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Logan and Beauty sat cross-legged around the fire, sharing the meat of the animal she had caught and presented to him. It was, in his humble opinion, a great improvement from rat meat. He took a sip of flat, bitter-tasting, beer, and offered the water skin to his new companion. Watching her throat work as she drank brought back memories of their morning together. That thought started to get him hard again.Beauty noticed. She quirked an eyebrow at him and pointed at her open mouth.?Absolutely.? He grinned. ?But not right now. There are matters I want to talk to you about first.? Her expression of profound disappointment made him chuckle. ?Don?t be like that. I promise to make it up to you later.?She tilted her head as she looked at him. After a moment, Beauty shrugged and went back to nibbling at the meat. Logan noticed that she ate very little. By contrast, her hunger for his own brand of protein shake seemed insatiable.Not that he was complaining, but that seemed a curious thing. There was no doubt Beauty was some variety of demon. Lavender skin covered in delicate purple swirls, clawed hands and feet (when she chose to have them out), glowing yellow cat eyes, a pair of tiny black horns on her forehead, plump black lips, and a wild lion?s mane of snow-white hair, made for a compelling argument about her demonic nature.Succubus. The word popped into Logan?s mind. Another fragment of his broken memory re-surfacing. A female demon that supposedly fed off the sexual energy of her victims. Male version, Incubus. Well, he didn?t feel like a victim, but the rest made sense. That would explain her obsession with consuming his sexual fluids. Was that what drove her to find him again after their first encounter? If so, why him? If this truly was hell, then there should be no shortage of damned souls wandering about to feed on.Logan filed that one away for later. One more unanswered mystery to figure out.The demon girl noticed him watching her and smiled.He blinked in surprise. That was also going to take some getting used to. But then again, all of this was new. He and Beauty, as he had named her, were in uncharted territory. Only a week ago, she had tried to kill him. Now they were?Logan didn?t know what they were. Allies? Friends with benefits? Something more??Beauty.? He held up the water skin. ?Can you show me where you got this??She frowned, then nodded.?Good. Thank you.? Logan sighed and looked around the small alcove he had claimed for shelter almost a week ago. ?Shelter? was a generous description. It was a deep cut into a cliff that provided a break from the dust and wind, room enough for a small fire, and sleeping space for one. Two people was one too many. No matter how they positioned themselves, he and Beauty were always touching in the tight space around them. Logan didn?t mind that part so much.Further crowding them was Logan?s equipment if you could call it that. He had a stone knife he had chipped down to a ragged, serrated edge, a long stick with a sharpened, fire-hardened tip that could almost be called a spear, and a small pile of poorly cured rat furs. All of that had taken most of a week to gather. Your average caveman would be better armed than he was, but considering the Faerie Queen Maeve had dumped him, quite suddenly, into this hell with only the clothes on his back, it could have been worse.Still, it could damn sure be better. Logan examined the water skin Beauty had given him. It represented so much more than just leather and a source of hydration. Someone had crafted it from cured hides and woven thread. Someone had brewed the beer inside the skin. Crafting meant skills and trade, and that required some degree of civilization. It would seem that even in Hell, the wheels of commerce still turned.Logan desperately wanted some of that. A real bed and real food would Ankara escort be a dream come true. And a bath. He thought. Dear God, I would kill for a hot shower.Ironically, he didn?t have to suffer any of this caveman shit. The option was always there. All he had to do was call the name of Queen Maeve, and she supposedly would yank him right out of hell, just like she had put him here. Of course, there was still the matter of the debt she owed to him. She didn?t like that. Neither did Logan, but that obligation was the only thing keeping her from enslaving him as her boy toy. Unfortunately, it was also the reason he was here. ?Motivation? she had called it, the bitch.He scratched at his week-old beard. Being half Irish and half Apache, he knew it must be a sad, scraggly looking thing, but there was no help for it. His ?knife? could barely cut meat. A razor was an unimaginable luxury. Might as well wish for a laser gun or the fountain of youth.Logan finished eating and smiled at the succubus. ?That was the finest meal I have had since arriving more than a week ago. Thanks, Beauty. You are amazing.? He leaned over to take her hand in his. Beauty blinked, looked down at their joined hands and tilted her head at him.?Now then.? Logan squeezed her hand, then let go and stood. ?Time to get to work.? He picked up his spear and slung the water skin over one shoulder. ?Let?s go take a tour of hell.?