6 comments/ 68073 views/ 67 favorites Heart of a Demon Ch. 01 By: TwistedPassion Disclaimer: This work of erotic fiction depicts consensual sex acts involving witchcraft, demons, and light sadomasochism. If such things make you uncomfortable, I would advise you not to continue reading. This story is not intended as relationship advice. Do not act out anything you read here unless you and your partner are both comfortable doing so and you know it is safe. * Lara was lonely, bored and horny—a dangerous combination for a young, beautiful sorceress. After several unsuccessful nights of trying to meet men who were neither sleazy drunks nor boring dolts Lara decided to forego the local bar for a different approach. She lazily ran a finger over the titles on her bookshelf of witchcraft tomes. "Levitation, Potions...ah, The Conjurer's Guide to Demons." Lara plucked out the aforementioned book and settled into her easy chair. Flicking her long, raven hair out of the way, Lara turned to the letter 'i'. Incubus. She began reading: 'An incubus is a male demon that gains its power from having sex with humans (usually women though there have been known homosexual and bisexual incubi.) The female equivalent is called a succubus. An incubus cannot actually rape a person; he must use his wicked charms to seduce the victim into submitting willingly' Lara paused to examine the picture. The only thing that distinguished the incubus' looks from a normal man's (aside from his inhuman beauty) was a pair of crimson horns peaking through his tousled black hair. Even from the small drawing, Lara could read the dangerous glint in his eyes and his irresistibly sadistic grin. Lara let her eyes wander down his perfectly muscled body and breathed a silent 'thank you' to whichever illustrator had decided to paint the demon without any clothes on. She gazed dreamily at the being's long, thick cock. "I'll bet that would hurt..." Lara smiled. She liked it when it hurt. The sorceress stifled an urge to cream herself right there, 'Wow... if a little drawing can make me this horny, imagine what the real one could do to me!' She kept reading: 'There are three types of incubi that vary according to their seductive powers. Incubus necarus is the most dangerous kind. During sex, this incubus drains the victim's life force entirely. Very few humans have survived such an encounter.' Lara shuddered and not in a good way, "Well that's certainly a cold shower." She wanted nothing to do with anything that would actually kill her. 'Incubus minorus is relatively benign. The effects on the victim are temporary and include exhaustion and an increased sex drive. These incubi generally mate once or twice with a single human before moving on to the next.' This reminded Lara of the 'love 'em and leave 'em' types that would try (and fail) to talk her into one night stands. Lara laughed to herself, "Heh, so I want an evil sex demon who'll still be there to hold me in the morning—I must be out of my head!" 'An incubus captorus may only mate with a single human, but once he does so, the victim is permanently held under his power. The incubus then takes his prey into his lair to spend eternity as a captive sex slave.' Lara's submissive side found the idea incredibly hot. Of course, she could never actually summon such a thing... could she? No, definitely not; that would have to remain a fantasy. A very hot fantasy. Lara touched herself until she fell asleep in the chair—and dreamt of incubi ravishing her helpless but all too willing body. However, by the next day, she had completely forgotten about sex demons and the like. She had a job to do. She met up with her work partner and best friend, Mellia, and scanned the job postings to see what horrific monstrosity the two powerful witches would save the town from today. "Rats?!" Lara pouted. "Yep, apparently farmer Luke is having a little rodent problem lately." Mellia sighed absently. "Please tell me they at least breathe a little fire or something." "It doesn't say, so I'm guessing they don't." With that, the pair mounted their broomsticks and flew over to the infested farmland. "So, where are the rats nesting?" Lara tried to hide the boredom from her voice; she was a professional after all. "In the henhouse. They're stealing all my chicken feed!" the farmer answered. "We're on it," Mellie responded with only slightly less hidden boredom than her partner. As soon as they stepped into the henhouse a large black-furred rat scampered across the floor. Mellia held up her palms and shouted a spell, "Stabitis!" The rat, along with all of the chickens, froze to the spot. Lara picked up a wooden pail, "Here, we can collect them in this, and than unfreeze them in the woods." They were searching behind nest boxes and under floorboards for frozen rodents, when Mel heard Lara sigh. "What's with you, Lara? You haven't been yourself lately. And don't say it's just the boring missions we've been having. I know you better than that." "Yeah, you're right. I've just been so... restless for the past while. I'm not sure why," Lara told her friend. "Hmm, maybe you're just in a rut. You'll feel better soon." "I sure hope so," Lara sighed, unfreezing the chickens as she bagged the last rat. But weeks passed and Lara didn't feel any better. She wondered if this small town life of magical odd jobs just wasn't right for her. Yet, she couldn't think of anywhere else she wanted to be. Except... a dark corner of her subconscious recalled the readings of a certain lust demon. At first, she pushed the idea aside but over the next few days those thoughts became more persistent. Maybe she really would be happier as an incubus's sex-pet. Eventually, she decided to go for it. She would summon an incubus, if only just to talk with him. She waited until Saturday night both because she wanted to give herself time to change her mind and because (as usual) she had no plans that weekend. Just in case Lara actually went through with it she wrote a letter to Mellia so that her friend wouldn't worry. Too embarrassed to say where she was really going, Lara wrote that she was chosen for an important, long-term mission out of town; she had to leave by morning so she couldn't tell her friend in person. Lara sighed. She hated to just disappear on Mellia. Their friendship was the only thing in this dreary little farm town that brought Lara any joy. But lately, she started to think that wasn't enough. By the night's end, she would have to make a decision. Leaving the letter on her nightstand Lara retrieved her demon guidebook and shoved her doubts aside. After leafing through an inordinate amount of pages warning against the dangers of demon calling, Lara finally found the summoning spell. She followed the instructions to the letter, making a chalk circle on the floor lined with six black roses, six lit candles, and six cupid feathers, all evenly spaced. She cast a quick safety spell on the candles so they couldn't burn down the hut if they fell over. Finally, Lara placed the 'offering'—her naked body—in the center and slipped her hands between her legs. The book told her to touch herself but not to reach the point of orgasm, a difficult feat considering the wicked fantasies that played about her mind. As she circled that her little pink nub, Lara imagined an irresistibly cruel sex demon violating her flesh with his claws. She rubbed herself torturously slowly, straining against that blissful release. Excitement and need built within her like an inferno but still she resisted. Eventually, even beneath the fog of agonizing self denial, Lara wondered where her incubus was. Her desire, over time, gave way to boredom and disappointment and, though her finger continued to twitch within her folds, Lara began to dose. That night, Lara rolled over in bed, to look at the clock. Midnight exactly—the witching hour. The funny thing was Lara had no memory of going to bed last night. The last thing she remembered was... "Hush now; don't be frightened," a shadowy figure loomed over her bed caressing her naked thigh. "Did you... carry me here?" she stammered. "Forgive me for being so forward, but such a beautiful creature as yourself shouldn't be sleeping on the cold, hard floor." Lara blushed, "You really think I'm beautiful?" "Why of course," the demon's smooth, melodic voice made Lara want to melt. He ever so gently ran his clawed fingertips down her body, "that smooth, silky hair; those tender breasts, the gentle curve of your hips," he paused for effect as he traced his fingers over her labia, "the delicate pink folds of your womanhood..." It took a tremendous force of will for the young witch to pull away long enough to cast a truth spell, "veritas dices!" She flicked on the lamp, once again resisting the urge to swoon when she saw the demon's nude, perfect features. His cock was at least as large as depicted in the guidebook—only his was erect. Perfectly toned muscles rippled over his body. They made him look strong but it was his eyes that made him look powerful. Beneath his pointed horns and tousled black hair, those deep, dark eyes sparked with a hint of red hellfire. Lara wanted those eyes to burn into her soul forever; she stopped herself. "Look, I may be a nympho but I'm not stupid. If I'm going to spend eternity with someone, I'd better know what I'm getting into. And that truth spell should take care of any demonic trickery." The woman's judgment and strong spirit impressed the incubus, though he never had any intention of deceiving her. "You're a clever one, aren't you?" he grinned and purred in her ear, "I like that." Lara shuddered slightly but regained her composure. "What's your name?" she asked. "My name is Lord Devicarth but you, my dear, may call me Master." "You're not my master yet, Devicarth." "Fair enough, kitten, but I can see the lust in your eyes." She blushed slightly and looked away. Once she had forced the redness from her cheeks, she turned back toward him, "Is there any risk of me getting pregnant? Because I am NOT going to spend eternity tending your demon-spawned rug-rats." This time he laughed outright, "Pregnant? Goodness no! Incubi and succubae are born fully formed from the infernal flame. The very idea of a sex demon born as an innocent child—I thought you had done your research." "I did," she defended herself, "It's not my fault this outdated textbook doesn't mention it." "Now it's only fair that you answer my questions too," the demon asserted, "Why have you summoned me here?" Her lips curled in a mischievous grin, "Isn't it obvious?" "Not entirely. You could've just as easily called an angel. Instead you chose a demon. I figure that makes you either a fool..." he glided to her side and grasped her firmly in his lean, muscular arms "...or a masochist." Ever so slowly, Devicarth sank his claws into her shoulder and raked down her back. The woman leaned backward into his touch, allowing the blades to sink even deeper into her soft flesh. With a pleased chuckle, he slid his tongue suggestively over his finger, tasting her sweet, crimson blood. Lara's resolve began to falter, "But if I...if I let you...won't you take me to hell?" "Technically yes, but a little pain-slut like you might as well call it heaven," he caressed her cheek, smearing Lara's face with her own blood. She closed her eyes and began to swoon. She was hoping he'd say something like that. Yet still, she wavered with indecision. "My dear, you'll have the pain you so clearly crave, but I promise you: you'll never again know suffering." At that moment, staring into the dark depths of his demon's eyes, Lara saw something. Affection? "I...surrender," she whispered. "What was that?" "Please! Take me! I want to be your little slave for all eternity." The demon swooped upon her, "You're so lovely when you beg," he licked his lips, "I'm going to enjoy this." She barely had time to switch off the light before Devicarth threw her into the bed