yourselves on the "Demon".

Part of you can't believe you're about to try this. The other part, however, can't believe your luck that you're in a situation where you can try it.

"She was leading you on, Donald." you whisper, limping closer to the Beathan heir. "Why appear to us like that if she didn't intend to seduce and ensorcell you?"

"I'm not human." the Lady of the Mountain says slowly. "I've no need for clothes, or modesty."

"Perhaps we give the demon what she wants?" you suggest. Donald's eyes widen. "A-and then some."

"You can't be suggesting?" Donald asks.

"The unholy thing needs punishment, I reckon." you tell him. "We could teach her not to play with fire."

"It's obvious she's merely taking a spirit's form to manipulate you. Appearing before you as that which your people venerate the most. Such an insult needs to be redressed."

Donald's mind is made up by now, and in agreement with your whims.

"I beseech you prince, abandon this course!" the Lady of the Mountain insists fiercely. "Your companion leads you astray."

That (true) statement isn't enough to stop Donald taking a step towards her, reaching for his cock. Smiling, you do the same.

The spirit raises one of her hands, and you feel the earth tremble beneath you.

"Touch me at your peril, humans for I am far from defenceless!"

"She's bluffing!" You declare, hoping to the gods she actually is.

Donald decides to test your hypothesis by seizing the naked Spirit by the throat, pressing her up against the very stone she supposedly stood watch over.

"If you wanted our cocks, demon." he says, a rougher edge in his voice than you've heard before. "You simply could've asked."

You see a previously unseen disappointment flare in the Lady's grey eyes as the two of you round on her. You join Donald in taking out your hard cock, grinding yourself against the Lady of the Mountain's side as Donald attacks from the front.

As Donald forces himself inside the spirit, you hear another rumbling in the stone below, but it doesn't amount to anything substantial. It would seem the Lady is either unable or unwilling to actually bring her powers directly to bear against Donald.

"You fool!" the spirit cries out, as Donald picks up his pace inside her. "I'm no demon!"

"That's enough of you." Donald tells her. "Edward, I think this... aberration needs her mouth plugged. Care to do the honours?"

You're only too happy to oblige. Momentarily withdrawing from the Lady's cunt, he forces her forward, then makes her stoop low, starts ploughing her from behind.

With her bent over, the spirit's mouth is now more or less at the perfect level for your cock. As you eye the ethereal creature, you find her lips too tantalising a target to refuse.

You stick your cock inside the non-human's mouth, grateful you don't have to take it slow and careful for once. You wind your fingers into her eye-catching white hair and clench it tightly, using your grip on her to **** her mouth up and down as you please.

Mother's boy that you are, forcing yourself on an obviously magical female being like this can't help but instil a pang of homesickness in your heart. Ah, but your mother would be proud of you. Taking what you wanted, sowing discord, all while convincing the others in your presence it was their idea.

The pair of you hammer the Lady as if she's nothing more than a piece of iron on the anvil. As you roughly fuck her throat, making her take your entire length, paying on Hjordis' lack of regard for your air supply, she stares up at you, pure hatred blazing in her clear blue eyes. Suddenly, you're glad she's a guardian of Beatha, not Itheria.

Donald is equally engaged in giving the Lady a punishing fuck, thrusting in and out of her harder than he would for any human.

"What's the matter, demon?" the crown prince taunts, burying himself in the Lady's cunt yet again. "I thought your kind lived for this?"

The Lady's pain at one of the royals she was sworn to betraying her, humiliating her in such a brutal fashion was nearly as satisfying to you as the lips around your cock, as the rather undignified sound the Spirit made every time you made her take you to your very base.

"That's it, Edward!" Donald growls, still hammering away at the Lady's hindquarters. "Make her fuckin' suffer."

After a good few minutes more of punishment, you feel yourself growing close. Drawing back, you take your cock in your left hand, spraying the stone-skinned maiden down with your seed. Donald laughs in grim delight at the facial you've just administered. It isn't long before he comes inside the Lady's tight cunt himself.

His body sated, and his fury slowly abating, the prince releases his hold on the Spirit. The Lady sinks to the floor of the cave, a defiled, dishevelled mess.

"Now, what do we do next?" Donald wondered, eyeing her supple naked form.