*********Logan decided the terrain in hell was the evil twin of Badlands National Park in South Dakota. Jagged mountains of naked, rust-colored stone ripped the landscape into a patchwork of sheer cliffs and winding valleys. Vegetation was sparse and sickly looking. Twisted, black trees grew in solitude, roots coiling and twisting into the dry earth. Hot, sandpaper winds crawled through the valleys, one moment a scratching whisper against exposed skin, and the next moment howling and tearing at his flesh like a wild beast. Above it all, boiling clouds of black and scarlet hid the sky and painted everything in shadow. It was, in other words, a miserable place to travel.The only positive aspect of the journey was his guide. Beauty moved with a quiet confidence that was both reassuring and distracting. The claws on her hands and feet, powered by a lithe body of coiled muscle, made climbing jagged rock look easy. Logan struggled to keep pace. He also struggled not to stare at her perfect, and very naked, ass constantly swaying in front of his eyes. Every time she bent forward to climb, the smooth contours of her sex seemed to wink at him.Focus idiot. He reminded himself yet again. Not paying attention could get them both killed. More than once, they had jumped behind cover when a winged demon had flown overhead. Danger was never very far away in the place.Her hand against his chest stopped Logan in his tracks. She pointed at the ground, at a blood-colored scorpion-like creature crawling over rock and dirt. Tentacles writhed around its mouth, each tipped with a sharp spur of bone. Beauty made a gesture, as if being bitten, then something coursing up her arm and onward to her heart.Poison. Logan translated and took a wary step away from the creature.Beauty gently slapped his arm to get his attention again. She wore a faint frown of annoyance. Pay attention. It seemed to say.Again, she made the gesture up her arm, to her heart? and downward to gently touch her pussy. Logan watched, suddenly dry-mouthed, as she dipped a finger between her legs and held it up to show the moisture up to the first knuckle. She then pointed at the bug again.Was she trying to convey its venom was an aphrodisiac? Maybe. He could only guess. It was difficult to understand her meaning. Especially distracted as he was by the scent of her arousal on the air.Focus! He scolded himself, angry at his continual Ankara escort bayan distraction. Beauty?s impressive curves notwithstanding, this behavior of his was getting ridiculous. A grown man, especially a seasoned soldier, did not behave this way in hostile territory. You are not a damned teenager with out of control hormones. Stop acting like one!Somewhere nearby, pebbles clattered and rolled as something moved. They both moved to crouch behind cover and waited. A moment later, a human male stumbled into view.He looked to be a white male around fifty years old, naked, and in poor health. The shape of his bones could be seen moving beneath nearly colorless skin. Even his brown hair looked washed out and gray. The man?s expression could only be described as haunted. Lines of exhaustion and grief were carved onto his face. Worst of all were his eyes! Wide and wild, and barely human, they were the eyes of someone who existed without hope, for whom joy was not even a distant memory.Logan remembered that look, and for once, wished he could forget again. He has seen it on the faces of helpless civilians whose lives had been crushed into dust and blood by the nightmare of war. Nightmares that Logan stilled carried in his soul.He rose from hiding, driven by a need to do something for the poor bastard. He held his hands up in a gesture of peace. ?I?m not going to hurt you.?The man?s eyes bugged out with terror. He fell hard, then scrambled to his feet and ran as if every demon in hell was howling at his heels. Logan just watched him flee in panic, knowing there was nothing he could do or say that would matter. This reaction was also familiar to him, and it weighed on his heart like a stone. Hope was a fragile thing, and some things, once broken, could not be made whole again.Logan lowered himself to sit on the rocks and just breath. What he had just seen was human suffering in its purest form. The real hell was in that man?s eyes.Beauty knelt beside and touched him on the shoulder. He looked up at her, at the expression of confusion on her lovely face. Logan shook his head. She doesn?t understand. How could she? She is a demon. This is hell, and that man was a soul damned to eternal punishment. To her, this is all normal.But was that true, he wondered? Being a demon should mean that Beauty was the very definition of evil. Yet, nothing about her behavior suggested anything like that, including their first encounter. A tiger will attack to feed; that didn?t make it evil.There was much Logan needed to learn about his new companion, and this nightmare world. Ignorance could only get him killed. So many questions remained unanswered.On an impulse, he leaned in toward the kneeling demon