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A Demon's Lust Ch. 01

By: charmscale



Anita

Sneaking out of the Rowan Castle was always tricky. It wouldn't have been possible at all if I hadn't mastered that magically undetectable invisibility spell last quarter. Of course, the Master level wizards could still detect me, as well as a few of the higher level journeymen, but it wasn't them I was trying to hide from. It was my own level, the 12th level apprentices, I was worried about. 

The hall was dark at this hour, dark and empty. No one wanted to waste magic or oil lighting a rarely used hallway at midnight. The carpeted floor muffled my footsteps, and the tapestries on the wall absorbed what was left of the sound. 

It was hard to move when I couldn't see myself. Several times, I almost tripped over my own feet. Also, the invisibility spell burned power very quickly. It would be worth it, though, if I could get out of the castle without being spotted by Trev or any of his lackeys. Worth it a thousand times over. If Trev ever found out about Zek, my vulnerable, non-wizard, lover, he'd kill the poor shepherd in a heartbeat. Kill him, and make it look like an accident, or like I myself were responsible. He was good at that sort of thing. 

I seethed inside. One of the ancient duties of the Kerath Order of Wizardry was to protect the kingdom of Kerath from demons, and what did Trev do? He summoned one. Worse, he convinced the Masters that this was a good idea, that demons could be useful, and that controlling a demon would be good practice for young wizards. Now, only a few apprentices didn't have demons. I was one of them, of course, the only apprentice of the 12th level to abstain from summoning. Now the other apprentices looked down their noses at me, even the ones of lower levels, looked down on me for being weak when I was the strongest wizard of my level. It irked me. I wasn't weak. I just had principles. Unlike Trev. 

I suspected Trev of killing several other high level apprentices, rivals of his. I also suspected him of several attempts on my own life. I couldn't prove anything, of course. Trev was too sneaky, and the Masters tended to look the other way when it came to apprentices killing other apprentices, seeing it as a way to weed out the weak and stupid before the Trials. 

Ah, the Trials. I smiled wryly. The Trials were almost the only way for a 12th level apprentice to move up a level, and become a 1st level journeyman. During the trials, which were, of course, entirely voluntary, each apprentice wishing to move up to journeyman dueled to the death with another apprentice. This, in theory, ensured that only the strongest wizards became journeymen. It was well known that the Masters intended to have me duel Trev. That was probably why he'd been so persistent in the attempts on my life. He knew that the only way he would survive the trials would be to kill me before they occurred, so he could duel with someone he might actually win against. 

I was almost out of the castle now. All I needed to do was get past the outer door. Fortunately, I'd planned for this. 

Humming happily, arms full of flowers and herbs, Marian, 11th level apprentice and my best friend, opened the door. As she entered the castle, I slipped out. 

"Have fun," whispered Marian as she passed. 

I smiled. Yes, I would have fun. 

I made my way to the stables and saddled my gelding. Making him as well as myself invisible would take a lot out of me, but, fortunately, I would only need to do it for a little while. Just until we reached the first line of houses in the village, and were out of sight of the castle. 

A few minutes later, I smiled and dropped the invisibility spell. The ending of the steady drain on my magical reserves, as well as the mental effort of holding it in place, was a relief. I leaned back in my saddle, dropping my guard in a way I would never be able to at the castle, and imagined my evening with Zek. 

When I knocked on the door he would open it immediately, and then, after blushing and assuring me he hadn't been standing there waiting for me, he would sweep me off my feet and carry me to the bedroom. Then he would lay me down reverently on the bed. It wasn't really large enough, or sturdy enough, for two but we'd always managed before. It meant we couldn't lie side by side, though. We always had to be right on top of each other. 

He would kiss me deeply, and then bend to nibble my neck. After covering it with red love marks, he would suck on my nipples to make them nice and hard, and then nibble on them, too. I would flip him over onto his back, carefully, so as not to collapse the bed, and undo the fastenings on his pants. As his hardening cock burst free, I would lick the head of it, and then take it all the way in my mouth, sucking on him until he pushed me away and flipped me over so he could get at my pants. He would pull them down just enough to reveal my pussy. 

Already wet, I would gasp as his finger entered me. He would push it in as deep as it could go, and then pull it out, rubbing my insides on the way and making me moan. As he worked his finger inside me, he would bring his mouth to my clit. As his tongue flicked out to touch it, I would whimper, and them grab him by the hair and bring his mouth up to mine, so I could taste my own juices. He would laugh, and pull away so he could lick my clit some more. One finger in my pussy would become two, and then three. Three fingers, rubbing my insides hard, would excite me to the point that I just wouldn't be able to stand it any longer. I would yank his head away from my pussy again, and pull his fingers out. 

He would smile in understanding, and move up my body until he looked me in the eyes, and his huge, hard cock was lined up with my soaking wet pussy. And then... 

I smiled. I didn't need to imagine it any longer; I was here. 

Zek's shepherd's shelter was just beyond the edge of the village surrounding and providing for Rowan Castle. It was small, but cozy. I dismounted, cared for my horse, and knocked on the door. 

It took awhile for Zek to get to the door. A long while, considering how small his little house was. I frowned, and was considering checking the outhouse when the door finally opened. 

I smiled. "Zek!" 

He frowned back. "Kara. Come in. We need to talk."

As I settled myself in a chair, he paced in front of the fireplace. 

"Come on, sit down," I told him, patting my knee. 

"No. I think I'd rather stand," Zek said. 

I sighed. "What's wrong?" 

He picked up the kettle. "Would you like a cup of tea?" 

"No," I replied. 

"Some milk, maybe? Water?" He was fidgeting with the kettle now, shifting it from hand to hand. 

"No! Damn it, I want to know what's wrong," I snapped, having no patience with prevarication. "Is it your dad's back again? Do you need money?" 

He sighed. "No. Although, what you said is part of the problem. Kara, I think we need to stop seeing each other." 

"What?" I had never expected this. 

"I think we need to stop seeing each other," he repeated, looking down at his feet. 

"I heard you the first time. What I want to know is why," I said. "Am I too demanding? Is that it?" I bit my lip. "I can stop, if you want." 

He shook his head. "I love that in you, Kara. You know I do."

"Then why?" I held back tears. It was dangerous to show weakness. 

He sighed again. "Haven't you wondered, these past few months, if what we're doing is right?" 

I reached out to touch his thigh. "What do you mean? Doesn't it... Don't we feel right to you?" 

He shifted out of my reach, almost ending up in the fireplace. "That's not it. The... The sex is great. Really. I love it. And... And I love you. I do, I really do. It's just that... Well..." 

"Well what?" Remembering that, for now, I wasn't in the castle, I let the tears stream down my cheeks. 

"Like should marry like. That's all." He looked up at me. "And we aren't alike." 

I shook my head. "I'm no different from you, Zek." 

"You live in a castle! I live," he said as he gestured around the room, "In this hovel. How can you say we aren't different?" 

"It's not a hovel. And, if you want to live somewhere else, I can-" 

He cut me off. "That's the problem. You have money. You have influence. I don't. Like should marry like."

"You keep saying that," I said, "But I was born to a farming family, same as you, and if I hadn't been born with magic-" 

"But you were born with magic," he said. "And that changes everything." 

"It changes nothing!" I retorted. "What a person is capable of doesn't define who they are." 

"If that's true," he said, slowly, "Why do we always meet here? Why not in your rooms in Rowan Castle?''

I shook my head. "Because it's dangerous. If another wizard found out about you... We're taking a risk even meeting at your place! You know that. But, if it's really bothering you, I suppose I could sneak you in." I looked up at him beseechingly. "Please, don't do this." 

He sighed. "I'm sorry. But like I said, like should be with like. That's all there is to it."

"Wizards aren't allowed to marry wizards," I argued. "We aren't even allowed to be in relationships. Wizarding blood combined is too unpredictable." 

"Then marry a noble, or something." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Just stop bothering me!" 

I stormed out, sobbing. He followed me, and tried to hand me a bag of the stuff I'd left at his place. I refused. Most of the items had been gifts, little spelled items, like glow stones, to make his life easier. The rest he could throw out. 

It took me a few tries to get the invisibility spell up again, upset as I was. But I managed long enough to get back into the castle and clean off my face so no one would know I'd been crying. Even if Zek didn't love me anymore, I wasn't going to do anything to put him in danger. 

I was so distracted, I almost didn't notice the demon until it was too late. It lunged at me out of the shadows, going for my throat. I just barely dodged in time. It sailed past me, and I whirled as it landed behind me. 

This demon was in the form of a large black dog, with red eyes and unrealistically large claws and teeth. I recognized it. It was bound to Antona, one of Trev's lackey's. 

I tried to throw up a ward as it lunged again, but wards that kept out demons were hard to make on the fly. In fact, it was hard to make any spell affect a demon, unless you had it caught in a circle, or it was bound as your familiar. In the end I had to throw myself backwards onto the ground to avoid it. The impact with the hard flagstones knocked the beginning of the warding spell right out of my mind. 

The demon twisted in midair to come down with its head by my throat. Its jaws opened...

I saw a stirring in the shadows as Antona peered out to watch her demon finish me off, and quickly threw a fireball. She was incinerated with a scream, and, as she died, so did the demon's link to the mortal realm. It could now be banished. 

The demon turned as its master died, and grinned ferally at its newfound freedom, and beginning to shift back into its natural form, a thing with too many tentacles and teeth. I quickly said the banishing spell. Fortunately, it was much easier than a demon blocking ward. The demon vanished with a howl back into Hell. 

I lay there, shivering, and thinking about my close call. If I hadn't managed to kill Antona... But now that she was dead, there was no way to prove that Trev had been behind her attack. In fact, if it hadn't been for the teeth marks on my throat, I would be hard pressed to prove she had attacked me. 

I had never considered the difficulty of defending against a bound demon in terms of fighting another wizard. Trev's demon, as befitted his status as the second most powerful apprentice in Castle Rowan, was faster and harder to block than Antona's had been. I shuddered. If he had attacked himself tonight... But he hadn't. And next time... Next time, no matter how wrong I thought it was, I would have a demon of my own. I wanted to live much more than I disliked demons. 

First, though, I would have to report the attack, and get some supplies. 

Later, in my rooms, I pulled aside the carpeting and began to paint the pentagram. I used sheep's blood for that. It had probably come from one of the sheep Zek had raised, I thought. My eyes burned with unshed tears. 

I remembered how Zek and I had met. I'd been on my way home to visit my family, and I'd stopped in the market to pick up supplies. Would he have approached me, I wondered, if I'd been in my wizard's robes instead of the rough garb I wore when I traveled? Would he have responded when I'd flirted with him if I'd made it clear I was a wizard? Would we have ended up back at his place if I hadn't already spent most of my monthly allowance, and been unable to pay for my own dinner?

I loved him, proud and stubborn as he was, and I'd though he loved me. I'd even thought of leaving Rowan Castle and its dangers behind, once I was a journeyman, and marrying him. I would never be allowed to be master if I married, but was being a master wizard really worth living life alone? 

I had to stop thinking about Zek. I had to focus. If I got even one rune wrong, I could be killed by the very demon I intended to master. 

The pentagram itself was done, as were the containment runes. I just had the summoning runes to complete, and I could strip and begin the chant. 

Demons were vile things. They tortured their victims, using pain and fear to make the unfortunate mortals' magic and life force accessible. Then they would drain years off the poor wretches with impunity. They were greedy, too, often taking much more than they needed as a way to build their own power. 

Lesser demons weren't so bad. They were like animals, acting on instinct, and they attacked their own to feed just as often as they attacked mortals. Even when they did attack mortals, they were often satisfied with animals, feeling no need to risk themselves by attacking sentient beings. 

Greater demons were the real terrors. They could think, and attacked just as much for their own pleasure as for the power. Disdaining the taste of animals or their own kind, they preferred humans, especially wizards. Especially powerful and cruel greater demons, with the power to command other demons, were called demon lords. No one had ever successfully bound a demon lord. No one who had tried had even survived. 

It was a greater demon I wanted to bind tonight. Not only were they usually more powerful, they could often be reasoned with, especially if one offered to feed them. Their lust for power was their weakness. So was their low tolerance of pain. Like most bullies, they couldn't take what they dished out. 

Now that I was finished with the pentagram and the runes, I began to disrobe. No one was entirely certain why demon summoning required nudity, and, I, personally, didn't care. It was just one more thing on my list of things to do. 

I began the chant, raising my hands above my head and calling up my power. Within the pentagram, the demon began to fade into this reality. It was a black thing of tentacles and mouths and blood red eyes, thrashing wildly as it tried to escape the summons. Its struggles were useless, however. Soon it would be mine. 

I focused on its form. With the right twist of the mind, I could force it into a form of my choice, but what should I choose? A dog, like Antona's demon? A hulking beast, like Trev's? Unbidden, Zek's naked form swam into my mind's eye, and the demon began to shift, like clay in a mold. Hurriedly I forced my mind to empty, but it was too late. The demon, whether I liked it or not, was humanoid, and very definitely male. Its features were still fairly fluid, however. 

I made its hair black, instead of Zek's dirty blond, and its eyes almost black, instead of blue. Instead of Zek's innocent features, I used the rugged face of a mercenary I'd once tumbled, and then, frowning, removed the beard and added long lashes. His body I made heavily muscled. Just as I realized how stunningly handsome I'd made the demon, he finished solidifying, and I could make no more changes. 

The demon slammed its shoulder against the barrier at the edge of the pentagram, snarling. I swiftly fed more power into it, strengthening the wall. The demon slammed into it again. 

"You, mortal, will suffer!" it snarled. "You will suffer greatly, because I am-" 

I clenched my fist, and it fell to the floor, writhing in agony, too pained to even scream. "At the moment," I told it, "I don't care what your name is, demon. You will speak when spoken to." I opened my hand. 

Slowly the demon stood, glaring daggers at me. "Mortal, I am no mere-" he began, and then, with a scream, collapsed again. 

I looked down at my fist. "Slow learner, I see," I mused. I unclenched my fist. This time the demon stayed on the floor, looking up at me warily. "Rise," I told it impatiently. It remained on the floor. "Stand before me, or face the consequences," I told it, partially clenching my fist. 

Grudgingly, the demon rose. If looks could kill, his would have. "What is your name?" I asked it. 

"I thought," said the demon, "You didn't care what my name was." 

"Wrong answer," I said, clenching my fist. This time the demon remained standing for a moment, glaring at me. Then he slowly sank to his knees, eyes tightly shut. 

"Saban," he gasped. "My name is Saban." I released him. He collapsed. Then, slowly, he stood. 

"Good," I said. "Very good. So, Saban, how would you like to be my familiar?" 

"Never," Saban snapped, flinching back from me in expectation of pain. 

Instead of clenching my fist again, I smiled at him. "I'm sure I could make it worth your while." 

I picked up the knife on the table beside me. Then, slowly, I ran the sharp blade along my arm, wincing. I then pressed the wound up against the edge of the pentagram, careful not to cross the line. "Have a taste," I told the demon. 

His eyes glittered as he stared at the wound, but he said, "No. I will not be your slave. Not even for this."

I sighed, and clenched my fist again. As the demon slowly sank to the floor, I told him, "You will do as you are told." Then I released him. Mostly. 

