How far does the apple fall?

[Maara]

A strange creature sat on a large stone at the mouth of the cave. Nude except for the leather kilt he was wearing exposing dark gray skin, wild brown mane falling down his back, both clawed feet firmly planted on the ground, large bat-like wing exposed to the world, left elbow resting on one knee cradling his cheek, his right holding a small crystal ball with his wide red eyes gazing into it. An image of a young girl reflected inside of it. The crystal ball was a gift from his master, a present for fathering the girl it showed 17 years ago to a woman he was ordered to rape. However it wasn't considered rape if the other person was willing.

Cama Zotz sighed at his thoughts of the human female as he remembered the last words she said to him. 'I hope you wanted a daughter.' In truth he never even expected to have any children, never wanted to give his master a new slave to do his bidding, never wanted force his own child into this kind of life like his own father had...

His red eyes narrowed at the thought of that man. Cama was still but a child when he was sold to his master. He and everyone he would conceive was the price his father payed for the power of fire. The man gave him and everyone in his bloodline up without a second thought thinking that with this new power he would be immortal and no longer needed anyone to continue the Zotz clan. Cama smirked when he remembered his master telling him that his father blow himself up on his first attempt of using his powers.

He returned his thoughts to the girl in the ball, Maara was what the human Adriana had named their daughter. Well, Maara was more his daughter now, since the woman was dead. Although, Maara looked more like her mother then him. The wings, eyes, and the power over fire were the only thing she really inherited from him. 'And the cheek bones.' He reminded himself. Even her personality was more like the human then him. He suddenly remembered an old human saying 'boys take after their mothers and girls take after their fathers'. It wasn't true with Maara. Then again he always thought humans were always silly creatures. Then again it wasn't sure if it was true with him either, then again he didn't really know his mother.

He snorted at the irony. Cama never knew his mother and his daughter never knew her father. He looked into the ball again and snorted again at the other irony. His daughter and him were in the same forest, he was only about a half an hours flight from her... and he was stuck watching her in this crystal ball like he had been her entire life. He watched her birth, her first steps, her first words, her first flight, the first time she used her powers all with pride. He had also watched every beating she received, every time she crashed, every tear she shed with a heavy heart. Unlike his own father, Cama actually cared for his young.

That's why it had hurt him greatly when he had made Adriana promise him to contact him one day. It wasn't just to train her demon powers like he had told her, it was because he knew his master would want his newest servant. Cama wasn't exactly loyal to his master, but he had been more of a father to him then his own had. That and he knew his master would not hesitate to dispose of him if he showed disloyalty or when he no longer became useful to him. In all honesty he wanted to escape at the first chance he got.

Speaking of his master, one of his other minions was now standing in front of him. It was Tring, one of the few who sold themselves to their master willingly. She was also on of his masters spies as well as one of his many whores.

He didn't look up at her but he knew exactly what she looked like. She was a cat demon covered in yellow fur, feline ears and tail, her eyes bright green, covered only in two pieces of blue cloth that wrapped around her breasts and thighs, and the sharpest fangs and claws Cama had ever encountered before. He knew this very well actually. When their master wanted to sleep with a different whore that night the others would sometimes find some of the other minions to play with. He had had Tring once. He had had better then Tring and he told her so. It took a month and a half for his shoulder to heal completely and she never slept with him again.

"Stocking your little kit again, Batty?" Her little nickname for him was annoying and she only used it when she had information for him.

"What do you want you flea bitten pussy?" he never took his eyes off his daughter's image but he knew she was scowling at the nick name, he almost smirked.

She snorted and crossed her arms. "Now be nice or I won't tell you why you've been sitting in this human forest for a week now."

Cama raised one of his eyebrows at that. Yes, he did want to know why he was sent here with his only two orders as 'stay out of site' and 'wait for farther orders' but it was unlike Tring to even suggest not fallowing the orders of her beloved master. "We both know you would never disobey our masters orders even if they were to take your own life, so why not cut the act?"

