Readers may be wondering just what it was that I was referring to when I wrote about my “demon.” While many might be quick to turn to the concept of metaphor for this description, the truth is far more literal. You see, I was once on track to become a wizard, and that was thanks to a book I had discovered under the homeland of the Dragon’s Heir kobold tribe. Through a series of adventures, I came to learn that the book was more of a burden than a prize, for there were plenty of dark forces seeking the book for their own gain. One of them was the Dark Mistress Estrasa, who sought to control the Wildlands with her magical power. The other, I would not meet until after I had forsaken the book to end Estrasa’s quest.  This curse did not manifest itself right away, however. My companions and I had enjoyed a series of festivities after our conquest of the Tower of Darkness. There was much partying, plenty of food and drink, copious amounts of sex. By the end of the festivities, I had collapsed into a deep sleep, well rewarded, but short-lived.
Thanks to the diurnal nature of many of my companions, the time that I slept was dark and quiet, with only a few on the watch for any stragglers among the servants of the Dark Sorceress or any opportunistic bandits seeking to pilfer our coffers while we were sick with excess. But there was something in the quiet and the dark--something that didn’t feel right—something that felt as if it shouldn’t BE.
I noticed it first from the corner of my eye, but when I tried to turn to look upon it, I found myself unable to do so. My breath was not the only breath, and sound and sight not the only indication that some wrongness approached me.
The stench that clawed its way from the earth reminded my senses of the kobold eggs shattered by careless adventurers, left forgotten by matrons who died to protect the young. The breath that came close was ragged and diseased like the tribe fellows succumbing to the ravages of dark and forgotten passages. The closer both got, the more a terrible chill overtook my form. First at my toes, and then up along my legs, my stomach, my neck.
I couldn’t open my mouth. I couldn’t move at all. All I could do was watch as the darkness deeper than my kobold eyes could pierce loomed over my form.
It looked over me for what must have been hours. I heard the footsteps of the guard switching out to another. They may have passed me, but they did not see. Neither could I call out to ask for help. All I could do was watch helplessly as the sentry passed the dark form with nothing more than a slight shiver.
From the mass, a dark claw reached out, something bearing the chitinous plating of the giant monsters of my homeland, but with a distinctly humanoid shape. Three claws scratched down along my cheek scales as volcanic breath threatened to cook my snout.
I tried to fight. I tried to escape, but I could not move. I am not a kobold of faith, but I had no other choice at that moment but to cry out to any god that would hear me. The voice that responded came from the darkness itself. An impish giggle, layered in three distinct voices: A malicious child playing a harmful prank, a dark and deep bellow from the pits of fear itself, and the sultry coo of a seductress, offering comfort and pleasure. It was then that I recognized the voice, and knew who my tormentor was, for the tale had been told to me by one of my companions
During one of my quests, I had become separated.
From that hand, the formless darkness converged into an ashen, fleshy arm, its twin appearing on the other side. Soon, all was made clear to me. Sitting on my lap was a humanoid figure, nude, save for patches of hardened stone-like shell on various parts of its body. Its hair was long, wild, and crimson with two large obsidian horns sticking out from its forehead. Its eyes were black voids with points of violet staring down at me with a hungry, fully sharp-toothed grin looking down upon me.
Its chest was small, nearly flat, yet its form offered a slight amount of fat folds as it leaned over me, its bare waist and loins reveal its androgen form. Its legs were covered in the same chitinous plating as its hands, ending in cloven. Its spaded tail curled around its waist, looping under itself like a belt.
That monstrous voice spoke once again within my mind, its triune call both the alluring comfort of a friend and the taunt of an enemy. “Where is my book, little lizard?”
I couldn’t respond, not physically, but as I thought back on how I split the book into four elemental spirits so that the Dark Sorceress wouldn’t have them, the smile on the demon disappeared, replaced by a scowl from the very depths of nightmares.
“Gone? The great tome spread across the winds? How dare you! You were gifted the greatest treasure this world has to offer, and you gave it up so easily? You call yourself an eroarcanist!?”
Now that the creature had been certain and its intentions made more clear, I fought through my fear and attempted communication, thinking in more direct thoughts instead of in my memories. “I would not let it fall to the wrong hands, but I have remembered what is important from its pages.”
The beast snorted, leaning back as it sat atop me. “That,” it began, “we shall see. I shall drain your essence now and be done with you. But, if you are a skilled eromancer, then you should have no trouble in surviving this challenge.”
Eromancy: it is the application of sexual magic, and it is the field I had devoted myself for the better part of a year of my life. Once I had left the tower, I thought I would be done with it and move on to other studies, but it seemed that I needed its help at least one last time…

I grabbed the asexual flesh of this sexual demon, my claws gripping tight. It hissed, closing its eyes, its body practically quivering. But as it voiced its pleasure, I could feel a chill run down along my body. The excitement I usually felt when in the throes of passion with a lover left with it, giving the actions I took a cold and lifeless recreation.
The demon rolled its tongue out and leaned forward, saliva dripping down from the long and pointed muscle. I snapped at it, wrapping my own tongue around the flesh and tasting the otherworldly secretions, which recalled for me a decadent feast laced with the sweetest drinks and the most savory of meats.
