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Power doesn’t know how to feel as she watches the women below her copulate. She was about to announce her presence and feast on their flesh, when one of the women- a fiend like her -was pushed up against the tree Power crouched in.
The two had already been invading her territory, an offense Power does not take lightly when they started to disrespect her property. As the ruler of Earth, she had command over each human (and fiend) around her. For those who did not consult her before acting in any sort of way, they would face punishment.
Punishment usually meant death. She had killed the farmer when he had yelled at her for slaying his cattle. She had killed his children when they screamed and vomited at the sight of the decapitated man. And she had killed his wife as she made a desperate call to the Devil Hunter association.
It appears that maybe that call had made it through, and now Power will have to do some more killing. The thought fills her with glee. A fiend’s blood is often something special, always a unique taste that denotes their demonic nature. As for the hunter leading the way, Power looks forward to a quick and easy fight that will end in the other woman’s bloodshed.
The fiend was short and dressed properly. Power hated people like that, know-it-alls who thought they were above her. Well, right now she was above them! She unsheathed her claws, sinking them into the tree branch. Slowly she slunk backward, finding a better vantage point to view them from.
The other woman was a bit more to Power’s liking. Everything about her was relaxed. Long gray hair sat in a low ponytail. She wore loose sweats and a simple tank top. Her face wasn’t visible yet, shoved between the fiend’s legs.
“Lady Quanxi!” The smaller girl was whining. Her cheeks were a bright red color as her skirt was shoved up around her waist. “We can’t do it here. We’re supposed to be working.” Even as she complained the fiend’s voice grew weaker. Power, with her superior hearing, could hear their blood rushing faster around their bodies. It had an appetizing tang to it, vibrant and electric. Her eyes saw right through their entire bodies, watching the blood pool in cherry-red cheeks and soft groins.
Slowly she lowers herself deeper into the protection of the branches. The women are further hidden behind leaves and branches, but their noises grow louder. The noises alone are somehow more erotic than when coupled with the vision of the two fucking. When she can only see their bodies shaking it leaves more to the imagination. What Quanxi is doing underneath the other woman’s skirt is already a mystery. Power has yet to come across a person with a dick on their face, meaning that these actions have no purpose. Power has heard animals mate in the same way, usually, they’re easier to kill when they’re caught in the throws of passion. Even if their coupling is useless, they’re just as weak. She should leap down and slit their throats.
For some reason Power pauses.
The fiend is just curious. Whenever she gets sick of their display she’ll kill them without hesitation. It’s just the fact that their actions are useless. Power always enjoys the results of human stupidity. None of these actions will produce offspring. All they’re doing is leaving themselves vulnerable.
For now, she listens. It’s rare that the woman extends her grace like this. She’s intrigued that they’re relaxed enough to engage in such a display.
They fuck like animals in a way, but not quite. Quanxi has her head between the other girl’s legs (Power still hasn’t learned her name) hands squeezing her hips. The moans between the two aren’t low and breathy like the animals, but rather high- almost musical. Her dress has been discarded, underwear too. Power looks at her perky breasts bouncing gently, then back down at her own.
They’re smaller, but not by much. The fiend has never cared much about them, she doesn’t care now. Still, the thought comes to her, and she gently gropes her own chest. It doesn’t feel good, it feels the same way groping the skin of her stomach or legs does. The feeling of skin in her palms is pleasant in a way, but not arousing.
The other fiend seems to be enjoying the situation. She stutters out moans behind the palm of her hand. “L-lady Quanxi, we’re supposed to- ah, be w-working!” While she whines her hips keep shifting and bucking. The view isn’t great from Power’s vantage point, but she can tell that they move in unison.
Quanxi removes her head from between the woman’s legs. Her chin is shiny, covered in slick. “Do you want me to stop then?” Even while she speaks the woman keeps pumping her fingers slowly.
The response is hair pulling and begging until she has a source of stimulation again.
“I can’t resist it when you’re so cute Pingsti. I know you were trying to seduce me.” With that, she goes back to licking the woman’s cunt.
Power doesn’t know why they do it like that, one’s mouth on the other’s genitals. With animals, they just breed for a few quick minutes. There’s no slow teasing or words exchanged. Their hands don’t roam over each other, sweet and soft over breasts and thighs. Here it has no purpose.
Power keeps watching. She watches them until the fiend, now identified as Pingsti, shudders with the release of orgasm and slumps against the tree. As she shakes and trembles her moans grow louder and louder until she suddenly falls silent.