pinning her arms with his forceful clawed hands. Shock and desire made Lara squirm in his grasp. The incubus chuckled, "Yes, struggle for me! Feel how helpless you are." She obeyed. She writhed and twisted in his crushing grip, though escape was the last thing she wanted. The incubus stilled her struggles with a passionate kiss. Then, Devicarth grabbed her wrists in a single hand, leaving the other free to torment his blissful prey. With a single claw, he traced little circles around one of her nipples, pressing firmly to cause just the right amount of pain. The little pink nub perked up as if begging to be sucked and licked and Devicarth released her arms in order to oblige. Lara let out a little moan as the demon swirled his talented tongue over her hard, sensitive nipple. Meanwhile his hand playfully tweaked the other one, lest it feel neglected. Then, without warning, Devicarth flipped Lara onto her stomach. She gave a startled whimper but soon calmed as he rubbed his powerful hands over her back. When the demon reached the perky round muscles of her behind, he cooed, "Ooh, your ass is so pretty and firm...You were made to be spanked." She couldn't see his face from that position but, from the tone of his voice, she knew he was wearing a wicked grin. With lightning's swiftness, he had Lara over his knee before she knew what hit her. With a loud 'thwap!', he inflicted his stinging wrath on her poor, helpless body. He slapped her over and over until she lost count, dazed in a trance-like limbo between pain and desire. "Yes, take it!" he shouted as he beat her, "That's what you get for summoning a demon, you filthy little whore!" He paused only to probe a finger rudely into her depths. Smiling at the glistening wetness, he growled, "My, you are a little pain-slut, aren't you?" When she didn't say anything, Devicarth yanked Lara by her hair, forcing her to look upward into those deep, powerful eyes. "Answer me!" he demanded, "Tell me what you are or I'll stop spanking you." "It's true," she yelled as she found her voice again, "I'm a naughty little pain-slut who needs to beaten and fucked hard! Please! Hurt me!" With a cruel chuckle he replied, "Whatever you like, my dear," and continued his thrashing. Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Her sore little ass took on a lovely rosy glow. Her soul melted under his firm hand. Again he flipped her on her back, sinking a finger into the dripping folds of her sopping cunt. The finger wriggled inside her and slowly massaged the slippery walls. Lara mewed and purred like a good little pussy cat. Soon she was bucking against his hand desperate for him to touch that little pleasure button. "What's a matter?" he teased, "Oh, do you want this?" As he continued rubbing with his index finger, the demon allowed his thumb to ever-so-lightly brush her clit. Lara nodded frantically, "Please..." He allowed his thumb to keep circling and sliding over that special spot, this time more firmly. He brought her to the very edge of orgasm... and then stopped. The look on her face was priceless as he again and again took her toward that apex of pleasure only to deny her. "Please..." she whimpered breathlessly, "Lord Devicarth... make me cum." He cupped her chin with his free hand, "You make such a lovely tease toy. So hungry, so desperate for my touch." Devicarth punctuated the remark with another stroke to her clit. "Oh please! I need it; you have me so horny for you!" she begged. "Well..." Lara pleaded with her eyes. "No." "What!?" the poor woman yelped in frustration. "Silence, whore!" he slapped her across the cheek, "I'll make you cum when I take you, and not before." She could do nothing but resign herself to the slow torture. No matter how she writhed and squirmed, he showed no mercy. She thought she would die from frustration by the time he removed his hand. "Now, my dear," the incubus paused to lick her love nectar from his claws, "I will enslave you for eternity." He positioned his cock at her entrance, pinning her shoulders by his demonic strength. He sank into her slowly, so she could feel every millimeter as it parted her folds. For a moment he just held her there, impaled on a cock so long and thick that it stretched her even when he was still. "Ooh, you're so tight," he purred, "Do you like the way my cock feels inside you?" "Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me like the demon you are!" Devicarth grinned at her exclamation of raw lust and began to pump. And he wasn't gentle. The size of his dick and the force of his pounding drew the sexiest pain from her body. All the while, his cock slid back and forth over her slick clit. Forward and back, in and out. His otherworldly dark eyes fixed on her soft, beautiful features. It wasn't long before they had both reached the edge of overwhelming pleasure. He came first soaking her insides with his unholy seed. The feeling was so sexy that she was sent reeling into an orgasm of her own. At that moment, she knew she was his. The pleasure was unimaginable, an intensity Lara never thought her body was capable of. It wracked her body and branded her soul. Every second felt like a blissful, earth shattering eternity. Meanwhile, the incubus fed on the energy she so willingly gave. He used his powers to make sure the crushing orgasm held her for minutes on end until he had wrung every drop of pleasure from her sexy little body. When she finally came down, the exhausted woman collapsed into a heap at her new master's side. "Oh, wow..." she gasped, "that was...amazing." He smirked proudly, "You should've seen the look on your face. I can't wait to do that again." Even through the haze of weariness, a spark of lust shuddered within her as she imagined her new future with this man. And there was another feeling; something beyond her normal post orgasmic coziness. It was impossible. She barely knew him—and he was a demon! And yet... "I...I love you," she whispered. With no hesitation Devicarth responded, "I love you, too," and caressed her soft, black hair. "Can you possibly mean that? Can a demon love?" "You cast a truth spell on me, remember? (And you're going pay for that when I get you home.)" he added mischievously. "But, seriously, I'm not just any incubus; I'm your soul mate. I knew it before you ever summoned me...and so did you." Upon reflection, it was obvious. Masochist or not, Lara wouldn't just give herself to some demon. She had always wanted love. She had always wanted HIM. "Come on baby, let's go home," Devicarth smiled warmly as he cradled her in his arms. "Wait," remembering the letter to Mellia, Lara cast the spell to mail it, "Te mitte." All the doubts had left her mind now. She knew she would be happy with Devicarth and their new life of adventure and wild sex. The incubus conjured a portal of black fire. "Are you ready?" he asked. She smiled, "Yes, Master." To be continued... Heart of a Demon Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This work of erotic fiction depicts consensual sex acts involving witchcraft, demons, bondage, and sadomasochism. If such things make you uncomfortable, I would advise you not to continue reading. This story is not intended as relationship advice and the sex acts within are not guaranteed to be safe. Do not act out anything you read here unless you and your partner are both comfortable doing so, and you have done all necessary research to ensure your safety. * With Lara in his arms, Devicarth crossed the threshold between worlds. The portal's onyx flames lapped at their bodies but there was no pain. Once on the other side, Lara blinked at the scene. Four white orbs lit the cavern in an eerily beautiful glow. Ornate carvings of dragons and hellcats kept the stone walls from looking spare and, at the back wall, there was a large bed draped with a lush crimson quilt. "Demons have bedrooms?" Lara wondered. "Some incubi do, but they aren't often used for sleeping," her lover chuckled. For now, however, Lara was far too exhausted for sex and Devicarth knew it. He laid her gently on the bed and wrapped her lovingly with the soft blanket. Although they were in hell, the temperature was no warmer than normal. So she snuggled in. "Master..." she yawned weakly, "I'm so tired..." "I know, little pet. I took a lot of energy from you; most humans pass out completely when they're drained for the first time. It will get easier as you become immortal." The mattress and pillow were made from a black material Lara couldn't identify. Both firm and soft, it molded perfectly to her curves. With a wave of his hand, the incubus turned off the magical lanterns. Lara slept blissfully and, though he didn't need sleep himself, Devicarth spent the night resting by her side. Hours later, Devicarth noticed her eyelids starting to flutter and her body beginning to stir. She was waking up. With cat-like delicacy, Devicarth crawled to the foot of the bed and positioned his mouth at her resting pussy. He dragged his slippery tongue slowly up her slit. Grinning mischievously, he slid over her clit and noticed her breathing change. He licked her up and down and down and up, occasionally pausing to dip his tongue inside her. Lara moaned. "Ah, so my little slave is awake, I see," Devicarth remarked in a rich lust filled voice. Lara opened her mouth to answer, but her words turned into a gasp as he caught her little clit between his lips. He simultaneously sucked and licked, swirling a wet tongue over her pleasure button while she moaned uncontrollably. The demon brought her to an amazing climax that left the poor woman gasping for breath. This time, however, he didn't drain her. Devicarth wanted her awake so he could have some fun with her. "Wow...," Lara gasped, "What a wake up call!" "Oh, I have far more in store for you, my dear," he lit the magical light orbs and glided toward the room's entrance way. Lara sat up, "Where are you going?" "I'm just going to get a few things...None of your concern, really. Just lie back and rest." Taking the hint, Lara waited. The incubus soon returned carrying a leather sack and a black, ruby-studded goblet. "I brought you some water. Can't have you losing all your fluids, after all," he slid a finger through her still-dripping slit to make his point. He handed Lara the cup and added, "This unholy water will taste bitter but it won't harm you since you're such a naughty little sinner." She coughed a little as she took the first sip, "Ugh, this IS bitter!" But Lara was thirsty so she quickly downed the demonic liquid. "Don't worry; my influence will slowly turn you into a changeling. Once you're part demon, unholy water will be as sweet as honey to you." "Thank you, Master." "That's a good girl. I have a present for you," he picked up the bag and removed a strip of dragon leather, its black scales glimmering various colors as it caught the dim lighting. In the center was ruby that shone in a deep, blood red. "A collar for my beautiful pet." Lara's eyes went wide, "For me?" "Why, of course, my love." He fastened the clasp behind her neck while she held her hair out of the way. "Now, everyone will know you're mine." "Thank you, Master. It's beautiful." "I knew it would look beautiful on you. Now, lie down so I can show you my 'toys'." No sooner had she obeyed than Devicarth flicked his hand toward the bed. Five silky black tendrils stretched forth from the mattress to ensnare her arms, legs and torso. Pillowy tentacles pulled her wrists and ankles toward the four corners of the bed, forcing Lara into a spread-eagle position. The thickest squeezed around her stomach to further limit her ability to squirm. Despite softness of the material, Lara found herself completely unable to struggle. The demon sauntered around the bed to admire his work, "Poor helpless woman- all tied up and at the mercy of a demon," he caressed her raven hair, "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you...much." Lara smirked, "I