Legacy

Part 1:  First Hunt

This is the first part of a story I was writing to cure writers block for any entirely different story.  I just came back now to finish it.  I intended to write the entire story, if I get enough positive feedback.  Those people know who I'm talking to.  

Now, let's get all the legal mumbo, jumbo.

First off, Morrigan Aensland and Dark Stalkers are trademark Capcom.  I'm not trying to steal anything from them, I'm just BORROWING them.  Capcom can have them back when I'm through with them.

This story contains sexual situations.  If you are under 18...you probably won't stop with a written warning and if anything this has probably encouraged you to move forward.  But I'm asking you to turn back now if you are under age.

In short, if you're offended by this material, don't read.  If you're a parent, do your job.  If you have a suggestion, e-mail me.  But please, don't sit there and act self riotous or play the victim.  That is just pathetic.

Buy war bonds.

Say no to drugs.

Screw Clinton, and screw his cigar.


Let me tell you about my first demon hunt.  I was just eighteen, fresh out of training and placed by the church to hunt down these creatures.  I never once expected what I found that first hunt.

My team had four people, including myself.  Oh, wait, I haven't introduced myself yet.  My name is Jeffery, Jeff for short.  The others in my group were Steven, David and our leader, Patrick.  We had grown up together, adopted by the church and raised to fight demons.  It's all we have known about life, hunt and kill, eat and sleep.  And we where off on our first real hunt.  It was a small town on the border of the known world.
	Patrick had chosen a quiet spot in the woods just north of the town, where most of the attacks had occurred.  The word had been that, only the young men in the town had been abducted, the bodies never found.  They had, however, found some of their personal items littered in the woods, leaving a trail out of the town.  We had followed the trail for an entire day and still no sign of any of the missing people.  We settled down for the night.
	I remember everything.  Steven was telling us this story of when he had mastered the fighting pike.  "I had the instructor really on the run.  Then, I see that his grip is starting to slip and..."
	"Wait."  I had just felt this very...weird breeze.  It felt...cold at first but suddenly began to warm up.  In any event, I knew that it couldn't be any good.  "I think that, what we've been hunting is here, hunting us now."
	Patrick was the first to react.  "OK.  Get your weapons and split up.  But watch each others backs."
	David went to my right, Steven to my left and Patrick right behind me.  We all headed into the woods, away from the clearing and the fire of our camp site.  To say that this was making me nerves was the understatement of the decade.  But this is what we had trained for.  We were...
	"WHAT THE HELL ARE..." That cry was followed by a sound of a body hitting the ground, hard.  I came around to see David's limp form being dragged off very quickly, to quick for me to follow.  Steven came running from behind a tree.
	"What the hell was that?"  Steven looked at the runs in the forest floor.  "Where's David?"
	"He must have gotten jumped. Dragged off that way, faster then I could follow"  I was about to say more when we heard another thud.  We rush to where the sound had come from and found Patrick's cross bow on the ground, but no sign of him.
	"Ya, splitting up was a great idea."
	"Quite, Steven.  Whatever got them is still here."  I turned around and Steven was gone.  I felt something hit my head and land on my shoulder.  It was Steven's good luck charm.
	It was right then that I felt a warm breeze behind my neck.  I turned as quick as I could, just in time to receive a sharp blow to the head, sending  me right to the ground.  I looked up dazed and confused.  I got one thing before the final knockout blow:  our attack has green hair.

	I don't know how long  I was out.  I guess in the long run it doesn't matter how long it was.  When I did come to I found myself in what looked like sleeping quarters.  But, never in all my life had I seen anything like this before.  I was huge, bigger then the entire dormitory we had trained at.  Elegant, to say the least.  It was then that I noticed that I was on a bed.  It was the softest bed I had ever been on.  I put my hand down on it.  Silk.  It was at this point, as well, that I realized that had almost no cloths on.  I had been striped down to my boxers.
	As I was questioning this, the door to my room(I called it a room because it was lots better then a cell) opened.  In walked three young men.  I recognized one of them as those missing from the town.  All of there eyes where glassed over and where staring into space.
	"Could he be the one?"  The leader of the pack just tilted his head.
	"Maybe.  Get some of his blood to be sure."  One of the others moved forward.  I got ready to fight when the third one grabbed me from behind.  The leader moved forward and, producing a knife, cut me on the arm.  Not very deep but, there was quite a bit of blood.  Taking a nearby challis they collected the blood.  The one standing behind the leader moved forward with a cup of what looked like water.  He forced the liquid in my mouth and held my mouth and nose shut until I swallowed.  Almost immediately, my vision blurred and I fell to the floor.