“Quanxiii,” she whines, “I’m too tired to work now. You messed me up!”
The woman smiles as she pulls the girl’s panties back up and puts her dress back on. Quanxi smooths over the fabric and runs her hands through Pingsti’s hair. “We’ll just come back tomorrow then Pingsti. Nobody is expecting us back for another two days.” They kiss again, slow and soft even though Quanxi has slick still covering her face.
Pingsti straightens her back and brushes off the front of her shirt. “I don’t wanna stay. I miss everyone else.” She blinks up with pleading eyes and wraps her hands into the fabric of Quanxi’s top.
She smiles wickedly. “We’ll I’ll make sure to keep your mind off that back at the hotel.”
They walk off in intertwined arms, hands groping each other’s skin.
Power had decided to let them go. They could live for now. Her face is unnaturally hot, her groin throbbing. The pairing must have done something. It isn’t anything Power can’t conquer herself, but she will have to gather more information before launching her counterattack.
—-
When she eventually slinks back to the shed she uses as shelter the encounter is still on her mind. Other than the slaughtered farmer’s family she doesn’t come across many humans. It’s no surprise that even at night when she’s curled up with Nyanko that the girl is awake.
Over and over she replays the action of the two women. It was hard to tell exactly what they were doing when looking from above. A mouth had encompassed the other’s cunt, any action beyond that was completely hidden. Power sat up and bent over until she could look down between her legs. Covering her groin was sparse coarse curls that did little to truly hide anything. The blonde hair was clean for once, Power had taken a dip in a nearby stream before returning home.
She had not truly cleaned herself and didn’t care much about the dirt and blood that stuck to her body, but the water had still done some work.
It made the view of her vulva clear. The pale skin shifted to a pinkish-brownish hue. It was soft when she poked at it delicately. The motions still didn’t stir much excitement in her.
Even after a few moments of poking she doesn’t feel much change. The subtle throbbing that had taken over earlier in the day does not make a reappearance, no matter how much she pokes and pets.
Laying back down Power gathers Nyanko back into her arms and tries not to let her thoughts keep her awake.
—-
Quanxi returns alone this time. Power doesn’t know if she wants to hide or not. Her skin is buzzing again. It’s hard to tell what the cause of it is. The pale hairs on her arms stand up, not because of fear. Power doesn’t feel scared, all humans are weak and below her. This one will be no different.
In the end Power ducks behind a tree. It’s not meant to truly hide her, but it gives a small moment of time where she can observe the woman.
She wears different clothes than yesterday, but the overall style is the same. Strapped to her hips is a wide sheath. Power doesn’t feel threatened by the wide strip of steel.
When she’s spotted they lock eyes (eye, in Quanxi’s case). Power tucks herself behind the body of the tree a little further. It feels calm and quiet. Power doesn’t feel inclined to charge out and announce her presence, which is strange.
“Are you the peeping tom from yesterday?” Quanxi’s voice is low and playful. Something about her tone, or maybe the look in her eye, makes the hair on the back of Power’s neck stand up. It’s not enough to truly scare her, legs remaining firm on the ground, but she slowly cowers further behind the tree.
“You were the one barging in on my land.” Her voice is still powerful and heavy. She had no concern that it wouldn’t come out that way. As she moves backward (Quanxi doesn’t stop her march forwards) her ears carefully listen for any movement behind her. She’s not dumb enough to get caught by another fiend.
Almost as if reading her mind, Quanxi opens her mouth again. “You don’t have to worry so much, little devil. I was hoping we could chat.”
The words do little to calm Power’s nerves. Non-existent nerves that she doesn’t have because there is nothing to fear. A puny human (even if something seems a little inhuman about the woman) poses no threat to the mighty fiend.
She feels hot again. Blood rushes through her body again. The same kind of energy that she feels at the sight of an opened wound or dead body takes over. Power can still feel a hint of fear, this new excitement is the product of something else.
“You should put your weapon down then.” Power isn’t worried about the trio of large swords hanging on her backside. She simply wants them gone because of… their unsightly nature. She’s appalled by the large, curved design of the things.
Without pausing Quanxi unclips the harness holding up her swords and lets them drop into the grass. She does all this without stopping her press forward. “I don’t need those types of things to take care of you.” It’s impossible to tell whether the line is meant to be threatening or flirtatious.
Power has her back to a tree now. Another combination of fear and heat spikes through her body. The cool air does little to relax her sudden nerves.
