Halfdaemon in college

Darkness covers the streets of the outskirts of Shadow Hills. The large town and its high buildings block even most of the moon light. Only a few lamps throw their light on the street. Most of the lamps are broken but the city council seems to have little interest in investing any money in the outskirts. But the man who walks down the street this faithful night couldn’t care less about the city council or the problems of the people living here. In fact, he couldn’t care less about human problems in general, since he was far from being human.

On the first sight he may look totally human, but this is just a disuse Zulakal, what the man was called among his kind, was nothing less but a high daemon. A loyal and very mighty servant of one an arch daemon. And the reason for his visit to the human realm was only for business. A shady group of maniacs started to kidnap and scarify other humans in the name of some kind of daemon.

Normally this wouldn’t be a problem for the rulers of the hell. Daemons can’t take the souls of others, as long as they not offer them themselves. The human police or maybe one of their government agencies would soon take care of these murderous bastards and they would die without ever knowing about the daemon realm or any kind of magic being at all. But now, some minor daemon broke thousand-year-old rules and contacted the Satanist group on his own.

Maybe he did it for fun or he had the unrealistic hope to somehow increase his status among fellow minor daemons. No matter what the reasons were, this was strictly forbidden without the agreement of an arch daemon or the devil himself. So, Zulakal was sent by his boss to put an end of this disrespectful cult and find the daemon behind. Once exposed the higher daemons would this fucker for a few centuries or end his existence for good.

It was some convincing necessary, both magically and physically, but finally Zulakal found out where the next ritual would take place. It was just an ugly basement in a run-down part of the outskirts. People living here don’t have much money and care little about what their neighbors do.

The door of the building is not a match for a daemon. Zulakal could blow it to pieces, but decides to simply put his hand on the lock, mumble a spell and the lock jumps open. Zulukal could feel the presence of some humans in the basement. The rest of the house was empty. He goes straight to the stair and down. At the end there

“Who the fuck are you?” the guars asks shocked and pulls a gun out of his jacked, “stay where you are or it was your last move.”

The guy only suffers a second. Zulukal lets out a heavy wave of energy that smashes the guard against the door and then rips the door out of its anchoring. The room behind was filled by candle light, strange but worthless things the cultists consider to be artefacts, a group of five shocked cultists and a young woman who was tied up and gagged in the middle of some king of pentagram. Obviously, the cultists just kidnapped their next victim.

“Where are you coming from?” a man who was likely the cult leader screams and draws a gun, “whoever you are, go to hell, bastard!”

The cult leader and three of his henchmen shoot four or five times at Zulakal. The victim in the middle screams in panic, but the daemon doesn’t move an inch. Human weapons can hurt or even kill daemons, but not such as strong as Zulukal. Especially not such small handguns.

“From hell I come,” Zulakal repeats and drops his disguise.

He grows a few centimeters, his clothes vanish and reveal his blood red skin. Two long horns grow next to his short black hair and a pair of dragon-like wings spread from his back. A tail with a pointy end drops from his ass to the ground and his face becomes much more animal. Zulakals body becomes much more muscular and his hands become more claw like.

“A … a devil,” the leader of this cult says breathless while his tied-up victim screams in panic, “a real one … master, be praised for the honor of your presence. Our prays are finally …”

The cult leader didn’t get any further. In the next moment Zulakal cuts his head off with his sharp claws. Panic spreads among the cultists. One tried to flee, but Zulakal smashes grabs him and smashes his head against the wall. Two cultists decided to shoot again at the daemon, but this was as fruitless as before. With a sharp look and a spell on the lips both attackers turned into fireballs and die crying. The last cultist kneels on the ground and begs some hell lords Zulakal never heard of for protection. A quick hit on the head knocked the guy out.

The victim desperately struggles against their bonds to get free, but she is tied to tight. Zulakal didn’t cares for her, since she is not part of his mission and looks around. On the altar is a violet stone. Zulakal feels daemonic power in it. It must be the device the minor daemon used for communication. Zulakal takes the stone and snaps his fingers. Immediately the altar is on fire and soon the whole room would be burned down.