	(To those wondering, I'm setting up plot points for possible sequels.  The stuff that forced me to put a disclaimer at the beginning is coming up.)
	(No, really.  I'm serious.)

	I was beginning to wake up when two things hit me.  One, I couldn't move my hands or legs.  They were pinned to the bed that I was once again on.  The other thing; There was something hot and wet moving its way across my neck and collar bone.
	My eye's were coming into focus.  My first sight was green hair.  The same color as the one who attacked me and my friends.  I tried to move but whoever was holding wouldn't allow it.  She moved  her head, bring her tongue back into her mouth as her face came into view.  She was cute, to say the least.  She had a look in her eyes that I couldn't quite place.  She made a sound like a wolf and locked her lips on mine.  She forced my mouth open and stuck her tongue in.  Now, you must remember that I have been living as a ward of the church my whole life up to that point, so all of this was very new to me, but somehow it felt very natural, almost like I had been doing this for years.
	She moved both of my pinned hands together so that she could hold them with one hand.  With the other hand now free she moved down from my face to my neck, down my chest and, finally, reaching my crotch.  Still trapped by my boxers, she began to stroke my member.  I broke the kiss to gasp for air.  She seemed very pleased with her self.
	"Wha...wha..."  I tried to speak but, I think logical thought was thrown out the window the moment I woke up.  I leaned forward to restart the kiss but she pushed my face down on the bed again.  When I looked back up I saw that she had moved.  Now she had her head right over my crotch while she placed hers in front of my face.  She was wearing very unusual clothing, pinks stockings with bats all over them, while what looked like a one piece black bathing suit covered, barley, her crotch.
	Those thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain followed by a ripping noise.  I looked over and saw what was left of my boxers fly to the floor.  I could feel the cold air on my crotch, but not for long.  At first it was just the tip but, then, my entire dick was in her mouth.  After she reached the base, she came back up and the down again.  This was like nothing I had ever felt before.
	She stopped for a second and turned her head around towards me.  It was right then that I noticed wings coming out of her back.  The ends of then formed into what looked like hands.  They moved the stocking cover over her crotch aside.  I could see through the stockings.  Her pussy was now very wet, wet enough for the fabric to be transparent.  Then, the two hand/wings tore the stockings, revealing every thing.  I was about to say something when those same hands picked me up by the back of the head and shoved my face into her.  Holding me there, the women began to lick and then suck on me again.  Remembering what I heard once I began to lick.  She shivered a little and continued to suck.  The fluid that was coming out of her was unusual.  It tasted sweet but, not like anything I could describe.  But it was wonderful.  I was learning as I went, remembering what I could and faking that I knew the rest.  It was the least I could do for her.
	I then tried sliding me fingers in.  The response was immediate.  She took mine dick out of her mouth and...It wasn't exactly a scream, more like a cry.  Her entire body shook and she erupted all over my face and hand.  I tried to swallow as much as I could but, quite a bit spilled onto my face.
	She got up slightly and moved forward until she was right over my cock.  She lowered herself and took my entire length.  I grunted and arched my back.  I was glad that she was so wet.  She was so tight that I wouldn't have been able to enter her any other way.  Once she had my entire length, she stopped and cried out.  I sat up and reached around her from behind, placing one hand on her hip and the other on her breast, raping my thumb and forefinger on her nipple.  I noticed that they were standing strait out and were very hard.
	She soon began to move, taking very smooth movements.  The sensations were almost uncontrollable but I was holding back as much as I could.  I wanted this to last as long as possible.  I started moving my hips in time with her movements.  She was gasping for air, begging for more.  She was getting hotter and wetter, her screams getting louder, her movements faster.  Then, suddenly, she screamed louder then anything I had ever her before.  She arched back, placing the back of her head on my shoulder.  She was shaking and, then, her muscles inside clamped down on me as a flood of hot wetness came running over me.  With that, I couldn't stop.  I arched my own back, squeezing her breast very hard and thrusting my hips up, burring myself as deep in her as I could.  I felt myself exploding and everything went white.

	I managed to collect myself after a few minuets.  She was laying on top of me, her back on my chest.  I could hardly believe what had just happened.  I tried to move but was too weak.  I decided to just lay back and sleep.
	I realized then that I didn't know something that I realized now was very important.  I breathed in and spoke.
	"What's your name?"
	She turned her head and smiled.
	"Morrigan.  Morrigan Aensland."
	It was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

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Here is to the possibility of a sequel.
Morrigan is just the best, don't you think.