"True I would die for master, but what fun would that be if I just told you," she purred as she walked passed him, her tail brushed against his cheek before she wrapped an arm around his neck. "What would I get out of it if I just told you?"

He could smell the pheromones coming off her and it made him smirk. "I see now. So master sent you on a little errand while you were about to into heat then? And you want some relief before you finish you mission, right?"

She snorted again. "Of course, you think I would fuck you again after last time if I wasn't so desperate?"

Cama sighed and put the crystal ball in the pouch on his belt before moving his clawed hands to the buckle and started to undo it. "Fine, let's just get this over with." Tring purred and practically skipped over to the front of him nearly ripping off her cloths before she sat on his now naked thighs grabbing his hair and pulled him into a rough kiss. Cama returned it just as rough and reached out for her body. It had been a long time since he screwed someone and Tring, while she was a brat and a whore, was very attractive. He was already semi-hard. There was a reason their master kept her around, besides her undying loyalty and expert spy skills.

Silky fur meet his hand as he grabbed her breasts as kneaded them and teased her teats with his thumbs. It wasn't that they needed much foreplay, she was already in heat, but it seemed like the necessary thing to do. And by the way she purred and mewled Tring approved of it. She reached down and started to stroke his member. He broke the kiss with a hiss and stared at her. She was grinning and her eyes were dark with lust. He couldn't take much more of this.

He released her breasts and gripped her shoulders pushing her off him a bit. She grinned wider when she got the hint and climbed off him. She laid herself on her back on the ground and spread her legs wide before giving his a 'come hither' look. He couldn't disappoint her, he would never get the information out of her if he did. He knelt between her thighs placing one hand above next to her head and the other one wrapped around his member as he guided it in to her wet opening. Tring mewled and he filled her gripping onto his shoulders and arching her back as she did. Once he was completely in he paused a moment to catch his breath. It felt good to have her tight muscle wrapped around him, but at the same time something felt wrong.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Batty? Start moving." She stated rather impatiently. Like he said before, he couldn't disappoint her. He started to thrust into her and kept going until he found a rhythm that appeased both of their carnal lust. As good as it felt something still felt wrong. He closed his eyes as he fucked Tring and imagined something different. Instead of soft fur he thought of smooth skin, instead of mewls and purrs full of lust he thought of sweet moans and gasps of pleasure, instead of bright green eyes clouded with desire he thought of forest green ones full of emotion, instead of blond fur he thought of long dark red hair spread out on a white sheet, and instead of this rough fast fuck he thought of a slow gentle sex. The images in his head and the tight feeling around his cock that only got tighter as Tring cried out and climaxed, sent him over the edge and released himself inside the brat.

Cama panted on top of her. That was why he stopped having sex. He always imagined that human female in place of the one he was actually screwing. It was annoying.

He pulled out of her and stood to retrieve is kilt and belt. Tring stood up as well and stretched her body before retrieving her own clothing as well. "So how was it?" she asked him.

"I've still had better." Was his reply. She growled and then chuckled.

"Well, that's to be expected right? After all human women and demon women differ a bit don't they." He tensed. "To bad your human is dead now right?" That did it.

Cama turn to her rage coursing through his veins. "Cut the crap you slimy bitch and tell me why you came here, because it certainly wasn't to fuck me!" She smirked at the cord she stuck.

"Awe, and here me and master thought you would be happy to finally meet your baby girl face to face." Cama's rage died in an instant.

"W-what?" He couldn't speak, his world was spinning.

Tring's smirk grow. "Oh yes, master finally thinks she is ready, you see he has a mission for her and you're going to help her with it."

And everything froze. Master wanted her to serve him now? What would she do? What would he make her do?

Another human saying came a crossed his mind. 'the apple doesn't fall far from the tree' But how far did it fall? And how far was Maara going to be pushed to go?