Wincing, the demon got to his knees, and gingerly touched my wounded arm. By now the blood flow had stopped, but it still hurt. I focused on the pain, letting it fill me, letting it agitate my magic until it surged out of me to where the demon could touch it. I felt him taste me. His eyes closed. Slowly, his tongue lapped along the blood red line. The pain increased. "Good?" I asked him through clenched teeth. 

His eyes met mine. "Very. But my answer is still no." 

I sighed. "Very well. I will send you back." 

His eyes widened in surprise. "You will?" 

"Yes," I told him, "At dawn." Then I raised my partially clenched fist. I did not enjoy giving pain, but he would suffer for rejecting me. And the story of his pain would make the next demon that much more likely to accept my offer. 

His eyes widened still further. "Wait!"

I paused. "Yes?" 

He glared at me, and then visibly swallowed his pride. "Do you swear you will feed me?" 

"Yes," I answered. "I do so swear. Every day." 

He partially smiled. "Every day?" 

I smiled back, trying not to think about the pain. "Every day. My magic regenerates swiftly." 

"Then I, Saban, do pledge myself in service to you, in exchange for daily feeding," said the demon. He was smiling, but his eyes were cold. 

"And I, Anita Darkson, do accept this pledge. And I, in return, pledge to feed you, daily, until death do us part."

There was a moment where reality shifted, changing to form a bond between us. And then it was done. My demon smiled dangerously. "I am yours. You can let me out now."

"Not quite yet," I answered absently, bending to paint a few more runes, this time in my blood. "The pledge is done, but now I need to do the binding." 


A Demon's Lust Ch. 01



The demon's eyes widened in alarm. "Binding?" 

"Yes. A set of magically enforced commands," I explained. 

Saban smiled. "Do you really think you need that? I am already bound to obey you." 

"You are bound to obey for as long as I focus on the command," I answered. 

"I'll obey you even if I am not bound to do so," Saban assured me, watching me nervously. 

I snorted. "Yeah, right." 

Saban grinned nervously. "Really, I-" 

I cut him off with my clenched fist. He fell to the ground, shrieking. "Never, ever lie to me. Also, I already told you to only speak when spoke to." I unclenched my fist slowly. 

The demon stood silently, glaring at me. 

I finished the binding runes, and then activated them. "You will not harm me, nor, by inaction, allow me to come to harm. You will never feed on my life force. You will neither harm nor kill any human without my permission. And you will remain in this form." I wrapped the struggling demon tightly, and gently, in magic. I didn't want to hurt him; I'd have to bind another demon . After finishing the binding, I deactivated the runes. Then I deactivated the pentagram by wiping away one of the containing runes. "Now you can come out." 

The demon stepped out. He was still glaring at me. "I need to feed," he reminded me. 

"Very well," I sighed. The cut I had made earlier didn't hurt anymore. It had scabbed over. I fished a potion out of my robes, carefully keeping an eye on the demon. Even bound, he was still dangerous. 

I uncorked the potion and carefully poured a small amount over the cut. It dissolved the scab, restarted the bleeding, and made it smart. The demon, eyes gleaming, moved close to me, grasping my bleeding arm tightly enough to make it hurt even more. As I focused on the pain once more, he closed his eyes and fed. 

Saban

After forcing me to pledge to her, and binding me tightly in her magic, the wizard bitch had chained me up in a cage. I tested the strength of the shackles on my arms and legs once again, and, once again, the runes on them flared painfully. Even if I could get free, the cage was also spelled. The bitch did not believe in taking chances. She had even gagged me, and spelled the shackles silent, so I couldn't disturb her rest. I chewed on the spelled gag resentfully, and glared at where the wizard was sleeping in a king sized bed. 

She would suffer greatly for this, oh yes. Eventually, I would break the binding she had placed on me. I was a demon lord, after all, stronger than any mere demon. The binding would break, and I would bind her and gag her so she couldn't command me or work magic, and then, the sweet, sweet pain would begin. Slowly, over several days, maybe even weeks, I would drain her of magic and life force, until she was nothing but a withered husk, with no power over me. 

Or maybe, maybe, I would keep her alive. With her alive, no wizard could banish me back to the nether hells. I could explore this world, feeding as I wished. Yes, that was a much, much better idea. Either way, though, she would suffer. Oh yes, she would suffer for binding me.



A Demon's Lust Ch. 02



Saban 

I slept fitfully that night, chained as I was. Fortunately, demons typically don't need much sleep. I awoke to the light of dawn. 

Dawn. I knew what it was, thanks to memories of this world I had absorbed from the wizard when she had summoned me, and others I had received when I pledged to her. But a memory of what a thing was, from the point of view of someone use to such things, did not do justice to this... this... This explosion of color and light. And, apparently, it happened every day, along with a mirror image of it known as sunset. 

Days were another thing I was not use to. A regular period of light, followed by dark, followed by more light. There was a rhythm to it, like music, so totally unlike the chaos of the demon realm, where a darkness as black as pitch might be broken suddenly by harsh, blinding light for no discernable reason. Not that light was terribly common in the demon realm. Mostly, things were pretty dim there. Dim, and cold, or harshly hot. It was a land of chaotic extremes, where no mortal could survive for long. 

My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of a bell. Its simple tune echoed throughout the room. I closed my eyes, savoring the sound. Music. Yet another thing I knew only from another's memory. 

My captor stirred under the covers. Her eyes slid opened, and she yawned and stretched. As she sat up, the covers slid away to reveal her naked breasts. Naked, and oh so tender. I longed to rend them, to make her scream, and beg for mercy. 

Her eyes met mine. She frowned. "Have you been staring at me all night?" she asked testily. 

I couldn't answer, of course. I just smiled with my eyes, trying to unnerve her. 

She snorted, unimpressed, and slid out of bed to begin her morning routine. Once she was washed and dressed, she lifted a key off her bedside table and unlocked my cage. Another key undid my bonds. Finally, she slid the gag out of my mouth. 

I smiled. "Good morning, mistress," I said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I trust you slept well?" 

Then I doubled over in agony as she clenched her fist. I gritted my teeth, determined not to give her the satisfaction of hearing me scream. 

"Once again," she told me, coolly, "I must remind you only to speak when spoken to. Now, clothe yourself. We must go down to breakfast." 

As a greater demon, I was capable of materializing simple inanimate objects, as long as they were touching me. It wasn't a power I had used frequently. It took me a moment to remember how to do it, and then it took me several tries to find clothing she found suitable. In the end I wore tight black leather armor. As I was mostly immune to physical damage, there was no real point to it, but it seemed to make the wizard happy. 

"You look good," she commented, a strange, almost hungry, look in her eyes. "Now, follow. Stay two paces behind me." 

Anita

When I entered the great hall with my new demon, all of my fellow apprentices went quiet, and stared at me. I smiled. No longer would they consider me weak for not summoning. No longer- 

A sixth level apprentice whistled. "What spell did you use? Summon eye candy?" She laughed, and her friends joined in, and then the rest of the hall. 

"Lonely night?" another apprentice called. 

"Nice ass!" 

"Can I borrow him?" 

"Want me to come by later, sweetheart?" 

I ignored them, and stalked over to my usual table, where Marian was already seated. She was almost the only one not laughing. "Sit," I ordered the demon, pointing to a chair, and, silently, he sat. His eyes glowed red, and he glowered around the room. "Don't even think about it," I cautioned. "You know the rules." Although, with Trev, vibrating with mirth, nearby, it was tempting to make an exception.

Soon the talk returned to normal. I began to fill my plate from the dishes at the table. They had bacon today, and the cinnamon buns I favored. I began to feel better. 

Marian laid her hand on my arm. "Is that a demon?" she asked, frowning. 

"Yes. My new familiar," I told her, grabbing another cinnamon bun. 

"Why?" she asked, still frowning. "I thought you hated demons."

"Things change," I told her, and then explained about the attack last night. 

She whistled. "Wow. I never thought Trev would go that far. The Council of Masters has to listen to you about him now."

I sighed. "No, they don't. There is no evidence Trev was involved. Just Antona."

Her pretty forehead wrinkled in another frown. "Oh. That sucks." Her clouded eyes cleared, and she leaned forward eagerly. "I almost forgot! How did the date with you know who go?" 

"Nonexistantly," I told her testily. "He dumped me."

Her blue eyes widened in shock. "What? Why?" 

"I don't want to talk about it," I answered. 

"But-" 

"I said I don't want to talk about it!" I snapped. It still hurt, the idea that I was somehow too good for Zek. The last thing I wanted was for Marian to get it into her silly head that the same thing applied to our friendship. We were both wizards, but I was by far the more powerful of us two. Marian was the best healer the kingdom had seen for some time, but healing was the only thing she could really do, while complex healing was one of the few things I was incapable of. 

"Ok. Is that why he," she said, gesturing to the demon, "Looks like such a stud?"

"No! Well, yes. Sort of." I sighed. "I was trying to set his form, and I kind of got distracted." 

Marian giggled. I glared at her. "Don't you start," I warned her. 

"Sorry," she said. "It's just that you don't lose control like that very often. It's kind of sweet that, even though he dumped you, you know who can still distract you to that level." 

I sighed. "Sweet it may be, but it's also dangerous. Any loss of control is dangerous, especially when you're dealing with demons." 

She shrugged, and smiled. "I forget, sometimes, that your magic is so much more dangerous than mine. I mean, if I lose control, the worst that might happen is I heal a bit more than I intended to, and get tired. If you lose control, you could kill someone. Especially now that you're controlling a demon."

I frowned at my familiar. He glared back at me hatefully. All this time, part of my attention had been on him, making sure that he didn't do anything other than what I had told him to do. Another part had been on the hall, alert for attack. The only time I ever really relaxed was when I was in my own rooms. Now I couldn't even relax there, unless the demon was chained up. I sighed. Sometimes I really wished I hadn't been born a wizard. 

Marian had it easy. She had to be a bit wary, sometimes, but since she was no threat to anyone, everyone left her alone. It helped that they knew that, if they harmed her, they risked my wrath. The master wizards might also intervene for her where they would overlook harm to another, because she was such a good healer. The kingdom needed good healers much more than they needed powerfully dangerous wizards like me. Sometimes I was jealous of her safety, but, most of the time, I was glad. It meant that she retained her cheerful disposition and overall positive outlook. Unlike me. 

Marian noticed me staring at my familiar. "Think he'd like a cinnamon bun?" she asked, eyes twinkling. 

I sighed. "He's a demon, Marian. He doesn't need to eat."

"That doesn't mean he can't enjoy it." Before I could stop her, Marian handed the demon an apple. "Try that," she told him.

He looked down thoughtfully at the red fruit. Then, slowly, he took a bite. His eyes closed as he chewed, and he smiled. 

Marian giggled. "He likes it!" 

"Wonderful," I answered. Only one small corner of my attention was on my familiar and the apple. The rest was on the master wizard who had just entered the hall. 

There were only 13 master wizards in the entire kingdom. Any 12th level journeyman who wanted the title could challenge one of the current masters for their position and duel with him or her, or wait for a master to retire, and duel other 12th level journeyman wizards to the death for the honor. There were seven masters in the castle now. The one who had just entered the hall was Yurial, an elderly man who was close to retirement. In fact, many thought he should have retired a while ago, when his eyesight had begun to fail him. No one who had dueled him thus far had managed to replace him, however, so he retained his title. 

The hall had begun to quiet down as he entered, and was completely silent by the time he had made it to the podium at the front of the hall. 

"I have a few announcements to make," said the elderly wizard, using magic to make his quavering voice audible to the entire hall. "Firstly, you may have noticed that one of your fellow apprentices, Antona Liris, is missing from this hall today. She was killed last night when she attacked the apprentice wizard Anita Kirith." He paused for the murmur that ran through the hall. From a nearby table, Trev glared daggers at me. I wondered why they had asked Yurial to make the announcement of her death. It seemed cruel. She had always been one of his special favorites. 

"Also, we have decided to make a few changes to policy. Firstly, the 12th level apprentices are now all required to participate in the duels at the end of the year."

The outcry at this was much greater. Across the table from me, Marian looked like she was about to cry. 

"Quiet! Quiet, please!" Yurial boomed over the noise. Slowly, all the apprentices quieted. "Secondly, there is now a way for apprentices to become journeymen without dueling. They may petition the council of masters and the king for special dispensation. Both the majority of the council, and the king, must approve for the apprentice wizard to advance."

"Thirdly," Yurial continued to the absolute silence of the hall, "Thirdly, I have the examination results from last week to announce." 

I turned white. If Marian had done particularly well in her examinations, she would advance to a 12th level apprentice. And if she became a 12th level apprentice, at the end of the year, she would be forced to duel another apprentice. And, with only healing magic to call on, she would die. 

"The following wizards will be advancing to 2nd level:" announced Yuriel. I tuned him out. Across the table from me, Marian was crying silently. I put my hand on hers comfortingly. When Yuriel started calling those who would advance to 12th level, we both looked up. Please, please, I thought. Let her have failed her examination... 

When he called Marian's, name, we both winced. Marian began to sob. The Yuriel's announcements were done, and he left the hall. Immediately, talk started up again. 

"It's okay," I told Marian, whose lovely face was now streaked with tears. "We just have to get you special dispensation, is all. We'll petition the council. You know they value your healing magic, so they'll definitely approve it." 

"But the king," Marian whispered, falteringly.

"We'll go to court, in person, to petition the king," I told her. "And I'll keep my mouth shut and wow everyone with my magic, and you'll charm the heck out of everyone, and then there's no possible way he'll say no." 

Marian smiled though her tears. "But you hate court," she said. 

"I hate demons, too. And that didn't stop me from doing what needed to be done," I told her with finality. "I'll go to court with you, and you'll get your special dispensation. You'll be fine." 

Saban

The apple didn't taste anywhere near as good as the wizard's magic had last night, but it was new to me, and, thus, something to be savored. I closed my eyes to analyze the flavor, so very different from that of flesh or blood. 

I barely paid attention while the elderly wizard made his announcements, except to note that he had made my "mistress," Anita, very upset. No upset enough to distract her from me, unfortunately. Marian, the one who had given me the apple, was crying. I wanted to reach over, to touch her, to feed, but I could feel Anita's attention on me, and I knew I would not be allowed to do so. 

Then Anita and Marian talked. Apparently we would be going to court to see the king. I smiled. If I broke the binding while we were there, I could easily take over the kingdom. 

I spent the morning following Anita to various classes. I played the perfect obedient slave, hoping to lull her into a false sense of security. It didn't work as well as I hoped. Anita still watched me suspiciously out of the corner of her eye, and I could feel her attention. Lunch was uneventful, until Marian offered me a piece of ham. Anita rolled her eyes, but let her. She appeared to have a soft spot for her friend. Maybe I could use that...

After lunch, and a quick trip to the library, we went back to Anita's room, and I was forced back into the cage. I struggled as best I could, but, with the binding in place, was unable to hurt her. It was... Frustrating. Very frustrating. I promised myself that, eventually, she would suffer for this. Oh, yes, she would suffer...

As the afternoon turned to evening, I noticed that Anita seemed distracted from her studying. Her eyes would run over the same text multiple times. She would sigh, and fidget, moving from a chair to the bed and back to a chair. Sometimes she would touch herself between the legs, and then she would cross her legs, sigh, and go back to her reading. 

