6 comments/ 54442 views/ 3 favorites The Devil is in the Details By: Zinc03 Through our 15 years of marriage we've explored each other's fantasies and live out most of them. My wife's kinks tend to fall into the BDSM arena, primarily bondage and submission. She is constantly coming up with new scenarios to play out, until tonight her favorite episode involved me "breaking in" to our home in the middle of the night, tying her up and blindfolding her and roughly having my way with her. She insisted on attention to details, I wore a stocking mask, I was never to talk, wear different cologne, and pick up some old clothes from the thrift store. This is our story of the evening she upped the ante. I snuggly tied her hands behind her back with a black silk scarf and stood her in front of the full length mirror to let her soak in her predicament, her rigid nipples thrust out above her shelf bra, thigh highs rose from her stilettos squeezing her toned thighs, her moisture glistened from the nakedness of her most private parts. She looked amazing as her world went dark as I helped her insert the obscured contacts. I've used them many times in my practice to help those with degenerative eye conditions simulate the future effects of their disease and prepare for their inevitable future of blindness while they still have their sight. Once in place objects are visible, but highly blurred, a lack of light increases the condition. I then inserted the silicone ear plugs into each of her ears, she was essentially cut off from the world around her. The silence almost immediately spun my little actress into action, "Please don't do this, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry". I would have called her a lying slut if she could have heard me, she would have liked that, but for now her world of silence was even more powerful. I dragged her by her hair to the car, lifting her to her feet by her golden locks when she inevitably stumbled over the obstacles in her path. The silence as I drove our predetermined route was only broken by her continued pleas intermixed with her recount of her fantasized wayward ways, "You know how I get when I'm drinking, I told him I just wanted a ride home, but when he pulled over and shoved my face into his crotch he was already hard, his cock was so big, so much bigger than yours, I just kind of melted. I wouldn't have cum so many times when he forced himself on me, but his cock just felt so much better. I know I was wrong, but you can't just leave me out there like this, I'll make it up to you, I promise." As I pulled up to the abandoned gas station my cock was stiff from her tale of infidelity and the pornographic view of the helpless blind play toy my wife had willingly become. I shoved her face onto my hard cock, holding her as she gagged as the head slid into her throat. Her saliva coated my balls as I fucked her convulsing face. I neared the edge far to quickly and reluctantly ripped her from my engorged organ. I bundled her hair in my hand and drug her from the safety of our car, she begged for mercy, her words were unimportant. The uneven rocky ground only added to her dependency, walking was nearly impossible without me constantly lifting her by the golden bundle in my hand. Her momentary relief as I untied her hands was short lived, I made sure the knot was slightly more snug as I secured her to the corner post of the porch. Her pleas were continuous now, she was close to tears, even as she neared the intense orgasm only this type of extreme play can bring her. Her fear seemed almost real as I walked to the car, her cries grew louder until she realized they were both pointless and drawing the attention of anyone within ear shot. I looked in all directions before I drove away, the road was dark, no one was around for miles, I was comfortable she'd be safe for a few minutes, unfortunately for her, my blind wife enjoy no such sense of comfort. I drove slightly farther than I had planned to assure my wife could not hear the car which abandoned her pull from the road and turn off the engine. I opened the trunk and donned the clothing I'd stored there earlier, they smelled of moth balls and body odor, she'd like that. I walked briskly in the night air, fearing the time it took to cover the added distance might insight a bit too much panic for her to enjoy. I heard her moans before I rounded the last corner, his grunting echoed through the still night, I momentarily froze as the incredible scene appeared before me as the moon lit station came into view. Even in her sensory deprived state I was sure she knew I was not her attacker. Her orgasms were unending, simply rolling from one crescendo to the next, as he pounded my helpless wife. She cried out as he inflicted one final powerful thrust, he filled her, then he vanished into the darkness. I instantly wished I had run to her, the knight to her rescue rather the voyeur of her abuse. I crept towards her full of uncertainly, I couldn't even let the word for what I'd watched it happen enter my mind, it was too awful, I was ashamed my hard cock only added to my disgrace. I disgusted myself, even still my cock never wavered. She was panicky as she sensed my approach, she called my name in a unique break of character, still I said nothing. I saw the marks on her neck and breast as I kissed them, she calmed slightly as I did, just enough familiarity to ease her panic I assured myself. There were bite marks on her stomach and legs, evidence of the rough treatment she received before I arrived, I methodically kissed each one. Her pussy was swollen and red from the pounding, her thighs were covered in their juices, more continued to flow from inside her. The opportunity to experience my last unfulfilled fantasy was too overpowering, I tasted the fluid on her inner thighs, tentatively at first, inevitably I was drawn to it's intoxicating source. The taboo of what I was doing sent her over the edge, her spasms flooded my mouth with the remains of her violation, I was stunned as my cock began to pulse without contact, I stroked it with my hand only to complete what had begun spontaneously, powerless to stop myself I pumped my seed on the ground as I licked the last droplets of his from my wife's womb. I backed away slowly at first, my eyes fixed on a memory I'll never forget, as she slumped against the pole she to which she was secured, lost in the euphoria which overwhelmed her. My pace quicken as she disappeared from view, soon I was running, when I reached the car my own panic was setting in, I hurriedly change back into my clothes, spun the car 180 degrees, and raced back to find her just as I'd left her. In an instant, I was out of the car and by her side, I rushed to let her know she was safe, her husband had returned. She was strangely calm, her silence was deafening as my pulse pounded in my brain as I untied her hands, she struggled to wrapped her numb arms around my neck as I removed the ear plugs. I gentle eased the contacts from her watering eyes, returning her to our world. As her eyes began focused she looked into mine, "I learned my lesson, I promise, please take me home". I carried her to the car and placed her gently into the passenger seat. She rested her head on my shoulder as I drove us home, I prayed her silence was due to exhaustion rather than remorse. I knew the details of the evening would not be discussed until morning, as was our pattern, the until dawn, the reality of what had happened was my burden to bear alone. She soaked in the hot water as the jets soothed her tattered body. As I dried her soft skin the marks from her assault were still obvious, he'd left more than a soak in the tub could wash away. All I could do is hope everything he left would vanish as easily as the scattered bites and bruises. As we wrapped our naked bodies together she re-initiated our scenario, "Two men took me tonight, the first was an animal, he was rough, and he felt huge, even bigger than the man that cause all this trouble. I felt so helpless, this time I really couldn't stop him, it was the most amazing experience of my life. I've never cum like that before, once I started I literally couldn't stop. At first it was good, then it was incredible, but eventually the pleasure too much, I'd cum too hard for too long, it was unbearable, as the intense pleasure turned into pain. I knew how it would end he laughed at me as I begged for him to cum. Finally he slammed completely into me one final time, I felt him flood me, the pain disappeared. He pulled himself from me, the void left me feeling empty and alone. The second man was so gentle, tender like a woman, nothing like the man who drove me wild. He kissed me so softly, moving down my body, when he reached my thighs I knew he had to realized he wasn't the first, but he continued, he licked me. He could have done anything, he could have fucked me like a man, taken what was obviously left for him, but he chose instead to lick the animal's cum from my dripping