see my truth spell has finally worn off." "Yes," he painfully yanked the lock of hair in his hand, "and now you're going to pay for that trick." "Do your worst!" she grinned. "Oh, you're going to regret that," he growled, although they both knew she wouldn't. The demon reached into the bag and slid out a riding crop made from dragon scale. Caressing her helpless body, he drew the weapon over her curves and up the side of her throat. She let out a soft mew as he traced over her jaw line. "That's right; my little slut is just aching for a beating, isn't she?" "Ooh, yes, Master." "That's right. I'm going to beat you...and you're going to like it." "Will it hurt bad?" Lara pouted with false innocence. "Excruciatingly." He raised the crop above his high above his head to ensure his slave enjoyed the full effect of this merciless demon towering above her. Then, he struck her ribs with a brutal smack that echoed through the caverns. She arched toward him, her body begging to be whipped and marked. In quick succession, the demon thrashed her never letting her recover between blows. He whipped so swiftly and erratically that Lara never knew where the next smack would land. Within minutes her entire body burned with stinging red lines. As Lara caught her breath, only one word escaped her pleading lips, "More..." "Whatever you say, sweetie," he climbed up onto the bed and pinned her arms before commanding the mattress tentacles to recede back into the bed. "You are a horny little pain-slut, aren't you?" "Ohh, yes, Master." "Yes, Master, what?" "I'm a horny little pain-slut!" "Good girl," Devicarth yanked her upright by her collar kissed her deeply. Breaking the kiss, he grinned playfully, "Fight me!" Lara just looked at him quizzically. "It's more fun when I conquer you," he explained in a low growl. Smiling in agreement, Lara pushed the incubus off of her lap and bolted for the doorway. But the much faster demon was on her in a second. He grabbed her around the waist in one of his strong arms and with the other forced her wrists behind her back. Lara struggled and squirmed, not to escape but to revel in the firm strength forcing her into submission. "You're mine, slut. Surrender to your master!" "Make me!" He chuckled, "Oh, rest assured, I will make you. I'm going to bend you to my will. Struggling will only make it more painful for you..." Of course this 'threat' only spurred her to resist more vigorously. Still, Devicarth managed to wrestle her onto the bed. He pinned her face down with her wrists still trapped in his clawed hand. "I tried to be nice," he sighed, "But you force me to use violence." He drew a pair of fur-lined handcuffs and a long, red and brown whip from the bag, which lay conveniently within his reach. Roughly fastening one cuff, he threaded the other end through a stone loop formed from the tail of a dragon carving above the bed. Then, he forced her other wrist into the open cuff, effectively binding her to the wall. She squirmed and tried to kick him but Devicarth put an end to that. He directed a single tendril to emerge from the mattress and pull her legs straight behind her. She was trapped. ...And she loved it. Devicarth became deceptively gentle, tracing the whip over her vulnerable, exposed flesh. The whip emitted a strange warmth as it contacted her back. It felt good but at the same time, unnatural...demonic. "This is my favorite whip. It's made from hell hound leather; you know how hell hounds get their fire, right?" Indeed she did. As a witch, her job was to deal with any infernal creatures that manage to reach the surface world. A hell hound's pelt—even a dead hell hound's pelt—released heat in proportion to the speed at which it moved. So if he cracked that whip at top speed... Lara shuddered at the thought. And Devicarth noticed. "Aw, is my little pet scared...or was that a shiver of desire?" He punctuated his words by snapping the whip in the air. Startled, the young Lara jumped—to the extent it was possible given her position. "Well, slut? Do you want it or don't you?" "What do you think, demon-boy?" she quipped boldly. "I think I'd better beat some respect into you." With that, he brought the whip down hard between her shoulder blades sending a bolt of searing agony through her tender muscle. Though the whip wasn't hot enough to injure the helpless captive, the combination of heat and impact set her soul on fire. He lashed mercilessly over every inch exposed skin; her arms, back, her firm buttocks and muscular legs all tasted the whip's fiery kiss. Her back reddened to match the front of her soft, ravaged body. The incubus set aside his instrument of torture to lie by her side. Ever so gently, he traced the pointed tips of his claws over a tender welt that had formed beside her spine. She let out a soft purr and nuzzled her head against his neck. "You're mine." "I'm yours," she repeated dreamily. "That's right," he continued to caress her aching body, "Mine to love and cherish ...and mine to torment for as long as you are willing." "I'm more than willing." He smiled, "Don't worry. I'm nowhere near done with you." He snapped his fingers and, simultaneously, the cuffs unlocked and the tentacles slithered back into the bed. Lara tried to crawl up onto her hands and knees but the demon pounced like hungry panther, pinning her to the bed. "You're my whore now. Don't even think about getting up before I'm finished with my fun." Before she could even say 'yes Master', he forced her over onto her back and had the cursed mattress bind her. He drew a single finger up her pink snatch which was held open, exposed for his pleasure, and Lara's breath caught in her throat. She was wet, ready and totally his. So the demon reared up and plunged his cock into her, making her gasp with delight. He pounded into her soft folds until she ached...or at least she would have ached if she weren't drowning with overwhelming pleasure. Her limbs strained involuntarily at the bonds while her lover thrust, hammered, and ravished her female form. Finally, the demon grasped behind her rib cage, pulling himself deeper inside her. As his cum spurted into her womb, he raked his claws down her back in the intensity of his pleasure. "Cum for me, slave! Do it now!" he roared. And her screams echoed through the caverns. A wonderfully devastating orgasm raptured her being. The inhuman ecstasy was nearly more than she could endure. Nearly... His incubus magic held her in this writhing, shrieking heaven for an impossibly long time while he milked the pleasure from her soul. Finally, once the demon had taken all she could give, Lara crumpled into his arms. The tentacles released her depleted form and sank back into the bed unseen. Devicarth became gentle, placing a tender kiss on her lips. "So...wonderful," she whispered breathlessly. "Hush, my precious one, you need rest now," Devicarth cradled her softly, "Here, let me heal your bruises." "No...no, I think I'd like to wear your mark a little longer. At least while I sleep." He smiled, "Whatever makes you happy, my masochist angel." As Lara dozed off, she caressed her demon's hair, fingering the little red horns that poked out from the top. And so she became a damned soul: doomed to spend all eternity sharing inhuman pleasures with the man of her dreams. To be continued... Heart of a Demon Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This work of erotic fiction depicts consensual sex acts involving witchcraft, demons, plant sex, and sadomasochism. If such things make you uncomfortable, I would advise you not to continue reading. This story is not intended as relationship advice and the sex acts within are not guaranteed to be safe. Do not act out anything you read here unless you and your partner are both comfortable doing so, and you have done all necessary research to ensure your safety. * After two hours, Lara awoke with her arms curled around her lover. The demon looked almost innocent with his eyes closed and that peaceful smile across his lips. Of course she knew that demons didn't actually sleep. "Don't you get bored lying there for such a long time?" Lara questioned groggily. "Not when I'm holding you, kitten." "Aw," she kissed his cheek, "that's so sweet—corny, but sweet." "No, seriously: it's the nature of my species. We like to stay near our mates after feeding." Her stomach gurgled, "Speaking of 'feeding', do you have any human food around here?" "I'm sure we can find you something," Devicarth smiled warmly. As Lara climbed out of bed, her aching body reminded her of the passion they had shared a few hours earlier. However, as she moved, the pain started to become more annoying than erotic. Devicarth noticed the stiffness in her gait, "Here, let me make you more comfortable." His hand began to glow an eerie red color as he placed it over her heart. Under the soothing ripple of healing magic, the bruises melted from Lara's cream colored skin. "There you go," he grinned, "Now it will be all the easier when I want to mark you again later." Now that she could walk comfortably, Devicarth led her through the winding caverns of his domain. Lara marveled at the beautifully carved walls while she followed her lover. Suddenly, a feline growl echoed through the passage. Lara turned just in time to see a crimson wildcat bounding toward them from a side tunnel. From her studies, she instantly recognized the panther-like creature as a hellcat. "Hostis tibi noceo!" Lara screamed, a bolt of white hot energy crackling from her palms. "Lara, stop!" Devicarth grabbed her arm and made the beam miss its mark. "Sorry, I should have warned you. This hellcat is my pet. Bastet, say hello to Lara." The amber eyed feline slinked over to Lara, and purred as she stroked its soft fur. "She's beautiful," Lara marveled, able to get a good look now that she wasn't afraid of being mauled. "I found Bastet while I was hunting one time. I could sense that she was like me: a demon with a soul. I couldn't kill her so I decided to keep and tame her," the incubus explained. "You were hunting? What for?" Lara wondered. "Well, without a pretty human girl like you to drain, I had to get energy from eating the meat of infernal beasts. Plus," he leered sensually, "Where do you think I get the leather for whips and riding crops." A flutter of lust rose through Lara, but her response was preempted by a growl from her stomach. Sympathetic to her hunger, Devicarth gestured to the feline, "I know a lovely place for picnic if you're up for a ride." "You can ride a hellcat?" "Sure, she's well trained. Bastet, fetch your saddle." With an obedient 'maow', Bastet padded backing to her lair, her arrow shaped tail flicking behind her. The fiery feline soon emerged with a saddle in her jaws. Noticing that it was large enough to seat two people, Lara remarked, "I see you were prepared for me." "I am an incubus, my dear," he cupped her pointed chin affectionately; "I've been searching for my mate for quite a while." With the joy of finally having found his soul mate, the demon seized her in his arms and kissed her so passionately that she almost felt dizzy. Once Lara had finished swooning, Devicarth attached the saddle and mounted the horse-sized feline. "Gee Devi," Lara snickered, "you really ARE good at riding pussies." "Cheeky little thing. Are you looking to get spanked?" "Yes, please!" Lara beamed a wide grin. He smiled knowingly, "Just get on the hellcat." "Yes, Master." She perched herself on the back end of the saddle. It was soft, cushioned to protect their naked bodies. Just then Lara realized, "Are we going outside naked!?" "A little shy, are we now?" he teased, "Don't worry; there's no one around for miles. No other demon would dare stray into my territory." Consoled, Lara allowed Devicarth to drive them out of the winding cavern. She gasped in awe at the view outside. She read about the lower planes in books so Lara did have some idea of what hell would be