“Did you enjoy the show yesterday?” Quanxi is only a few feet away from Power. Her hands hang loosely in her pockets, back curved with an air of casualness.
Power brandishes a set of claws. She hasn’t quite yet sent gallons of blood flowing into her hands, not ready to attack with her signature hemoglobin scythe.
“As if I could enjoy such a lewd display! You should be ashamed for disgracing my land. It was horrible! Disgusting!”
“You shouldn’t insult my woman like that.” There’s a bit of a warning in her voice, though it remains flat and playful overall.
“I’m insulting you,” Power clarifies. “You’re the instigator of such vulgar behavior!”
The smile on Quanxi’s face returns. “I just can’t help myself around pretty girls,” she purrs. Despite her flirty and welcoming tone, she is still calm and almost stern in appearance.
Power’s face flushes.
“I’d like to do this the easy way. I hate it when I find out I’m after somebody this cute and competent.”
The fiend tilts her head backward. “Ha! I am competent! You’re wise to see that. Normally I’d kill someone who trespasses on my land, but if you grovel a little more I’m sure I could be persuaded.” Her cheeks grow redder, a result of having her ego stroked.
The woman, her rival, seems almost amused. She doesn’t drop to her knees and beg for her life, a deadly mistake. With each second she does not move, Power’s haughtiness grows stale. Her cheeks grow pale again. As they lose their pink coloring her brows furrow more.
“I’m not typically the one who does the begging. Why don’t we try playing this my way?”
Surprisingly the girl seems to consider the offer. “I’m a champion at all sorts of games,” she declared. “You can’t best me! All will fall before the mighty Power.”
“I wouldn’t be so quick to agree. I’m a master at these types of games.”
“What kind? Tell me your plans quickly.”
There’s a knowing look in Quanxi’s eye. “I’ll do all sorts of wicked things to you, and you’ll have to try your best to resist.”
“Torture? I’d like to see you try to hurt me.”
“Not quite. Still, I’d love to get my hands on you.”
“Go for it!” Power leaps up, her tits jiggle slightly. She thrusts into the other woman’s space. “Try anything you’d like. I can withstand any kind of pressure.”
Within a second she’s pinned against the tree. The bark is surprisingly smooth, other than the occasional knot within the skin. It’s still not very pleasant against her back, slightly scratchy.
Power is forced still by hands on her waist. They’re quick to grope any fat and skin. This isn’t the kind of attack she was expecting. Power knows little more than clawing and killing in response to most things. It’s a little overwhelming.
One hand works its way upwards. It tickles her skin, forcing her to push further back. Power’s nudity leaves everything exposed. Her breasts scoop upwards, nipples hardening more with every second. Whether it’s from arousal or the cold isn’t clear.
The woman lets her hands grope one tit and then the other. She decides to let her hand linger on one. “Good girl.” Quanxi soothes her with the praise. Her hand still squeezes Power’s breast, finger rubbing over a nipple. The other clings to her hip. Both rub circles into the skin they hold.
As her lips grow closer to the fiend’s neck, it’s clear Power is trying not to move back. She even flinches when lips finally touch the tan column of skin. The hunter lets her tongue peek out from between her lips to taste.
It’s a bit grimy, which is to be expected. Quanxi has tasted worse things than the dust covering Power’s skin. She opens her lips more to suck at the area, drawing blood towards it. The urge to bite down rises in the back of her throat. Later she’s sure the fiend would enjoy the roughness. For now, she continues the gentle assault, making her way up to nibble on the girl’s ear.
Power’s breathing has changed. It comes out in quick stuttered puffs of air. Her hips are already twitching, jutting out into the air. Hands dig into the bark of the tree.
“This ok baby? You said you could take it, but if you need a break that’s fine.” Quanxi speaks genuinely. Her breath ghosts right against Power’s ear, warming the cavity.
For a moment she can’t choke out a response. The hands on her break away for a moment, their presence barely felt. With only the briefest break Power regains her sense of self. “Y-you haven’t even done real damage yet!” Surprisingly her own arms have shot out to grab onto the other woman’s hips. They’re wider than Power’s own, covered by a layer of fabric that is easier to cling onto. In terms of groping the fiend intends to win.
Her neck is attacked again. Quanxi leaves marks all up and down the skin. While her mouth works her hands continue to rub at the skin available to them. Power’s chest is still within her hold, so the woman keeps abusing the nipple underneath her finger.
Power doesn’t seem to know what to do. She keeps her grip tight, and continues to shift her hips, but doesn’t do much else. Slowing down her assault the older woman pulls back.