pussy. The notion of this feminine man sucking his cum from me drove me wild, I exploded one last time on his face. I felt his convulsion as he came, feebly jerking off in oversized clit his own hand I assumed. I hoped the animal was watching him, gloating from the darkness." I was more than a little surprised of her account of the nights events and yet knowing what she did it made sense in an ironic way. She felt my hardness against her, she touched it gently with her hand, "I'm off limits for now, the animal made sure of that, but I'll take care of you, I owe you that much." Once again, I lasted only a few minutes, hardly measuring up to the bar the animal had set so high. She drained me with ease. She crawled up my body and paused as she looked into my eyes, the actress was gone, my wife had returned. We've never kissed after she's gone down on me, but the love I felt for the woman above me was over whelming, I pulled her face to me and slid my tongue into her mouth. At that moment, I realized why she had paused and what she must have been thinking as she gazed down at me. As she fed my own load into my mouth the intoxication pleasure of my first taste male seed was absent, her kiss became increasingly passionate, eventually I chose to swallow rather than drown. Her face lit up with a smile as she pulled away, "You should have told me you liked that sooner". I forced a slight smile, she laid her head on my chest and quickly drifted to sleep. I glanced at the clock on the night stand 2:08am, four more hours until dawn. I'd watched the darkness fade from the room as the sunlight consumed it. I slipped out of the bed to make breakfast, another of our post scenario traditions, breakfast and the talk. The stress of the moment to come ate at my very soul. I heard the shower and soon after my wife bounced into the kitchen. I poured her coffee as she sat down, "I've got a million questions about last night, so let's get started. Since I was tied up and blind the whole time why don't you tell me what happen, then I'll fill in anything you leave out." My heart sank, I feared nothing would come out as I opened my mouth, unfortunately I wasn't to be so lucky, "I drove you out to the gas station just like we planned, before I pulled down the road I looked everywhere, there was no one in sight, I swear. Everything looked safe, I was only going to be gone for a few minutes. I went a little farther than we planned like an idiot, it was so quiet out there, I was trying to make sure you didn't hear the car pull over, so it took a while for me to get back." "I figured all that, but get to the good stuff." "When I came back, that guy, that animal, was......well, he was raping you. I wanted to just run up there and get him off of you somehow, but I just kind of froze. You were cuming so hard by then; I'd never seen you like that, you were going fucking crazy. Within a couple minutes I saw him shove his whole cock into you real hard, I heard you scream, I knew he was cuming. Then he left and that's when I came up, of course I was your second man." "So let me get this right, you saw that animal raping me and you just sat back and watched? Did your dick get hard while you watched him fuck me?" "Not exactly, I mean kind of, shit, yes it did. I know its really disgusting, but it wasn't that he was doing that to you, it was seeing how much you liked it, you were so fucking hot. You said it was the most amazing experience of your life, trust me, it showed; you've never been anything like that with me. I feel like shit, I didn't sleep at all, I am so sorry, so fucking sorry. I should have done something, hit that big bastard with a 2x4 or something, can you possibly forgive me?" "So you liked watching me get fucked?" "I've never seen anything hotter." "Is that why you ate his cum, because he fucked me so good?" "It just kind of happened, I was so horny, I just started kissing you, you were scared, by the time you calmed down I was on me knees, I kissed your thighs and I tasted it. I've always had a little fantasy about going down on you after I cum, but once I cum it kind of vanishes. Last night after what I saw and once I had a little taste, it was impossible to resist." "So it's easier for you to eat another man's cum than your own?" "I never thought about it like that, but I guess it is." "You did okay with yours last night after we got home." "I did, but it's not like you gave me much of a choice." "So you like eating another man's cum out of me, you'll eat your own if I make you, and if I'm ever getting raped I better hope there is a real man around to help me, that's a lot to learn about my husband in one night don't you think?" "Yes, too much." "Now I'll fill in a few blanks and maybe you'll feel a little better. You know how I am about the details and I wasn't about to the some asshole happen across the find of his lifetime, so I took a little precaution. I'll told you about Jake, the hot bouncer that always lets us in to the club on girl's night out without waiting in that stupid line. He's always flirting with me, so I knew he'd be up to do me a favor. I told him a little about our sex life and everything about our plan for last night, but I only asked him to provide protection for the few minutes it took you to get back to the station, in return he could watch you fuck me. Once you drove away, he came out of the shadows and started touching me, there wasn't much I could do, pretty soon his rough treatment had me in a state where I didn't want to do anything but get his cock inside me. I was more than willing, the only rape going on was in his head, not mine. When you came up I called your name because I thought you'd tried to hit him or something, he'd have beaten you like a rag doll. Once I knew you were okay I calmed down, until you started licking my pussy, I knew it was full of his cum and the thought of him watching you lick it out of me drove me crazy all over again. I swear at that moment, I wanted to grab your hair and fuck your face with his mess. You know pretty much everything else, except he did text me just before breakfast, he's ready for you to eat some more of his cum." The Devil Is In the Details With hands that were trembling with a combination of fear and anticipation, Mikael sealed the door to his father's summoning chamber. Extending his hands towards the locking mechanism, he realized that they were damp with sweat, and he wiped them on the front of his robes hurriedly. This was certainly not the time to allow his nerves to get the better of him. Extending his hands again, he laid them upon the small carved figure of a demon's face that sat where one would normally find a keyhole. Pausing a moment to collect his thoughts, he muttered the correct phrase to seal the chamber. "Signum hoc loco usque ad lucem". With a flash of light, the eyes of the demon began to glow a deep green, and a second flash ran across the curved walls of the summoning chamber. Mikael grinned in elation. The first spell had taken no effort at all, a sealing spell was basic beginners magic after all, but this chamber was keyed to his father and Mikael had been unsure whether his blood relation would allow him access as his research claimed it would. The walls flashed with a slow steady pulse, and would keep doing so, speeding up as dawn approached and the chamber finally unsealed itself. Turning to the table set against the furthest wall of the chamber, Mikael walked over and gazed with awe and no small amount of fear at the large grey tome resting on the wooden table top. A rune emblazoned on the cover showed it to be his father's summoning tome, a collection of every spell he had collected over his four decades as a warlock of considerable power and influence. Mikael swallowed nervously. If his father ever found out that he had even laid a hand on this book, let alone stolen it from his laboratory, there would be literal hell to pay and he would probably not survive it. The bonds of family were all well and good, but no warlock would ever allow an abuse of his power to go unpunished, and Mikael's father was not a merciful man on a good day. Casting his mind back to the previous morning, Mikael remembered his father standing at the door to their home, giving final instructions to his steward before departing on a trip to the Capitol for a week. A tall, ruggedly built man, Vandros had features of which the kindest thing that could be said, was that they were striking. With a mouth that seemed fixed in a permanent sneer, eyes that conveyed disdain at everything around him, and a prominent aquiline nose, Vandros was certainly no Ladies' man. Every time that Mikael looked at his father, he silently thanked Lilith that he had inherited his mother's features. He was also very careful to keep that thought locked very deep down within himself, away from Vandros's piercing eyes. A moment of narcissism had overtaken him at that point, and he had glanced at his own features reflected in the glass of the nearby window. His