like. However, she never expected the scene to have such beauty in its alien-ness. The sky, containing no sun, glowed equally in all directions with pale, swirling shades of green, blue, and purple. Exotic infernal plants grew everywhere with twisted spires and thorny vines, unhindered by the seemingly infertile bluish ash that covered the ground in place of soil. There was even the occasional flower, tinted blood red or deep violet. "Wow," Lara gasped, "It's beautiful." "Welcome home, baby," he smiled as he continued to guide the feline. At one point, they crossed a plain with few trees and Lara could see spurts of lava at the horizon. "Is that the famous lake of fire?" she asked. "Yes, I'll take you there sometime; when you're strong enough to withstand the flames." They strolled for a long while before arriving at cozy nook, forested on three sides. As Devicarth motioned for her to dismount, Lara noticed the babbling sound of a nearby stream behind the trees. But when she squeezed through the clearing to get a drink, she saw that the fluid was a rich crimson and smelled of copper. She turned to Devicarth who had followed her, "I've heard that hell ran with rivers of blood, but I always thought it was a rumor." "Well, it's not really blood," he explained, "The water is just filled with an algae species that uses iron carrying proteins. It's an important nutrition source for demons. Though...," he added with a grin, "The blood of a young woman is so much sweeter." With one swift motion he pulled her toward him, seized her neck in his mouth and pierced her, vampire-style. She closed her eyes and purred at the feel of his tongue on her bleeding neck. "Mmm...bite me." It left her dazed when he pulled away, more from his intoxicating touch than the minor blood-loss; she barely remembered to cast a healing spell on the wound. It was only when her stomach growled that she snapped out of it. "You said there was some fruit I could eat around here?" "Yes," Devicarth led her back to the clearing. Bastet had wandered off to chase some imps but the pair was glad for the privacy. The incubus pointed out a tree with ripe, black fruits weighing down the branches. Tentatively, Lara bit into one. Though the infernal juices burned her mouth a bit, the flavor was sweet giving an effect similar to spicy cinnamon candy. She gulped down quite a few before noticing that her master hadn't eaten. "Aren't you hungry?" "I've already had my breakfast, remember...." He slipped a finger into her folds, and licked off the lingering juices. She giggled, "Stop it; you'll make me choke!" "Come to think of it, I could use little dessert—of the cream filled variety." He lunged at her but the pretty girl just managed to wriggle from his hands. Struggling to her feet, she scampered off into an open clearing. Devicarth paused to admire the nude, frolicking beauty before chasing after her. With his supernatural speed, the demon darted in front of her in the blink of an eye. He held up a hand with a wicked smirk. Tiny flickers of lightning crackled between his clawed finger tips. "Now then, a good slave never tries to escape her captor. You don't want to be punished, do you?" She grinned a defiant smile that said 'Hell yes!' and darted off in a different direction. Of course, he captured her effortlessly and held her in his firm grasp. "What a bad, naughty slave you are. I'm going to enjoy making you suffer." With deceptive gentleness, he caressed her neck up and down. Then, giving no warning, he shot a bolt of electricity through his hand, ripping delighted shrieks from the little masochist. She struggled helplessly as the cruel demon shocked her back, her legs, her succulent breast...Zap! Zap! ZAP! "Aah! Yes! Torture MEEEE-AAH!" The shocks seemed to travel straight to her pussy to trigger the most wonderful pain-induced orgasms. "That's right, slave, feel it! Your body belongs to me!" He drank in her pleasure-pain as if it were milk and honey. The incubus didn't stop until she was gasping for air. Allowing Lara to catch her breath, he paused, "Have you learned your lesson now, my little pain toy?" "No." her eyes sparkled wickedly. "Well, in that case..." he pressed his hands into her chest and stomach, pinning her to the ground. Though ever cautious not to approach his lover's limits, he sent an even stronger bolt arcing through her willing body. "OH, YES!!" she wailed as she arched upward into her master's electrified claws. An unbelievable orgasm tore through her body and the electrifying sensations mingled in her soul. She was held on the peak of ecstasy for several seconds before she collapsed, drained. Devicarth stopped the current, but still held her pinned. She knew what he wanted to hear. "Okay. ...You win," she panted, "I'll be a good girl." "Yes, I know you will," the demon's voice mingled mock superiority with sincere tenderness. For a few minutes, he cradled Lara, feeding her fruit until she regained some strength. "Did you enjoy your punishment?" he asked, stroking the sand out of her hair. "Yes, very much," she sighed contentedly, "You were amazing." "You weren't bad yourself. Although...," he pondered, "I don't think you've quite made up for being such a naughty girl." Her ears pricked, "What did you have in mind, Master?" "I want you to pick me some flowers." "Flowers?" "You dare question your demon overlord?" he arched an eyebrow. Lara thought of defying him—and taking more 'punishment'—but he seemed genuinely to want her to pick flowers. "No, my lord, you will have as many flowers as you desire." "That's what I thought." Stretching to her feet, Lara sauntered over to the only flower patch nearby. She tugged on a lovely deep purple one, but it simply wouldn't come loose. In confusion, she glanced at Devicarth whose grin was positively wicked. "Why are you smi- oof!" as she tried to step forward, her foot caught on a vine. She tried to shake it loose but she quickly realized, not only was the tendril stuck but it was moving! The nearby tree swiftly coiled its vines up each leg and around her body. She could scarcely try to untangle herself before the plant encircled her arms, binding them behind her. She was trapped. Lara felt utterly helpless as the demonic plant lifted her a foot off the ground. Devicarth strutted over and chuckled. She glared at him with mock anger, "You evil bastard." "Aw, you're too kind, but complements won't save you now, sweetie," he taunted, stroking her cheek, "You see, incubi aren't the only things that feed from the lust of pretty girls. This delightful plant lures women with its flowers, and then when they're nicely trapped...well, you'll find out soon enough" Lara squirmed against the soft but unyielding cocoon. "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you. The eros tree has quite a talent for making its prey cooperate." As she struggled, she felt a slippery fluid against her skin. Lara realized that it was, not sweat, but a soothing balm made by the plant. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he absently rubbed some between his fingers, "but this sap is more than a moisturizer; to women it's also a powerful-" "Oh!" Lara interrupted as a surge of lust flooded her brain. "-aphrodisiac." Any remaining exhaustion evaporated from her body; she needed to be fucked, now! As though it understood, a thick, winding tendril slithered up her leg to probe her moistening twat. Lara used the little mobility she had left to part her thighs in surrender. The vine surged deep into her core...and then stopped. Futilely trying to wriggle the vine to her clit, the captive woman turned wide, longing eyes at her master. "Why did it stop?" she whimpered. "Now, now, we can't let the plant life have all the fun, can we? I stunned that silly tree so that I could enjoy you first. Besides," he sneered, "you're so cute when you're in torment." Yanking her collar, he angled her horizontally, her mouth just level with his now-erect rod. As she was moved, the thick stalk in her womb shifted tantalizingly only to keep her wanting. All she could do was take the stiff phallus into her mouth. Lara swirled and lapped her tongue as if her life depended on it. The cruel demon could feel her pleading desperation in every lick. And it felt good. Soon, he bucked, ramming his entire length down Lara's throat. Her head and body were so thoroughly ensnared by the grasping plant that she had no room to resist. Gagged on his massive demon's tool, the captive cum-slut could barely endure. Yet the incubus ravaged her mouth only to leave her other hole aching in unbearable lust. Finally, he gushed his creamy nectar down her throat. Lara eagerly swallowed every drop and lapped at his rod for more. "Mmm, that's it. My slave is a thirsty little cocksucker isn't she?" "Oh yes, Master. I'm a dirty little whore who just loves to drink up all of your cum!" "Filthy slut," he scolded, "you deserve to be used by this plant." Devicarth finally reversed the spell that kept the vine from abusing her cream-soaked hole. Rearing up on its roots, the plant lifted Lara to the sky, all the while coiling ever more of its verdant tentacles over her body. Thick vines squeezed around her breasts; thinner ones threaded around her now erect nipples. Even her toes and fingertips became entangled in wet, wormy tendrils. Every inch of skin was massaged by writhing vines and dripping with their slimy love drug. The vine inside her slipped deeper through her swollen lips. It squirmed against her walls and slithered wildly against her dripping pink flesh. Stretching and tugging at her womb, the plant made her squeal with delicious, unnatural sensations. And, if that wasn't enough, a wire-thin tendril wrapped itself slowly around her little clit. While the larger vine continued to fuck her cunt, the small one rubbed and squeezed her pink bud until she howled, "Yes!! Give it to me! Fuck me...fuck me, you big, green dildo!" Lara's shriek gave the eros tree a perfect opportunity to jam a vine straight down her throat. The plant's ooze tasted sweet and vaguely fruity on her tongue but she didn't have much opportunity to savor it. Soon, yet another vine began to probe her asshole, moistening it in order to- "Umph!" she groaned through the tentacle in her mouth as a third invader surged up her behind. As the tentacles outside her body continued to writhe and squeeze, the plant fucked her ravenously in every hole. It pounded so deep she could almost swear they met somewhere in her stomach. All the while, that little tendril kept torturing her clit. It repeatedly pulled back, unwinding like thread on a spool only to coil around her pink nub once more. In between, it would sometimes become a little green whip and snap at her most tender bud. Or it would squeeze her clit in an unbearable milking motion. The sensations combined to drive her thoroughly insane. Every nerve in her body—inside and out, erogenous and not—was rubbed to ecstasy by this cruel and wonderful plant. It was as though her whole body erupted in white-hot orgasm. The stalk in her pussy lapped at her walls and drank up her cum as fast as she could produce it. Just when she thought there was no more left in her body, the plant seemed to have an orgasm of its own! Each vine ejaculated buckets of its aphrodisiac lubricant, flooding her insides and drenching her skin. She wasn't sure whether it was because of the chemical or just idea of being soaked with filthy plant cum, but Lara felt yet another orgasm overwhelm her body. She 'watered' the eros tree until she literally couldn't cum anymore; at which point, the plant instantly withdrew and tossed her aside like a used up fuck doll. Of course, Devicarth was there to catch her, "You looked like you were having fun." "...Yeah," she panted, "You were here all this time?" "What kind of question is that?" he pouted jokingly, "Tsk, tsk, I let you have one little gardening project and you forget I exist..." Lara