The bell rang. It was time for dinner. I wondered if there would be another apple, or more ham. 

Anita

I couldn't stop thinking of Zek. It made it very difficult to concentrate on my studies. I ran through our time together in my mind, wondering, if I had done something different, if things would have turned out better. I found my thoughts lingering on the time we had spent in bed. He wasn't the world's best lover, but he was caring, and he hadn't stinted on foreplay. 

My thoughts wandered to my other lovers. The first boy I had kissed. That time I had gone to the capital for the Right of Spring, and met that young lord, and then one thing had led to another... I didn't regret the loss of my virginity, and I certainly didn't regret repeating the experience another three times that night. I remembered that mercenary, and my parent's farmhand. The ambassador from the north. My former mathematics teacher. A wandering minstrel.

As my mind lingered on the memory of many different hands, and tongues, and lips, and cocks, I found that my hand had gone to my pussy. I frowned, removed my hand, and crossed my legs. Then I tried to focus on my book. It was a guide to illusion magic, I remembered, but I didn't remember what type, the bending of light or of the mind. As I flipped back a few pages, trying to figure out where I'd gotten distracted, my mind went to Zek... 

Finally the dinner bell rang. With a relieved sigh, I closed the book. I was horny, and frustrated. I resolved to masturbate after dinner, before I went to bed. 

But, when I got back to my room, after I had put the demon back in his cage, I couldn't find my vibration stone. I had a vague memory of taking it to Zek's place. With a sigh, I set about making another one. 

But making a vibration stone took hours of delicate work. That was too long. Much, much too long. I could use my fingers, but I'd never been good at that. Not good enough to make myself cum, anyways. But what other alternative did I have? My eyes fell on the demon. 

Saban

I was locked in a cage, bound and chained and mulling angrily over my predicament, when I felt my captor's gaze on me. I looked up from the floor of my cage to meet her eyes. She had that strange, almost hungry look on her face again. I wondered what it was she wanted. 

Swiftly she unlocked the chains and the cage door, and then ordered me to kneel. I obeyed, grudgingly. At home, I knelt to no one; other demons knelt to me. I swore, once again, that she would suffer for humiliating me. 

Anita lifted the hem of her robe, and pulled down her underwear, revealing her hairy pussy. "Lick it," she ordered me. 

The command forced me to lean forward, but I fought it, pulling my head away from her thick bush. "I will not!" I growled through clenched teeth. "I will not be your... Your toy!"

She grabbed me by the hair. "Yes, you will. And you will do a good job, too, or you will suffer for it. Now, lick!" 

Between the physical force and the power of the command, my head jerked forward, burying my nose and mouth in her hair. Against my will, my tongue flicked out. 

The taste and the smell of her womanhood made me shiver. Again, my tongue flicked out, involuntarily, but not, this time, against my will. She tasted even better the second time, and better than that the third.

As I reluctantly carried out my humiliating, yet tasty task, Anita closed her eyes and moaned. I shuddered and began to lick harder and faster, compelled by some instinct I had never known I had. I focused on the clitoris, both because she seemed to respond best to that and because something in me said that this was what I was supposed to do. I reached up, slipping a single finger into her flower as I continued to lick. She shivered at my touch, and I reveled in it. Because of our magical bond, I could feel her pleasure in the back of my mind as I worked my finger within her. I could also feel... Her magic? 

It was flaring out around her, as it had last night when she had cut herself, and then again when she had reopened the cut. Hesitantly, I took a taste. 

It was incredible. Indescribable. Ambrosia, the food of the gods. My eyes closed, but my hand and tongue never stopped moving. I gently slid a second finger into Anita, and began to work them more vigorously inside of her. She swayed, and I reached up behind her to steady her and press her harder against my mouth. I fed more, at first taking tentative sips, and then drinking the delicious power in greedily. I knew that different emotions changed the taste of power, but, until now, I would have sworn that pain was the choicest of emotions. Until now, I has not tasted desire. 

Anita's eyes snapped opened, and she stared at me in shock. I realized, too late, that she must have felt the tug on her power as I fed. She tried to shove my head away, but, as I was much, much stronger than she was, it had no effect. I continued to pleasure her, and to feed. Then she shouted a word of power, and I went flying across the room to slam against the wall. 

"You... you were feeding!" she accused me. 

I shrugged. "You presented me with the opportunity." 

"I didn't..." She paused, thinking. "Did you know you could do that?" 

"Do what?" I asked, smiling. 

"Feed. From my desire." I didn't answer. Her eyes narrowed. "You didn't, did you?" I just smiled knowingly. "Answer me!" she snapped, clenching her fist. 

"I... Did not know..." I answered through clenched teeth. I was getting better at resisting the pain, but it was still unpleasant. 

Anita released me. "I suppose giving pleasure, not pain, never occurred to you bastards before." 

"Not that it ever occurred to you, either," I muttered. 

"What was that?" Damn, my wizard had sharp hearing. For a human. 

"Oh, nothing," I said as I smiled sweetly. "Nothing at all."

Anita

The demon Saban graced me with stony silence when I put him back in his cage. At least he was cooperating. When he fought me, I got a headache. I frowned, wondering about that. My mind should not be so strained by dealing with a demon, even a greater demon. Perhaps I was out of practice. I decided to meditate for a while before I went to bed. 

It was easier said than done. My continuing arousal made it impossible to properly empty my mind of thoughts and emotions, which, in turn, made the next step, my mental exercises, impossible. 

I had just about managed to clear my mind when the final bell of the evening rang. Its sonorous voice echoed all through the castle and the surrounding town, interrupting my concentration and making me curse. 




A Demon's Lust Ch. 02



There was no real point in staying up. As I was unable to concentrate on my studies, it would be a waste of time. I sighed, and began to get ready for bed. 

Getting ready for bed, for the most part, just involved cleaning my teeth and stripping off my clothes. I said no prayers to any god, though I was no atheist. Just currently unaffiliated. 

The covers were warm, and the bed was soft. I sighed, and let my mind wander. 

Trev. My enemy. I wondered what he was doing now. Was he studying late, even as I thought this? Did he watch the stars? I had a hard time imagining the cold calculator doing anything so whimsical. Probably studying then, or asleep. I wondered if he slept naked, like me. My mind flashed an image of him lounging naked half under the covers, cock erect, peeking out from between the folds of cloth. I scowled, and shook my head to clear it. 

Across room from me stood the demon, chained inside his cage. It made me nervous to even have him in the room, though my logical mind assured me that there was no way for him to escape, or, if he did, for him to hurt me. I wondered if anyone else knew that demons could feed using desire. It was probably in a scholar's footnote somewhere. As much as it unnerved me, it probably wasn't, in the great scheme of things, that important. 

What if it was, though? What if this little piece of knowledge would someday lead someone to solve some great problem on the nature of demons? And what if I had been the one to discover it? I wondered, if my research turned up nothing on demons and desire, how I would present my findings. I would be embarrassing to admit I'd ordered the demon to pleasure me. I imagined the Council of Master's reactions, and winced. 

I realized that I was staring at the demon's cock, and, in fact, had been starring at it for the last several minutes. I was also stroking my clit. I sighed. I was never going to get to sleep while I was this horny.

My eyes flicked to the demon. No way was I letting him anywhere near my girly bits again, though the memory of what he had been doing made me shiver with excitement. And no way could I just cum on my own. I sighed, and got out of bed to spend the rest of the night working on a vibration stone.



A Demon's Lust Ch. 03



Anita

"You look tired," 

"Hmmm?" Startled out of a light doze, I blinked sleepily at Marian. "What did you say?" 

"I said, you look tired." Marian poured me a cup of coffee. "Late night?"

I swiftly stifled an urge to look guiltily at the demon. She probably thinks you were up late studying, you dope, I thought to myself as I took a sip of the coffee. There's no way she suspects... 

"After all, you do have a rather hot young man sleeping in your room now," Marian said, giggling. "One who has to obey your every command." 

I choked on my mouthful of coffee, spraying a considerable amount of it out my nose. Marian, still giggling, handed me a napkin. "He's a demon!" I protested as I wiped my face off. "I would never-" 

"I know, I know," said Marian. "I was just trying to wake you up a bit more." She giggled again. "Looks like it worked." 

"Thank you ever so much," I sighed. 

"Well, we do have combat practice this morning," she said. 

I was even more awake at that. Combat practice was suppose to be less deadly than the actual duels, but people still got killed. "I thought that was next week!" 

"They moved it, remember? Don't worry, I've got my normal dispensation," Marian said. "I don't have to fight."

I sighed in relief. "Good." 

Marian looked at me, concerned. "You'll be ok, right? I mean, you are kind of tired." 

"I'll be fine," I reassured her. "Especially since I've got a demon now." 

"But the two of you have never worked together," Marian protested. "What if he gets in your way? What if he won't do what you tell him? What if-" 

The demon looked a bit miffed. He opened his mouth to speak, looked at me, and then changed his mind. 

"You have something to say?" I asked. "You have my permission to speak." 

"I would just like to point out that I am a seasoned combat veteran," Saban sneered. "Not some imp. I'll do my part. I don't have a choice. Just stay out of my way." 

"I'm hardly a greenhorn," I growled. "And you'd better remember who's in charge when we're on the battlefield." 

Saban gave me a look of pure hate. "Like I could forget."

"Ummm, maybe we'd better finish eating," Marian suggested. "You know, so you're not fighting on an empty stomach." 

"That's a good idea," I agreed. "Demon, shut up."

The demon gave me one more icy look. "As you wish, mistress."

"Don't take that tone with me," I snapped. 

"What tone?" His voice was all innocence. 

"Nevermind. Just shut up," I sighed. Sometimes, I hated my life. 

Saban

I stared in disgust down at the line of blood dribbling down Anita's arm. "You've got to be kidding me," I growled. 

Anita looked down at her bleeding arm, perplexed. "Excuse me? Don't you want to feed?" 

"I want to feed like I did last night," I informed her. 

"Out of the question," she snapped. "You get this, or nothing at all. Take it or leave it." 

I'd take it, of course. Magic was magic, after all. But... "Surely you don't honestly prefer to be in pain," I purred. "Remember how good it felt, last night, when I-" 

"Mention last night again, and you will regret it," Anita warned me. 

"What are you so afraid of?" I murmured, kneeling down before her. "You're the mistress. You're in control. And I can make you feel so good..." I began to lift up her robes. 

Then I froze, groaning, as her fist tightened. "I said no," she snarled, taking a step back and straightening her robes. Then she released me, and held out her arm again. "Now, feed." 

I sighed, and fed. After last night's meal, this pain based fare was almost too bland to eat. When I got free, I would feed how I liked from her, I told myself. Pleasure, agony, whatever I chose. And she would scream, and scream, and scream. 

Anita

Greater demons were renowned for their persuasive powers. I knew this. They could twist words until you would swear that up was down and green was red. And they were only ever interested in one thing, themselves. I knew this, too. So why was I considering Saban's words? 

What was I afraid of? Just the unknown, in the end. I was a wizard. We weren't suppose to fear the unknown; we were suppose to conquer it. 

And, in the end, I was in control. I was the mistress. With the proper precautions, I could even let him bring me to orgasm, I thought with a shudder, and he would still be incapable of harming me. And pleasure was oh so much preferable to pain... 

"Anita Kirith!" With a start, I jerked out of my musings. I realized, with embarrassment, that this wasn't the first time the professor has said my name. "Yes, Master Yurial?"

"Now that you have rejoined the world of the waking, could you please recite the 12 types of shield?" Master Yurial said as the rest of the class tittered. "And then go take your place in the circle. I will put up the wards to keep the magic inside the circle, and you will fight Walie. Please try not to kill him. Or fall asleep." 

I recited the requested information, grateful it wasn't about the different grades of fireball, which I could never remember, and then stepped into the circle in the middle of the classroom. Combat practice. Brief periods of excitement interspersed with longer periods of boring. And now it was my turn. 

Walie wasn't on of Trev's lackies, so I could expect him to follow the rules and not "accidently" kill me. Probably. But it would not do to lose, all the same. 

I ordered Saban to stand in front of me, the better to block any sudden spells, or rushes from Walie's demon, who looked like a goat. Master Yurial raised the wards, and blew the whistle. 

As the echoes died away, I began to look for an opening in Walie's defenses, as, presumably, he began to do the same to me. The goat watched Sabam warily, while Saban looked over at me. 

"Are we starting?" he asked. 

I grunted as Walie sent a stream of fire at me to break against my shield, and growled, "Yes!" 

Saban shrugged. "Alright, then." And he rushed the goat. 

Next thing I knew, he had the back legs in one hand, and the front legs in the other, and, with a crack, the thing's spine snapped. I jerked in surprise, almost letting my shields fall. The goat bit at Saban, who avoided it handily, and then tore it in half. He casually tossed the pieces aside, and then reached right through Walie's wards to grab him gently around the neck. The other wizard sputtered. His shields fell. I swiftly sent a sleep spell his way, and he crumpled in Saban's grip. 

"Put him down!" I ordered my familiar. "Gently." 

Saban scowled, but he had no choice. He put Walie on the floor of the classroom. The pieces of the goat demon were trying to squirm back together. Saban kicked one away. The head of the goat squealed. 

He looked at me expectantly. "Done now?" he asked. 

I looked at Master Yurial, who was now a bit white. "Not until he blows the whistle and dismisses the wards."

Master Yurial came back to himself with a start. "Right," he muttered. The whistle blew, and the wards fell. "Good... Good show, Anita. The rest of you take note. The proper use of a demon can make the difference between victory and defeat."

I sat down, wondering at my swift victory. Saban was a powerful demon. That much was obvious. He also took more initiative than a bound demon usually did. Most bound demons, as far as I'd seen, were content to wait for orders, or react as their binding prompted them too. Saban... I suppose he figured, since he was going to fight anyways, he might as well do a good job. Or maybe he was trying to impress me, so that I might consider his... Suggestion. 

I was definitely considering it. The vibration stone I'd spent hours making last night didn't vibrate hard enough to suit me. I wanted, no, needed, to get off. And if giving in would encourage further good behavior in battle, so much the better. 

Saban

I watched the other duels from my usual place behind my mistress. It was a bit boring, in all honesty. What a waste of magic. I tried to pass the time by evaluating the other demons, trying to figure out which I would cull, keep, promote to commanding positions, or breed if they were in my army. None really showed the initiative I looked for in an officer. Few demons ever did. I'd been short a second in command for awhile now because of this. It was irritating. Especially since, without a second to take charge while I was away, my lands and armies would be in quite a state when I got back to the demonrealm. Perhaps I was hoping for too much as far as initiative went. Maybe what I needed, instead of an ambitious second I'd be forever having to watch for signs of mutiny, was a demon who was really good at following orders. 

No. Following orders was all well and good, but even I couldn't think of every eventuality that might occur. I needed a demon who could think, and there were precious few of those. I sighed. Perhaps, if I had another child, it would have the strength of will and intelligence needed to be my second in command. Of course, the problem with that was, eventually the child of a demon lord grew up to become a demon lord. Another rival. I so did not need that. 

As I was musing, the bell rang for the end of class. There was an immediate rush for the door. My mistress was more sedate, taking her time to gather her things, thanking the teacher, and then finally leaving. I followed. 