height was the one characteristic that he had inherited from his father, and he was glad of it. But from his mother, whoever she had been, Mikael had inherited lustrous black hair, green eyes, and features that could have adorned a statue of a god. More than one of the serving girls in the Keep had spent long moments in her bed at night thinking carnal thoughts of the Master's teenage son, while her fingers worked lustfully between her thighs. None would ever have dared attempt to make them a reality however, for fear of calling down the Master's wrath on their head. Mikael's moment of reflection was shattered however, by a familiar voice. "Boy!" Vandros' roar broke his moment of reverie, and he looked down to see his Father looking up the stairs to where Mikael stood. Always one to keep people in their place, Vandros never referred to his son by name. Focusing his attention, lest he receive a reminder to pay heed to his father, Mikael looked down to where he stood. "Í left my notes on the desk of my laboratory and I'm in no mood to tramp up these blasted stairs and fetch them. Get them and get back here quick or I'll tan your hide". A flick of his arm sent the key to his laboratory soaring from Vandros's arm and upward into Mikael's fumbling grasp. It wasn't clumsiness that made his hands unresponsive, but shock. Vandros had never let Mikael into his laboratory alone. Ever. And this was just the moment Mikael had thought would never come. A few weeks ago, Mikael had been unable to sleep, and had been wandering the keep in the early hours of the morning. He had walked with no destination in mind, until he had heard odd sounds coming from his father's wing of the Keep. Low moans, heavy breathing and the sound of something happening wetly were echoing along the stone corridor. Unsure as to what the sounds were, very sure as to what would happen if he were caught snooping, Mikael had inched down the corridor till he found a door that was ajar and spilling light out into the hallway. Staying back far enough that he wouldn't be visible from within, Mikael peered into the room and his breath immediately caught in his throat. Facing away from the doorway, bent over a table with her legs spread wide, and moaning in evident pleasure was the unmistakable form of a Succubus. A few clues made this very evident, such as the small horns that appeared on top of her head, her deep red skin, the lush proportions of her figure, the small red wings that extended from her back, and the barbed tail that grew from just above her perfectly shaped ass. Behind the Succubus stood the naked figure of his father, still fit and vigorous for his age, thrusting his hard cock deeply into the wet and tight folds of her demonic pussy. Ignoring the screams of outrage that his mind was producing at seeing his father naked, Mikael's body had eyes only for the succubus, and his cock sprang to rigid, almost painful hardness inside his robes. He could see the drops of wetness sliding down her inner thighs as Vandros's cock forced deep inside her pussy with an almost obscene sound. The moans of encouragement she was making were obscene in and of themselves, and Mikael's ears reddened as he watched her, the way she moved, the swell of her full breasts as they pressed against the table, the curve of her back as she arched against the cock thrusting into her, and the perfect tight ass that was showing above her full pussy. Mikael couldn't help himself. Seeing a demoness of purest lust was too much for any teenage boy to resist, and his hand stole into his robe to grasp his hard cock. Dimly he was aware that he had never been this erect or aroused in his life, but that was a small thought in this moment. His hand started to fly along his cock, frantically stroking as he watched his father fuck the demoness thoroughly. Long before Vandros finished, Mikael had to bite his lip to the point that he drew blood to stop his cry of orgasm, and he felt the hot splash of his cum on the inside of his robe. The next moment found him frozen, for whether it was because of the scent of fresh blood on his lip, or the smell of his cum, the Succubus turned her head and opened eyes that were black as midnight, and looked right out the doorway to where he stood. Unable to move, waiting for the demoness to alert his father, Mikael remained where he was. However to his amazement, the Succubus remained silent as to his presence, and continued her erotic moaning. Her eyes locked to his, the Succubus started shuddering, and as Vandros gave a hard slap to her tight ass, she gave voice to a hard climax, as her pussy flooded Vandros's cock with cum. As she came, the demoness gave Mikael a lascivious wink that clearly said without words said that the orgasm was a show for his benefit. Closing her eyes, the Succubus resumed her moaning, and Mikael crept away to his chamber, where he would cum a further three times in bed to the memory of that wink. Dawn had brought with it the resolution in Mikael's mind that somehow, he was going to experience the joys of a Succubus for himself. Having decided that, he came face to face with the realization that it was almost certainly an impossible task. Summoning a Succubus required two key elements, the ability to perform magic, which Mikael possessed, and a powerful summoning spell, which he did not. Warlocks do not share power gladly, and Vandros kept his spell tomes locked behind every manner of magical protection known to man. And being paranoid of the mundane as well, he had added a stout oak door to his laboratory. Without a key that was both a match for the lock and spelled to deactivate the defences, there was absolutely no way for Mikael to gain access to the laboratory. Two weeks of fitful sleep, discarded plans and a growing sense of despondency had now landed him up here on the staircase, with the very object of his desire in his hands. Vandros interpreted his elated shock as dull witted incomprehension, and roared up at him again. "My notes you dolt, and hurry up! I don't have time for this." With a start, Mikael ran up the stairs and to his Fathers laboratory'. Fitting the key to the lock with trembling hands and turning it to hear a click of the lock, and a low hum that indicated the shields had been deactivated. Mikael pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Vandros's pouch of notes lay on his desk and Mikael scooped it up as he cast his eyes around there room. There! On the shelf nearest him rested thick tomes of all colours. The colour depicted the type of magic contained within, and he knew from his lessons that summoning magic was depicted by grey. Mikael found the grey tome, and checked the rune on the cover to be safe. 'Vocatio'. This was the tome he wanted. Aware that Vandros had little patience for dawdling, Mikael grabbed the tome, exited the lab and locked the door. The reactivated shields crackled with energy, as he turned and stored the book high on a shelf nearby. Mikael's mind was too consumed with lust to think about how he was going to return the tome to the shielded room, and he all but ran downstairs to return the key to Vandros's open hand, and present the pouch of notes to him. With a grunt that at least displayed no dissatisfaction, Vandros turned and strode to his carriage without any parting words, slammed the door behind him, and set off to the Capitol as the coachman cracked his whip. Mikael stayed rooted to the steps in shock, unable to believe the turn of fate that had come his way. As the slowly rising sun warmed his face, he felt an elation the likes of which he had never known, and an anticipation that promised that the night ahead would be one to remember. That had been this morning, and Mikael shook off the memory as he gazed down on the tome. With growing confidence, aided in no small part by the arrogance of youth, he began to page through the book, searching for the spell he wanted. Almost immediately Mikael found it a touch more complicated than he suspected. The runes in the tome were far more formal and precise that anything he had seen before. That made them harder to read, as opposed to easier, and he paid careful attention to each spell as he turned page after page. After perhaps an hour of searching, during which time he realised that Vandros had access to creatures that made his nightmares look positively adorable, Mikael found the spell he wanted, for summoning a demoness of lust. In this particular regard, Mikael was thankful to have Vandros as his father, for the spell was meticulous, with every ingredient, ritual phrase and safety precaution laid out in easy to follow instructions. With the information in the tome, Mikael could have summoned the demoness anywhere, but the summoning chamber had the added protection of both privacy from the servants, and numerous counterspells inscribed on the walls that would bind the demoness in addition to his summoning circle. The final benefit was that with the room sealed till dawn, no one could break