giggled, which caused her to cough up some of the plant's slime. "No," Devicarth commanded as he covered her mouth, "I want you to swallow it—every last drop." Obediently, she choked down all of the thick ooze. "All gone," she grinned childishly and stuck out her tongue. "Good girl," he traced a finger over her cheek, "You're a cum-slut for plants, aren't you?" "Yes, Master. I'm whatever kind of slut you want me to be." "Filthy little thing. Look at you; you have scum in your hair and slime running down your leg. Well, we'd better get home so I can clean you up." He let out a shrill whistle to summon Bastet. Within seconds, the hellcat came bounding out of the forest. As she licked imp blood off her claws, Devicarth adjusted her saddle which had been jostled out of place. He commanded his feline mount to her feet so the two lovers could ride back to their lair. Lara clung wearily to her master all the way home. Back in the cave, the demon guided Lara into a low chamber where unholy water bubbled from a natural hot spring. Together they bathed in the infernal warmth. Devicarth tenderly combed the bits of plant cum out of his lover's hair. They toweled each other off and snuggled on the way to the bedroom. But when they got there Lara noticed something; "Was that paper there when we left?" Devicarth lifted the envelope from the ottoman, "It's a letter for you—from someone named Mellia." To be continued... Heart of a Demon Ch. 04 Disclaimer: This work of erotic fiction depicts consensual sex acts involving vampires, demons, gang banging, and sadomasochism. If such things make you uncomfortable, I would advise you not to continue reading. This story is not intended as relationship advice and the sex acts within are not guaranteed to be safe. Do not act out anything you read here unless you and your partner are both comfortable doing so, and you have done all necessary research to ensure your safety. * "Mellia sent me a letter?" Lara snatched the paper envelope from her demon master. "You don't seem at all surprised to find mail suddenly popping up in the middle of my bedroom," Devicarth muttered. "Relax, Devi. No one's been invading your lair. Mellia is a witch like me. She can command letters to teleport to my home, even without knowing where that home is." "You know I'm going to hurt you if you keep calling me 'Devi'." Lara grinned, "That's precisely the point, Devi." The incubus mirrored her mischievous smile, "Read your letter first." She tore open the envelope and read: 'Dear Lara, I can't believe you have to leave so suddenly! I miss you already. Still, I know you weren't really happy here and I wouldn't want to hold you back. I hope you find the excitement you've been looking for on your new mission. You know, you never actually mentioned where you were moving to. Is it too far for me to visit? Hope to hear from you soon, Mellie' Lara sighed with nostalgia and guilt. She hated lying to her best friend; they used to share all of their secrets. Of course, she doubted that even Mellia would understand if she said she was going to volunteer her soul to an incubus and become a hell-bound sex slave. But still... now she would have to come up with another lie to explain why they couldn't visit each other. "You miss your friend, don't you?" Devicarth brought her out the reverie. "Yeah," "If it would make you feel better, I'm sure I could find a way to distract you," he traced his claws over her breast. "Don't you ever think about anything besides sex?" she snapped, though her nipple couldn't help but harden under his touch. He considered reminding her that a demon of lust would tend to have sex on his mind, but he thought better of it. "I'll try," he responded with sympathy. "It's just so weird to think that I'll never see anything from my old life again. Mellia, the townsfolk, my little stone house..." "It's forbidden by demon law but," he hesitated, "I could return you to Earth, if that's what you really want." She considered it for a moment, "No, I just need time to adjust. I wasn't happy on Earth; even Mellia could see that. But here, with you, I feel like I've finally found the place where I belong, even if I am nostalgic right now." She chuckled, "Can you imagine? I need to go to Hell to feel like I belong! What kind of nut-bar does THAT make me?" Devicarth couldn't resist responding, "It makes you a lust-ridden little sinner." "Yeah, I know," she grinned. He kissed her tenderly, "Do you want me to hold you?" "No, I think I need to be alone for a while." "I understand. I'll just relax in the reading room." He meandered through the stone hallways to a cavern lined wall to wall with book cases. And of course, most of the books were erotic. He picked one out and tried to read without worrying about Lara. It was perfectly natural that she would need some time to herself, especially when she was trying to get used to this whole new world. And she was his soul mate after all. Still, he couldn't put aside the nagging worry that she would change her mind and decide to go back to the surface world. Meanwhile, Lara absently fingered the page as she considered how to respond. She didn't want Mellia to think that Lara was avoiding her. On the other hand, telling the truth was out of the question. She had to come up with an excuse—and a pen and paper. If demons kept writing utensils in their lairs, Lara didn't know her way around well enough to find them. However, she did manage to find her way back out the cave's entrance. Lara plucked a large, pale leaf for use as paper and, inking a sharpened twig with the black nectar from a flower, she scrawled her response. Lara wrote that she was staying in a camp within the eastern wilderness, a particularly hostile woodland far from their home village. She explained that her mission was to hunt a pack of werewolves so she wouldn't be able to camp in one place for very long. That should keep Mellia from coming to visit. Folding the leaf into a roughly rectangular shape, she magically sent it off. Lara then settled for a nap in the shade of a thorn covered tree. After what felt like an hour or two, Lara yawned and opened her bleary eyes to see a very sexy blur hovering above her. "Are you feeling better, sweetheart?" Devicarth stroked her hair tenderly. "Yeah, it's just taking me some time to get used to this place." "You're sure you don't want to go back to Earth?" She smirked, "No way in Hell." They rested in each other's arms for a while longer when a blood-colored blossom floated from the tree and landed on the demon's chest. Lara brushed it off, inadvertently causing him to laugh. "I didn't know incubi were ticklish," she bared an impish grin continued tickling him. "Stop it," he laughed, "You will NOT tickle your demonic overlord!" When he had enough, Devicarth forcefully grabbed her hands, "I'm going to have to teach you some respect." He snapped a flexible, spiked branch from the thorn tree, "Hold still, slut. This is going to hurt." Lara beamed, "Promise?" The demon chuckled as he shoved her into the soft, blue ash. With a cruel flourish, he snapped the thorn covered switch over her slender body, just hard enough for the spines to draw tiny beads of blood. She couldn't help but arch her little round ass upward toward her beloved tormenter. "I thought I told you to stay still. It's almost like you're TRYING to increase your punishment." "Yes! Hurt me, Master!" she moaned. "Filthy pain-slut, you don't give the orders here," he punctuated his words with another crack of the makeshift weapon. A soft whimper escaped her throat. "Yes, you do like that, don't you?" another strike, "I'll bet you're all wet and slippery in there." The incubus slid a clawed finger through her pink folds. Slowly, oh sooo slowly, he swirled it inside her before withdrawing to lick the juices off his hand. "You little whore; I'm going to make you scream." And he did. He thrashed her brutally from her shoulders to her ass to her well toned calves. She squealed with abandon, not knowing whether she was crying out in glee or in agony. For her, when she was this horny, there wasn't a difference. "You have a beautiful voice," he purred, caressing her cheek before beating her even harder. He didn't stop until the poor woman was dizzy with lust and pain. "Aw, have you had enough, little slave-slut?" "Yes, Master," she mewed weakly. "That's a good girl," he set aside his weapon. Crouching above the entranced masochist, Devicarth tenderly kissed away the ruby droplets of glistening blood. Healing magic coursed through his lips and closed the tiny wounds on contact. "Just delectable," growled the seductive demon, "My dear, your blood is the second sweetest thing I've ever tasted." "What's the sweetest?" "Oh, I think you know...," he paused to lick his lips before wrestling the already weakened woman onto her back. He knelt between her legs and slinked his tongue deep into her wet cunt. With long, slow strokes the demon tongue-fucked her until she was out of her mind with lust. For every drop he lapped away, Lara's wet hole dripped ever more of her delicious fluid. Devicarth dragged his slithering tongue over her clit just slowly enough to keep her from cumming; no matter how hard she tried. "Please...Master," she pleaded between gasps. "Oh, did you want something?" he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. Lara's soul ached with lust, "Please...I need to cum sooo bad, Master." "Hmm," he pondered in between licks, "You don't deserve it, you know. You were a naughty, disrespectful slave. I should just tie you down and leave you here." "No, please have mercy! I...I'll do anything!" "Oh, will you now?" his eyes sparkled with pure evil, "In that case, I won't leave you wanting. Because I can do so much worse..." He plucked a fat purple cucumber from a low-growing vine and charged it with his demonic powers. Then, just when she thought (and prayed) that Devicarth would ram the vegetable up her cunt, the demon simply handed it to her and grinned, "Have fun." Little sparks hopped across its bumpy skin as Lara held the makeshift dildo. As soon as it contacted her moist flower, a jolt of pain shot through her core. Lara jerked backward in shock. A menacing chuckle passed through the demon's lips, "Why so surprised, kitten? You know that electricity and wetness don't mix..." Lara wrenched that damned, evil vegetable away from her hole but couldn't bring herself to drop it. Lust gripped her like an invisible hand, drawing the device back toward her body. She struggled desperately to resist. "Oh, now that's cute. But you can't possibly think you can fight it, my little nympho. You said it yourself; you'll do anything." As predicted, Lara soon plunged the cucumber deep into her soft cunt. The purple plant was so thick that it would've hurt even without the electrifying curse. With it, the poor sex-crazed woman was charged with blissful agony. Lightning streaked up her womb spreading its electric sting throughout her entire being. In lust ridden fervor, Lara mindlessly fucked herself until the brutal orgasms left her squealing and writhing in the dirt. Devicarth paused to enjoy his beautiful slave's self-inflicted torment. When she opened her mouth to scream, he pounced, ramming his cock down her throat. The incubus plundered her almost as cruelly as she pummeled herself. As he soaked her throat in creamy demon cum, he drained her energy and the influence of his powers intensified her orgasm to unbearable levels. Every muscle in her body tensed in pure ecstasy while her mind reeled, awestruck that she could endure such pleasure without passing out. Finally, once her body was utterly drained, Lara collapsed in the claws of a very well-fed incubus. "Was I good girl, Master?" mewed Lara as her lover carried her back into his lair. "Yes, my pet; but you'd better make sure you stay that way. If you disobey me again I don't know what I'll have to do to you..." "Yes, Master," she