Now that she was out of the classroom, she hurried, walking swiftly towards, not the library, as I had expected, but towards the part of the castle where the wizards had their rooms. I could feel her arousal and expectation through the bond. I smiled. Looked like she was giving in to both her desires, and my own. 

We entered her room, and she ordered me to close and lock the door. I obeyed, eager to get this started. However, when I turned from locking the door, I found her holding the cuffs and leg restraints she used to chain me up in the cage while she slept. 

I frowned. "Is that really necessary?" 

Anita ignored me. "Turn around," she ordered, "And put your hands behind your back."

I fought the command. "This is not needed."

We stood there for a moment, locked in mental combat. I found myself turning, and growled. 

"Turn around," she ordered again. "Now." 

I turned, fighting all the way, and, snarling, presented my hands to be bound. She cuffed me, and then bent to chain my legs. "Now, kneel," Anita ordered. I knelt. She swiftly shucked her robes, and stood in front of me. I buried my nose in her bush with a sigh, and began to lick. 

She slapped me away. "Wait for the order!" 

Eyes narrowed, I waited. She stared at me for a moment, and then spread her pussy lips, revealing the moist, pink bits. "Now you may pleasure me." 

With my hands bound, my tongue was the only tool I had. Bound by magic, my shape shifting abilities were limited, but I used what I had to lengthen my tongue, and increase its strength. Anita shuddered as my tongue slid over her clit, and then shuddered again as it forced its way past the pussy entrance into her. In and out it moved, flicking over her clit, and curving to rub the inside of her pussy in a way I somehow knew would make her go wild. The taste was incredible, and the power I drew as I pleasured her made me shudder in delight. 

"Slow down," she ordered. "Don't take too much too quickly." 

I rebelled against her command, but the power I drew still slowed to a trickle. The taste taunted me. I wanted more. If I could make her lose her concentration on the command... 

My tongue moved faster and faster. I made it bumpier, the better to stimulated her, and then flicked briefly out of her pussy to lick along her taint. She gasped. Her concentration wavered, and the flow briefly increased. And, somehow, it tasted even better than before. 

My tongue was not enough. I struggled to break free of my restraints, to get my fingers into play. The runes on them flared. "Keep doing that," Anita murmured, looking down at me, "And this stops now." 

I ceased my struggle, and focused my efforts on pleasuring my mistress. She shuddered, and moaned. The flavor of her magic changed slightly. She was close. Close to what, I wasn't sure, but she was close. 

Her pleasure briefly plateaued, and then... 

If her power had tasted good before... Now it was incredible. And, as her command to me faded from her mind, I was able to pull more and more of the power into me. It raced through me like an electric shock. I moaned, eyes closing, as I fed deeply. She was shuddering, crying out, and gushing with liquid. She was cumming, I realized suddenly, connecting the word with the action. That impossible taste was her pleasure as she came. 

Anita stepped away and leaned against the wall, panting and grinning. I tried to sidle closer, so I could lick her pussy some more. She raised her hand in warning, partially clenching it. 

"Don't. Enough." I reluctantly stopped. She didn't seem to mind, however, that my hand was on her foot, allowing me to feed on her post coital contentment. Although not as overwhelmingly delicious as her orgasm, it was still very tasty in its own unique way. 

When I finally broke free of the binding, I would definitely keep her alive, if at all possible. Keep her, and pleasure her daily in order to feed. It would be tricky to prevent her from taking command of me again, but worth it if I could feed like this as often as I wished. I would see how far I could push her into orgasmic bliss, or how long I could keep her from it before she finally came, and I would drive her insane with lustful pleasure. And she would be mine. All mine. I smiled, content, for the moment, just to feed, and watch her breathe. 

Anita

I ran a hand through my hair, panting. My other hand rested lightly on my pussy, idly rubbing my now overly sensitive clit. I wondered how quickly the demon could bring me to orgasm again, now that I was tender with lust following the previous one. Probably very quickly indeed. Saban seemed to know his way around a pussy. Funny, that. I doubted he had had any real experience. Perhaps he had picked up a few tricks in the information download when he was summoned. Or, well, demons tended to have an instinct for torture. Perhaps this was instinctive as well. 

And if I allowed him the use of his fingers... I shuddered, both aroused by the idea of additional stimulation, and dreading what he might do while I was too busy cumming to control him. 

No, it would be best not to allow Saban to make me cum again so soon. My magic was already dangerously low. He had fed heavily while I came. I kicked his hand off my foot, preventing him from feeding further. He growled, but did not attempt to place it back on. Good. He was learning. 

I rubbed my pussy one last time, and then removed my hand. "Get in the cage," I ordered, and, for once, he obeyed without any protest, even throwing in a polite, "Yes, mistress," as he went. Probably on his best behavior to assure that I fed him this way all the time. 

I gagged Saban, again without any protests from him, and locked the cage door. I needed a nap. And then I needed to go down to the village and buy some travel supplies for the trip to the capital. We would leave tomorrow. Hopefully the trip there would only take two days, and the stay would be over quickly. It made me nervous, leaving the cage behind, and only using the chains. But the cage was redundant, after all.The chains were all that was needed. Hopefully.



A Demon's Lust Ch. 04



Saban

"So, are we good to go?" my mistress asked her friend, Marian. "Did the council give their approval?" 

Marian nodded. "Yep! Did you get the supplies we need for the journey?" 

"Yes. We just need to load them onto the pack horses." Anita looked at me. "You'll do most of the heavy lifting. No complaining." 

"Wouldn't dream of it, mistress," I purred, stroking her hair. She slapped my hand away. 

"Stop that," she hissed. 

Marian giggled. "Sure is friendly, especially for a demon." 

I looked at her, idly wondering how her power would taste if I pleasured her. The idea was intriguing, but I knew my mistress would never let me do it. To make up for that, I placed my hand suggestively in Anita's lap. 

She stood, dislodging it. "I'll go start carrying stuff out of my room." 

Marian stood as well. "I'll come with you, then." 

"But you aren't finished with your breakfast," Anita pointed out. 

"Neither are you," Marian said. 

"I've eaten enough," my mistress said, stepping away from me and slapping my hand away from her ass. 

"You just sat down," Marian protested. 

"I'm... not hungry," my mistress said. Before her rumbling stomach gave her away, she hurried out of the dining hall, ordering me to follow two paces behind. I fought the command, not because I didn't want to follow, but because I wanted to walk beside her. Maybe grab her ass. Perhaps... Hold her hand? Where did that idea come from? 

She did not give me an inch, and I was forced to follow her, two paces behind, like a slave. She would pay for the indignity, I promised myself. The idea didn't please me as much as usual. 

She was hurrying a bit, I noted, and from the bond I sensed... Anger. Anger didn't taste nearly as good as pleasure. 

When we got to her room, she slammed the door behind us, making the maid jump. Anita opened the door again. "Out," she ordered the woman, then belatedly added, "Please." 

When we were alone, she turned to me, and clenched her fist. I groaned, and sank to my knees. 

"If you ever," she growled, "Touch me like you did in the dining hall again, without my permission, I will make your life miserable. Starting with revoking your pussy privileges. Are we clear?" She released me. 

I collapsed on the ground, panting. "Yes, mistress." I acquiesced. "May I ask, why?" 

"Why? Why?" she snapped. Then she calmed herself somewhat. "How would your fellow demons react if they knew what we were doing?" 

I shrugged. "I doubt they would care. Feeding is feeding." Besides, as a demon lord, I could do what I wished. 

"Well, my fellow wizards would care if they knew I let you pleasure me," she said with a glare. "I would be a laughingstock! And so, by extension, would you. Do you really want mere mortals laughing at you?" 

"No," I admitted, remembering our first breakfast in the dining hall. "No, I would not." 

"Then don't touch me unless we're alone," Anita said with a final glare. 

"As you wish," I murmured, head appropriately bowed. I still ached from the punishment. 

"Good," said my mistress, somewhat mollified. "Now, grab those saddle bags." 

Anita

It was evening, first day of the journey. I already had saddle sores. I groaned. "You ready to stop for dinner yet?" I asked, shifting uncomfortably in my saddle. 

Marian back at me from her horse in front. "Sore?" 

"A little," I admitted. 

"If you'd mentioned that when we stopped for lunch," she said, "I could have done something for you." 

"I wasn't sore yet at lunch," I said, glancing over at my demon. He was loping beside us, easily keeping up whether we walked, trotted, or cantered. Right after lunch I'd briefly urged the horses into a gallop, both for the fun of it, and to see if he would fall behind. He didn't. He also didn't even appear to be winded. Interesting. 

"Then you can go a bit longer, just until sunset," Marian said. 

I sighed. "If you really want to." 

When the sun started to set, we found a campsite near a small stream. I set about warding it, while the demon gathered firewood and Marian cared for the horses. Then I led the demon off a little ways for some privacy while Marian started dinner. I pulled the chains from my pack and ordered the demon to turn around. He did so, grudgingly but without a fight. Good. 

As I cuffed his wrists and ankles, I murmured in his ear, "We're going to have to be quiet this time. Otherwise, Marian might suspect, or, worse, come to check on us." 

He smirked. "I'm not the noisy one." 

I pulled out a handkerchief. "I know. That's why I'm using this. But, keep in mind that all I have to do to command you is spit it out. Right?"

He nodded. "Of course."

When he started to kneel, I stopped him. "I want to try something different this time. Lie down. And get rid of your clothing."

Saban seemed to understand what I wanted. As he lay down, his clothes vanished, revealing an enormous erection. I shuddered. I was already a bit wet. "First you will lick me, to get me ready," I told him. "And then... And then we'll see." Although there wasn't much question in my mind about whether I'd be using that delicious looking cock tonight. 

I stuffed the handkerchief in my mouth, and then knelt over his face, looking at his cock. He obediently began to lick me, stimulating my clit and penetrating me with his rough tongue. I whimpered in delight, the sound muffled by the handkerchief. It wasn't long before I was ready. 

I scooted forward, lifting myself, until I was just above the demon's huge dick. It was nice and thick, just the way I liked it. I began to lower myself. Penetration. I moaned, eyelids fluttering, and thrust downward until I had taken almost all of it in. It felt exquisite. The demon thrust upward, forcing those last few inches into me. I gasped, almost inhaling the handkerchief. 

We began to move together, him thrusting upward while I thrust down, and then pulling up as he relaxed. His cock was entering me in just the right way, angled so it rubbed a little against my clit, and curving in a way dicks normally did not to rub against my g-spot. I closed my eyes, and began to lose myself to the rhythm. Oddly, the demon was behaving himself tonight, as far as feeding went, drinking my power in a slow trickle. Probably still full from yesterday. 

Saban

Hungry though I was, I paced myself, drawing in just enough magic to get the taste. If I tried to drink the power in quicker, she'd just stop me, and, possibly, end this. I loved her muffled whimpers. If I closed my eyes, I could almost believe I was the one gagging her, and that she was in my power. I loved the idea. I would take good care of her when I finally did capture her, so she would live a nice long time. If I kept her mostly content, and pleasured her regularly, perhaps she wouldn't fight me too much. That would be nice. 

I began to pick up my tempo, thrusting upward with speed, strength, and endurance not available to mortals. The muffled whimpering increased. I lifted my head up until I could suck on one of her nipples. I was more flexible than most mortal lovers, as well. It would be nice if my hands were free, I reflected. Or, better yet, if I could shift properly. Then I would be able to get both nipples at once. 

I imagined cradling her against my natural, rather amorphous form, with two mouths, bereft of their usual rows of sharp teeth, working on her nipples, as my tentacles held her arms, gagged her, and gripped her legs, forcing them apart to reveal the sweet pink flesh between. I would thrust into her, just as I was doing now. Maybe take her ass for good measure. And I would make her cum and cum and cum. 

Speaking of cumming... Her power held that special taste now that indicated she was reaching orgasm. I slowed my pace. She glared at me, but didn't spit out the handkerchief. I just grinned. Then, just as she was about to slip over into orgasm anyways, I picked up speed again. 

She practically exploded with delight. I drank in her power greedily as she came hard, shuddering and moaning with her eyes shut tight. She appeared to be incapable of voluntary movement, I noted as the handkerchief fell from between her lips. Perhaps I could use that. 

I shifted slightly to pin one of her legs. Not enough to truly trap her, but enough to keep her from disengaging herself swiftly as her orgasm ended. I used the brief period of struggle as she fought to get free to stimulate her more. Sensitive as she was after orgasm, it shouldn't take much to make her cum again. 

I was, however, just a bit too slow in getting her to orgasm. Anita pulled her leg free and stood. "Do that again, and I will make you pay," she snapped. 

"Yes, mistress," I said meekly. 

She snorted. "I will. Don't doubt it." 

She uncuffed my arms and my legs, and then withdrew a knife from her pack. 

"What's that for?" I asked, curious. 

"So Marian doesn't suspect," Anita explained as she drew the knife down her arm. 

"Ah. That makes-" Suddenly I froze. Something wasn't right. I heard a twanging sound. 

Anita

Saban froze. Then he moved in a blur, and suddenly, there was an arrow right in front of my eye, gripped between his thumb and forefinger. I gasped. Then Saban flung the arrow aside and pushed me to the ground. Another arrow buried itself in the tree behind me. 

"Can you protect yourself from arrows?" Saban snapped as an arrow buried itself in his shoulder. He blocked another with his hand. 

"Y- yes!" I stuttered, and began to form, in my mind, an arrow ward. 

"Then do so," he said. Another arrow lodged in his forearm. 

"I'm trying!" I snapped. "Give me a second." 

"It's not me you need to worry about," he warned, catching another arrow inches from my face. 

The arrow ward was complete in my mind. I said the words that would make it a reality. Fortunately, this one didn't required gesturing. The arrow ward sprang into being. The next few arrows bounced harmlessly off it. 

What to do next? If I moved, the arrow ward wouldn't move with me, but if I just stayed here, eventually I would run out of power, or my mind would be worn down by the effort, and the arrow ward would fall. What could I do? 

Duh. I ordered Saban, "Capture whoever is firing the arrows! You have my permission to shapeshift." 

Immediately he was off, blurring with speed. I wondered a bit why he didn't fight the command. If I died, he would be free. Perhaps he enjoyed feeding on me using sex that much. More likely, after all I had done to him, he was bent on killing me himself, slowly and painfully, and would not allow someone else to kill me first. 

Off in the underbrush, there was a brief, intense struggle. Then Saban came back, at a more sedate pace, carrying two men by the back of the neck, one in each hand. "That all of them?" I called. 

"Do you see any more arrows?" asked Saban. "That is all of them." 

I stood, dismissing the arrow ward. Saban threw the two men down at my feet. One tried to rise, but Saban pinned him under his heel. "If you know what's good for you, you will stay down," he told them both, sounding a bit bored. Then he looked at me. "Are you hurt?" 

I shook my head. "No."

"Good. What do you wish to do with them?" Saban asked. "Should we kill them now, or question them first?" One of the men moaned. Presumably he knew what sort of methods a demon might use to question. 

"No killing," I said firmly. "We'll bring them to the capital, where they will face the king's justice." 

Saban sighed. "You're no fun," he complained. "So should we take them back to the campsite, and Marian?" 