the spell, and the demoness would be his all night long. With a leer that was worthy of a seasoned lecher, he began preparing the necessary reagents. With a hand that trembled in anticipation, Mikael drew the summoning circle on the stone floor, adding in runes of summoning, binding, obedience and protection. Drawn correctly as instructed in the tome, the circle would allow him to sample every delight the demoness had to offer, but wouldn't allow her to drain him of his vital energy to the point of killing him. While it was true that after this, Mikael would probably be too weak to do much of anything except sleep for a day or two, he considered that a small price for a night of ultimate wanton abandonment. Finally the circle was complete, and all that remained was to add the final reagent, and invoke the summoning spell. From the table, Mikael lifted a small bowl containing the reagent needed. The silver bowl contained the semen of a virgin, and he grimaced slightly at the fact that the semen he was using was his own. He didn't even want to contemplate where Vandros obtained the semen he needed for his Succubus summonings. Dripping his semen in the prescribed pattern, Mikael replaced the bowl on the table, and shed his robe to stand naked before the circle. He didn't want to have to waste any time undressing once his demoness arrived. Taking a deep breath and holding the tome open in front of him, he began the spell. "Exsisto Daemonem fornicationis, audite verbum Domini Dei vestri." The unfamiliar words felt heavy on his tongue, and Mikael recognized the tinge of magic that was inherent to the very words themselves. As he spoke the formulae, they became more complicated, and as he chanted, the very lines of the spell in the tome lit up to show they were activating. Elation made Mikael overconfident and he stumbled over a word. Terrified that he might have made a fatal mistake, he glanced at the book, dreading the sight of angry red Text but to his relief saw that all the words were glowing with soft yellow light, indicating that the spell was active and functioning. With a mental prayer of thanks to Lilith, he continued the summoning, till the final words fell from his lips like weights, leaving him gasping from exertion as a dense red mist sprang up from the centre of the summoning circle. As Mikael regained his breath, he saw a figure solidify in the mist, and as it stepped forward to greet him, he got his first glimpse of his summoning. The skin was as red as he remembered from his dreams, the eyes as black as obsidian, no wings were visible but he was sure they were there, and a barbed tail lashed lazily from side to side. He could see smooth muscle, soft skin, a hard co... WHAT THE FUCK?!? Mikael nearly choked as he tried to suck in air and yell at the same time. Standing before him was the perfect figure of a red skinned, tail lashing, unmistakably male demon, nursing a huge cock in one hand while smiling at Mikael's confusion with an air of totally wicked innocence. "Is something wrong Master?" The words were uttered in a sultry voice from between black lips that were smiling in amusement. This was incredibly bad, something had gone horribly wrong somehow. With a shock like cold water down his back, Mikael remembered the word he had stumbled over. Contrary to what he had thought, the spell had been corrupted, and a crucial word mispronounced. However since a spell to summon an Incubus, for that was clearly what was standing before him, was still a viable spell, the book hadn't aborted the summoning. The demon in question was still smiling at Mikael, and waiting in amusement as it clearly saw his predicament written on his face. "You aren't meant to be here!" Mikael blurted out the first thing that came to mind as he stared at the results of his summoning. For all that the gender was completely wrong, he had at least managed to call up a perfect specimen of a demon. The Incubus had a body that was a combination of hard muscle and sleek skin, a little above average height, and even though his eyes hurried past that portion of the demon's anatomy, the cock jutting from his groin was thick and long enough to satisfy anyone's tastes. The Incubus' smile didn't waver. "If I am not meant to be here, then why did you summon me, Master?" The word Master had a distinctly mocking tone, but Mikael didn't have time to take issue with it. "I wasn't trying to summon you! I was after a Succubus and mispelled the summoning. I'm not gay!" He ground out through clenched teeth. The Incubus laughed openly at that and started walking a leisurely circuit of the chamber, trailing his talons along the wall. "What does that have to do with anything?" The demon sounded amused by his response. "Sex, pleasure, eroticism, It's all the same when you get down to the bare skin. What sense is there in limiting yourself to a single gender?." The Incubus gave Mikael a wink as he said this, running his eyes up and down Mikael's body in a way that made him very uncomfortable. This had gone on for long enough. "I don't care what you have to say about anything. You aren't what I wanted and I'm getting rid of you." Turning towards the summoning tome meant that Mikael missed the amusement in the demon's eyes vanishing, and a hard look enter in its place. Reaching his hand out, Mikael's fingers found only empty air where the tome had sat a moment ago, and a bare table top beneath it. Looking around wildly, he spotted the Incubus leaning against the curved wall on the far side of the chamber, with the tome resting in his arms. The amusement was back in his gaze, but with an edge to it that didn't bode well. Mikael's mouth gaped in astonishment. How had that just happened? He had no clue the demon was able to move that fast, and he hadn't felt as much as a breeze. Anger rose up in his chest. The mistake in his summoning was bad enough, but being taunted by the demon was too much. "Give that back." Mikael took a step towards the demon and held out his hand out for the book. He waited for the Incubus to comply with his bidding. "No." Shock must have dulled Mikael's hearing, because he knew there was no way that he had just heard a demon refuse the command of his master. In his most authoritative voice, he spoke again. "Give me that book now!" The demon laughed openly at the anger and confusion suffusing Mikael's face. Mikael couldn't believe that this was happening. There was no way that a demon could be resisting his orders. It was impossible with the spells of obedience binding him. As if he could read the thoughts in Mikael's mind, the demon explained. "The spells you cast for summoning and binding were designed and cast for a Succubus, so they used the feminine form. As an Incubus, they slide right off whenever they try to compel me. And while I can sense that there are spells of obedience woven into the framework of this chamber, this isn't your chamber, is it?" Mikael's stomach plummeted as he heard the words, and as he realized that they were absolutely true. He was standing inside a sealed room with an uncontrollable demon. The first hint of fear crept into his voice as he spoke. "So why did you take the book Demon?" The Incubus narrowed his eyes as he looked across the room. "My name is Cassiel, boy. I suggest you remember it well." The fact that Cassiel had stopped his mocking use of the term Master did not escape Mikael. His fear grew as Cassiel continued to speak. "I took the book for a number of reasons. Firstly, because I do not take well to being summoned 'accidentally', and have no desire to be dismissed like an unwanted dog." Cassiel stepped away from the wall and walked towards the centre of the chamber. "Secondly, because having been summoned, I am in no mood to leave without tasting the delights of your body and energy, for that is my very purpose and nature." The Devil Is In the Details Mikael's fear grew in leaps at that revelation, but he swallowed and tried to remember to breathe as Cassiel laid the tome down on the floor in the geographical centre of the summoning circle. The Incubus continued speaking as he looked up with a wicked grin. "And thirdly, because I have decided that this is too good an opportunity to have some fun for me to pass up. Hell gets very boring at times, and I can't think of a better way to relieve the monotony." The Incubus stood and stepped forward a few steps, facing Mikael. "So here is my game little warlock. You need the dismissal spell in the tome to unsummon me. If you can lay so much as a finger on it, I shall give it up without argument, and you can send me back to where I came from." Mikael waited for the inevitable part of the story that he knew was coming, and which he knew he wouldn't like. "And if I get to you before you reach the tome..." Cassiel continued, looking at Mikael with demonic eyes that were now brimming with wicked lust "You are going to experience what it feels like to be thoroughly fucked by a male." Mikael could barely hear Cassiel's final words