However, when he tries to leave, something stops him. Some strange feeling in his belly became worse the closer he gets to the door. Zulakal turns back and looks at the Victim in the middle of the room. She will die for sure, if he would just leave. And for him, this feels not right.

Daemons could feel mercy and other positive emotions, but it was rare and frowned upon in the unholy society. However, it isn’t the first time Zulukal questions the way the arch daemons indicate to their minions. And right now, when he looks at this poor woman, he can’t help but feel pity for her. And so, he makes a fateful decision. His master didn’t exactly forbid him to rescues a human hostage. They didn’t even know there was one.

With a quick hit with one of his claws, he cut the ropes open. The woman looked at him terrified but was not able to move. Shock and exhaustion prevent her from every movement. Gently the daemon removes the gag and lifts her up and carried her out of the burning room. Away from all the danger and she had to witness.

“You are save now,” Zulakal says carefully while leaving the building, “may I ask you name, human?”

“Jasmine,” the woman answers frightened, “what are you?”

“I’m Zulakal, high daemon of stage 5 and loyal servant of arch daemon Xalterod,” Zulakal introduces himself before realizing that this frightens the woman even more.

“Are you going to kill me?” Jasmine asks scared and tried to get free from Zulakal carrying her.

“No, Jasmine, you don’t have to fear me,” Zulakal answers and gently holds her tighter, “I will not hurt you. I have no intention to harm you. And I don’t hate humanity. I … I would like bring you home, if you allow me. If not, I can just let you down here and you can wait for human authority.”

“No … no I … I don’t mind,” Jasmine answers quick and much calmer, “these men … they put something in me. . I feel so weak. And hot. If … if you are really friendly … I mean, I don’t know much about daemons, but you seem nice. If you don’t mind … I would like you taking me home. I … I live in … in the east part of the city.”

“I will take care,” Zulukal promises and spreads his wings, “don’t be scared, I have you save in my arms.”

And without any more words, Zulukal jumps in the sky and flies Jasmine home. She felt no fear anymore. Too much happened in the last two hours to waste time fearing the man who saved her. If it was her fate to die this night, she would do it in the strong arms of her savior.

The flight only takes ten minutes. By car it would have taken half an hour to get to Jasmines home. The apartment building was in a better part pf the city. Office worker, managers of smaller businesses and other middle class people live here. Zulukal carefully lands right in front of the door. Because of the late hour, nobody saw him. And even if, most humans would believe it was just a short imagination.

“Thank you … Zulukal,” Jasmine says still a little weak and disorientated and tries to stay on her own feet, “would you … would you like to come inside? I could offer you a coffee. Does daemons drink coffee? I never met one before. I always thought you are just stories. And … and maybe this all isn’t even real.”

“I’m not a haluzination,” Zulukal answers amused, “and my kind doesn’t need human food. But we still can enjoy the taste. I would like to see your home very much. Let me help you.”

Zulakal takes one of Jasmines arms around his neck and helps her up the stairs and inside of her apartment. It is a small but nice and clean apartment. Nothing too fancy. Zulakal takes Jasmine straight to the bedroom and lets her slide on her bed. The still keep her dizzy but at least she is able to move on her own again.

“Can I get you something?” Zulakal asks and looks around, “some human medicine maybe?”

“I … I guess I’m fine,” Jasmine answers calm, “I just need some time. But … I don’t want to sound like a slut, but now that I already lay here, … maybe we could skip the coffee and I can properly thank you for saving me from these maniacs.”

“Well, I don’t want to take advantage of your situation,” Zulakal replies and smiles shy, “but if you insist, I can show you what my kind is capable of.”

