A sword danced as a man twirled like a living whirlwind of blades. An axe was guided to the side, a rapier turned away from a vital organ, scraping against a breastplate at just the right angle to deflect it. The man moved as if possessed by the God of War himself.
The three Demon Generals fought for all their worth, a spear thrusting a thousand times in a heartbeat. A rapier that had never missed before. An Axe that cleaves mountains. All of them could not find their mark. But they worked in such close tandem that even the greatest hero and sword master was pressed to be completely on the defensive.
The pounding rain filled the room with a cacophony of constant thunder. The roof battered and broken from the sheer force of blows that were knocked aside leaked a constant set of streams splattering to the floor all around the blazing combat.
These three were the last of the defenses before the Demon King himself would be pressed into combat. And that would be a disaster. The King was spending the majority of his magic and abilities to unleash a spell so potent that it would rewrite reality and alter all before them to let the demons conquer the world. That could not stand.
Sir Richard Longsword was the whirlwind. He was the reaper made manifest in the land. Unblemished, undefeated, whose blade could cut the fabric of reality. He could sever the heart without cutting the skin. Split stone like air. His short salt and pepper hair was waving back and forth with each blurred movement. Like wheat stuck in a tornado. His clean shaven face and strong jaw had never been tested against a blow. A born prodigy. Bided his time. To him time was slow, his mind functioning at such speeds that he could count the raindrops.
Agranax, the lightning spear, was the first to make a mistake. He hadn’t noticed the water that had built around his feet and when he stepped forward he skidded just two hairs too far. Placing him in the range of Richard’s blade. It slashed, blindingly fast and went through flesh like it was water. Cutting through the bone and skin of his leg. He cried out, falling forward. His two companions felt their heart sink as the cordon they had around the master swordsman broke. He slipped out faster than lightning. Agranax’s cry was as shrill as a bird. His beak twisted and scarred from a millennia of combat in his dark depths covering him in scars. His sickly yellow skin like that of a vulture’s head wrinkled and hardened as he tried to call forth his armor of stone.
A blade whooshed, and a head fell. Agranax collapsed to the ground, blood pumping across the ground and mixing with the rain. A dozen steps away Richard stood. Looking at the next two as the first of them fell. His breath was ragged, pushed finally to exert everything he had learned. The thousand sword styles condensed into one perfect mixture of them all. Sweat poured down his face, curving around a smile of pure joy.
His heart sang, so much joy at the prospect it had almost been good as the orgy he had before this battle. When he sheathed his own blade and spread his seed in a dozen women. Even that hadn’t taxed him to the point that this battle had. A lifetime that had been easy, that had never pushed him to his maximum strength.
The two demon generals looked down upon their friend, their comrade for a century in the depths of the Abyss. Even the blackest of hearts would warm eventually after so long with them.
”Thradomir,” The succubus queen Yuliana whispered. Her rapier, Heartpiercer, laying against her hip as she billowed in breaths. Her massive tits rising and falling in her bodice. Both of them had shed their armor before this battle. Not even hellsteel would protect them from the Untouched Blade. “Don’t.”
Thradomir, sunderer of mountains grew even redder. His hellish fiery skin burning in flames as his rage built to a point where he might not control it. A fiend of the pit, so strong that no one else could have stood against him. It was his blows that had been shattering the ground around them. He let out a roar, his chest out. The sound cracked the stone beneath his feat as his axe glowed a sickly purple, the energy dripping and corroding the ground below him.
”NO!” Yuliana shouted as Thradomir charged. Of the two of them she knew they were only a delaying action. She had no choice but to charge with her ally. Her own mind speeding up as she hurled her innate magic into Richard. Trying to turn his lust into a distraction. If only he loved women more than battle it might have worked.
Like a lightning strike the axe of Thradomir fell. The very air screamed from the basing of the axe. A blur of the very light from the sheer power and speed of the blade. Not even Richard, with all his skill could have deflected a blow that powerful. No sword he wielded would have been tough enough to take it head on. But that was only one skill of a master.
With a dancer’s grace he let the water slip between his foot and the ground. His blade coming up and smacking hard against the axe, the power of the blow making him glide effortlessly across the ground and out of the way of the unseen stab that had been coming from the shadows of Yuliana. With the barest twist of an ankle and a snapping blow Richard severed Thradomir’s wrist, the fiends hand gripped so powerfully on the handle of the axe that it didn’t even let go.
Thradomir yelled in pain as he rolled from the follow up slashes that would have cut him into ribbons in a moment. He slammed his stump into the hand and called forth his ability, “Flames of Regeneration!” The extraordinary ability given to him by his corrupted blood sealed the stump back on the hand, undoing the barest blow from Richard.