I froze. "Marian! Oh gods, I forgot about Marian!" Turning, I raced towards the campsite. 

"Wait!" Saban called. "Anita, wait!" 

"Come on!" I ordered. Seconds later, Saban blurred past me, and then slowed his pace to match mine so he was running just ahead of me. He still had an arrow in his shoulder, I noted, with the only part of my brain that was not panicking over what we might find at camp. 

As we neared the campsite, Saban stopped, almost making me crash into him. "What the hell?" I asked angrily as he grabbed me to prevent me from racing past him. 

"Let me go first, mistress," he pleaded in a whisper. "I'll make sure it's safe, and then I'll call you."

"Like hell!" I snapped. "Marian could be hurt! She could be dying!" And, besides, I trusted Saban about as far as I could throw him. He could be genuinely trying to protect me, for his own twisted purposes, or he could have some other scheme in mind. 

Saban hissed in annoyance, eyes flaring red. "You've given our position away anyways, with all this shouting. I suppose you might as well come along now. At least approach slowly."

"That I am willing to do," I agreed. Cautiously, we approached the camp. 

As we cleared the bushes, Marian looked up from the pot. "Good timing! Supper's just ready! What was all that shouting about?" 

I let out a sigh of relief. But we weren't out of the woods yet, so to speak. "Saban, search the surrounding woods for any more archers. Or anything else that might be a threat." I paused, remembering. "What did you do with the first two archers?" 

He shrugged. "What could I do? I couldn't race through the woods holding them, and your binding wouldn't let me kill them. Or even break both of their legs. I left them there." 

I sighed. "Go see if you can find them. But don't go so far you can't hear me if I call. And check the surrounding woods while you're at it. Subdue any threats, and bring them to me." 

He fought the order. "I think I ought to stay with you."

"I'll be fine. Once I activate them, the wards I set up will even keep out demons. That's why they took me so long," I said. "You can enter, and I can enter, and Marian can enter, but nothing else. Not even an insect."

He nodded. "Good." Then he trotted off into the thick underbrush. 

"What archers?" Marian wanted to know. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you,"I said. Or at least I'll tell you most of it, I thought. "But first let me set up the wards." 

Saban

I lay in the darkness, bound in chains, as per usual, and stewed over the escaped archers. If only Anita hadn't raced off when she did. If only I'd been allowed to kill or maim the archers. If only... I would have given a lot to know that they were safely dead. No one would steal my prey from me. No one. I looked over at Anita in her bedroll, wishing I was not bound, so I could guard her as she slept. 

No, no one would take her from me.



A Demon's Lust Ch. 05



Saban

"You will be on your best behavior tonight," Anita ordered me, trying not to move her lips as a maid carefully applied her makeup. "Understand?" 

"Yes, mistress," I replied in the appropriate subservient tone. And I would be on my best behavior, too. The happier I kept Anita, the more likely she was to reward me with a feeding. 

She really did look lovely tonight. Not as delicious as when she was naked, of course, but quite lovely, in an aesthetic sort of way. Her long, flowing dark blue dress, clinched tight at her usually nonexistent waist, was dotted with magical lights, giving the impression of a night sky covered in stars. Her figure, usually boyishly flat, now had curves, thanks to the careful artifice of whalebone and fabric. A small, magically lit tiara graced a hairstyle it had taken an hour with a hairdresser and some careful magic to achieve, and a glittering necklace pointed to the suggestion of breasts and lit delicate shoulder blades. Sparkling high heels were barely visible below the waterfall of skirt. Even her face, usually vaguely draconic in appearance, looked ladylike thanks to the heavy application of makeup. Her green eyes peered imperiously out from under magically lengthened eyelashes and a set of artfully disarrayed brown curls. 

Marian opened the door. Her dress was spring green, and a bit more revealing, mostly, I suspected, because it actually had something to reveal. Her hair and dress were covered in flowers, charmed not to wilt or fade, and several enchanted butterflies flew lazy circles around her. Her hair looked like she'd just gotten out of bed, a style, I suspected, that had taken even longer than Anita's to achieve. I could definitely sense a lot of magic holding it in place. 

I myself was wearing my usual tight black leather armor, today with the addition of a stylized sword I had been told not to use and a ridiculously rakish black hat. I sighed. Mortals. So concerned with appearances. 

The wizard behind the lights adorning my mistress, the flowers, the butterflies, the more subtle hair magics, and various small illusions peered in behind Marian. His name, I remembered, was Antoni. He was wearing purple and gold. "Almost ready?" he asked, nervously wringing his hands. "Bianca, please tell me you are not using that shade of eyeshadow." He bustled over to my mistress, shooing the maid away, and delicately wiped away the offending blue makeup.Then he began to apply something dark brown. "Much better," he said with satisfaction. "We are presenting my daughter at court this evening; we all must look our best. Thank you, again, for everything you have done for my little girl." 

"Dad," Marian sighed. "I'm not a little girl anymore." 

"Of course you're not, precious," said a voice from out in the hall. A women entered the room, and looked Anita and I critically up and down. "I don't see why the demon can't wear something more stylish. Also, she," the woman gestured to my mistress, "should be showing more cleavage." 

"She hasn't got any, dearest," explained Antoni. "And the demon should look impressive, not stylish." 

The woman huffed. "He could be impressive and stylish at the same time. Also, what is wrong with illusory cleavage?"

"I think he looks fine, Mom," Marian said. "And you know Dad can't ever get the bounce right." 

Before the woman could reply, Antita, eyeshadow finished, stood. "Lady Daya. A pleasure to see you. It's been, what, a year, since I saw you and Journeyman Antoni last?"

Lady Daya smiled. "Longer than that, Apprentice Anita. Sorry for my poor manners." 

"Not at all, my Lady," said Anita. "This is a trying time, after all. Your daughter's future is at stake." 

Not to mention her life, I thought. But to mention that would be rude. 

"Yes, very trying," replied the Lady. "I have been quite distraught." She dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, careful not to smudge her makeup. The pair of doves perched in her hair cooed. I wondered how they were kept from crapping all over her fake blond hairstyle. That would be tricky magic. 

As the polite discourse continued, they moved out of the room. Anita ordered me to follow. I did so, staying the prescribed two paces behind her. 

When we entered the ballroom, I was nearly overwhelmed by the lights, music, and color, not to mention the various spells about the room. Charmed animals were apparently all the rage with the ladies this season. One woman wore a long rodent of some kind draped around her shoulders. Another led a bear on a slender golden leash. And the charms on the animals were only the most obvious of the spells. I saw mage lights, and heatless flames. Illusions of all sorts concealed and altered. Protective spells were in evidence as well. Even the food was spelled, probably to keep it from spoiling, or, in some cases, melting, though who could tell with mortals. And in the center of all the magic and hubbub, wearing the most impressive set of protective spells I had ever seen, was the king. 

I followed as my mistress, Marian, and Marian's parents made their way over to the throne where King Hector lounged, eating a large turkey leg and drinking a cup of wine. As we approached, his jester said something to make him laugh. 

"Your majesty," Lady Daya said, curtsying. My mistress curtsied as well, as did her friend. Antoni bowed. 

"Bow, demon," Anita ordered in a whisper. I complied, not fighting the compulsion, but bending as little as possible all the same. 

"This is my daugher, the Apprentice Wizard Marian, and the Apprentice Wizard Anita," Lady Daya continued. "And you know my husband, of course, Journeyman Wizard Antoni." 

"Who's the young man?" King Hector asked, giving the group a cursory once over. 

"The demon Saban, your majesty," answered Anita. "My familiar." 

"Ah," said the king, looking back at his fool. The man did a trick, and the king laughed and clapped. "Can he hunt? Or do any tricks?" 

"He does what I tell him to, your majesty," replied my mistress. "I'm sure he'd make an excellent hunter. He has keen senses, and is skilled in combat."

"Oh, good," said the king distractedly as another group approached him. "Carry on, then. Enjoy the ball!" 

As my mistress's group walked away from the drunken fool of a king, Anita asked Lady Daya, "Why didn't you bring up the special dispensation?" 

"It doesn't do to rush things. We have time," the Lady responded. 

"Besides, he was drunk. He would have forgotten it by the end of the ball," Antoni said. "He's usually drunk," he added glumly. 

My mistress sighed. "I suppose we just circulate, then?" 

"And dance, and make merry," said Lady Daya. "Enjoy yourselves, like the king said." 

"But be careful not to muss your dresses or smudge your makeup!" added Antoni. 

Then Lady Daya spotted someone she knew, and led her husband away to talk to them, leaving my mistress with myself and Marian. For awhile the two hung out together, talking to various nobles of their age and daintily nibbling on delicacies. Then Anita spotted something. 

"Is that Lord Umbron?" she asked Marian. 

Marian giggled, and the noble ladies she had been talking to tittered. "I believe it is. You should go talk to him!" she said. 

Anita hesitated. "I thought he went to his family's estates." 

"He came back," one of the noble ladies offered. "About a month ago. Go talk to him!" 

"Yeah, go get him!" Marian chimed in. The other nobles offered various encouragements, some slightly suggestive. I growled, low in my throat. I wasn't sure why.

Anita smiled. "You're right. I should. It was nice talking to you all." 

And with that, she headed off towards Lord Umbron. 

A few minutes later I watched, unsure what to do, as Lord Umbron made out with my mistress on an empty balcony. Their lips were pressed together, and spread wide open. His hand wormed its way between their tightly pressed bodies to cup one of her breasts. I growled. He had no right! Why wasn't she stopping him?

Anita pulled back. "Stop that," she ordered, abruptly silencing me. I bared my teeth, unable to make any noise. My eyes glowed red. 

"Is he jealous?" the young lord asked incredulously. 

"No, he just tends to get like this sometime," she lied. "I've got to go. Meet me later, in my rooms?" 

The bastard smiled. "I thought you'd never ask." 

Anita towed me back towards her rooms. I fought her orders, snarling when I was able, and glaring when I wasn't. 

She shoved me into her room, and slammed the door. Instantly I was on her, pinning her to the door, pressing my lips to hers, and trying to capture her hands before-

I was abruptly pushed backwards by an invisible force. Anita clenched her fist, and I doubled over in pain. "Let me go!" I managed to snarl through clenched teeth. 

"No," my mistress said. "Turn around, and put your hands behind your back, or the pain gets worse." I turned, and presented my hands. She cuffed them, and my ankles, tightening the chain until I would not be able to walk, and could just barely stay balanced. Then she released me from the agony. 

I snarled, fought the chains, and fell over. With the shackles so tight, I was unable to get myself upright again. I lay there on the floor, feeling foolish. Humiliated. Betrayed. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Anita snapped. "You just tried to feed without my permission, you growled at Lord Umbron-" 

"You just barely met him!" I snarled. "You just met him, and you're kissing him, and letting him feel you up!" 

She sighed. "For one, I did not just barely meet him. He is a former lover of mine. For another," she said, clenching her fist again, making me whimper. "My sex life is not your personal property. You should be grateful I allow you to feed the way you do, not jealous of the men in my life. Is that clear?" She released me. 

I stayed silent. Why was I so angry? She had to feed me every day, as she'd promised, or I'd not longer be bound to obey her. And this Lord Umbron wouldn't stop her from feeding me the way I now preferred. So why did I want so desperately to rip out and devour his still beating heart? Was this... Jealousy? What did I have to be jealous of? 

If Lord Umbron were a demon, this would make sense. A demon might feed, stealing from my source of magic. But he was no demon. 

It would also make sense, in a way, if Lord Umbron were a threat to Anita's safety. I was now determined to keep her alive, in order to keep her for myself. But he was a simpering courtier, and not in any way a threat. So why did I feel so... 

"I said, is that clear?" Anita asked. 

"Yes, mistress," I murmured. But it was not clear at all. 

Anita

I loosened the chains around my demon's ankles, allowing him to walk. Then I led him to Marian's room. She had just gotten back, and was in the process of getting ready for bed. 

"Mind if I leave the demon in your room for the night?" I asked. Saban growled softly. "Stop that," I ordered. "We just discussed this. No growling." The demon stopped, but didn't look happy about it. 

"Sure. Just make sure to gag him so he doesn't keep me up all night," said Marian. "I take it things went well between you and Lord Umbron?" She smiled. 

I grinned back. "Oh, yeah. He's coming to my room later this evening." 

"Well, then, what are you waiting for?" Marian enthused. "Go get ready! Need to borrow any lingerie?" 

I laughed. "Like anything you own would fit me." 

She giggled. "You may have a point. Now, go!" 

I went. Back in my room, it took me awhile to get out of the dress and all the underclothes required to look good at a formal gathering. Then I had to carefully wash off the makeup, which, if left on, would just smudge, and undo my hairstyle, which wouldn't hold up during any strenuous activity anyways. I left on the necklace, for now, anyways, and fished some lacy panties out of my bags. I sighed. Most of my racier dresses and lingerie had been left at Rowan Castle, so this would have to do. 

There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" I asked, heart pounding. 

"It's me. Umbron. May I come in?" 

I hurriedly arranged myself on the bed, trying to look relaxed, and, at the same time, sexy. "Yes, you may." 

Lord Umbron opened the door. He looked me up and down, and smiled. "Anita. You look gorgeous. Good enough to eat." 

I stood, trying to look graceful, and, as he closed the door behind himself, and then knelt and began to undo his pants. As he took off his vest and shirt, I took his cock in my mouth, as deep as I could without gagging. He sighed, and leaned forward, pushing it just a little bit deeper. I coughed and pulled back. 

"Sorry," he apologized. I shrugged. No point in trying to talk with my mouth full. 

As I licked and sucked his dick, it grew hard, filling my mouth. I looked up at Umbron. He smiled down at me, eyes half closed. Then he pushed me off his erection, pulled me to my feet, and led me to the bed, kicking off his pants and shoes as he went. I lay down, and he knelt between my legs, pulling my panties down to expose my already damp pussy. "Wish you'd shave it," he commented. "Or at least trim it short. I hate getting hair in my mouth." Before I could reply, he pulled my pussy lips apart, grimaced, and began to lick. 

For some reason I thought of Saban, and how he seemed to love the task of licking me. Lord Umbron was just doing what was necessary to get me ready to fuck; I could tell, but Saban really liked the task. Of course, that was because he was feeding, but I remembered this morning, how he took a long, deep breath before beginning, as if to savor the smell. Would he enjoy it almost as much, I wondered, if he didn't feed? 

Lord Umbron pulled away with a relieved sigh. "Looks like you're ready," he said. "Mind if I'm on top?" 

"Not at all," I answered, smiling in anticipation. 

I moaned as he slid into me, spreading my pussy wide. Not a thick as Saban, but then, a shapeshifter could choose his dick shape. I pressed my lips to Umbron's neck, licking it. He shivered. "Keep doing that," he murmured. "Keep going." 

I pressed myself upward, the best I could, while he pushed himself down into me. We pulled apart, slightly, and then came together again. As we established a rhythm, I licked his neck harder, and gripped his ass in my hands to press him down harder into me. 

Umbron gripped my chin and pulled me away from his neck to kiss me. His tongue darted into my mouth, touching the tip of my tongue. I moaned in delight, and tried to wrap my tongue around his. One of his hands began to play with one of my nipples, and I shivered. And, all the while, he kept pounding me, first picking up his pace, and then slowing, and then speeding up again. 

