Chapter 1

The sound of the door handle turning told the thief her plans for a stealthy robbery had gone awry. Lestrian turned around to see the large intimidating form of the home's owner entering.

The look on her face was priceless. Her prized treasure room was in shambles. Rare artifacts it had taken a lifetime to secure lay broken. Displays she'd taken months to set up were toppled. And in the middle of it all was the tiny halfling; fury etched on her face.

"Well what do we have..." the demon began

"DO NOT SPEAK!!!" Lestrian roared; more power in her voice than should have been possible for one of her race.

The demon looked the small creature over. She stood a head and a half taller than even the tallest of male halflings. Her body was lean and toned; far from the pudgy norm of her people. She was dressed in similar fashion though. Her long deep green skirt and light brown jerkin were made of the thin spun wool halfling people were known for. Both dyed in muted earth tones, another common trait of the halflings. Her clothes were more fitted though. The skirt accentuating a tiny bubble of an ass. The jerkin exposing just a hint of midriff and cut just low enough for a glimpse at her perky round breasts. Her face was pretty, young, almost childlike; another feature of her race. Suntanned skin spoke of many hours outdoors, likely gardening. Her chestnut hair was divided down the middle and plaited into two braids.

How perfect... the demon thought looking at her prey, She provided handles.

The anger though, the rage; that was a wholly uncommon trait. The demon's gaze was drawn to the halfling's right hand; clenched into a fist. It held a silver chain with a purple and green gem dangling from the end.

"Ah, the jewel of Zahera." The demon smiled at the fond memories the power of the jewel granted her, "When I'm done with you I'll let you keep that little bauble."

The halfling woman almost repeated her demand for silence, but her eyes were drawn to the gem at its mention. "It's useless to me..." she growled. When her eyes returned to the demon Lestrian took the opportunity to appraise the beast before her.

She was built for temptation; as her kind often were. Her large breasts rested high and firm as though she had just entered her womanhood. Large thick nipples pushed at the thin silk of the dress she wore. Below her breasts were a tight stomach and a tiny waist which appeared just a bit too small to carry the weight above them. Fabulously curved hips flared out from her waist tapering in to her dancer's thighs and calves. Her feet were bare, toenails painted gold. She had no need to fear anything she'd cross on the roads of this realm.

Shiny violet scales danced along the deep purple of her skin. The casual observer might mistake these for jewels; if it were possible to look upon the demon and retain a disinterested gaze. The dress, periwinkle blue, clung to that skin; caressing every curve and ending at mid-thigh.

The demon stood half again Lestrian's height. Her face was beautiful; mature but still young. Her delicate chin, full lips and high cheek bones were an unspoken promise at the wonders that waited inside her mouth. Her straight, thin nose led to vibrant pink eyes; which set the mind to thinking of other places of similar color. Thick twin horns sprang from her head; their triple curve causing them to almost touch. A thin band of gold spiraled along the length of each one. Her thick blue hair was two shades deeper than the dress she wore and fell past her shoulders in loose curls.

Lestrian let her eyes slowly move down the demon's impossibly perfect figure. Past her magnificent round breasts, past her tight flat stomach, past her well rounded hips. Down to the slight bulge resting between her thighs. That was the reason she was here. That was the cause of her fury. Without further explanation Lestrian's hands moved to her waist untying the bonds that keep her skirt in place. The demon was intrigued and confused. Both kept her from making a move against the creature invading her home. She didn't know what she was expecting, but it surely wasn't what she received.

Lestrian's skirt fell to the floor revealing delicately sculpted legs and a thick cock that hung to just above her knees. Strange blue markings crisscrossed along the length of her shaft, then up framing her neatly trimmed bush and slightly down her inner thigh.

The Halfling's eyes hardened and her fist clenched tighter. The demon's curiosity turned to affronted suspicion as the halfling's blue lined cock started to rise.

Does this puny creature think to use me for her sexual pleasure? the demon thought. I will teach her the error of such foolish fantasies.

In the time it took to form the thought the halfling's cock had reached it fullness. Thick, hard and throbbing; the foot and a half of flesh ended just beneath her lower lip. The demon took a step forward intent on putting this creature in her place. And Lestrian moved...

Shifted would be more accurate. First she stood, a tempest barely contained, grounded in the wake of her destruction. Next she floated an inch away from the demon, eyes level, burning; hinting at the doom the halfling would bring upon her.

Lestrian snapped her head forward driving her skull into the soft spot between the demon's horns. The towering demon crumpled backward, the halfling straddling her as she landed. "How... ?"

The demon's voice grated on the halfling's nerves. Lestrian took her pulsing cock in hand and shoved it between the offensive creature's lips. She grabbed each of the demon's horns. "Handles how perfect." She spat, and pulled the demon's head down the length of her shaft.

Unused to being treated so; the demon reacted with the frantic fury of a cat dropped into a tub of water. She punched, she kicked, she even tried to bite. None of it affected the halfling in the slightest.

Lestrian began thrusting her hips to let the demon know in no uncertain terms that her mouth was to serve the halfling as a pussy. As the demon continued to fight their position became contorted. Soon the demon was on her back one wrist pinned by a tiny hand, one leg trapped at the knee in the crook of Lestrian's elbow. The halfling was mounted on top of her fucking her throat for all she was worth.

Then she spoke, "I had everything." She began quietly as her heavy balls smacked against the demon's neck and chin. "Everything. A husband, children and community. Family and a place to belong. All that's gone now because you needed a night of fun!"

Lestrian untangled the chain from around her hand and hung it from the demon's horns. "This was given to me by my father." As her voice grew in strength so did her thrusts. "Given to a child of the mortal races born of demon's seed."

The demon attempted to speak around the cock buried in her throat but only managed an incoherent mumble. The halfling continued, "It hid my curse. The sexual dysmorphia that afflicts any mortal creature of demon breed. It was a gift, 'To the one strong enough to survive' he said."

Lestrian didn't bother telling the demon her father was from the lower reaches. She didn't bother telling the demon her father was so powerful his presence drove her tiny village mad. Lestrian didn't tell the demon her father was the type of beast that would cause her to weep upon seeing him and beg for exorcism back to her own realm to escape the dread and despair his gaze invoked. No, these things the demon did not need to know.

"This is all your doing!" Lestrian raged repeatedly plunging her massive shaft down the creature's throat. "You just had to have your fun. You didn't care whose happiness you destroyed. Well since you came into my life without my asking..."

The halfling was unable to finish the thought as her cock twitched; flooding the demon's mouth and throat with her sticky cum. Lestrian held the demon's head in place as her cock pulsed over and over again; forcing the struggling creature to swallow or choke. After a long minute she pulled her slick cock from the demon's mouth, leaving the creature gasping for air.

"It wasn't me." the demon choked out between breaths, desperate to buy some time to think. "It was Gonbil. He's from your village."

"He's already been taken care of." Lestrian said scraping cum off of her still hard cock with her hand and flicking it at the prone form of the demon. "How do you think I found you?"

"But Gonbil never would have noticed my gem had you not requested it." Lestrian reached down and grabbed the demon's dress at the chest, ripping the silk from her body with one fierce tug.

"And for this!" The halfling barked, snapping the torn dress at the soft piece of flesh dangling between the demon's legs. Even erect it wouldn't be half the size of the cock the halfling wielded. "You couldn't even get the incantation correct."