Yuliana slipped out of Thradomir’s shadow as his moment of healing and distraction sent Richard leaping into the air to take his head. It was a split second. The only opening he would need. As his blad whistled down another opponent stood there. Smacking the blurring blade aside to merely sever a useless horn. She kicked off Thradomir’s back and locked blades with Richard. Her mesmerizing eyes locking to his. Trying to force her way into his mind and shatter it into a thousand pieces. “Gaze of the Seducer!”
She only saw the thousand discarded women behind those eyes. Just those to polish his mighty blade. None of them ever good enough to keep his interest. Even herself, master of a thousand pleasures would have been used and tossed like a cum rag. Beneath that, into the inner fortress of her mind was a sharp blade, one so bleak and unblemished that it cut her mind to look upon it. Yuliana jerked her head back just in time to dodge the unseen blade. A gash across her forehead opening up in a spray of blood.
Richard smacked Heartpiercer aside and drove his blade towards her throat. Thradomir’s hand interposed itself, saving her life as he shoved the soaring man back through the air. With a flicker of Richard’s wrist the blood on his blade splattered across the ground in an arc before it became hot flames that could melt steel.
Nearly a hundred feet Richard soared as he locked his eyes upon the two remaining demons. They were truly skilled. They had been able to even send him in the opposite direction as the Demon King’s chamber. Otherwise he would have sprinted through there and taken them down before whatever spell he was wielding would come to pass.
His feet landed, skidding back another dozen steps as the slick floor made even his own skills need to recoil across the ground instead of cracking it with the force of his flight.
That damned smile on Richard's face. No one had ever enjoyed something more than Richard enjoyed this battle. If not for his codpiece his massive cock would be ripping through his pants to spring forth and show his truest nature. That of a pervert of battle and bedrooms. He almost wanted to let them cut him so he could feel pain, maybe that would send him into such ecstasy he would burst. But he could never do so on purpose. Not when they challenged him so. If they had been able to do it, that would be the only way for him to believe it wasn’t masterbatory.
Yuliana took a drop of Thradomir’s blood and drag the flame across her forehead, sealing the gash before the her own blood would get into her eyes. That would have been a death sentence. Richard stepped forward.
”Mirage of Death.” The temperature in the room skyrocketed until the rain evaporated into steam and then nothing. The light bending from the haze of the unseen sun that suddenly filled the room. Richard had finally been pushed to use one of his master abilities. Ones he had practiced in secret a thousand times.
Seven mirage forms of Richard blurred and stepped aside as he walked forward. Two of them blurred forward and clashed with Yuliana, blades projected from Richard’s sheer battle lust. They were not as sharp as a real blow, but they weren’t supposed to be. They were only the openings he needed. Five went for Thradomir. One of which was the master swordsman. Or so they thought.
Thradomir parried with bracers and axe. Getting backed away from Yuliana much to their dismay. They were better staying together, but that was against Richard’s plan. From the shadows, the haze parted as an eight blade master formed from the darkness. None of those they were fighting were the true threat. Yuliana felt the intent on the back of her neck. It was her only warning. She lunged forward into the duller blades of the mirages. Getting cut twice as her hair was severed, saving her neck by a hair’s width. She lashed out with a spiked tail and Heartpiercer dispelling the two illusions she had been fighting, knowing now neither of them were the threat. It still cost her two more cuts, severing her bodice and spilling out her breasts into the air.
Richard stalked forward, taking in her form. Her six breasts hung free. Each of her delightful nipples pierced and chained together so that a single tug upon them would pull them all. Her short skirt swished as she backpedaled away from her death. Her foot caught as fear filled her. A stain of heat and shame pooling underneath her as Richard stalked forward.
“I can serve you. I’ll forsake the Demon King. I’ll be your personal slave. Please spare me. I’ll do any-“ Her head rolled from her shoulders as Richard shuddered at the light in her eyes fading. So close to his release.
Thradomir crushed the last of the mirages pressing him back. The heat of the room disappeared and everything came into view. The headless corpse of his one time lover lying next to Richard. Her hair was still fluttering through the air at that moment.
“Fine,” His voice was a rumble of stone grinding on stone. It filled the room. “We will both die.” Thradomir started to glow as Richard took one unhurried step after another towards the last of his foes. A small bit of drool coming through the corner of his lips. Brighter and brighter a second sun filled the room as stone melted and glass blew out from the air pressure. The rain everywhere for a mile evaporated in that instant. “SUPERNOVA!”
Thradomir erupted in a blast that shattered the air. The wave of force rushing towards Richard as he stared it in the face. It would have killed anyone else.
”My Blade Cuts All,” Richard whispered. Parrying the very strike that destroyed the unenchanted room they had been battling in. The very clouds were parted by the force of the explosion. The only thing standing for a mile around him was now the throne room of the Demon King. One final fight.