Since daemons usually don’t wear clothes, except of some pieces of armor or decoration, only Jasmine had to get rid of the white dress, which the cultists her to wear. In his 3000 years of life, Zulakal had many woman in his bed. Mostly succubus who crave for his superior power, but also some human slaves, who once made a deal with an arch daemon and lost their freedom. In most cases, sex in hell is just for distraction. Or in case of a succubus for feeding.

Zulakal never cared much for the looks of the woman he fucked. However, in Jasmines case, he indeed finds her very attractive. And her shyness and blushing while she lays naked in front of him make her really adorable. She was so pure. If she wouldn’t be on and adrenaline, she likely would not just consider sex with a guy she just met. Especially not one who wasn’t human.

Compared to human cocks, Zulakas penis was quite a monster. For human standards his whole body was unusually huge. But he wanted this to be pleasant for both, so he decreased the since of his cock with his magic until it was just over average for humans. Then he bows forward, kneels over Jasmine with his arms hugging her tightly and starts to kiss her. The foreplay soon leads to him shoving his cock in her unprotected pussy. His magic and advanced physical strength would make this night unforgettable for Jasmine.

Jasmine cares little for everything right now. The adrenaline, the and the strong arms of the guy who saved her make her so horny and greedy, she doesn’t bother with the red skin, the wings, the tail or the horns. On the contrary. She even took the two long horns in her hands for a better hold while the daemon fucked her pussy with inhuman endurance. And from what Jasmine saw, the strange guy even seems to be amused by her playing with his horns.

But like everything good, even sex with a guy from hell had to end sometimes. In this case it is after she comes for the third time in a row. Zulakal could go on much longer without a break, but Jasmine is exhausted after four hours of fucking and obviously couldn’t take it much longer without loosing her mind or getting seriously hurt. So Zulakal thrusts his cock one last time inside her and shoots his load in her pussy. He really likes this woman, maybe even loves her. But he knows to less about human biology and society to fully understand the risks of unprotected sex. Jasmine seems to not really care at the moment. The events of the night her to collapse quickly on her bed and drifts to sleep.

“I hope we will one day meet again, human,” Zulakal mumbles and for the first time in his life feels things like shyness and his own weakness. He dares to kiss the almost sleeping Jasmine a last time on the cheek before putting a blanked over her. Then he disappears in the night, to report back to his masters.

The next morning, Jasmine Sanders woke up with a headache. The events of last night feel like a terrible nightmare. But she is alone and feels exhausted but healthy. Jasmine looks at the clock. She still has some minutes before she has to go to work. Carefully she heads over to the kitchen and makes a coffee. While waiting she turns on the TV to watch some news. And her eyes wide when she sees the local top story.

“… the fire brigade was able to extinguish the fire in time before neighboring buildings were damaged,” a new reporter just says and a picture of the burned building from yesterday appears, “the police confirmed in the evening that there were up to five dead and one seriously injured. The investigation is still ongoing, but it looks like the source of the fire was part of an unidentified religious ritual that got out of hand. A spokesman for ...”

Jasmine suddenly feels terrible sick. The memories of yesterday come back. Stronger and clearer than before. The satanic cult, the , the strange man with the horns and wings, the kisses and the sex. Now that the were off everything was back. What had she done. She always was a religious woman. Visiting the church weekly and helped voluntary on social community projects. But now she had slept with a devil from hell. Literally.

Of course, she couldn’t know for sure that she was already pregnant. She has to do a test as soon as possible. But somehow, she just knows it. It had to be this way. She was pregnant with a child from the daemon who saved her. And if her greatest fears are correct, she would in some months give birth to the antichrist himself.

Dear readers,

this is a new kind of story for me, I hope you don't mind the long chapters with only little sex scenes. Since the main character is only 17 when the story starts, it takes a while to see her in action. From chaper 10 onwards, there will be much more sexual scenec with different characters and fetishes. I hope you enjoy the story neverteless and if you have suggestions or wishes, please feel free to write me a message about it. I also will approve all chapters that match the story and depict no underage sex or support illegal practics.

Thanks for your patience and your ongoing support

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