I came first, and, as I whimpered and spasmed, he came, shooting his load into my pussy. Then we lay there for a moment, panting. He rolled off to lay beside me. "That was wonderful," he said. I nodded, but couldn't help thinking of how hard Saban could make me cum. 

"Mind if I spend the night?" Umbron asked. 

"Not at all," I answered, and we settled down to sleep.



A Demon's Lust Ch. 06



Saban

It was a bad night. As I lay there in Marian's room, tightly bound and gagged, visions of what must be going on in Anita's room paraded through my head. Maybe, at this very moment, that bastard was licking her pussy, and then kissing her with slightly damp lips. Perhaps she was riding on top of him, impaled on his cock. Maybe they were-

I tried to drown out the thoughts by imagining what I would do to this Lord Umbron if I ever got the chance. First I would break both his legs, so he couldn't run, and his arms, so he couldn't even crawl away. Then... For a while I was lost in my own dark thoughts. I would make Anita watch as I did this. The look of horror and revulsion on her face-

Wasn't satisfying at all, for some reason. Quite the opposite, actually. The idea of hurting her like that bothered me. Perhaps I would let her look away, if she liked, as I tortured her lover. In fact, perhaps I could do this while she was somewhere else entirely. And not tell her about it. Ever. 

I blinked in confusion. Revenge was a traditional demonic pastime, but, for some reason, the idea of avenging myself on her, my Anita, wasn't pleasing me, angry as I was with her. Why? In fact, why was I angry at all? She was just having sex. Why did that mean anything to me? But the idea of her touching him, and letting him touch her, made me livid, and, despite my rage, I didn't want to hurt Anita. At all. Ever. Why?

It was morning now. Marian woke up, and a servant brought her breakfast. I wondered if she would unchain me. Probably not. Not without Anita. 

Through the bond, I felt Anita approaching. When she got close enough, I could feel that she was angry. At Umbron, perhaps? The idea pleased me. 

The door opened, and Anita stalked in. "Marian? Do me a favor. Next time I decide to spend quality time with Lord Umbron, remind me what an arrogant prick he is." 

Marian looked up from her breakfast, startled. "I take it last night didn't go well?" 

Anita sighed. "Last night? Last night went fine. Last night was great." 

I felt a surge of rage as visions of what last night must have entailed danced in my head. My chains rattled as I fought them. 

Anita continued, "It's this morning that was the problem."

"So he spent the night? What happened this morning?" Marian gestured to her bed. "Sit down, eat something, and tell me all about it." 

Anita sat and grabbed a sweet roll. She took a bite. It seemed to calm her somewhat. "So, yeah, he spent the night. When we woke up this morning, he wanted to go again, so I said ok, and we were just getting started when a servant boy walked in with breakfast." She growled. "Umbron hit him."

"I wouldn't be happy if someone walked in on me, either," Marian commented, brow furrowed. 

"Well, the kid was just doing his job. Granted, he should have knocked, but I, personally, think hitting him hard enough to break his nose was a little uncalled for."

"You're right, that was a bit much, if all he did was open the door," Marian said. "I take it you gave Lord Umbron a piece of your mind? And he didn't take it well?"

"Yeah, pretty much. We ended up having what basically amounted to a really heated debate on peasant rights. He tried to prove his point by ordering the kid to suck his dick. I kicked him out of my room." 

"I can't blame you. Is the kid ok?" Marian asked. 

"Yeah. I took him down to the palace healers and paid for a full healing before I came here." Anita put her head in her hands. "You know what really bothers me though? About the whole thing? More than Lord Umbon, or anything else?" 

Marian put her hand on Anita's shoulder. "What?" 

"The kid was going to do it. Suck Umbron's cock." 

Sensible of him, I thought. The best way to deal with a more powerful being was to acquiesce. It was the driving force behind demon society, such as it was. 

"Marian, I just... Well, I don't know anymore. My parents, especially my father, brought me up to believe that everyone is equal. Some people are born with more money, or power, but that doesn't... That doesn't change the fundamental personness of a person. You know?" Anita sighed. "Am I actually making any sense?" 

Not really, I thought. 

Marian nodded. "I get you. It's like you always say, what a person is capable of doesn't define who they are." 

Anita nodded. "Exactly. And I understand it when people like Umbron think they're better, more important, than other people. It's kind of, like, natural, for a person to think like that. I hate it, but I understand. What I don't get, what bothers me, is when other people believe people like Umbron, believe that he's on top, and they're on bottom, and stuff. It just..." Anita shook her head. "It doesn't make sense to me. Humbleness? Like the reverse of pride, or maybe just a different kind of pride, or something like that."

Marian gave her a quick hug. "I know. I grew up a noble, remember? You see a lot of that sort of class consciousness in servants. I never did get it myself. But it's how people are. And you can't change that." 

Anita looked thoughtful for a second, and then shook her head. "No. No, you can't change how people are. Even if you could, it wouldn't be right. Even if it would fix things." 

Mortals. So sentimental, I thought. So hung up on guilt and what was 'right.' But I wouldn't have them any other way. It made them so much easier to manipulate. 

Anita looked down at me. "Did he keep you awake at all?" 

Marian shook her head. "Quiet as a temple mouse." 

"Good. So, what are the plans for the day?" 

Anita

I yawned, exhausted, as I handed my reins to a stablehand. I hated hunting. I really, really hated hunting. If it were anything less than my best friend's life on the line, or if the king hadn't been attending the hunt, I would have made an excuse not to come. On the plus side, Saban had been a sight to see, with his perfect ass, running down a stag, and bringing it back to throw at the feet of my horse. And his impressive performance had led the king, mostly sober for once, to seek me out and chat with me. I had been able to mention the matter of Marian's special dispensation, and he had promised to look into it. I looked over to my familiar. "You've earned your feeding this evening, demon." 

His eyes gleamed. "Does that mean-" 

"Yes. When we get to the room," I promised as I smiled as waved at Marian and her parents. They were having a private family dinner this evening. 

I stopped by the kitchens to grab some dinner. Might as well save the servants the trip. Then I headed up to my room, with my demon behind me. 

I closed and magically sealed the door, and then turned to my familiar. "You know the drill," I told him. "Turn around with your hands behind you." Grudgingly, he obeyed. 

Once I had chained his wrists and ankles, I made him lie down on the bed. He acquiesced readily, eyes gleaming. Somehow I was no longer so tired as I had been immediately after the hunt. 

Mounting Saban on a bed, as opposed to in the woods, felt different. More intimate. It made me a little nervous as I lowered myself onto Saban's face. As he began to lick me, I closed my eyes. His rough penetration of my pussy with his tongue, combined with his continual attention to my clit, made me moan. I was ready very quickly indeed, but I waited a bit longer, until I was almost about to cum, to disengage myself from his tongue. 

As I lifted myself away from Saban's busy mouth, he growled and fought his restraints, trying to follow me. "Calm down," I told him. "I'm not ending the feeding. I'm just moving." Saban quieted. 

With a quiver of pure pleasure, I began to lower myself onto the demon's cock. He immediately thrust upward, filling me completely. I yelped in surprise, and then yelped again as he immediately began to move within me at an almost painful pace. With a shudder and a cry, I began to cum. 

Abruptly there was a snapping noise, and then another. Before I could wonder what it was, before I could even come out of my orgasm, Saban's hands were out from behind his back. 

One swiftly captured both my wrists. With the other, Saban grabbed me by the hair and forced my mouth, still open in an orgasmic yell, against his. His tongue quickly surged between my lips, preventing me from speaking. 

As I began to come down from the high of orgasm, I was flipped over on my back so Saban was on top of me, pinning me down. He tangled his legs around mine, preventing me from kicking. I began thrash frantically, trying to get free. With my wrists caught, and my mouth full of Saban's tongue, there was little I could do. I began to form a spell in my mind, one that wouldn't require gesture or voice, to send Saban flying across the room. 

However, Saban was making it very difficult to concentrate. The way his tongue moved against mine, and the pressure against my clit, were very distracting. When he began to gyrate his hips against mine, moving his cock within me, I almost lost the spell. And I would lose the spell if he kept this up. I was going to... I was gonna... 

I came. My scream was muffled, and my movements confined, but I was cumming all the same. I lost the spell. Panic, oddly enough, added fuel to the fire, lengthening my orgasm. "Mmmmmmmm!"

When the overwhelming pleasure finally subsided, I began to form the spell again. This would be my last chance. My power reserves were low. Next time I came, Saban would drain my magic dry. I would be helpless. The binding on him that kept him from harming me would break. I had no doubt he would start draining my life force then, as slowly as he knew how. When that was gone, I would die. 

I was fighting to form the spell, and, at the same time, fighting to force down the growing heat in my nether regions as Saban stimulated me mercilessly. He wasn't taking much magic, oddly enough. Probably waiting for the big finish. I whimpered as he pulled out of me to rub the tip of his cock against my clit. I didn't have much longer. 

Fortunately, I didn't need much longer. I unleashed the spell, and Saban went flying across the room to slam against the opposite wall. "Freeze!" I ordered him. He fought to move, to come pin me down once more. I glared at him. After what felt like an eternity of mental struggle, he stopped fighting, and lay frozen on the floor. 

I stood, ignoring the parts of me longing for another orgasm. The remains of Saban's chains lay on the bed. They, and the spell that reinforced them, were shredded. I shuddered. If I had been just a bit slower in forming the telekinesis spell... But I hadn't been. And that was what mattered. 

I clenched my fist. Saban, still unable to move, moaned. "Thanks to that little stunt," I told him, "I am never, ever going to let you bring me to orgasm again. You will still be allowed to feed by pleasuring me, but you will never, ever taste my magic as I cum again. This isn't just a punishment. It's a natural consequence. I no longer feel safe letting you make me cum. Are we clear?" I released Saban. 

He sighed in relief as the pain subsided. "I understand," he said. He looked up at me. "You will regret it."

"I would regret it a lot more if you'd managed to kill me," I told him evenly. 

"I wasn't-" Saban began. I clenched my fist. He whimpered once, and was silent. I released him. 

"As I have said before, never, ever lie to me," I told him. "You might not have been planning to kill me immediately, but you would have eventually gotten around to it." 

Saban

It was useless to protest that I would never dream of hurting her. She wouldn't believe it. Hell, I had a hard time believing it myself sometimes. I wasn't sure exactly what I had planned on doing once I had drained all of Anita's magic, but I wouldn't have touched her lifeforce.

Anita informed me that we were leaving the capital tonight, and bound me in a spare set of chains as she began to pack. I could tell by the way she was looking at me that she was expecting me to break these, too. And I could have, if I'd wanted. Now that I'd broken the chain spell once, I knew where it was weak, and could break it again much more easily. But I didn't want to. Not right now. It would serve no purpose. 

I remembered the sudden sense of freedom as I had broken the chains that first time, and then the surge of joy as the other set broke as well. I remembered the feeling of Anita, fully in my power, thrashing beneath me in a mixture of fear and pleasure. And, best of all, I remembered the taste of her magic as I forced her to cum. 

I also remembered how much weaker the other set of chains had gotten once I had broken the first. Was that suppose to happen? My knowledge of the more intricate aspects of magic was limited, but I knew some. A spell like that would be crafted so that, if one part failed, the other would get stronger as the remains of the first part reinforced the second. 

This seemed like something Anita should know. "Mistress-" I began. 

Anita silenced me with a glare and a partially clenched fist. "I'd really rather not talk to you right now. If you know what's good for you, you'll be quiet."

"It's important," I insisted. 

"It had better be," my mistress warned. 

"The set of chains around my arms were easier to break once I broke the ones around my legs," I informed her. "Is that important enough for you?" 

Anita went to examine the shackles where they lay on the bed. Her eyes glowed briefly as she examined the spell in more detail. She turned pale. "Fuck." She turned to me, suspicion in her eyes. "Why are you telling me this?" 

I shrugged as best I could from my position on the floor. "It seemed like something you ought to know." 

She examined the chains I was wearing, eyes glowing once more. I considered breaking free and overpowering her, then and there, but decided against it. Her power flexed, and suddenly the chains were just a bit more difficult to get out of. I would still be able to do it, but it would take a little more time and effort. 

"The chains were sabotaged," she told me, still suspicious. "Very subtly. I wouldn't have known if you hadn't told me what to look for. Why?" 

"Why does anyone sabotage something like this?" I asked. "They wanted you dead." 

"I know that. What I want to know is, why warn me about the sabotaged chains? What's in it for you? It seems a little counterproductive, you telling me this," she said, eyes narrowed. 

I met her gazed. "It seemed like something you ought to know," I repeated. In truth, it was all about lulling her into a false sense of security. Well, mostly about that. Partially. A little. It was mostly because some part of me honestly felt I ought to tell her things like this. It was... An odd feeling. 

Anita sighed. "Whatever your game is, it won't work, demon. But enough of this. I have packing to do." 

As I watched her pack, I wondered what would happen, what she would do, if she found out I was a demon lord. I imagined her look of panic, horror, and regret. She would immediately dismiss me, of course. When she first summoned me, that was all I wanted. Then I wanted to stick around to get my revenge, and being dismissed would have been irritating. And now... Now the idea of her dismissing me sent a jolt of panic through my mind. I didn't want to leave her. I wanted to be with her, to have and to hold her, to protect her. If she ever found out what I really was...



A Demon's Lust Ch. 07



Anita

As I was finishing my packing later that evening, Marian entered my room. She looked at my packs, almost ready to go on the bed, and frowned. 

"You're leaving? Why?" she asked. 

I looked up from the dress I was carefully folding. "I wanted to study earlier, so I chained up the demon," I lied. "He... he managed to break the chains." 

Marian shuddered. "What happened? Are you ok?" 

"Don't worry, I'm fine," I told her, deciding not to mention my decidedly low power reserves. Those would recover soon enough. 

"Why are you leaving? You have backup chains, right?" Marian asked. 

"Who's to say he won't break those?" I replied. 

"I'm sorry, Marian, but I've got to go back to Rowan. I've got to be able to cage him, as well as chain him, next time I sleep. Who knows what he might do if he breaks free when I'm not able to get him back under control?" I finished the folding the dress and carefully inserted it into my bag. I was officially packed. 

"But the trials..." Marian looked scared. My heart broke. 

"You'll have to convince the king on your own," I said quietly. "I'm sorry." 

Marian shook her head. "Don't be. Just get back home safe. Ok?" 

I nodded. "Ok." 

"So you won't be sleeping the next few days as you travel?" Marian asked. When I nodded, she said, "I'll get you some of my keep awake herbal tea." She smiled. "Remember that assignment? Mine was so strong it kept the test subject awake for two days, and he only had one cup." 

I sniggered. "And I started a fire trying to enchant the leaves they gave us. I remember. I almost failed that class." 

"My tea's probably lost a bit of potency now, but still, be careful," Marian said. "A cup a day should probably be enough."

I nodded. "You should go get it. I'd like to leave by sunset." 

Saban

As the sun rose the next day, my mistress and I were on the road once more. I could tell she wanted to hurry, but she kept to a relatively slow pace. Probably worried about the horse. After all, it had only gotten to the capital recently, so it hadn't had much time to rest. 