smiled—perhaps a little too widely. For now however, the pair relaxed together in bed with twin chalices of unholy water. Devicarth fed Lara the seeds from a ripe pomegranate to help recover her strength. Entwined in one another's arms, they lounged in their cozy cave until Lara was re-energized. On Earth it would've been far past nightfall but the alternating sex and napping had shifted her sleep schedule. "That's the last of the food. Would you like to go hunting with me, Sweetheart?" asked Devicarth. "That sounds like fun." To disguise their scent, the demon gathered some clothing made from the black leather of demon unicorns. The contrast between the sexy leather jacket and Devicarth's muscular chest make Lara want to rip the skintight pants straight off of him. Devicarth noticed the glint in her eye, "Heh, is my little slut having naughty thoughts?" "Am I that predictable?" "Is your cunt pink?" he retorted, handing her a halter top and pair of pants. Devicarth had made clothing for her in advance but, since he hadn't met her at the time, the sizing was a bit loose. However, a quick enchantment allowed the leather to tighten around her body like a second skin. The unicorn leather was surprisingly comfortable; it hugged her curves and firm muscles without tugging as she moved. Running a claw over her exposed midriff, her demon master smiled his approval, "You look positively delicious." Devicarth summoned Bastet and the couple rode their feline steed through the jungle to a plain dotted with pitch black grasses. The hellcat paused mid-step and swiveled her ears in the direction of a low rustle. Coiled among the shrubbery, a great black serpent rested. It was a basilisk; a giant demon snake that could paralyze with a single glare. The young witch knew that the only way to protect themselves would be to blind the beast with a spell. "Hostis, non videre potes!" shouted the enchantress. However, the venomous monster was still dangerous; it flailed in roaring fury at having been blinded. "Don't make a sound," whispered Devicarth. As it began to exhaust itself, the serpent slowed. The hunters saw their chance. Obsidian spears at the ready, they dismounted the hellcat and raced forward. Devicarth thrust the weapon straight through the beast's writhing head. Though he failed to pierce its walnut-sized brain, the spear effectively nailed its jaw to the ground. Lara took the opportunity to stab the serpent in its beating heart. Blackened bile gushed from the wound and the basilisk fell limp onto ground. Once he was sure it wouldn't get up again, Devicarth teleported their prey back to the lair. He could've used the same spell on himself and Lara, but they decided they'd rather ride home to admire the scenery. However, just as they were about to climb onto Bastet's saddle, a shriek rang out from the shrubbery, "Leave my friend alone!" Devicarth barely managed to dodge a gleaming purple energy bolt. "Mellia?!" Lara gaped. "Stand back! I'll take care of that demon!" Mellia readied another energy bolt. "No, wait!" Lara sidestepped to protect her mate, "This demon is my lover." "I was afraid of this; the incubus has you brainwashed. You have to fight it, Lara!" "No, really, I came here of my own free will. Devicarth is my soul mate," Lara insisted. "Are you crazy? You've read the books. You know how rare it is for a demon to have a soul," Mellia scolded, "I'm going to need proof." Mellia turned toward the incubus and shouted, "veritas dices," the same truth spell that Lara had used the day before. "Go on, sweetheart, tell her," Lara encouraged. "It's true," he confirmed, "Lara really is my soul mate and I would never brainwash her." Since Bastet couldn't seat three riders, Devicarth teleported everyone to the lair. There, Devicarth introduced himself properly and Lara explained everything. "I'm sorry I lied. It's just so embarrassing," Lara blushed as she finished talking. She silently thanked her lucky stars that Mellia had shown up during the one time she was wearing clothes. "It's so like you to get all guilty about this sort of thing," Mellia rolled her eyes playfully, "We all have our secrets. I understand that." Once Mellia realized that her friend wasn't kidnapped, she took the news of Lara's new life surprisingly well. Lara was beginning to wonder what kind of secrets Mellia must have, if she didn't consider this outrageous. Of course, Lara was too polite to ask. Instead, she changed the subject, "So, how did you find me here anyway?" Mellia retrieved Lara's letter from the pocket of her plum colored robe, "This leaf you wrote on only grows in the jungle of Infernus. I just assumed a demon kidnapped you and forced you to keep it secret." Lara laughed, "You should've known better. No demon could control me." Devicarth shot her a look. She smiled back, "Not against my will, I mean." Turning to Mellia, she added, "But you haven't explained how you managed to get here. You'd need to be a ninth level sorceress to cast a portal to hell." "You're assuming I'm a human sorceress," Mellia grinned, allowing her canines to extend and sharpen into fangs. "You're a vampire? And you never told me!?" "We all have our secrets," she repeated blithely. It made sense; vampires had the demonic power to access hell at will. Still, Mellia was the last person she'd expect to be a vampire. "How long have you been hiding this?" Lara gasped. "About two years. Remember the time we went on that mission to subdue a rogue vampire? Well, I secretly drank some blood from a scratch on her arm." "I remember. You were acting pretty strangely for a couple of weeks. I was worried about you." "Yeah, sorry about that, I had to avoid everyone for a while. I couldn't go out in daylight until I perfected my shielding ability," Mellia explained, "Anyway, I completely understand your need for a more 'exciting' sex life. Believe it or not, I lead a coven of the sexiest twelve vampires you've ever met." She admired Lara's skintight leather outfit, "You know, I think you'd like them. You DO like vampires, don't you?" Lara flushed the deepest shade of red yet. "No offense, Mellia. We're close friends," she stammered, "but I don't like women. I didn't think you did either...or is that another secret you haven't told me?" Her friend laughed out loud, "No, silly. I don't want you to JOIN my coven. I know you have an... erm, boyfriend." She eyed Devicarth. As tolerant as Mellia was, she still wasn't entirely comfortable with the word 'master'. "What I meant was there are so many men in my coven that I sometimes can't satisfy them all. I was just wondering (as long as you're both okay with it) if you would like to 'help'." Lara blushed again as she imagined herself impaled by wicked fangs and rigid cocks. The demon sensed her pulse quicken, "You want to do it; don't you, Pet?" "Umm, I'm not sure," she pondered, "Mellia, can Devicarth and I discuss this in private?" "No problem." They stepped out into the nearby reading room. "Why do you hesitate, my love?" Devicarth asked with genuine compassion, "Are you still shy about discussing this with Mellia?" "A little. I mean, how could I not be? This is all moving so fast. But I'm more worried about what effect it would have on our relationship. I wouldn't want to hurt you or make you jealous." He chuckled, "You really are a treasure. But there's no need to worry about me; I have no need for jealousy. No other being can threaten my power over you. You're mine." When he caught Lara's eyes, a wave of passion overwhelmed her. Between her natural attraction and the demon's dark powers, Lara could feel the truth, "I'm yours." She kissed him deeply and surrendered to her master's embrace. "That's right, Pet. In fact," he whispered evilly, "I'd rather enjoy watching those vamps use my little whore." Lara beamed, "Anything to please my master!" She returned to Mellia, and managed to agree to her offer without too much blushing. In a haze of purple smoke, Mellia transported everyone to Pandaemonium, the largest city in Hell. For miles in every direction, towers of black obsidian bent at odd angles as if warped by the evil that dwelt within. The nearest of which was a tremendous citadel whose spires pierced the sky like jagged needles. "Welcome to my home away from home," Mellia held open the charred metal gate. Lara gasped, "It's enormous!" "Hey, I can't very well keep my underlings in that little cottage in our village." Mellia lead them to a lounge whose ceiling glowed with false moonlight. For a split second, Lara caught sight of a nude man relaxing on a luxurious blood-red couch. Before she even had time to turn her eyes, he darted with a whoosh to Mellia and knelt at her feet. "My queen, you have returned. And you brought...guests." The vampire briefly acknowledged Devicarth but when his sight shifted to Lara, his eyes glowed red with hunger. She could feel the creature's gaze bore into her body, as if he could see straight through to the very blood he craved. With agility that would make ninjas burn with envy, eleven more shadowy figures greeted their leader. They were all shapes and sizes with two things in common: they were all unbelievably sexy and they all extended their glistening fangs at the sight of Lara. Heart of a Demon Ch. 04 "You know, there's a little thing called 'subtlety'..." Mellia remarked to her coven. "I don't mind..." Lara was almost salivating, herself. "My name is Lara and this incubus is my master, Devicarth." "Enchanted to meet you," the nearest vampire growled in a voice filled with lust and venom. The blond bloodsucker turned expectantly to Mellia. Mellia responded to the unasked question, "Yes, you may feed from her. Of course, I shouldn't have to remind you that you are to stop if she changes her mind. Lara is a close friend of mine and I don't want her harmed." "Understood," the vampire assured. "Hey, I'm not exactly helpless, you know," Lara materialized an energy bolt to prove her point, "I can take care of myself." The fireball dissipated as she lowered her hand. "Alright, alright, I can see when I'm the fifth wheel. I'll let you have your privacy." With that, Mellia vanished in a purple haze. Meanwhile, Devicarth made himself comfortable on the plush couch. He loosened his dark pants as his cock began to harden at the very thought of Lara's ravishment. Eyes glowing with hunger, the vampiric horde descended on their willing prey. Claws grabbed at her from every direction tearing at her clothes until she was perfectly nude—vulnerable, save for her master's enchanted collar. A few shallow scratches leaked their crimson nectar, whose scent drove the vampires deeper into their frenzy. A tall, muscular vampire pinned her in his sinewy arms while the others groped and pawed her. Though escape was the last thing she wanted, Lara struggled. She writhed lewdly against the hard body until her captor wrenched her head to the side and sank his fangs into her neck. He savored the sweet ruby wine of her blood as he pumped his own venom into her. Surging through her veins, it burned like liquid fire. Orgasmic agony flooded her entire body and yet, she went limp. As the venom hit her brain, an intoxicating mixture of ecstatic euphoria and total relaxation made her lose interest in even pretending to struggle. All she wanted was to lie vulnerable in his arms and allow the wicked fanged beast to ravish and bleed her. Once the vampire drank his fill, he slithered an agile tongue across the twin punctures. A tingling glow spread over her neck as the wounds magically closed themselves. As soon as she was healed, a second vampire with dark, wild hair wrenched Lara away from the other man. With a fearsome pounce, he pinned her helplessly to the ground. She shivered as the cold obsidian floor pressed against her back. She shivered again when she saw the vampire's cruel, fanged grin. With a deliciously slow slurp, he licked her nipple into a rock hard peak. Then, he bit