A very p*rny Demon (Patreon)

To talk a bit more about inter-species relations and breeding, let's visit demons again for a bit. Why are there demon hybrids, how do they function as I've previously explained that they are essentially a form of alien "life form" (or whatever strange ethereal equivalent of one) from beyond reality as we understand it using raw magic to project an image of themselves into realspace that can look to varying degrees like an eldritch horror depending on the individual Demon's understanding of the physical world, and why wouldn't there be demi-angels as well since they are essentially made of the same stuff?

All those questions and more will be answered in today's episode of: 'Fantasy races, how do fucky wucky work?' (pending title)

And I will do so by looking at a completely different kind of Demon, as we've previously seen two forms of Succubi, one a "rookie" with a rather simple understanding of how beauty works. And a more experienced one with more... "refined" tastes.

The kind of Demon seen up there again come with many names, though most typically people simply look at that and go "that's a Demon!" and that's where it ends, but there have been those that want to properly catalogue everything, and they have taken to calling them "fiends" or "battle-demons" most commonly.  We'll settle with Demon.

As previously discussed Demons need magic to project themselves into reality, using it to form a tangible image that can interact with the world, with lesser amounts of magic they may only manifest as a ghost-like being, visible but otherwise intangible and unable to affect much directly, or maybe just a voice, or not even that but merely a malign presence just... lingering, holding onto whatever magic reserves it has left and waiting for chances to absorb more.

Succubi of course absorb magic by seducing the mortal races and draining their magic. But why do it through sex?

Well, that's because Magic is strongly influenced by our emotions or desire. But it goes deeper than that, Magic is seemingly guided into doing whatever it is it does by a "want" in the world. And I really do not have a better way to put it. A mage might, on a perfectly normal day, cast a fireball spell and a neat ball of flame floats through the air until it impacts the imp he's fighting, but moments after, after the imp has killed or grievously injured the mage's friend, in his rage to avenge his fallen comrade he casts another fireball spell. And this time around an enormous torrent of flame spews forth before violently exploding and inuring everyone within a 10 meter radius. Magic is fickle like that, because it is fueled by emotion. It "does" more and directs itself according to the various emotions, or "wants" in the world near "it". The stronger the emotion, the greater amount of magic released.

As intelligent beings, our thoughts and desires are hugely sophisticated, and also as a result, needlessly complicated. A mage who cannot make up his mind will barely be able to cast anything of note, he needs to be resolute in his desire to bring a ball of fire into being, and structure his mind so that no errant thought may distract him just to get it off, and then his emotional state can suddenly make it do things like explode anyway.

But what about our baser desired? We don't need to think about those, do they affect magic?

The answer is yes they do, and unlike our conscious thoughts, our baser desired, or instincts, are very consistent if limited in effect. But the amount of magic generated and directed around is huge none the less, even if most of it is wasted and aimlessly floats around before dissipating, and there are few desires more potent than the desire to procreate, hence Succubi. But it is not the only way for a demon to get its magical needs satisfied. As this one for example seems rather keen on battle, perhaps the adrenaline, bloodshed, anger, rage, pain and grief of a battlefield help this Demon get it's dues.

But of course, a Demon's Physical form is only a projection, and looks exactly how the Demon wishes to be seen as, and there's also nothing holding a demon back from slurping up a lot of anger-magic one day, and then take a more enticing form and get some sex-magic the next. Maybe this one is mid-transition between two states, or perhaps settled on a hybrid form that fulfills both tasks satisfactory. This is where the line between the various kinds of Demon out there really starts to blur, and why cataloguing them with any consistency is an almost impossible task.

And it is at this point that I've realized I've been typing for far too long, and haven't even gotten to the half-Demons yet. I guess I lied earlier up there, as this episode you'll not get all the answers to the earlier posed questions. But I did talk a lot about other things. (Don't worry it's all relevant.)

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...Looking over the relaxed camp of orcs, goblins, and humans engaging in various activities with each other. From eating, playing, or exercising, to fucking or simply just relaxing. Sophia found it little wonder that the orcs, with the wizard now gone, wanted assurance this way of life could persist while she once again slurped away on the prince's magnificent pole, moaning on his cock as a burly orc hammered into her from behind. After spending last night with the prince, she now felt a bit more comfortable with other men taking her. After all, her prince had been there first.

It also seemed her denial in yesterday's orgy in granting access to her most precious hole may have been a mistake, as a line was forming. In her denial of them, the beautiful redhead had only grown more desirable, some of the orc men liking her beauty to that of an elf maiden.

That night, the entire camp ran a train on her, cock after cock after cock entering her and busting uncountable loads straight in her womb, all to no avail of course, as the prince's seed had already taken hold unbeknown to everyone.

When they were finally done and everyone went to sleep, Sophia was a tired, sore mess. So the prince had to settle for a simple hot-dogging session before bed, though he didn't mind much, as the left behind ladies had seen to his needs while all the men had their way with his saviour knight. After a long and peaceful night they woke again, this time to the familiar bird calls of a young morning. After a quick session with Sophia, they and their traveling compatriots, as well as the band of Orcs, set to work tearing down the camp. Most of the work had been done yesterday, so they finished early. And before they knew it it was time to split up again and bid each other farewell.

As agreed, the farmer and his family went back with the Orcs to their main settlement, Bernadette wanted to come with Sophia and the prince, promising to make herself useful to them. One of Grishakk's trusted friends Sharog came along as a bit of extra muscle. And finally the diminutive Mugbel joined the party, to oversee the collection of magical writings they were now bringing along in absence of a real expert on magic.

Their goodbyes were exchanged, promises and wishes to see each other again were made, and somehow sneaky Shaahzge managed to help herself to a deep and hard prone-boning session courtesy of our monstrously hung prince along the way in lieu of a goodbye behind the cart.

And now, with everything out of the way, young knight Sophia and her prince could set off again on their journey home, joined by three new members to their party...

Hey all,

Bit more lore than usual, mostly explaining magic stuff. I realize I am again late, but I don't expect this to hold for tomorrow.

SoCarter out.