I move towards the figure, but stumble and fall flat on my face.

A shrill laugh cuts through the darkness, and a woman steps out. “Such a shame to see a delicious creature such as yourself on the ground like that. I usually prefer to put them there myself.”

My eyes trace up the velvety sapphire skin of the woman’s leg. I sit up in a hurry, turning my head aside to vomit. She clicks her tongue and runs her black tongue over her teeth. “Disgusting,” she spits. She moves to the side, watching me with a cold gaze until I wipe my mouth and look back at her.

“Finished?” she sneers. 

I wheeze and nod, flopping back onto my ass.

She takes in a deep breath as her eyes glare viciously. “To think this is the soul that called out to me.” Her lip curls over her sharp teeth. “What a waste.”

I hiccup, then try to stand. “Well, who the hell are you, then?” I slur thickly. 

She rolls her eyes. “Come closer.” She beckons again, and I lurch towards her. The sudden jerk that stops me snaps some sense into me. Her fingers flicker around my mouth and a vapor starts to waft from my body towards her. It causes a tugging sensation, and a burning in my veins. It feels as though she has found a loose thread in my soul and is pulling upon it.

The vapors flow from my mouth and she flings them away, dispersing them into the air. As I topple to the ground I no longer feel drunk. I feel as clear-headed as I am when I wake in the morning. I look up at her, taking a deep breath as the burning in my limbs fades.

“Better?” She looks me over. 

I rub my hands up and down my body. “What did you do to me?”

“I made it so I could stand you.” She crosses her arms. “You want me to be able to tolerate you right now.”

I swallow the lump in my throat as I look at her. She’s tall and beautiful, but she looks more like a warning than a blessing. Her skin is blue and her long hair is white, running down her shoulders and onto her back. There is a sharpness to her that cuts like a knife, but it is not palpable in the normal sense.

She sniffs the air, then approaches me. Her long fingers capture my chin, and I can tell right away she is stronger than any foe I’ve faced. She turns my head this way and that with a smug smile on her pursed lips. “What a sweet face you have,” she giggles. “For one so afflicted with hatred, I dare say your face is quite angelic.” Her eyes glide down my body. “What about the rest of you?”

I fight away from her, knocking her hand away and stepping back. She giggles, following after me. 

“Who are you?” I demand.

She slips closer to me, moving as if there is no hindrance to her. “What do you want me to be?”

I bite the inside of my cheek as I look at her. “That isn’t what I asked of you. Tell me your name, lady.”

She sighs as she walks circles around me. “Fierna,” she whispers. 

“Fierna.” My brow pinches. This name as it sounds very familiar to me. In fact, I have seen it written in the glyphs of my father’s blade. 

Her fingers graze the back of my neck, but when I turn to look, she is no longer there. “I have come to answer your call.” I whip around to see her standing in front of me. “It was a powerful cry.”

I look her up and down, still unsure of what to make of her. “What cry?”

She throws her head back and laughs. “What cry?” she asks. She smirks at me. “Beautiful and stupid. I simply love that in a man.”

I shake my head. “You mean… against my father?”

“Against the world. If it was merely a wish to see your father die, I would not have deemed you worthy.” The smile that spreads across her lips feels like a threat. “I came because your desire is so strong, it calls to me like the song of a siren screaming against the storm.” She moans and clutches her hands to her chest. “There is a bloodlust inside you, young Lavette.”

I nod slowly as I look at her. “There is.”

Fierna tilts her head and smirks at me. “What would you give to have it quenched?”

I return the smile with a chuckle. “I don’t want it quenched. It is something much deeper than that. I want to feel this drive forever, to keep it alive as long as possible. I want my power to be endless.”

Fierna grins wider. “I know all too well what you desire, but it is so satisfying to hear it.” She captures my chin again. “What is your purpose in this world?”

“Power,” I whisper. “I want to be a god-king of my time. I want to throw the world into chaos and hold it in the palm of my hand.”

“Wonderful.” She breathes in deep and lets out a sensuous groan. “What would you do to make this come true?”

“Anything,” I growl.

A soft giggle escapes her full lips. “Very well, then. I’ll give you exactly the power you want, the chaos you desire. All I ask for is your firstborn.”

I scowl at her, then shake my head. “That could be a long wait,” I reply. “I’m not married and I have no care for such a thing.”

Fierna shrugs. “No child, no chaos.” She licks her lips suggestively. “So why don’t we kill two birds with one stone?” She circles her finger in the air and points it at me. “Take off your pants, and we shall settle this matter right away.”

I suck in a sharp breath. “You must be joking.”

“I do not jest so lightly, you silly man.” She pulls her dress away from her shoulders and lets it drop to her ankles. Her nipples jut upwards from the curves of her breasts. She grins at me as she rubs her hand down her chest to her belly. “If you’re worried that I bite, be assured that I do.”

“You’re a demoness,” I hiss. “I would be insane to put my cock inside of you.”

She arches a high, judgemental brow. “How dare you? Do you not know what a woman is like? Is that why you sound so stupid? If you’ve had a woman, you have only the faintest inkling of how good a demon can be! Even if you’ve bum-fucked your brother you might halfway know.” She sneers. “Can you even get it up?”

I scowl at her. “Shrew.”

“Oh yes, talk dirty to me.” Her fingers slip into her folds. “That helps.”