through the rush of mingled fear and anger in his chest, and the blood pounding through his temples. "You have three chances little warlock, and every time you lose, the penalty will grow in severity. Shall we play?" Cassiel stepped back and spread his arms and wings in invitation. A clear stretch of floor now separated Mikael, the tome and the Incubus from each other. In that moment, Mikael was keenly aware of his own naked body, the still hard cock below Cassiel's waist, which only served to emphasize his threat, and the memory of how fast the Incubus could move. The game felt very much weighted in the demon's favour, but he knew he still had to try. With a deep breath, Mikael sprang forward towards the tome, only to run straight into a hand that clamped shut like a vice on his throat. A surge of panic ran through him as Cassiel's voice hissed in his ear. "Too slow little warlock. Were you even trying, or are you more eager for the Loser's penalty than you care to admit?" Mikael felt himself being borne backwards as if he weighed nothing at all, till he felt the cold stone of the chamber wall smack against his bare back and ass. His hands clutched at the red skinned forearm before him, nails clawing futilely, as Cassiel held him in place effortlessly. The hand released his throat, only to slide down to his chest, and press him back against the stones like an iron bar. Mikael was unable to move or twist away, and he felt Cassiel gather his hands to his chest, and press them down to effectively restrain him. Cassiel leaned in to whisper in Mikael's ear. "Relax my dear" he purred in a low whisper as he bit Mikael's earlobe gently. "You might even enjoy this." Keeping Mikael held in place, Cassiel sank to his knees, his head level with Mikael's groin, as Mikael tried to think of some way to stop the demon abusing him. He felt the warmth of the demon's breath on his shaft as he drew closer, and then despite himself, gave an involuntary shiver as he felt Cassiel's warm tongue run up the length of his cock. The touch of the demon's tongue sent sparks of electricity running through the length of his cock, a sensation that rather than abating, grew in intensity with every lick that covered his cock in warmth from base to tip. Despite himself, Mikael's shaft started growing traitorously hard, standing up at his groin till it reached its full size, and left Cassiel licking his full eighteen centimetre cock. Cassiel stopped for a moment to look up into Mikael's eyes and grin. "Did you forget that creatures of Lust have aphrodisiac properties to their bodily fluids? Your cock is going to stay hard for hours now, whether you like it or not." With that, Cassiel lowered his mouth to the head of Mikael's cock and blew gently once across his tip, before opening his mouth and sucking Mikael's throbbing length into his mouth. Ecstasy, agony, horror, wonder, all ran through Mikael's mind as sensations slammed into his body. He had never felt anything as incredible as this, as the feel of Cassiel's lips sucking his cock and if anything making him even harder than before. Moans of pleasure mixed with curses of anger and frustration boiled from his lips as he tried to free himself from the dual prisons of Cassiel's hands and his mouth. His struggles seemed to turn Cassiel on and he felt the wondrous sensation of the demon moaning, sending vibrations running up and down his cock. The sensations were too much for a virgin to resist and to his utter horror, Mikael felt his pleasure rise and with a futile cry he felt himself cum and shoot a huge load into Cassiel's waiting mouth. The Incubus kept sucking without pause, draining every drop of cum from his cock as Mikael shot stream after stream of hot semen down his throat. By the time the last drop had spilled, Mikael was shivering and felt tired, as if drained of more than just his sperm. Which was true, as Cassiel had just drained a large amount of sexual energy from him at the same time, taking a portion of his soul through his climax. Mikael hoped to Lilith that the protection spells that stopped the demon draining him entirely were functioning better than the ones for obedience. They were gender neutral and should work no matter what he summoned. Cassiel lifted his head from Mikael's still rigid cock, licking his lips as he looked up and smiled. "Mmmmm that was a delicious offering little warlock. Are you sure you didn't enjoy that?" "Hells no I didn't enjoy it," Mikael fairly spat the words out with suppressed anger. "I didn't have a choice in the matter, and besides I already told you that I don't enjoy it, I'm not gay!" "Have you ever tried it?" Cassiel's voice was low pitched and sounded genuinely curious. The question surprised Mikael and he stammered out a reply. "W..w.what? Nnno I told you, I'm no..." The rest of his answer was lost as Cassiel stood and shifted his iron grip to the back of Mikael's neck, and forced him down to his knees. The demon's huge red cock loomed in his vision as he was drawn closer, and he was dimly aware of hearing Cassiel's amused comment. "How do you know if you've never tried it?" Mikael's cry of refusal was cut short as Cassiel's hard length plunged into his mouth, filling it completely and pushing back towards his throat. In reflex he clutched and clawed at the naked thighs in front of him, forgetting how to breathe and starting to panic. From above him came the sound of Cassiel still speaking, telling him to relax and pay attention before he hurt himself. Mikael remembered how to breathe through his nose as he stopped struggling, and he sucked air in greedily, as he felt a warmth slowly seeping into his mouth from Cassiel's tip. He would have recoiled in disgust if he was able to move, but he rapidly discovered that whatever it was that the demon's cock was spilling into his mouth, it tasted incredible. He gave an involuntary suck as he swallowed the liquid down, and felt warmth bloom inside his body and set his pulse racing for other reasons than fear. Cassiel chuckled in amusement. "My saliva isn't the only aphrodisiac I have at my disposal little one." The demon started thrusting his cock slowly in and out of Mikael's captive mouth, looking down to watch the scarlet flesh disappearing between his lips. "Every fluid my body secretes is designed to increase the lust of the one I feed on, and make their every moment a pleasurable one." Mikael tried to find it in himself to keep struggling, to get rid of the cock invading his mouth, but the more that he tried to resist, the more of Cassiel's delicious pre cum spilled into his mouth, and soon he could do nothing but suck eagerly on the hard cock in front of him. His hands kneaded at the hard thighs they still rested on, and his head bobbed forward to take more into his mouth, till Cassiel was sliding the entirety of his nineteen centimetre demonic cock into Mikael's mouth. In the back of his mind, the part of Mikael still angrily resisting was gibbering in sheer rage and frustration, but all that mattered to the rest of his mind and body was that hard cock and delicious taste. Cassiel moaned in satisfaction at the change in the feel of the lips wrapped around his cock, and soon felt the need to take Mikael's education one step further. Without warning, Cassiel held Mikael's head in place, and Mikael felt the tremor than ran through Cassiel's cock. The mindless pleasure he had felt so far was nothing compared to what happened next, as Cassiel groaned and ejaculated inside Mikael's mouth, pouring hot cum into him. Mikael frantically swallowed mouthful after delicious mouthful of cum, and was aware of wetness on his own thighs and stomach as the taste made his cock erupt again in climax. As Cassiel pumped his final spurt of cum into Mikael's mouth, he released his head, and stepped back to allow Mikael to collapse back onto the floor, his mouth and belly dripping cum as he gasped, started to swallow and then spat instead. Cassiel laughed in delight at the mixture of anger and confusion showing in Mikael's eyes as he tried to cleanse his mouth of the taste of demonic cum, spitting and wiping his mouth against his forearm. The human was proving to be more fun than the Incubus had enjoyed in centuries. Anger took over in Mikael's eyes as he heard the demon laughing at him. Wiping the cum from his belly, he flicked his hand to send it splattering to the stone floor, and stood to face his Incubus. "You Bastard!" The words fairly dripped with rage, and the emotion flooding from Mikael was making Cassiel shiver up and down his spine. The young man was standing with his hands knotted into fists, unconsciously striking an erotic pose as his tense muscles stood out beneath his skin. Cassiel smiled. Oh yes, much more fun than being cooped up in Hell. He stepped away from the centre of the room, leaving clear space between himself, the tome and the angry young warlock. "Round two my dear, and the stakes have gone up. Try put up a bit more of a fight for me. I do so love it when