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I ran for three days, only pausing to think about the events from past few days. Going over what had happened again and again, I ended up making a list in my mind of changes that had occurred to me. I no longer needed to eat, drink, sleep and felt no pain. Above all, what worried me most was how much I had enjoyed fighting the two thugs. It was hard to describe, but when I had snapped the arm of the second man was the first I can remember feeling happy.

The fifth day of running brought the capital into view, at last. Compared to the last town it was amazing; and, compared to the village that had once been my home, is was colossal. Everything appeared to be so clean as to be unreal. The roads were paved smooth, free of filth and debris, and even the armor of the guardsmen patrolling the streets seemed to be freshly polished. Despite my new abilities I found myself lost multiple times; but, eventually, I made it to the building where quests were posted by people willing to pay. Walking into the building I immediately noticed someone who looked willing to give me information and headed her way. She greeted me as I approached and began explaining how things worked with a well practiced speech. There were different levels of quest and the higher the level the more it paid; but, also, an appreciably higher difficulty came with it. She concluded her presentation by indicating numerous stacks of papers nearby that I quickly skimmed through with nothing catching my eye. 'Please weed my garden.' 'Nest of Goblins spotted nearby.' 'Llama wearing party hat stole my left hand.' They all just seemed so boring.

As I turned to leave I noticed one piece of paper stuck to the wall behind her that had obviously been posted and ignored for some time and questioned her as to what it was. "This is a quest that we had to put on hold because no one who took it was able to complete it," she explained. "For months, people accepted it; drawn in by the huge huge reward. No one ever came back. We assume they all died."

"Tell me more about it."

With a sigh she continued, "Some monster is living in the caves to the north. It's only about half a days travel, depending on how fast you move; but everyone has been avoiding going anywhere near there because no one has ever returned. It's listed as a 'monster' because no one who has seen it has been seen again so we don't know what it is." With my mind already set, I walked out the door with the receptionist shaking her head behind me. I imagine she figured on never seeing me again.

It only took me a few hours to reach the caves in question, and dead bodies and discarded armor scattered about all but pointed to the cave I was looking for. The bodies were desiccated and crows picked at them but I wasn't bothered at all. If there was anything I was familiar with, it was the sight of ****. Finding myself at the entrance to the cave, and about to cross the border from the light into the dark of this lair when I heard a female voice call out to me, "I thought they had stopped sending people to me. It's just as well, I was starting to get hungry again." From the shadows appeared the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Completely naked, she had jet black hair that reached to her waist, her eyes were gold colored, and her breasts were enormous but had no signs of sagging, while what I could see of her ass through her thigh gap lightly jiggled with every step yet had no drop to it. I took most of this in automatically, as what drew my eyes the most was easily her most prominent feature; two horns, the color of obsidian, protruded from her head while a tail that I assumed was protruding from just above the crack of her ass, flitted from side to side behind her head like a metronome.

Simply staring at this demon in front of me I suddenly started to become aroused and I added 'arousal' to the list of emotions I could still feel, along with anger and sadism. The moment taken, I walked up to the demon and stopped right in front of her and she stared at me with a smirk and, with a mocking tone, asked "I see you think yourself a brave one! Are you here to avenge all your friends I killed?"

"Those were no friends of mine, I'm only here because I have nothing else to do, I couldn't care less if you kill people." I flatly replied. The demon simply raised her eyebrow at this and motioned for me to follow her deeper into the cave, swinging her hips languidly as she went. It appeared as though light was being kept from entering the cave and it was unnaturally dark. Even with my senses enhanced as they were, I stumbled more than once and each time the 'creature' laughed at me. Our path was endlessly lined with even more dead bodies until we reached an inner chamber of the cave that was mysteriously well lit with no obvious source and contained a large pile of hay covered with what appeared to be a large silk blanket. In the blink of an eye, signaled only by the feeling of a light breeze, she had me stripped of my clothes then laid down on the pile of hay with her legs wide.