I was... Uneasy. To defend herself on the road, Anita needed to be able to use magic, but her power reserves were dangerously low, and she wouldn't rest to restore them out of fear of what I might do while she slept. I had tried to convince her to rest while at the palace, but I could barely believe my feelings for her myself. How could I expect her to believe in them? And my aversion to hurting her didn't exactly apply to other mortals, so maybe she was right not to trust me. 

We came to a fork in the road that evening. Well, sort of a fork. One path, the one we had arrived by, was well traveled, with deep ruts left by wagons and lots of hoofprints, and the other was barely a path at all. There was a sign denoting the well traveled path as the Rowan Way, and the grass covered trail as the Cendan Border Road. My mistress stopped, chewed on her lip for a bit, and then took the less traveled side of the fork. I grabbed her horse's bridle. "Shouldn't we be going the other way?" 

She looked down at me impatiently. "This is a shortcut. Let go of the bridle." 

I knew a bit about Cendan from the memories I had acquired during the summoning and pledge. It was a rocky country with poor soil, forever raiding its neighbors for supplies. Its capital city was the interesting part. It apparently had a portal to my world, the demonrealm, in a large temple there. Sacrifices, usually captives from raids, were thrown in, and demons came out. Or, at least, they use to. I seemed to remember that, while the priests of Cendan still summoned demons regularly, the portal had been quiet for about 200 years or so. I wondered idly who this demon lord was, and why he or she wasn't taking advantage of such a useful thing. The moral population believed that the demon lord had lost interest. I doubted that. No demon lost interest in potential power. 

I was also wondering what my mistress thought she was doing. "If it's a shortcut, why is it so little used?" 

My mistress snorted. "Because it's considered dangerous. I, however, am a wizard. I can take a few wild lesser demons. Now, shut up and let go!" 

Not with low power reserves you can't, I thought as I was forced to obey. She was probably doing this because she wanted me in a cage as soon as possible. I hated that my actions were causing her to take risks like this. 

The first hour or so was uneventful. Then we entered the forest. Soon, a thick canopy of leaves blocked out the meager light of the moon and stars. My mistress summoned a light. It was very dim, barely enough for her horse to see where it was going. Fortunately, I had good eyes, and could see well in the dark. 

We stopped for a rest an hour later, and my mistress kindled a fire so she could have a cup of keep awake tea. I noticed that she used a flint and steel, not her magic. Her reserves were very low indeed. I felt a bit guilty. 

I protested a bit when she chained me up and gagged me. "I want to relax awhile," Anita impatiently explained. "And I can't do that while you're loose. Or talking."

Because of the gag, I was unable to warn her when I felt another demon approach. It was a lesser demon, moving quickly. I began to fight the restraints. I could break free, but could I break free in time? 

Anita

I was just starting to drink my tea when the demon began to thrash. I groaned. "Stop that," I ordered without looking over. 

He was fighting my orders much harder than normal. I was just beginning to wonder why he was so frantic when, suddenly, I was encased in a translucent, sticky net. Before I could begin to cast a spell, before I could even think about what to cast, a giant spider was on top of me. My horse panicked, pulling free of its tether and bolting. I couldn't blame it. The spider was bigger than it was. 

The webbing the spider began to loop around me was thin, but strong. Soon I was too encased in webbing to gesture or speak. As the spider bared its fangs, I began to form a fireball in my mind. I hoped it would be enough. 

As the spider's fangs sank into my arm, I felt a sharp pain. Then, seconds later, all thought of fighting back faded from my mind as waves of bliss washed over me. I smiled.

Saban

As the spider attacked, Anita's command faded from my mind, and I renewed my struggle against the shackles. Soon she was encased in webbing. When the spider bit her, I began to panic. I knew of this breed of lesser demon. The real danger was its venom. Anita smiled woozily up at the spider, and I knew it was up to me to save her from whatever it decided to do to her. If it was a female, it might... I growled at the thought. 

Anita

The spider pulled its webbing away from my crotch, and ripped through my traveling pants like a kid opening a present. I continued to grin. Whatever she wanted was ok with me. When my loins were bare, the spider began to insert its egg laying thingy... Its ovipositor into my pussy. My smile broadened. I was going to be a mommy. 

Her member was thicker than Saban's, but, oddly, it didn't hurt. It just sent waves of shuddering pleasure through my body. I moaned, and arched up toward my lover as best I could while bound in webbing. The ovipositor went in deeper and deeper. The spider shuddered, and I felt warm liquid gush into me. I closed my eyes and sighed happily. 

Soon after the first egg, big around as a man's fist, began to make its way down the tube. As it shoved its way into my pussy, past my dilated cervix, and into my womb, I came, hard. It was magnificent. I never knew I could feel this good. I had just come out of the orgasm and was blinking dizzily up at her, the spider, the source of my pleasure when the second egg entered me. I came again. And again. And again. And again. 

Saban

I fought helplessly, growling, as the spider began to fill my Anita with its eggs. She came each time one entered her womb, though it should have hurt like hell to have something that big stuffed into her. The eggs came faster and faster, until she was basically having one continuous orgasm. My eyes glowed red. 

Soon her belly began to bulge with the intruders. Still the eggs kept coming, and still I couldn't break free. I focused my efforts on the shackles around my legs. When they finally snapped, Anita looked 9 months pregnant. The spider began to withdraw its ovipositor from her thrashing form.

I awkwardly maneuvered myself to my feet, and charged the spider. My head rammed into its abdomen. It squealed, and tried to wrap me with webbing, but I was stronger than its webs. I heatbutted it again. It squealed again, and began to retreat, attempting to take Anita with it. I was not about to let that happen. 

The shackles around my wrist, weakened by my long struggle, finally gave way. I materialized a sword in one of my hands, and plunged it into the creature's abdomen. The spider screamed as I split it open. Eggs and ichor gushed from the wound. I shoved Anita away from the rush of acidic blood, and shielded her with my body. Patches of my skin dissolved away in the flow, and then grew back almost instantly as I healed. 

In a last ditch effort to survive, the spider tried to bite. I blocked with my arm. One of its fangs sank into, and through, my hand. I gripped the fang, and ripped it out, unleashing another rush of blood. I plunged the fang into one of its eyes, and my sword into another. The spider stumbled back. It twitched madly, then fell over on its back, dead. 

I turned to Anita. Carefully, I removed the spider's silk from her. She blinked up at me, confused, and then smiled as I carefully inserted my hand into her pussy. Her cervix, which had been dilated by the liquid the spider released into her pussy, was already beginning to close. I doubted I could remove an egg without seriously tearing something. Not with these large, clumsy hands. I removed the gag. 

"Anita," I told her gently, "I need you to do something for me."

"Mmmmmmm..." Anita slurred. "Where did the spider go?"

"Anita, I need to remove these eggs," I insisted. 

"I like the eggs," Anita murmured. "They feel nice. Saban? Why are you so worried?" 

"I'm worried because, when your cervix closes and the egg fluid dries, it will be nearly impossible to get the eggs out. Then, pretty soon, as the painkiller wears off, they won't feel so nice. And then they'll hatch, and-" 

"And I'll be a mommy," Anita sighed happily. 

"No, they'll eat their way out from the inside, and you'll die. These eggs will kill you, Anita!" I was close to yelling. 

Anita closed her eyes. Her breathing began to deepen.

"Anita. Snap out of it." I was close to panicking now. "You're a wizard. Snap out of it!"

I slapped her. Not with my full strength, of course. It was a human level slap. It was enough, however, to bring her out of her stupor. 

"Wha-" Anita blinked. "Saban?" 

"Anita," I said. "Listen to me. I need you to allow me to shapeshift. Ok?"

Anita's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why? What happened? What did you do?" 

"You got attacked by a Demon Spider," I explained, guiding her head to look down at her bulging stomach. "It laid eggs in you. Remember?" 

Anita turned pale. "Saban-" 

I covered her mouth. "No, listen to me. I need you to allow me to shapeshift. Ok? We have to remove the eggs now." I lifted my hand.

Anita swallowed. "You have my permission to shapeshift." 

"Good girl," I said. I shifted one of my hands into a slender tentacle, and reached into Anita's pussy. 

At first I thought that I was too late, that her cervix had closed, but then I found the opening. It was still just barely dilated enough. Quickly, but carefully, I extracted an egg. Then another. Soon her stomach was just stretched, not bulging. But her cervix was still closing, and I hadn't gotten all the eggs out. The next one made Anita wince. 

"Painkiller wearing off?" I asked. 

"Keep going," she ordered. 

After that each egg removal got progressively more painful as her body remembered that being stretched like this wasn't a good thing. Anita bit her lip until it bled. "No one will think less of you if you cry," I told her. 

"Shut up," she ordered through clenched teeth, and I had no choice but to be silent. 

I was beginning to wonder if I would finish before the size of her cervix opening made removing the eggs unfeasible. I was having to carefully pop each egg free now. Despite herself, Anita was starting to cry. 

I was reaching for another egg when I realized that this was the last one. I was going to make it, I realized with relief. This one, though, came out a bit bloody as her cervix tore, just a little. Anita screamed, and then began to weep, losing her hold on the command preventing me from speaking. I pulled her into my lap and made soothing noises. "It's over now. You're ok." 

Anita stopped crying abruptly. She looked up at me suspiciously. "Why?"

"Why what?" I murmured, lightly kissing her on the forehead. 

"Why save me? Why not feed while I was in pain? Or while I was euphoric? Why in the hell are you being so nice!" Her last question was closer to an exclamation than a question. 

She tried to stand. I tried to stop her. "Let me up!" she ordered, and I obeyed. As she stood, wincing, she told me to go find the horse. This command I fought. I didn't want to leave her alone. 

"Aren't most lesser demons territorial?" Anita snapped. "Particularly the animal like ones? What are the odds of another being near by?" 

She had a point. I reluctantly went to fetch her horse. It wasn't a particularly flighty animal, and had been trained to tolerate demons, so it hadn't gone far. When I got it back, Anita didn't let me help her mount up. She didn't even let me touch her. It was... Irksome. I had just saved her life, after all. 

We reached the town surrounding Rowan Castle around dawn. Apparently the Cendan Border Road really was a shortcut. By then, Anita looked a bit less suspicious. More smug. 

"I really did a number on you, didn't I?" she asked abruptly, as we walked through the gate, past the sleepy guards, and into the empty town. 

"Excuse me?" I responded, looking up at her. 

"The binding. I did a really good job. That's why you saved me, isn't it?" she queried, sounding very proud of herself indeed. "It's the only logical reason." 

She would never believe the real reason. It was far, far from logical. Reluctantly, I nodded. 

"So you couldn't have actually done anything to break the binding back at the palace, when you overpowered me. That would put me in danger, and you're not allowed to endanger me. I was perfectly safe the whole time," she said. 

And why shouldn't she be proud of herself? I wondered. Why shouldn't I give her this moment of satisfaction? "Yes, mistress," I pretended to admit. "While I did greatly enjoy your fear, you were never in danger." That at least was true. I did enjoy her fear, a bit, and she was really never in any danger.

I looked up at her hopefully. "Does this mean I will be allowed to bring you to orgasm again?" 

She considered it. "Not immediately. You still need to be punished so you learn to behave. But, eventually, yes, you will." 

And, suddenly, everything was alright in my world. Anita was safe, and she, believing her binding kept me from mischief, would allow me greater freedom in the future. And, best of all, I could make her cum again. Well, I would be able to eventually. I was a patient demon. I could wait.



A Demon's Lust Ch. 08



Anita

My belly aching and heavy with eggs, I struggled to stand, but was unable to do more than flop about uselessly, bound as I was in spider silk. I looked imploringly up at Saban. He was bent over me, hand resting lightly on my cheek, feeding on my pain and terror. He laughed and, leaning close, he began to whisper in my ear, describing exactly what would happen when the eggs began to hatch. I whimpered, helpless and frightened. Behind him, the spider lay, bleeding and twitching feebly. 

With a gasp, I awoke, drenched in sweat and tangled up in my sheets. Automatically, the lights came on. I was in my room at Rowan Castle, in my own bed. Safe. Thanks to Saban, the spider was dead, and the eggs were gone. 

I managed to rip the damp sheets as I fought my way out of the tangle. Soon, though, I was sitting naked in the middle of the bed. I drew my legs to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. 

My nightmare was no surprise, not with what had happened on the way back from the capital. What was surprising was that real life hadn't ended in exactly the same way. Saban was a demon. Looking out for number one at the expense of others was what being a demon was all about. And yet, in real life, Saban had saved me from the demonic spider, and removed the eggs, all without taking advantage of my weakened stated in any way. Killing the spider made sense; the binding would force him to protect me. Afterwards, however... 

Afterwards, I would have been bound in spider silk, helpless. The silk and the eggs were too indirect a threat to trigger the binding. Saban would have been free to feed as he wished. Instead, he had gone out of his way to save me. 

The only logical reason for him to act like he had was the binding. It must be stronger, and more sensitive, than any binding ever laid before. However, in the testing I had done since arriving at Rowan Castle, I had seen no evidence of that. No evidence, that is, aside from Saban's undeniable actions in the forest. And even then... 

In the forest, Saban hadn't acted compelled to save me. He had acted concerned. Gentle. Kind. No level of binding would explain that. Perhaps the binding had forced him to save me, and he had been trying to manipulate me into thinking otherwise? No, that didn't make sense either. Saban had admitted, when asked, that the binding was what had made him save me. Or, rather, I thought he had until the test results had picked up no evidence of an unusually strong binding. Had he been lying? Why? 

I sighed, and glanced over at my demon in his cage. He looked back at me. Between the noise and my fear, the nightmare would have awoken him. He looked concerned, and was shifting uneasily in his chains, not quite fighting them, but close. 

Knowing it was silly, and wondering why I was doing this, I told him, "Go back to sleep. I'm fine." 

He gave me a disbelieving look, and held up his hands in an obvious request for me to unchain him. 

"No," I told him. "I'm fine." 

He glared at me. 

I pointedly turned my back to him. Fishing a book on demon bindings out of the stack on the bedside table, I began to read. 

Saban

Angry now, and mildly concerned, I fought the chains. Soon, however, I had to admit that, when combined with the cage, the chains wouldn't be breaking anytime soon. Then I just sat on the cage floor and sulked. 

I hadn't realized there were ways to test a binding, aside from viewing its effects, when I had lied about why I saved Anita. After a long nap, she had spent significant time testing the bindings on me, and was now thoroughly puzzled. I saved you because I love you, I wanted to say. But I couldn't. For one, was it even true? What was love, when you got right down to it? I felt possessive. Protective. I wanted to hold her, to please her. To just sit and talk to her. But was that love? 

For another, she would never, ever believe me. And what if she did believe me? What would she do then? I knew her well enough to know that things she couldn't explain freaked her out. Would my revelation, if she believed it, freak her out enough that she would dismiss me? The idea of being dismissed filled me with despair. Odds were high that, if she dismissed me, I would never ever see her again. And that was unthinkable. 

Anita

I awoke to the sound of the morning bell. Blinking blearily, I wondered why I was at my desk, with my cheek plastered against the page of a book, instead of in bed. Then I remembered. I glared over at my demon. "You," I informed him, "Might just be more trouble than you're worth." 