they struggle." Mikael focused his mind on the task at hand, forcing all thoughts of what had just happened out of his mind. Or at least, he tried to. There were a few undeniable facts that couldn't be ignored. Firstly, that he had just had his cock sucked by a male demon and that he had loved the sensations. Secondly, that although Cassiel had forced his cock into his mouth, as soon as he tasted the demon's pre-cum, he had not been able to get enough of it, and that demonic cum was the best thing he had ever tasted. And the most disturbing thing for him was that, true to the demon's word, he was still bearing a huge hard on, even after having already cum twice. This confused him more than anything, because he didn't know whether his cock was reacting to Cassiel's saliva, or whether he had secretly enjoyed being forced. He shook his head to clear that last thought. He had definitely 'not' liked having his dominance taken away from him. Mikael liked to be in control, and he was determined to take it back from the Incubus. But speed and strength were definitely not on his side, the demon was too gifted with both. That only left guile. Without warning Mikael darted to his left, away from Cassiel, angling towards the far side of the tome. As he glimpsed a flash of red from the corner of his eye, he knew that the demon was coming for him, and that he had to make his move now! With a sudden stop and a spin, Mikael changed direction, racing in the opposite direction from the demon. His only chance was to dive behind Cassiel and get his fingertips to the cover of the book. His body crashed to the stone floor, his arm questing wildly for the book, seeking it's cover, but he could feel nothing. Nothing but the stone floor slabs pressing painfully hard against his cock as he lay there, and the warmth of the red skinned thighs straddling his waist as Cassiel sat on him, pinning him down. A low laugh filled his body with dread, as he heard the fateful words that sprang gleefully from the demon's lips. "I win again." Before he could offer any resistance, Mikael felt himself being flipped over onto his back, the cold stone unyielding beneath him, as Cassiel grabbed both his wrists, one in each strong hand, and pinned then to the floor on either side of his head like steel manacles. The Incubus still straddled his waist, and he could feel their throbbing cocks rubbing together, hard flesh and soft skin combined. Cassiel could feel his reaction to the touch, and ground his pelvis against Mikael's to emphasize the sensation. "A much better try little warlock," the demon was almost purring in satisfaction, "but not good enough. Still, you positioned yourself perfectly for what I have planned for you next." Cassiel leaned forward, balancing his weight on Mikael's wrists, and lifting his huge red member away from Mikael's. Any relief the boy might have felt was lost in the sensation that followed, a sense of something warm and smooth twining around his cock, wrapping it up in a warm embrace. Then Mikael remembered the Incubus's prehensile tail, lashing behind him as he had stood in the summoning circle. It was apparently far more flexible than he had thought. An involuntary moan escaped Mikael's lips as the tail gave a gentle squeeze to his cock, before starting to flex and pump up and down his shaft. Cassiel held him firmly in place as his tail expertly took the boy to the brink of climax and held him there on the edge, before letting his level of pleasure die down a little. Then he repeated the process, each time withholding the final moment that would allow Mikael to cum, till the boy was writhing against the hands holding him and moaning out loud with his need for release. Finally, Cassiel started to pump Mikael's cock with intent, and as he started the boy on the path to ejaculation, the demon lowered his ass down till it was hovering just above the head of Mikael's cock. The final pump of the demon's tail around his cock sent Mikael into a tremendous climax, and streams of his hot cum shot from the tip of his cock to cover Cassiel's ring just above it. The Incubus purred as he felt his ass being soaked in jet after jet of cum, and as Mikael lay on the floor gasping from the intensity of his climax, Cassiel used his tail to angle the boy's hard cock up to meet his slippery ring, and lowered himself down slowly, using Mikael's own cum as lubricant, and burying Mikael's hard cock in his tight ass. Mikael's eyes slammed open and he cried out as his back arched beneath him, lifting him partially off the floor, which only served to drive his cock deeper into Cassiel's ass. Cassiel moaned in delight at the feeling of fullness and pressed his weight down, pinning the boy's hips to the floor and grinding down onto him slowly. Mikael could barely think, could barely breathe, he was conscious of nothing but the ecstasy he was feeling at having his cock buried to the hilt in a demon's ass. The tight grip of the demon's ass around his cock felt incredible, and as Cassiel flexed his ass, his inner muscles milked Mikael's cock exquisitely. Sensations he couldn't even name were coursing through him, even more intensely than when he had tasted Cassiel's cum. He bucked his hips without thought, unable to function at anything but a primal level. How and why he was feeling this was irrelevant, he had to have more! Cassiel released Mikael's wrists, bringing his hands up to rest on Mikael's chest, stroking his skin and pinching his nipples lightly with his taloned fingers. The boy was lost in ecstasy and could not have freed himself even if he wanted to. Slowly the demon rode Mikael, enjoying the sensation of a thick cock inside his innermost depths. It had been too long since he had indulged this way. His tail curled down to stroke and tease Mikael's ass, circling and brushing the tight ring. He felt the first warning pulses from deep inside him, and moments later felt the boy's cock erupt inside his ass, shooting what felt like his biggest load yet to fill his inner depths. Mikael screamed his climax to the curved stone walls as he thrashed beneath Cassiel, his hands grabbing the demon's thighs for support as he lost himself in the heavenly tightness of the Incubus's ass. Cassiel smiled but continued to ride the boy's cock, knowing it would stay hard inside him. Mikael moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain as his sensitive cock slid in and out the demon's tight ass, but he could offer no resistance at all. His eyes could barely comprehend what they saw, his cum shining on his shaft as it slid up into Cassiel, and then they saw something else that focused their attention. Cassiel's cock stood up hard and eager from his groin, the tip dripping pre-cum in great amounts. Evidently the demon was taking as much pleasure from this as he was. Mikael reached up a hand, and was rewarded by a gasp as his fingers closed around that hard red cock, and started to pump up and down Cassiel's shaft. Cassiel could feel both their levels of pleasure climbing, and he timed their finish to perfection. Moments before they both came, he looked down to Mikael. "Open your mouth for me little one". The boy didn't hesitate and parted his lips obediently. As Mikael came again in a powerful climax, he felt Cassiel's ass tighten around his cock like a python, and the demon groaned as he orgasmed and shot jet after jet of his cum unerringly into Mikael's waiting mouth. As Mikael lay on the stone floor, shivering in the orgasm that swallowing Cassiel's cum gave him, the Incubus leaned forward and felt Mikael's cock slide slowly out of his ass, rigid and coated with a slick layer of his own cum. The demon stood, feeling a warm trickle of cum leaking from his well fucked ass, and he smiled as he parted his legs and ran his finger through it. He could barely wait for round three. Mikael's senses slowly came back under his control, as he lay on the cold stone floor. His body was less obedient, and shivers of pleasure were still running along his nerves as he struggled upright. A brief surge of dizziness overtook him and he staggered momentarily. His muscles felt weak and he realised that Cassiel had just drained another portion of his energy, a part of his very soul away. His heart sank as low as he felt his chances now were of avoiding the demon's final penalty. He had only grown weaker while his essence had strengthened Cassiel. That thought brought back his anger in a flood. The demon was toying with him, and doing so in the exact way he knew would humiliate Mikael most. The boy looked down to his still erect cock, and even as he remembered the way it had been buried to the hilt in Cassiel's ass, his shaft gave a small jump as if in sympathy with his thoughts. Yes it had felt incredible, but dammit that wasn't what he wanted. He felt a growl of frustration pass his lips. Tonight was meant to have been a night of his shaft being buried in sweet demonic pussy till dawn, not in a male's mouth and ass. And if Cassiel was going to up