As soon as she was on her back I was upon her almost instinctively, and my throbbing erection slid smoothly into a pussy that was impossibly tight for a being of pure sexuality such as her. We let moans out in tandem as I started to pound into her as hard as I dared to without risking hurting her and she raised her hips in time with my thrusting to match my movements. Everything around me seemed to haze over as I knew what I was doing but couldn't control myself. All I could think about was pounding into her over and over with everything I had. As she began to run her fingers through my hair I heard her say, "It's a real shame you are going to have to die. You seemed like someone I'd have to toy with a bit longer before you gave in." The words might as well have been moans as all I could think of was to continue pounding into her incredibly warm and wet womanhood. After a few minutes I mauled her breasts and exploded into her with a loud yell, she responded with a mere groan of contempt, saying, "Just like all the rest. It's a shame to think I was looking forward to you." She flipped me onto my back and continued to use me for her pleasure, apparently annoyed at my lack of lovemaking skill. I offered no resistance as I felt almost hypnotized by the rhythmic bouncing of her gravity defying and gargantuan tits mere inches in front of my face. Sensing my submission, she continued her verbal **** on me, "So, you thought you could come to 'my' lair and just do what you pleased? You are pathetic! Some of those others were missed, but not you. Who could ever care about someone like you." As though they had released me from some spell, those words she had spoken snapped me out of my haze, and my thoughts flashed back to all the years I'd spent taking care of 13. If the sad look of gratitude she had given me upon her last breath were an open wound, this woman's insult was salt poured upon it; and there was no way I would ever let her or anyone speak to me like that, no matter what she was.

I felt the anger rising inside of me, but this time I welcomed it. When I my vision started to go red I slammed my dick into her pussy as hard as I possibly could, no longer concerned about hurting her and causing the demon to yell out at the sudden rough intrusion and look down at me in shock. Before she could regain her composure I flipped her back over onto her back and began to pound into her harder than before. Once she recovered her thoughts she glared daggers at me through the pleasure and pain and opened her mouth to speak but I seized her throat and squeezed. She stared at me and smirked at first but her expression quickly turned to worry when I continued to squeeze harder and harder.

I fucked her for hours, repeatedly squeezing her neck with superhuman strength until I saw her face go red and her lips started to go blue, then I would release. In a panicked effort to free herself, I felt her tail stretch around my throat and squeeze as hard as it could. In the back of my mind I wanted to laugh at her feeble actions, but I didn't even bother to acknowledge her weak attempt in the end; and, looking into her eyes, I was surprised to see more confusion than fear. I continued to hold eye contact with her as I started to **** her again; and, with one final thrust, I emptied what had to be my 10th load into her. The **** of which cause most of the previous loads to be pushed around my dick and out of her, onto the blanked we lied upon. Long before this point, any normal man would have passed out, but I was clearly no longer normal. The demon below me tried to let out a shriek as she too came again but my grip was too tight. Finally spent of my energy since my journey had begun I released my grip and she gulped in air. I noticed for the first time that her pupils were vertical slits as they started to dilate from hyperventilating and she muttered something under her breath that sounded like "Y... you should have died ... by now," with that she went limp beneath me, completely passed out.

I slowly pulled out, which was harder than I expected. Her pussy seemed to posses a mind of its own and I could feel it attempting to draw me back in until I finally popped free and fell back onto my ass. I cleaned myself off with a handful of the straw from her 'bed' and slipped my clothes back on and dragged the demon outside to where I could finally see again. My rage seemed to be slowly subsiding at last, but, looking down at the demon, I decided I didn't have the patience to wait for her to wake up on her own and gave her a few rough slaps across the face to help bring her back to her senses. In a few moments, and with a few annoyed groans, she stared up at me and said with a voice full of venom, "Is this where you kill me now, 'Hero'?"

Standing over her I let out a **** laugh, saying, "I'm no hero" and began considering what to do next.