The demon groaned, its hands moving up along my underbelly, scratching up along my form as we locked our mouths in this sexual combat. Every caress, every rub was mirrored onto me. I opened my eyes and saw the demon looking back with a half-lidded violet gaze. I pulled myself away, but the demon held me down by my arms, forcing them up over my head. Since it was much taller than me, there was nothing else I could do against its power.
“Little kobold, this is a disappointing display,” the demon cooed in in its multiple voices. “Did you really think you could satiate the Insatiable? I have inhabited the dreams of many much more lusty than you. Even the so-called Dark Queen, before she had received the full control of her magic, was unable to satisfy my cravings.” The creature continues, lifting its hand, three fingers together in a pyramid point. It rolls its long tongue out, lathering up the glistening saliva over the ribbed digits. It then wastes no time pressing that triple penetrator between my legs and into my sex.
I gasped, shuddering at the thickness, rigidity, and size.
“You had yourself a magical recovery after your adventure, didn’t you? Your body is pure and virginal again. Maybe, if you had more experience underneath of you, you wouldn’t be such a wonderful-”
The demon was thrown off of me as strong arms clad in long sleeves wrapped around my form. A warm body, chiseled by muscle and tempered by the scars of the evil sorceress, pulls me in close up against itself. The voice that whispered into my ear made me both comforted, yet fearful.
The demon snickered as it lay there. I was lifted up by the strength of my companion, Tybalt. The paladin was dressed down in nothing but his sleeves and stockings. Even the loincloth, the barrier between his sacred phallus and the evils it smote, was nowhere to be seen.
The demon stood with hands upon its hips. Its barren, formless groin showed off its lack of genitalia as it stood defiantly in front of me.
“Tik Tik,” Tybalt whispered gently. “You’re sleeping, but I fear you are afflicted with a demonic presence. I will attempt to exorcize this evil. Please, remain calm.”
His fingers tickled over my underbelly, and I wish so much that I was comforted by his touch. Unfortunately, I cried out as I felt the burning of his holy fingers.
The demon stepped forward, squeezing my cheeks with its rocky fingers. “We’re already so entwined. You’ve signed a pact with me. You’re stuck.”
“I’m… I’m not stuck,” I panted as Tybalt’s fingers stroke down along my body in ritual healing, fingers finding their way between my legs.
“Yes, you are,” the demon said, pulling its lips up towards my mouth. The now cold breath sent a shudder through my body. Tybalt’s fingers slid inside of me, sending shocks of sensation through my whole form. The demon takes the advantage to slide its lips up against my mouth, its long tongue slithering down my throat. “The moment we locked lips… the moment you accepted the pleasure I offered you… that is when we were entwined.”
I could not help myself but moan then. Though this thing was taking from me my pleasure, it also was heightening it. With its fingers and Tybalt’s both within me and my mouth filled with that wriggling muscle, I was truly unable to control myself, and I could only take the pleasures from both of them.
Tybalt grunted, his grip weakening, and I fell, landing right in the arms of the demon.
It chuckled, it’s dark laugh filled with lust and malice. “If you want me to stop, you’ll need to find the missing pages. You need to let me have what is rightfully mine, you…”
The demon screamed, dropping me to the ground. I don’t know if I was conscious enough to know I was the one doing it, but I sat upon my hands and knees, lifting my hips upward. From this position, I was in the perfect spot to take Tybalt, and he obliged me.
I had never felt the power of Tybalt’s holy phallus before. He had told me it was only to drive out the demons and to smite evil. I didn’t feel anything past that first thrust. Instead, I saw the demon standing before me, writhing, its eyes rolling back and screaming with the intensity of the diabolic pit It gripped the ground, rocking its body as it felt him, just as I felt him.
With each gasp the demon produced, flakes of its form peeled off and floated into the sky like burning ash. It stared down at me, lust, elation, and terror all mixing in its eyes. And for a sad, strange moment, I felt pity for the creature.
Its leg stretched out, a sharp-pointed toe revealing itself from the cracking hooves. It gestures towards me as the demon desperately reached out.I could not avoid the contact as sharp toenail scratched at my snout. In an instant, the demon disappeared, yet I could feel it still.
And it was in that moment that my body accepted the demon, becoming its host. Now, I am cursed to house this being, and it speaks to me, even now.
Come on, Tik Tik. Don’t be so over dramatic. Being possessed ain’t half bad. What sucks is getting the best fuck of my life, only to have to latch onto you to survive. Shit, wish there were guys like Tybs down below. I wouldn’t leave home!
Yes, well, Tybalt does seem to have that effect on people. Regardless, I travel to Anteronia to be rid of you, once and for all.
Yeah, well, there’s no getting rid of Ole Zelb, that’s for sure. I’m going to stick around and enjoy feeding off the delicious, delicious sex you have. So, go to Anteronia. You’re just going to make me a happy house guest.
Curse it all. It is getting worse. Even my hand is controlled by the demon. If I don’t find the Demonologist soon, who knows what trouble it’ll get me into?”
Plenty. Now put that pen down, the bar boy is waking up.