the penalty yet again, Mikael knew what was at stake this time. Cassiel stood in the centre of the room watching him, with a knowing smile on his lips, and his fingers stroking in small circles around the tip of his hard cock. His tail was lashing contentedly behind him, and Mikael reminded himself not to underestimate that appendage again. The demon's lips parted and his voice had a strange edge to it, a sense of eagerness restrained. "This is your last chance little warlock. You know what is at stake this time. I've taken two of your virginities tonight already, and I won't stop till I've taken the third. So either you give it everything you have and banish me, or..." The Devil Is In the Details the demon's voice was razor edged with lust now "I am going to pin you down and fuck that tight virgin ass of yours with every inch of my cock till you're begging for more!" Mikael swallowed audibly. The threat was out in the open now. He could feel his ass clenching in fear at the thought of what those nineteen centimetres of hard red flesh would do to him. What was he going to do? Strength and speed had not worked, and guile had failed him. He couldn't flee, so he had to find some new way to attack. Mikael's mind raced, and then he found his answer. Subterfuge, lies and trickery were all part of a warlock's daily life, so why not employ those same skills here? Mikael straightened up and relaxed his body into the appearance of dejection and surrender. He could see a small frown crinkle the skin on Cassiel's forehead as he regarded this behaviour, the exact opposite of what he had been expecting. "You're right demon, I know you won't stop till you have gotten what you want, and I don't see any way I can beat you. So I might as well make this as painless as possible." The boy grimaced in resignation and took two steps towards the table set up against the wall, still covered in books and reagents. Gesturing with his hand, he indicated the table and spoke again "Shall we use the table then or would you prefer the floor?" Out of the corner of his eye, Mikael could see that Cassiel had taken a few steps towards the table, perplexed at the sudden change in Mikael's behaviour. Those steps had taken him away from the tome and the centre of the room. It was the greatest amount of distance he had managed to get between the Incubus and the tome. "I'd rather not have to have it hurt..." Without finishing his sentence, Mikael turned and flung himself desperately towards the book, muscles straining to their limits and his blood pounding so loudly in his ears that he was unable to hear anything else. The tome loomed in his vision, beneath his outstretch hand, so close, he was so close! And then time seemed to slow, and like the slow tolling of a church bell, like the inevitable doom of an avalanche rushing down a mountainside towards a stranded man, he saw a red hand enter his vision, moving faster than Mikael imagined anything in the natural world could, and grasp his wrist in a grip of iron, only millimetres from the cover of the book. His scream of rage and frustration echoed off the curved walls of the chamber, as Cassiel hauled him effortlessly to his feet, twisting his arm around behind his back to immobilize the boy, and he heard a triumphant voice that practically dripped lust speak into his ear. "Oh my dear boy, that is the closest anyone has ever come to beating me at my own game. I almost fell for it, and as a reward for being so clever, I am going to make sure you remember this forever." With his arm locked behind his back, Mikael couldn't resist as Cassiel took them back over to the table, and with a sweep of his wing, sent the items resting on the table flying onto the floor. The demon smiled and explained. "You may have just been suggesting the table as part of your ruse little warlock, but I think I will take you up on that idea." The Incubus pressed down on his captive arm, and the small shock of pain in his shoulder convinced Mikael that resistance was only going to end up hurting himself. He swallowed and bent at the waist, feeling the smooth wood touch his skin, beneath his cheek, along his chest and ending just in line with his hips. This left his feet planted on the floor, and his hard cock in the space between his legs and the tabletop. Cassiel took hold of Mikael's other arm and twisted it behind his back, locking the two in the small of his back, in a grip that came to within a hairs breadth of being painful. He was now pinned and helpless on the table, and at Cassiel's mercy, though he doubted the Incubus would show any. Cassiel smiled at the sight of Mikael's naked body lying so deliciously over the table. The fear in the boy's eyes was intoxicating, and was making it very hard for the demon to not lose control and take him savagely. He reached out with one clawed foot and nudged Mikael's legs further apart, exposing the tight ring of the boy's virgin ass, the swollen sac of his testicles, and if he turned his head slightly, the base of his throbbing cock. His attention was focused however, on the pulsing ring that was clenched as tightly as a drum. Cassiel knew that, to get every ounce of pleasure from him, he would need to go slowly with the boy, as pain or fear would make penetration far more difficult. The demon glanced over to the items he had knocked to the ground, and spotted exactly what he needed. With a flick of his tail, Cassiel ensnared a bottle of scentless oil, and brought it up to rest above the split of Mikael's ass. Tilting the bottle, he watched as amber coloured oil dripped down onto the boy's skin, eliciting a shiver that ran up Mikael's spine. Cassiel watched as the oil ran slowly down between Mikael's cheeks, and as the oil flowed over his ring, Cassiel brought his free hand over to start teasing and swirling his fingertips through the oil, and over Mikael's ring. Cassiel felt the boy's entire body tense as he touched him, at the feel of fingers teasing and probing his ass. Cassiel didn't stop, but kept touching and caressing him, every now and again dipping the tip of one finger into the centre of the boy's tight hole. He could feel that, despite his fear, the boy was starting to relax as nothing worse than stroking materialised. When Cassiel felt his ring unclench slightly, he started to dip his finger just a little bit deeper into Mikael's ass, working so slowly that the boy didn't even realise anything had changed till Cassiel was working his finger halfway to the second joint into Mikael's ass. He tightened slightly at that, but Cassiel kept up his slow, relentless intrusion and before long, he was sliding his entire finger in and out of Mikael's ass. Cassiel added a second red finger slowly to the invasion, stretching Mikael's ass with a gasp escaping the boy. With the same care he had displayed with inserting the first finger, Cassiel was soon pumping two fingers fully into Mikael's tight ass, and the boy was clenching around the invading red fingers involuntarily. Cassiel didn't stop there however, as his cock was far more substantial than two fingers, and soon three fingers were tightly packed together as they stretched and finger fucked Mikael to the sound of pleasurable gasps escaping him despite himself. Cassiel withdrew his fingers slowly from Mikael's ass, noting in satisfaction that it looked far more ready for his cock than before. His tail brought the oil around again, and Cassiel poured a palmful into his hand, and proceeded to spread the amber liquid over his entire cock, bringing a sheen to every hard centimetre. He stepped up behind Mikael, between his legs, and saw that the boy's ass was at the perfect height for what he had in mind. Leaning forward, Cassiel spoke. "Listen to me very carefully little warlock. Nothing you can do will stop me now. This is going to happen, and you have only one choice in the matter. You can resist me, in which case this will be far more pleasurable for me than it will be for you, or..." Cassiel's voice dropped to a lower, more sultry tone. "You can promise me that if I release your hands, you will obey me and place them flat on the table and keep them there. If you do that, I will be free to use my hands, and can make this far more pleasurable for you. So, do I have your promise my dear?" Swallowing his fear, pride and anger, and from a place of sheer desperation, Mikael could only nod and thickly mutter. "Yes, I promise." Cassiel smiled in approval and released Mikael's hands. The boy gasped in relief as the blood flowed back into his arms, and brought them back around his body. He froze in place as Cassiel reminded him of the deal. "Hands flat on the table and do not lift them under any circumstances little warlock." Mikael placed his hands flat on the smooth warm surface of the table, closed his eyes, and awaited his fate. Cassiel placed one red hand on top of Mikael's ass to keep the boy still, as the other grasped his eager cock firmly. The demon couldn't remember the last time he had been so aroused