and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. He chuckled as she pulled back, even more confused, and touched her lips. Logan stood, brushed himself off, and tapped the water skin. ?Come on then, gorgeous. Let?s get back to it.?At first, it seemed she did not understand. Beauty just looked at him, tilting her head in that way she did. After a moment, she stood and started walking. Logan followed. Once, when he appeared to be looking away, Logan saw her watching him with a thoughtful expression, brushing a finger against her lips.Onward they traveled. Logan had assumed she was leading him to a place such as a village or market, but that did not appear to be so. More than once, Beauty changed direction. She would often stop and listen or sniff at the air. After watching her do this a few times, he realized it was not somewhere, but something she was searching for.That something soon proved to be someone. Beauty stopped and held a hand up. Logan heard it too. The sound of voices, male and female, and sounds of pleasure.They climbed a small ridge, dropping onto their bellies to crawl Escort Ankara up to the edge. The other side was a low drop to a narrow valley. A hot spring hissed and steamed nearby.Two males stood on opposite ends of a waist-high boulder. Laying on her back between them was a skinny, dark-skinned woman. All three were engaged in the act of unbridled lust. One had the woman?s legs held wide in his hands, plunging a thick shaft into her. The other was driving into her mouth as he leaned forward, mauling her breasts and twisting her nipples.Even from a distance, Logan could see her mouth stretched around the shaft driving relentlessly into her throat. Her hands held him at the waist, frantically pulling him forward to brush her lips against his pubes. Mist from the geyser settled across their writhing bodies in shining droplets of moisture.It would have been quite the erotic show if not for the fact that the two males were demons. The one between her legs was bigger, with a burgundy skin coloration and short, shaggy auburn hair. Black ram?s horns grew from his forehead and twisted around his ears in tight curls. Enormous, bat-like wings sprouted from his shoulders, half spread and slowly fanning the hot, humid air in his gleeful lust.The Incubus at her mouth was an ash-gray color. His horns were more akin to the deer antlers of a young buck, about six inches long and sharply pointed where they protruded out of long, black hair hanging down past broad shoulders. He had no wings. A long, serpentine tail lashed around goat-like lower legs. Both had athletic physiques and might be considered quite handsome, if not for all the demonic special effects.The gray demon seemed very aware of the other one, sneaking glances at him as he took his pleasure from the opposite end. The winged beast, by contrast, did not even acknowledge the smaller, gray demon. An image sprang to Logan?s mind of a wolf pack feeding on a kill, and the older wolves taking the juiciest bites of meat for themselves, snapping at the younger pack members as they prowled cautiously around the edge, looking to feed.Logan could only stare at the raw, animal, sexuality on display. A nearby, soft noise caught his attention. Beauty lay beside him, touching herself and breathing heavy as she watched the three of them furiously fucking.He blinked at her in mute astonishment. Is everything in this dimension obsessed with sex? He wondered. First, it was the faerie queen, and now all this. Thank God the giant bear didn?t try to fuck me!The threesome was nearing its inevitable conclusion. Logan could see it in their increasingly frantic movements, hear it in the rising pitch of their guttural moans and growls of pleasure. He watched the two demons work in unison, spit roasting the woman from both ends, pulling back, then spearing into her together. The woman rolled her hips and moaned around the heavy balls slapping against her lips.One, then the other demon, started cumming, howling like animals, as they hammered the poor woman from either end. She writhed and twisted between them, caught in the surging wake of her own quaking orgasm.Ok. Logan admitted silently to himself. That is kind of hot.Something about the woman seemed to change as ripples of sexual release rolled through her flesh. The color of her skin became more vibrant, from a dull brown to a rich, milk chocolate. Healthy weight appeared out of nowhere to round her hips and breasts and soften the harsh outline of her ribs. She cried out, a long wail of joy? and of terror.A moment later, Logan understood why.Satisfied and spent, the demons pulled their wet pricks out, laughing at her feeble cries. Then, almost as one, the two demons drew their lips back to reveal sharp fangs and pounced. Logan heard her scream. All he could see was her feet kicking and her hands flailing beneath their combined weight. Within moments, she stopped struggling. Then she stopped moving at all.She knew it was going to happen. Horror washed through Logan like ice water, followed almost immediately by a searing rage. She knew from the beginning. You bastards. You fucking, demonic cowards.