I watch her, aware of my breath catching in my chest. Then I sharpen my glare and grit my teeth. “Well,” I clear my throat. “If this is a deal, then a price must be paid.”

I start stripping, removing my tunic first while she watches. “Not bad,” she purrs. “I would have thought you were hairless!” She comes close and runs her fingers down my chest. Her fingers are slick with her own want, and the liquid cools against my skin. “Such dense curls. Does it match the bush from which your vegetation grows?”

I drop my pants then and there, to her delight. Throwing her head back, Fierna lets out a loud, gleeful laugh. “I think I shall enjoy this more than I thought!” She takes hold of my cock and pulls me forward. “Follow me, silly man.”

“Hey...” I grunt, but I follow her willingly.

She tosses me down onto a bed and climbs on top of me. I breathe in as my eyes wash over her body. I place my hands around her waist and rub down to her hips. Her slick folds grind against me, coating my cock in her wetness.

“Look at me,” she breathes. I gaze up into her eyes, but I cannot look at them for too long. I breathe deeply before her lips land on mine. She kisses me, biting and hissing as she continues to rub her heat against mine.

“Ow,” I gasp after a particularly bloody bite on my neck.

“Oh, grow up,” Fierna sniffs. She sits up again, a bit of my blood still on her lip. “Not too bad, though.” She pulls up and guides my cock to her entrance. 

“You don’t have teeth down there, do you?” I dig my fingers hard into her ass and hips.

Fierna wiggles her brows. “Only if you want me to.” Then she sinks down upon me, taking me deep inside her. Her inner walls wrap around me tightly, making a snug fit for my cock. I grunt as she sits on me, losing my breath. I feel swallowed up.

“Yes,” her fingers rake down my chest. “This will do nicely.” Her movements are slow and meticulous, as if she’s deciding some ultimate fate. Then she lifts herself off me before taking me back deep inside. The more she moves and the harder she does it, the more I lose my grip on the world. I’ve not felt such pleasure in my life, and it terrifies me. I keep my eyes closed, afraid to look at her too long. When I do, her body looks immaculate to my taste, what little there is. She sways on top of me, moaning out loud as she enjoys herself.

I know the end goal of this. By the end of our coupling she will have taken my seed and become pregnant by it. But it fulfills the payment so that I may have my desires. Fierna takes what she wants, and in a way, I enjoy it. All night she commands me, making me a tool for her pleasure.

When I come, it is powerful like a wave capsizing a ship. I fall unconscious under her. In my dreams I hear her laughter. I wake slowly. As I come to I am laying in bed, but as I turn over I see my father beside me. I sit up like a shot and realize he is dead.

In the nights that follow, my siblings disappear one by one. I am made heir, and ruler, just as I wanted.

One evening as I am resting two hands wrap around my eyes from behind. “Guess who.” 

I remain still and sigh. “Fierna. I was wondering when you’d come back.”

She presses her lips to my ear and moans softly. “How have you been enjoying your chaos?” she purrs. I hiss when her teeth sink into the tip of my ear. “Is it everything you ever dreamed of?”

I place my hand over hers, still resting on my eyes. “Why are you here?”

“I came to give you what you left me.” Her hands move away, and in my lap I see a small bundle. It is a baby.

“I thought you wanted this,” I growl.

“Not yet,” she sniffs. “I don’t care for children.” She stands in front of me and watches as I look at the baby. “He’s beautiful, like you, but hopefully not as stupid.”

He’s blue, with fluffy white curls for hair. His forehead shows signs of small horns, and he’s sucking on the tip of his tail. I look at him, then back up at Fierna. “What do I do with him?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Just don’t kill him, I guess?”

The baby burbles softly, gumming on his tail while his long feet flex and curl. I shake my head. “I don’t want this either, Fierna.”

“I’m not ready for him yet,” she sneers. “Take him. Raise him. See that he grows. I will come back for him when the time is right.”

She turns to go, but I quickly grab her hand. “This wasn’t part of the plan, Fierna!” I shout at her.

She looks at me, her eyes cutting deep into my flesh and bone. “It is chaos,” she purrs. “That is what you wanted.” 

“Stop!” I hold her hand again as she tries to go away. “What about my power?” I whisper. “You are not taking the child, so when do I get my wish granted?”

Fierna snatches her hand back. “When it is ready.” She smirks at me. “Think of it as a cauldron full of rich, warm, stew. It is better when it sits.”

“This isn’t what you promised!” I keep hold of her, knowing that I am playing with fire.

Her face morphs into something grotesque and dark. She gnashes her teeth at me and her tongue lashes across my face. “Did I promise a schedule, you stupid man? No!” She jerks her head side to side. “I promised you your chaos and power. You will get it too. Do not fret over that. It was your own fault you didn’t specify when.” Fierna chuckles, licking her chops as her tongue is withdrawn back into her mouth. “I’m sure that now you have your throne, you will use it wisely and not shit on it.”

She points to the baby. “You’ll want to feed him soon.” She kisses the top of his head, leaving when he starts to scream.

I give him away, leaving him in the care of one of my servants. I give her money, and an old house at the edge of the kingdom. I send her there to raise him, and hopefully that will be the end of the matter. I will not have to see him again, and Fierna and I get what we want. I just have to wait, that is all.