down and drank from her supple breast flooding her body with a second wave of venom. His agile tongue continued to probe and pleasure her nipple while he suckled. Meanwhile, the others rubbed their thick cocks over every inch of her body, leaving little trails of pre-cum. And the venom intensified every sensation. A pale blonde lapped up the wetness that leaked from her cunt and sank his fangs deep into her thigh. After several minutes, one vampire, a tall slender one, lost his patience. With surprising power, he tore her away from the coven leaving thin streaks of blood where the others had been feeding. He slammed her hot body onto the icy floor and slid his thick cock into her wet, pink hole. When he rolled her on top of him, another vampire took the opportunity massage Lara's ample fluid into her sensitive anus. He pressed the head of his fat cock against the hole, gently at first. Then, he grabbed her by the hips and reamed her tight little behind. The sensation of the twin cocks rubbing either side of her inner wall made Lara purr with delight, "ooohh yesss, fuck me hardumff." The third vampire didn't even let her finish the sentence before he stuffed his thick rod down her throat. The poor little whore was driven out of her mind with pleasure as they pounded every hole in her body. From every direction fangs pierced her, cocks humped her, and clawed hands caressed her, fondling her soft breasts. She was wonderfully, unbearably ravished until the creatures began, one by one, to shoot their hot vampire seed on and in Lara's wet, horny body. Warm sticky cum slid down her throat. It filled her ass and cunt and coated every inch of her skin. Soon, her own orgasm overtook her. Lara shrieked in cum soaked ecstasy as she squirmed on the floor. The vampires practically had to hold her down so she wouldn't hurt herself writhing. Of course, all those pointy claws forcing her in place just made her even hornier. She came again and again until she collapsed breathless with exhaustion. Just then, her master's warm, commanding voice caressed Lara's ear. "Come to me, slave," it was barely above a whisper but his order compelled her from the depths of her soul. She climbed to her knees and crawled over to the demon with vampire cum still dripping from her holes. Yanking her semen soaked hair, Devicarth forced her head back and looked into her eyes. "Did you enjoy yourself, little whore?" "Yes, my lord," Lara whimpered meekly. "Good," he knelt by her side, "because now it's my turn to enjoy you," he slid a finger across her soft pink lips. "Please, Master, I'm so tired," she mewed. "Oh, I think you have one good fuck left in you," he tenderly stroked her wet clit, "but if you really want me to stop..." His electrifying touch was irresistible no matter how tired Lara felt. "No, please... keep going." Devicarth chuckled, "That's what I thought." His cock was rock-hard after watching his slave gang-banged by vampires. So he wasted no time throwing her on back and savagely fucking her already exhausted, semen coated body. Waves of pleasure threatened to drown her fragile soul. "Mas...terrr..." she moaned wearily. "That's right, fucktoy," he growled between thrusts, "You know who owns you." After pounding her senseless for minutes on end, Devicarth spurted his hot cum deep into Lara's hole. She came instantly and her screams echoed throughout the citadel. Searing, white-hot pleasure tore at every fiber of her being, robbing her last vestiges of consciousness. The oversexed cum-slut simply passed out in her master's arms. "Sleep well, my precious one," he whispered. The demon planted a tender kiss on her forehead as he teleported them both home. To be continued... Heart of a Demon Ch. 05 Disclaimer: This work of erotic fiction depicts consensual sex acts involving tickling, bondage, sadomasochism, and orgasm control. If such things make you uncomfortable, I would advise you not to continue reading. This story is not intended as relationship advice and the sex acts within are not guaranteed to be safe. Do not act out anything you read here unless you and your partner are both comfortable doing so, and you have done all necessary research to ensure your safety. * Lara awoke to find herself in Devicarth's bed, her body cleaned of all the sticky cum that had soaked her the night before. As she curled up beneath the soft covers, she allowed her mind to wander lazily. 'Life is... just wild,' she mused. She remembered when she was a young sorcery student contemplating her future. Who would've predicted she'd end up (willingly) living in Hell, deeply in love with one of the very demons she had trained to fight? The strangest thing was how perfect it all was: she could continue hunting hell-beasts without having to deal with boring rat infestations; she could maintain her friendship with Mellia; and she could spend eternity with a man who both loved her tenderly and indulged her darkest fantasies. Lara rolled over to wrap her arms around Devicarth. "Good morning, Sweetheart," he planted a soft kiss on her lips. "I'm so glad I summoned you," Lara purred. "Me too, Baby. I going to love holding you, kissing you, and ravishing you forever and ever... not to mention spanking your pretty little ass," he tickled her firm behind with a pointed claw. And so they passed the years in one another's arms. Lara's body slowly strengthened from Devicarth's influence. She no longer needed to sleep after he drained her energy and, once she was fully immortal, she became immune to serious injury. Of course, that allowed the demon to inflict such wonderfully painful torments on her body. When he drew his whip, Devicarth would thrash her with enough force to severely scar a mortal human. Needless to say, Lara loved every minute of it. Over 500 years later, the couple was as passionately in love as the day they first met. They lounged in their favorite nook by the Lake of Fire (which was more like a sea of lava). Casting a protection spell on herself, Lara slid her body into the glowing pool of molten rock. Although she didn't need the spell to prevent damage, the lava would sting uncomfortably without it. She closed her eyes and dozed in the soothing bath. After a few minutes, she heard a light chirping and the flutter of wings. She opened her eyes to watch as an elegant phoenix warmed itself in the lava barely three feet away. It soon fluttered off leaving one of its long, flame-proof tail feathers floating atop the pool. Lara snatched up the golden plume. "Hmm, that feather gives me an idea," Devicarth mused, "Bring it over here, Pet." When Lara climbed out of the pool, a thin layer of molten fluid clung to her skin. It hardened into dark rock and flaked off as she walked. Rising from under a shady tree, Devicarth took the feather brandished it like one of his whips. Then, he slowly traced it along the underside of Lara's soft breast. She giggled and pulled away by reflex. "Hold still, Slave." She locked onto his eyes. "Make me," she dared grinning with mock defiance. Devicarth caressed her cheek, "That, my dear, can easily be arranged." He paused for effect before roughly grabbing Lara by the arm. With cruel force, the demon slammed her helpless body into the ground of solid rock. A wave of his hand directed smooth arches of stone to erupt from the earth and encircle Lara's limbs and body. The changeling was held immobile on her back with her legs spread for easy access... Bearing a sadistic grin, Devicarth wriggled the fluffy plume all over her ticklish body. He started at the soles of her feet and worked slowly up each leg. Then, the demon tortured every inch of squirming belly. Of course, he made sure to linger mercilessly over the ticklish spots under her arms and beneath her ribs. Lara spiraled into fit of bucking and squealing. Yet, no matter how she twisted in her bonds, there was no escape from the feather's tormenting touch. "No...please...Master...I'm SOOoo ticklish there!" she begged between spurts of laughter. "Ah, yes I just love to hear you beg," his eyes glinted wickedly. "Please...have mercy on this poor, helpless slave." "That's a good girl. Now say, 'I'm a pretty little slut.'" Lara just couldn't resist, "You're a pretty little slut." He dropped the feather and yanked her by the hair. Bending to her ear, he spoke in a low, dangerous growl, "You are going to pay for that." "Oohh, I hope so," she purred. Nearby, Devicarth noticed a pool filled entirely with molten gold. He dipped the phoenix tail inside and taunted his bound pet. "Now then, remove that pesky little defense spell so I can hurt you properly." His willing victim obeyed with enthusiasm, "Ignis mihi nocere potest!" The demon held the fiery paintbrush just inches above his now-vulnerable plaything, allowing the heat to warm her body. Then, he ever so lightly touched the glowing tip against Lara's stomach. Searing bolts of pain shot through her. Even though her skin was invulnerable to burning, Lara felt like she was on fire. A cruel grin darkened his face as the incubus painted the liquid metal over her nude body. His hand crept slowly to draw maximum pain from the writhing slut. He made certain she felt every last drop as it slid over her skin. Delicious torment mingled with searing orgasm until Lara couldn't tell the difference. So flooded with passion, all she could do was throw back her head and scream. Devicarth just laughed at the little masochist, not breaking his rhythm for a second, "That's right; scream your little heart out. I love the sweet music of your pain." The demon continued to mark her body with the words already emblazoned on her soul: Property of Lord Devicarth. Her pain soothed as the glowing metal cooled to a golden shine. "Oh...oh, Master," she panted, "I love being your helpless plaything. Please... take your pleasure from my body." Lara lifted her hips as much as the bonds would allow and offered her dripping pussy. "Hmm, since you begged so nicely, I don't mind if I do," the demon stroked his massive rod. He mounted her so fiercely that she almost orgasmed on his first stroke. "Oh, and by the way, slave, I forbid you to cum." "But Master!" she squealed. "No 'but's; I own you and you WILL obey me." "Yes, my lord," Lara whimpered. While Devicarth pounded her wet entrance, the pleasure built up inside her. Yet, she valiantly resisted her body's need... even though it would feel sooo good... No, she would be a good slave and resist the urge to clamp down on the thick cock that slid deliciously against her walls. With impossible strength of will, she resisted... until she felt Devicarth's power wash over her. The cruel incubus hit her with an orgasm spell that could overwhelm any will. It reached down inside her and FORCED the crushing pleasure from her shuddering body. Lara couldn't help but squeal and rub herself against the stony bonds. "No fair..." she gasped. "Now, did you really expect a demon to play fair? Besides, it's not MY fault you can't control your own body," Devicarth sighed with feigned disappointment, "I guess I'll just have to control it for you." "No, please! Anything but that!" Lara pleaded. "Sorry, but you know the rules; slut disobeys, slut gets punished." The demon's eyes glowed as he cast the lust spell on his beautiful victim. It started with a gentle warmth between her legs. However, the sensation deepened and intensified until it felt like a thousand tiny fingers and slippery tongues probing her cunt and swirling over her clit. Yet, no matter how she squirmed or clenched her pussy, Lara couldn't cum. There would be no relief from this unbearable, all-consuming lust until her master commanded it. Devicarth allowed the stone bonds to unclasp and recede into the earth. At the moment of her release, the sex-crazed whore leapt to her feet and began mindlessly humping her master's body. The demon just laughed, "How cute." "Please... merciful overlord... I need you," she begged. "That's