or desperate to fuck someone. His hand trembled slightly as he brought his oiled tip up to Mikael's ass and nestled it in the tight embrace of his ring. He could feel the boy tense as he became aware of the intruder waiting to penetrate his innermost depths, but Cassiel would not be denied now. "Relax and breathe boy, and this will go much better for you." He felt Mikael shudder and a small amount of tension leave him as he consciously relaxed his muscles. That was all the invitation Cassiel needed. Gripping the boy's hips in both taloned hands, he began to press forward gently, and felt the tip of his cock begin its penetration of Mikael's virgin ass. Mikael groaned as he felt Cassiel start to force his cock into his ass, and even after having three fingers working to stretch him out, he could still feel that the demon's cock was huge! The sensation of being stretched grew as he felt his ring expand to take in the huge head of Cassiel's cock, and he whimpered a little at the occasional flash of pain. His nails dug into the wood of the table, leaving small scratch marks as he endured more and more hard flesh pushing into him. There was no respite, no stopping, and he knew that Cassiel would give no quarter until he had buried every inch of his cock in Mikael. Then with no warning, the head of Cassiel's cock pushed through inside him, and his ass clamped down around the red oiled shaft, as it kept sliding further in. Cassiel gripped the boy's hips tighter, using them as leverage to drive himself deeper into what had to be the tightest ass he had ever fucked, male or female. A groan of pleasure escaped the demon's lips and mingled with a low moan of pain from Mikael's. Mikael could feel the head brushing past every ridge and muscle inside his depths, past his inner sphincter, till he felt like the demon was touching his very centre. Soon Cassiel was buried to the hilt in the boy's ass, his full testicles brushing against Mikael's taint, and he stopped for a moment to savour the sensations. Cassiel looked down at the boy writhing slightly in discomfort as he lay impaled on demonic cock, and brought his tail around underneath Mikael's body. The searching appendage found Mikael's cock and wrapped around it again, tightening gently before it began to pump up and down his cock again. In no time as all Mikael's moans were equal parts pain and pleasure as the sensations caused by the tail caused his ass to tighten around the huge cock still filling him up. Cassiel held himself back as long as he was able to, but soon the tight ass clenching around his cock was too much to resist. He pulled back a fraction, letting some of his shaft slip out of Mikael's ass before pushing himself back inside. Mikael grunted at the impact of Cassiel's thighs against his ass, but that grunt became a moan as the combination of having his cock stroked and his ass fucked proved to be very intense. His moans increased in time with Cassiel's thrusts, and as he felt the warmth of liquid spill inside his ass, Mikael realised that the Incubus's pre-cum was affecting him even when absorbed anally. Cassiel could tell when the boy's resistance faltered, and became eagerness. He could feel the change from Mikael's ass resisting the penetration of his cock, to pushing back onto it to make penetration easier. Soon the pair were moving in unison, and Mikael's fingernails were clawing furrows into the wood of the table as he gasped and moaned at being impaled on Cassiel's pounding cock. The demon was fucking him with abandon now, his talons scratching the skin where he gripped Mikael's hips firmly and pulled him back onto every thrust. Mikael cried out as the demon's tail brought him to a huge climax, and he spilled his cum onto the floor and the tail that continued to pump his cock relentlessly. Feeling the boy's ass tighten around his cock in orgasm sent Cassiel over the edge, and he gave a low roar as his orgasm crashed over him, and he shot streams of cum into Mikael's ass. The feeling of the demon's cum filling his ass sent Mikael into yet another climax, and for a while the two males fed off each other's orgasms, till their bodies were streaming with sweat and dripping cum, and Cassiel could sense that the boy didn't have much left in him. They were approaching the critical point, at which Cassiel either had to stop or he would suck out the last drop of energy and leave Mikael a lifeless husk. However, the demon had a third option up his metaphorical sleeve. Without stopping his relentless fucking of Mikael's ass, Cassiel released the boy's hips and moved his taloned hands up over his sweat slicked back muscles. With the tip of his talon, Cassiel began to carve runes lightly into Mikael's skin, drawing just enough blood to leave the marking clearly visible. Mikael was too lost in ecstasy to be able to feel the marks being placed there, his world extended no further than the tail pumping his shaft, and the cock fucking his ass. Nothing else existed or mattered. The demon covered Mikael's entire back in demonic runes, laying them down in the pattern of a spell. Then, once the pattern was complete, the demon returned his hands to Mikael's hips and gripped them tightly. His tail released the boy's cock, and flicked out to behind his body. His wings unfurled fully behind him, and Cassiel began to fuck Mikael with greater intensity than before. Mikael moaned and writhed, slamming his ass back onto Cassiel's cock as it thrust into him, as the pair raced towards an unstoppable climax. As they reached that high and came together, cocks shooting jet after jet of cum, the runes on Mikael's back flared with an ugly purple light as the spell activated, and they sank down beneath his skin leaving it whole and unmarked. Cassiel collapsed on top of the boy, shuddering with the power of the climax and the effort needed to have cast his spell. Demonic magic didn't come easily to Incubi, and this had taken all his skill to achieve. Slowly he braced himself on either side of Mikael's body and pushed up to stand again. The movement elicited a moan from the boy as it pushed his cock into his ass slightly, but the demon slowly slid out of the tight embrace of his ass regretfully. Mikael didn't move, or couldn't, and just lay there half resting on the table top. When he was able to speak again, Mikael called over to the Incubus as he sat resting against the far wall of the chamber. The flashing of the green light on the walls indicated that it was only an hour or two till dawn. "Wha, I mean..." Mikael swallowed to try work some moisture into his mouth "What did you do to me? I can feel something is different." Cassiel gave a low chuckle. "It's called no longer being a virgin little warlock." Mikael's eyes lit up with a last vestige of anger, all the emotion he could muster up. "Not that you demon bastard. I can feel a trace of magic on me. WHAT DID YOU DO?" The effort of the yell was enough to unbalance Mikael and he fell to the floor, wincing as his ass hit the unyielding stone. Cassiel stood and walked over to crouch in front of Mikael, looking into his eyes as he spoke. "I made a few decisions my dear boy. Firstly I decided not to suck out your soul tonight, even though your protective spells wouldn't have stopped me. Secondly, you are far too incredible a fuck for me to let you slip away from me. And thirdly, I decided to give you a taste of your own medicine." Mikael's eyes grew wider at each utterance, and he could barely force out the question. "What do you mean?" Cassiel gave an evil laugh and licked his lips. "I have laid a compulsion on you my dear. Every night, whether you want to or not, whether you try to fight it or not, you are going to come here. You will come here to this room, take off your clothes, and summon me. The compulsion allows you to do so without needing a tome or reagents. And when you have summoned me, my little warlock, I am going to fuck you in every way you can imagine, and a few that you cant." Mikael was shaking his head by now, eyes filled with dread and disbelief. As red mist started to billow up from the floor, surrounding the crouching demon, Cassiel blew him an kiss, and as he faded from sight, leaving Mikael alone with his fate, his last words echoed in the silent chamber. "See you soon lover." Epilogue As dusk approached, and the shadows lengthened in the gardens outside the Keep, solitary footsteps were all that marked Mikael's unwilling progress. Fighting every step, trying everything he could think of, resisting with every fibre in his being, but all to no avail. All day long the boy had tried frantically to find some information that could save him. He had ransacked every spell book in the Keep, and had come up empty handed. Now the sun was setting, and the compulsion had him firmly in it's grip. His treacherous feet followed the path it set him on, taking him into the summoning chamber, and his shaking hands sealed himself inside, to await another night of his fate at the hands of his demon lover.