Startle is obvious on the fiend’s face when Quanxi grabs her hands. She guides them around past her hips. Thankful for the give of her pants, the stretchy nylon, she positions Power’s hands just underneath her waistband. “Reach over the fabric or under, but you need to move your hands lower.”
Nodding with pink cheeks she doesn’t hesitate before plunging her fingers down lower. Her fingernails are surprisingly smooth, skating over the skin. Exploring the area of Quanxi’s ass she finally decides on her resting point, right below the woman’s tailbone.
The fiend cranes her neck back, a silent beg for more. Quanxi is quick to dive back into her meal. She finally settles onto Power’s mouth, sucking on the lips until they fall into her own. The lack of practice and any kind of suave nature is clear. Quickly the taste of blood covers skin, even though Quanxi heals as fast as the cuts open. So she ignores the teeth clashing and sinking into her tongue for now.
Instead, she finally decides to do something about the fiend’s shaking hips. Power is a good head shorter, which means Quanxi is already craning her neck downwards. It’s always an awkward shuffle like this. Just eating her out would be easier, but it’s clear the fiend isn’t ready for that. For the sake of the girl’s comfort, she’ll do the awkward tango. She rises a leg up to plant her knee in between Power’s thighs. It takes a moment to position her hips correctly, but once her cunt is planted on top of Quanxi’s thigh she’s eager to keep thrusting her middle forward. There are trails of slick along Quanxi’s pants forming already, shining in the cool sun.
The woman pulls back to watch the grinding. Power’s eyes are half-lidded, pupils dilated. Drool is leaking from the corner of her mouth. Occasionally her tongue will poke out to lick her lips. There are still streaks of red covering her mouth.
Her skin is beautifully tanned, most likely from long days in the sun. There’s not a single pale patch, even her breasts are the same golden color. It’s a subtle change from the cleanliness of her usual companions. Despite the fact that Cosmos and Long and everyone else accompany Quanxi outside often, they still prefer to stay inside (especially in bed). Their pale skin offers a stark contrast to deep purple bruises.
There’s less disparity here, especially considering the other smaller bruises and cuts along her body. It ends up urging Quanxi to suck and bite harder so she can pick out the exact marks she left. While she works it gets simultaneously harder, the fiend beneath her twitching and pulling backward.
Her moans have developed a gravelly quality, which grow higher pitched when Quanxi decides to lower her leg. Power is silenced with a quick kiss while a hand wanders toward her cunt.
The hair covering it was sparse, almost rough against her palm. Right below it, the skin is slippery and smooth. Wetness runs all the way down to her thighs, covering all the skin it can. As Quanxi moves her hand it glides easily through the mess. She dips a finger into the wet cavern, barely moving it inside. Her palm, calloused covered, and friction-inducing sits on the fiend’s clit. It’s a killer combination, one that she uses often.
The effects are instantaneous. Power bends over like she’s been punched in the gut. Quanxi is quick to plant a hand in the girl’s hair. She pets the pink locks, whispering in her ear. “So good for me. Feelin’ nice aren’t you? Have you ever cum before sweetheart? That’s what I’m about to make you do.”
Power is not a great conversationalist currently. One arm is still wrapped around Quanxi’s waist, the other clinging to her arm. She’s letting out constant little squeaks and moans that vary in volume. Teeth have also sunken into the woman’s shoulder, tongue tracing over the skin.
When she finally does come undone completely the fiend nearly takes an entire chunk out of her arm. Power’s toes curl, sinking into the dirt and mud beneath her. It feels a little bit like she’s been set on fire. As the girl writhes and pants she’s nearly convinced she’s dying. For a few brief moments, all she can do is thrash.
Quanxi is patient. She keeps one hand in the fiend’s air, running through it. The other guides her through the orgasm. Though her fingers aren’t buried deep, walls still clench around them. The woman is still whispering sweet things, coaching her through the feeling of climaxing.
It’s clear that Power is wrung out of all her energy. Now she only twitches gently every few seconds. If her thighs were wet before, they’re completely soaked now. Small whimpers leave the fiend’s lips, cute noises that soak into Quanxi’s skin. The older woman wipes her sticky fingers alongside her pant leg and wraps it around the fiend’s waist.
In one quick movement, she completely picks the girl up. Power seems strangely obedient, wrapping her legs around and pushing her head up against Quanxi’s neck.
“This was my plan from the beginning fool!” Her voice is much scratchier than it was before, barely audible. “I’m the best!”