right; feel the need burning inside you. You like it don't you, my toy." She nodded with a wordless whimper, her eyes shining with pure desperation. "Well, since you're such a cute little whore, I'll make a deal with you. Get on your knees and show me what a good little cocksucker you are and then I'll give you the orgasm of a lifetime." "Oh, thank you, Master," she purred. Lara knelt at his feet and nuzzled Devicarth's hardening cock. Fueled by raw animal desire, she furiously slurped and lapped at her Master's rigid rod. The beautiful changeling alternated between taking his length deep into her throat and pleasuring the head with a skilled and eager tongue. She quickly brought the demon to orgasm, although it still felt like an agonizing wait for Lara, her cunt dripping with unimaginable lust. She gulped his creamy seed as if Devicarth's cock were the font of life itself. Once she swallowed every last drop, the woman gazed longingly into his eyes. "Master...please...!" she pleaded in a needful whisper. "Don't worry, little slut," he grabbed her by the hair and yanked upward painfully, forcing Lara to scramble to her feet. "I promised I'd make you cum and I will," his eyes glittered with cruelty, "...eventually." To be continued. Heart of a Demon Ch. 06 Disclaimer: This work of erotic fiction depicts consensual sex acts involving bondage, sadomasochism, and orgasm control. If such things make you uncomfortable, I would advise you not to continue reading. This story is not intended as relationship advice and the sex acts within are not guaranteed to be safe. Do not act out anything you read here unless you and your partner are both comfortable doing so, and you have done all necessary research to ensure your safety. * Lara's eyes welled up in shock. The incubus' lust curse gripped her relentlessly and he was just going to watch her squirm. "You bastard, you tricked me!" she pouted. "That's right, Whore. I'm going to torment until you go completely insane," he traced a sharpened claw over her jaw line, "And I'll enjoy every second of it." He kissed Lara deeply tasting the raw desperation through her probing tongue. "Oh, please, Master! You have no idea how you're torturing me!" she whimpered as he broke the kiss. A predatory grin played across his lips, "Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing to you, my sweet begging whore. And I know how much you love it." "It's true," she whimpered with false shame, "I love the way you fill me with lust and agony. I'm a slut for you." He took one of Lara's firm pink nipples between his fingertips and squeezed until she threw back her head and keened with pleasure-pain, "Masterrr...." She rubbed her wet, naked pussy against her demonic tormenter, streaking her feminine nectar across his groin and left thigh. "Mmm, good girl, that pleases me," he rewarded his beautiful slave with a long, slow stroke to her sensitized clit. The searing desire within Lara's body soared to such unbearable intensity that her breath caught in her throat. She gasped, stumbled, and finally collapsed into Devicarth's arms. Gazing into her delirious eyes, the demon caressed Lara's soft locks—before he forced her arms behind her back and bound her wrists and ankles with a nearby vine. "Bastet, come here!" shouted the incubus. Once the feline bounded to his side, Devicarth secured the vine to her saddle. He unceremoniously tossed his bound, dripping slavetoy over the hellcat's haunches. Then, Devicarth mounted the feline steed and they rode home at a full sprint. All the while, the demonic curse tormented Lara like an invisible vibrator drilling away at her sanity. The bounding hellcat jostled her aching body with every stride and the soft, crimson fur brushed back and forth against her pink flower. The fifteen minute ride felt like hours. "We're home, my precious," Devicarth effortlessly lifted his bound victim and held her in midair. "Please let me cum, Lord. I'm begging you!" Lara whined. With one swift motion, the incubus looped the vine around her waist and tied it to the stony claw of a nearby phoenix statue. "Why, of course, I'll let you cum. Oh, wait I forgot..." he smirked with malicious sarcasm, "I'm evil." He dropped her. The vine jerked her body, nearly knocking the wind out of Lara. For a second the woman just swung there, bound and whimpering. "Please, Master, I'll give you anything!" The demon chuckled, "You'll give me anything, will you?" He ran a claw over the gold lettering that hadn't completely flaked off her toned stomach, "Tell me, Whore, who owns your body?" "You do, Lord Devicarth," she mewled. He paced around her helpless form, "And who owns your sinful little soul?" "You own my soul, Master." "That's right, Slave. I already own everything you have; you have nothing left to offer me," he turned her head sideways to whisper in her ear, "You're my toy and, if it amuses me, I WILL break you." Lara shivered. "I know, my lord. And I humbly beg for your mercy." Devicarth gave a cruel grin that would've made Lara wet even if she weren't under a spell, "I'll think about it. In the meantime, I'll give you something to... entertain yourself." He reached for a black unicorn horn that was lying on a nearby shelf. Lara had kept it because the swirling ridges made it ideal for pleasuring herself. Devicarth turned make-shift dildo between his fingers admiring the way it gleamed under the enchanted light orbs. As she dangled helplessly, the demon combined a hover spell with a vibration spell and positioned the horn so that it just barely buzzed against her clit. The poor changeling desperately tried to press herself against the enchanted device, but whenever she squirmed, it floated just out of reach. "Now, don't go anywhere," he sneered as he sauntered out of the room. "Wh...where are you going?" Lara stammered. "Oh, I just thought I'd get some reading done; so do try and keep your pathetic whimpering quiet for a bit." "Yes, Master," she sighed. "That's a good slut," Devicarth turned the corner to the reading room. Lara wriggled against her bindings causing her body to swing in lazy little circles. The lust curse's invisible fingers tirelessly tantalized her aching core. Though she wouldn't have thought it possible, the vibrating horn intensified her torment as it pulsed against her sensitive bud. Lara bit her lip to keep from squealing. No matter how she dangled and twisted, she could neither press against nor pull away from the diabolical device; it simply followed her movements as if it possessed its own will. The delicious madness of raw, undiluted lust flooded every other thought from the poor woman's mind. It permeated her blood and coiled around every fiber of her soul. For hours she waited in silent agony writhing against the constricting vines. By the time her demon finally returned, Lara was so dizzy with need that she didn't even notice him until he spoke. "You have never looked more beautiful, my pet," he fingered her soft locks as Lara pitched her head backwards. "Master, you're back!" she gasped, half surprised that she was still capable of speech, "Please, I can't take it! I NEED release!" "Oh, you want me to release you? What ever you say." With a graceful swipe of his claw, the incubus sliced through the vine. The newly freed woman dropped to the floor with a thud, knocking the unicorn horn straight out of the air. She scrambled all over herself to find it and, once she did, thrust it deep into her wetness. Devicarth towered above his slave, watching her mindlessly violate herself with the spiral horn of an infernal horse. He chuckled, "You know that won't help. If anything, you're making it harder on yourself—not that I mind." "I can't stop! ...can't control myself!" she panted, crazed beyond reason, not pausing for a moment in her violent thrusting. The demon painfully yanked her hair and forced her longing gaze to meet his sadistic grin. "You really are a slut. You know that, don't you?" "Yes, Master," she admitted shamelessly. "Now, I want you to prove what a wanton harlot you are and ram that thing up your pretty little ass." In the depths of painful nymphomania, all she could do was obey. She swirled the horn inside her pussy allowing her natural lubricant to collect along the ridges. Then, Lara drove the bony spike deep inside her tight asshole. She wriggled her behind seductively as she crawled to her master's feet. "That's a good whore," he patted Lara on the shoulder. Devicarth then grabbed her collar and guided his pet to a nearby stone table. As he bent her over the cold granite, the demon surreptitiously took up his wooden paddle. By the time Lara heard the rush of air behind her, it was already too late. The paddle slammed into her tender behind thrusting the horn even deeper. Shock and pain forced a ragged squeal from her lips. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he mocked with a cruel laugh. Lara simply nodded, whimpering. "Good," he grinned before delivering several more painful smacks. Just when the poor changeling thought it was over, Devicarth ripped the toy from her thoroughly beaten ass. Then, he roughly flipped her on her back and pounced. He pinned her to the table impaling her on his magnificent demon cock. Lara would've cum instantly if it weren't for the infernal curse. With deep violent thrusts, the incubus ravaged his helpless victim until he roared his own release. Thick volleys of demon cum drenched her already soaking pussy. With a soft moan, Lara met his eyes in a longing gaze, "Master...please." "My, you do have a one track mind," he pondered, "Alright, my little slave, but don't say I've never done anything for you." "Oh thank you, Lord!" Devicarth leaned over the table and blew, ever so lightly, on her clit. At first Lara didn't feel anything; but within two seconds the orgasm hit her with the force of an oncoming train. Fireworks of explosive ecstasy seared her soul. . "Oh...oh my GOD!" she screamed. "I am your god," Devicarth laughed as he watched her squirm on the table. Completely overpowered, she writhed uncontrollably until she rolled over the edge. Devicarth scooped her up an instant before she would've hit the ground. He tried to steady Lara on her feet but she merely crumpled to the floor as soon as he let go. Wave after wave of crushing pleasure slammed her fragile body, sending her to ever greater heights of passion. She reached a level soul-shattering ecstasy that would surly kill a mortal if they were capable feeling it. Lara thought she would pass out yet even the refuge of unconsciousness was denied her. She simply lay helpless on the ground, twitching. After an eternity, the pleasure finally ebbed. She staggered to her feet and realized how much energy he had drained from her. Eyes losing focus, the changeling's balance faltered. Devicarth held her steady in his strong arms, "Are you alright? You're trembling." "Oh, Master," feeling the hoarseness in her voice, she put a hand to her throat, "—Was I screaming?" "Yes, and quite beautifully, I might add," his eyes softened, "Here, let me fix that for you." He placed his hand over hers and directed healing energy to soothe her throat. "Master..." she purred, her voice clear but no less fatigued, "you were wonderful!" Her lover planted a tender kiss on her forehead, "I'm glad. For a second there, I was afraid I went too far." "Oh no, it was perfect," she wrapped her arms around him, "I felt like I came for hours!" With his familiar smirk, Devicarth replied, "You did." "No wonder I'm so exhausted," she breathed. "Come, my dearest, let's get you some rest," the incubus swept her into his strong arms and carried her to the bed. Curling next to her, he gazed at his blissfully weary lover. His demon eyes carried none of the cruel dominance that appeared when he ravished her. Instead, he looked upon Lara as his beloved and his equal. "I love you," he whispered. She snuggled up next to him, "I love you too." The end.