Rivers were often the place where most creatures congregated, so as the night entered deeper, Mark left the area by the river.
Thankfully, becoming a demon seemed to have made his senses much clearer, and night's veil didn't make him blind. He could nearly see everything as if it was still morning.
As for Dona, she followed him even without him using an extra Heart Input on her. She really was a simple creature who didn't want anything except for survival.
She walked in a squat, always trying to minimize her presence. Any and all sounds would immediately make her wary and startled.
Dona was always on her tiptoes.
That made Mark realize just how dangerous this forest really should be.
…
Night had moved deeper, and the world began to grow utterly silent.
Earlier, Mark had found a hole under the root of a tree, and he was heading there now. But he was not really sure where it was anymore, and he hadn't left much marks to follow.
Suddenly, Dona poked his back with a finger.
He looked at her.
"Grr… Grr…" she pointed up.
"What?" he asked in the demon language.
"Gr… Grr…" she seemed to have understood and pointed up again. Her face was growing a bit anxious, but he didn't understand.
Dona growled and looked up at the red moon. Then, she began climbing one particular ancient tree that had a hidden claw mark that Mark noticed.
She looked down at him anxiously, and Mark finally understood it. He cautiously tried to climb the tree, and it was not as impossible as he expected. In fact, he soon enough began climbing like a professional tree climber.
Dona climbed higher, too, and from below, Mark could see the only parts of her that were not dirty. Nudged between her red buttocks, it was a beautiful sight.
Even if she rolled down on the ground to get dirty, it was pretty hard to get those places dirty, and he knew it would be uncomfortable if she did so, too. Lucky for him.
They climbed up the tree and finally reached the top after around ten minutes—it really was a tall tree.
On the top, there was a sort of flat area of about 4 meters in circumference, with hundreds of branches coiling together to make a comfortable flat spot. Dona crawled atop it and looked far into the distance at some random spot.
Curious, Mark followed her gaze, and his golden eyes widened.
A stretch of forestry of unimaginable length extended from his location to the ends of the horizon, and from here, he could see hundreds of demons prowling around everywhere. They were of all sorts.
Mark even saw a stationary giant that looked more like a dark statue than a being for an extremely short second before it vanished among clouds.
Suddenly, his gaze focused on one of the demons far in the distance.
It was far away but still visible; it must be humongous in size.
Perched upon a craggy cliff, the creature was a majestic, fearsome sight.
"A griffin…" Mark muttered and then returned his eyes to Dona.
Dona growled slightly and rested on the tree top. She was so quick to fall asleep that he wondered if she had forgotten about the mating part.
The treetop was a wide and comfortable place, so it was easy to find his own spot to sleep beside her.
Why am I so thirsty for women?
He wondered.
Was it his demonic body? Or was it because of Dona's demonic allure? Or stress?
Mark also needed some rest, honestly.
Everything would be clear once he slept on it.
Laying beside Dona, he wrapped his hand around her tight waist, and she opened her eyes for a second before staying where she was. The demoness was slowly growing comfortable with his presence.
Mark caressed her waist, tracing her abdomen. and embracing her until she became comfortable. Then he gently began pressing her abundant and full breasts. Most of her body was well-toned, but her breasts were like dough, and they were incredibly amusing to pinch and press to any shape he wanted.
They were just around the size of a D-cup and looked perfect on her. Dona groaned in a sort of quiescence as he pinched her dark red nipples. She also began to move slightly as a foreign emotion budded inside her.
His legs gently wrapped around her thick waist and kept her in place. But only when she moved slightly did he realize that her natural body strength was way above his own.
He couldn't keep her in place.
Feeling a bit irritated, Mark chose to go with the way of subtlety and began gently arousing her.
As he caressed Dona's breasts, her nipples quickly became erect like a crystal bud. Her areola was darker than her skin and easily stood out to him.
Dona's faint expression of pleasure was also not lost on him, her mouth opening as she began to breathe through there instead of her nose.
Dona was enjoying this.
"Urr…"
She squirmed.
She had never experienced something like this, and neither had he. Both of them felt some kind of pressure build up inside them, and their breaths grew ragged.
Mark's hand slowly moved down her toned belly, feeling the rise and fall of her breath, and passed by her belly button before reaching her sacred spot. Dona tightened up her thighs around his palm as his hand gently felt for the warmness in between them.
She was a Flame Demon, and her body was hotter than normal. All parts of her body were rather lean and toned, too, but it felt extremely good to touch her pussy—it was like the warmest and most homely part of her.
While the rest of her body was rigid and marble-like, her feminine parts were incredibly soft.
Her femininity was even trembling at his touch.
"Urr…." She growled frustratedly at the unfamiliar sensation, but she didn't resist.
Something was coming from inside her…