I decided to feed him this morning, instead of in the evening. For one, that meant I could spend my evening in uninterrupted study. For another, I was rather horny. Without bothering to dress, I unlocked the cage. "Get out and kneel," I told him. 

When he was kneeling before me, and I had removed his gag, I spread my pussy lips, pulling aside the hair to reveal pink flesh. Before he could do much more than lean forward, I raised a hand. "Wait," I told him. "When I ask you to, not a second before." For a moment, we just waited. For once, the demon didn't appear angry about being stopped. He looked content to wait as long as I required. Finally I nodded. "You may begin." 

Instantly his nose was pressed up against me as his tongue delved deep. I gasped as it rubbed against my clit, and then pressed my g-spot, both with pinpoint accuracy. Soon I was swaying gently. I gripped the cage to keep myself upright. He pulled back just a little, and blew on my engorged clit. I shivered. I was close. "Ok, that's enough," I gasped. "Get back in the cage." 

Saban's eyes widened. "But I-"

I shoved the gag back into his mouth, and swiftly secured it before he could force it out. "You heard me. Get back in the cage," I ordered. He didn't move. For a moment, as my head began to ache, I wondered if I could force him to obey. In the end, however, he broke first. As he settled onto the floor of his little cell, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Then I fished my vibration stone out of a drawer. 

Saban

She had been close. I had felt it. But, it appeared she was not kidding when she said it would be some time before I would be allowed to bring her to orgasm again. I wondered how long she could keep her vow. Lust was, after all, a kind of hunger. It would build and build until- I blinked as she fished a rock out of a drawer. It had a number of runes carved into it, and was obviously charged with magic. It didn't look like a light stone, and, anyways, the room was already bright enough. What was it, then? And what could she want it for? 

I got my answer quickly enough. Anita laid down on the bed, closed her eyes, and activated the stone. It began to vibrate. She pressed the vibrating stone up against her clit, and moaned softly. 

My first reaction was fascination. Who knew simple vibration would have such an effect on her? I vowed, then and there, to give it a try myself when the binding inevitably broke, and she was in my power. I could vibrate much, much harder and faster than that little stone if I put my mind to it. 

My second reaction, as her moans turned into pleased gasps, was rage. How dare she? How dare she replace me with- with a rock! My eyes flared red, and I fought the chains, but she didn't even notice. She was close now. I could feel it through the bond created by the pledge. She was close, and I wasn't the one bringing her there, bringing her to orgasm. Jealousy flared within me. I imagined, with great pleasure, crushing that little palm sized stone. 

Then Anita came. The bars of my cage crumpled within my grasp as I fought to be free, free to touch her, free to feed. Unfortunately, while I could mangle the bars, I could not force them apart enough to let myself out, and I could not break the chains. Furious, but impotent, I stewed silently as she came down from the high of orgasm. 

Anita opened her eyes. She blinked once, and then focused on the bent bars of the cage. She glared at me. "Did you really have to do that? I'm going to have to spend all evening getting them, and the spell, back into shape."

I schooled my own glare into an imploring plea, and then held up my cuffed hands. 

Anita sighed. "I suppose, although I am tempted to let you just sit there after you damaged the cage." Standing, she added, "I will need your protection today, after all. If Trev could manage two attempts on my life- the archers and your faulty manacles- while I was away, who knows what he'll try now that I'm back."

Let him try, I thought, remembering what I'd heard about this rival of Anita's. He cannot stand against a demon lord for long. And, I added in the privacy of my own mind, neither can you, my dear. 

Anita

Aside from another combat practice, which Saban again ended almost before it had begun, the next two weeks were uneventful. My worry for Marian was steadily increasing. She didn't have much time left before the trials. In fact, I realized as I woke the morning of the fourteenth day, the trials were five days away. Marian would need to start for home today with or without her journeyman status. If she didn't arrive before the trials, the master wizards might declare her rogue, and rogue wizards, ones who didn't obey the Council of Masters and the King, were killed on sight. I decided to contact her by mirror. If she hadn't gotten her journeyman status from the king, we would need to discuss our next step. It could be that the risk of being declared rogue was the lesser of two evils. 

After dressing, I sat in front of the large mirror on my vanity. After incanting a short spell, I leaned forward and breathed on it. The entire surface immediately fogged up. "Marian Dayasauder," I whispered to the mirror. The fog cleared to show the underside of the lid of Marian's handheld mirror. I sighed, and, with a gesture, increased the volume of her side of the connection. "Marian!" I called. "Marian!" 

The lid lifted, revealing a close up of Marian's nose. "Pull back so I can see your whole face, please," I requested. 

"Only if you turn down the volume," she countered. 

"Can't you?" I asked. 

"I never got the hang of the mirror spell," Marian admitted. "Please?" 

With a gesture, I lowered the volume. "Better?" I asked.

Marian set the mirror down where I could see her whole face, albeit at an angle. "Much better," she said. "So I see you got home safely." Now she sounded a bit piqued. 

I winced. "Sorry, I forgot to mirror you then."

"But I see you remembered now that it's time for me to head home?" Marian pointed out, still annoyed. 

"I'm sorry, I was just worried-" I began. 

"So was I!" Marian snapped. "It's been over two weeks!" 

"Marian, I'm so, so sorry," I apologized frantically. Marian being angry was like a sheep salvaging a wolf. It happened, rarely, but it was always a shock when it did. "Is there any way I can make it up to you?" 

"Next time, mirror me!" she snapped. 

"Okay, okay, I promise I will!" I said. There was a pause. "Better?" I asked. 

Marian sighed. "Much. Just so you know, I didn't spend the whole two plus weeks worrying. Papa contacted the council for me." 

"Good," I said, relived. "Now about your journeyman status-" 

"Oh, I got that a week ago," she said, shrugging. 

"Marian!" Now it was my turn to be annoyed. Then my mouth quirked up in the corner. "I suppose turnaround is fair play." 

Marian grinned. "Yes, it is. So, other than alive, how have you been?" 

Marian wasn't the only one making the journey from the capital to Rowan Castle. People had been arriving for a week now, filling the inns and the taverns surrounding the castle, as well as the castle's guest quarters. The Trials were always well attended. In fact, the day before Marian was due, the king himself arrived with his entourage of servants, courtiers, and knights and settled into the royal quarters in Rowan, as well as half the guest rooms. Everyone enjoyed the trials. Well, everyone except for the prospective journeyman wizards. 

The morning of the trials, as I entered the hall, I could have picked out the 12th level apprentices by their pale faces alone. None of them were eating much. Even Trev was barely picking at his food. I sat with Saban beside me, and just looked at the plate of bacon and eggs Marian pushed in front of me. 

"You need to eat," she admonished when she saw me staring at my food. "You'll need your strength." 

I pushed a piece of egg around with my fork. "Marian... " I started. 

She looked up. "Yes?" 

I sighed. "Nevermind. Just, I can't eat."

She looked at me, concerned. "Are you feeling well? Perhaps I should-" She reached toward my forehead, hands glowing. 

I dodged the diagnostic spell. If I was ill, it wouldn't do me any good to know about it. It wouldn't get me out of the trials, and even Marian couldn't cure me quickly enough. Besides, it didn't feel ill. Not exactly. "I'm fine," I insisted. "I just don't feel like eating."

Saban looked concerned. He opened his mouth as if to speak, and then closed it again. 

"Why not?" Marian asked, brow furrowed. 

"Marian..." I felt like I was going to cry. "The thing is, if everything goes as planned today, I'm going to kill someone."

"Yes, you'll kill Trev," Marian said, with a certain amount of satisfaction. "They already put up the lists of matchups. Not that there was ever any doubt you two would be fighting." 

"But I don't want to kill him. I don't want to kill anyone." The faint whine in my voice, as I fought not to cry, irritated me. I sounded weak. 

Marian took my hand. "He's a bad man, Anita. Very bad. He's tried to kill you three times over the last month, and you know he's killed others. I, at least, won't mourn him." 

I sighed. "I know. But-" 

I stopped as Saban bent over my plate, frowning. He sniffed my food. 

"What is it?" Marian asked brow furrowed. 

"Poison," he said. "A very subtle poison." 

I looked down at a ring I wore. It should have begun to glow in the presence of poison. I glared at Saban. "That's not possible," I said. 

He raised an eyebrow. "You doubt me? Then eat it. It isn't enough to kill you. If I'm right, all this dose should do is make you a bit dizzy. Just in time for the trials." 

I frowned. I couldn't waste magic on the kind of detailed scan required to confirm this, not right before the trials, but it was possible my ring wouldn't register a nonlethal dose. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked suspiciously. 

He raised an eyebrow. "Don't you remember? I'm bound to protect you."

There was no way a dose of poison that couldn't kill me could set off the binding. However... The incident in the forest... The silk and the eggs shouldn't have set off the binding either. 

Marian laughed nervously, and pushed her food away. "I guess that makes four murder attempts." 

I shrugged. "I guess it does." 

And now I had an excuse not to eat. Just as well. Killing Trev still didn't sit well on my stomach. 

Saban

As my mistress pushed her food around on her plate, trying to make it look like she was eating, I puzzled over her reluctance to kill. It made little sense to me. I didn't hesitate to kill anyone who tried to kill me, or harm me in any way. Or even mildly offended me, come to that. 

If she hesitated when the chance to kill arose, well, that would make keeping her alive just that much harder. Still doable, of course, but harder. I wondered, now, if I would need to reveal that I was a demon lord in order to keep her safe. If it came right down to it, and taking command of Trev's demon was the only way to save her life, I would do it, potential dismissal be damned. I would rather her be alive and not mine than dead. In life, there was hope that we could be together. I thought briefly of the demongate in Cendan. If she died, there would be no hope at all.



A Demon's Lust Ch. 09



Anita

I watched the first few matches from the stands, sitting among my fellow apprentices and their demons as the crowd cheered the displays of magic below. A thick magical shield kept the stands safe from the roil of spells in the arena below. 

Apprentices of the same level were rarely friendly. Marian and I were the exception, not the rule, and we'd only dared become friends because she'd never expected to be down in the arena. Trev was also an exception. He was a manipulative bastard, but everyone, including our fellow twelfth level apprentices, seemed to genuinely like him. They laughed at his jokes, and listened to his advice. I had never been popular among my peers, but I would be downright hated after I killed Trev. 

I looked over at Saban. He was watching the fighting below intently, his eyes darting around to follow the action and his brow furrowed in concentration. "You ready?" I asked. "This fight isn't going to last much longer, and we're in the fight after the next. We should go below, and prepare." 

He nodded and rose as Terian broke Lizbeth's shield. As she cowered, defenseless, he raised his hand, crackling with magic, and the crowd roared for blood. 

Below, in the ready room, it was blessedly quiet. Jann, who would be fighting Yeth in the next battle, waited, white as a sheet. Her demon, in the form of a clawed, robed figure, waited with her, cackling softly. It quieted as Saban entered behind me. I wondered at that, a bit. 

The only other person in the room was the journeyman wizard who maintained the sound dampening spell over the room and the shield over the opening to the arena. She looked away from the aftermath of the last fight at Jann. "You ready, kid?" she asked. Jann nodded, though she didn't look ready at all. "Ok, ready on this end," she said into a hand mirror. 

"Ready on this end," replied a voice from the mirror. 

"Count of three," said the journeyman. "One, two, three!" 

On three the shield over the entrance vanished. Jann walked into the arena on one side as Yeth entered on the other. The journeyman wizard swiftly pulled the shield back up as the fight began. 

"You Anita Kirith?" she asked me. 

"I am," I replied. 

"Great. You're up next," she said as she peered out through the shield. "Don't think this one will last long," she added as blood splattered the ground outside. "Oh, yeah, not long at all, he's already through her shield, and his demon is..." she shuddered. "Poor kid." 

Saban looked at her coldly. "Do you mind? I think my mistress would prefer not to have a play by play." 

She ignored him. "Oh, she's losing a lot of life force! Ouch, broken leg, that's got to hurt." 

Saban was next to her in a blur. He gently placed his hands around her throat. "I said shut up." 

"Hey! Anita! Control your demon!" she gasped, eyes wide with terror as Saban tightened his grip. 

I glared at my familiar. "Saban," I began, and he released her. 

"It looked like it was bothering you," he explained as he came back to stand at my side. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but the journeyman wizard cut me off. "Anita, you ready?" she asked, massaging her throat and glaring. 

"Ready," I confirmed. 

"Okay, ready at this end. On the count of three?" 

"Yeah," confirmed the mirror. "Count of three." 

"One, two, three." And the shield was down. Heart pounding, I entered the arena to the roar of the crowd. 

Saban

"You have my permission to shapeshift," said my mistress as she cloaked herself in a swirling blue shield. "And to harm or kill Trev and his demon." 

I felt the binding lift slightly, and I nodded, glaring out over the arena at Trev, the wizard I needed to kill, and his hulking beast of a demon. "It will be as you wish, mistress," I promised. "He will die." 

Then I charged. I dodged one fireball, which fizzled out harmlessly against the dirt, but blocked the next so it didn't hit Anita's shield. It hurt, a bit, but I could take it. 

"Ignore protecting me!" Anita called. "I can take care of myself. Head for Trev's shield!" 

"Marmoth!" Trev ordered his demon. "Charge!" 

The hulking demon lowered its head and charged. I grabbed it by the horns and hurled it away as electricity crackled past me, heading towards Anita's shield. She yelped as it hit, but her shield held. Marmoth came at me again, to Trev's shouted orders. This time, I materialized a sword, and impaled the hulking beast. Time to take it out of the fight. As I was hacking its legs off, another bolt of lightning joined the first, this time streaking out of Anita's hand toward Trev's shield. 

He laughed. "Is that the best you can-" Then he turned white as the ground began to shake beneath him. He darted to the side, narrowly avoiding ending up inside the fissure Anita had opened. With a growl, the intensity of his lightening increased. So did Anita's. 

I threw Marmoth's legs across the arena. It would take him some time to get to them. In the meantime, I charged Trev's shield once more. 

My impact into his shield cause Trev to turn white and whimper. "Marmoth!" he gasped. I smiled. "Marmoth can't-" 

Something wrapped around one of my legs. Shit! Had Marmoth been given permission to shapeshift as well? Of course he had, I chided myself as I was dragged off my feet, away from Trev's shield, by a long, scaly tentacle. As I wrestled with the other demon, the wizards' duel continued. The ground beneath Anita started to turn to mud as water bubbled up from below. She, with an effort of will, levitated off the ground, and increased the intensity of the spell, causing the entire stadium to go muddy. Trev slipped and fell. His shield went off briefly. Wrestling with Marmoth, I couldn't take advantage of the fact, but Anita could. She just floated there, face pale. The crowd booed. 

With a growl, I plunged my hand into Marmoth's chest, ripping out a handful of organs. He writhed beneath me, fighting to regrow them as I ripped off more and more of his tentacles. Soon Marmoth went still. At that exact moment, Trev set another bolt of lightning hurtling toward my beloved. She gasped as it hit. Her shield flickered, and then faded as she came crashing down to earth. 

Trev raised his hand. I sprang to my feet and ran forward through the mud, knowing I would be too late. A fireball began to form around his hand. I was too slow, too slow! 

Anita's shield came back on, and the fireball splashed off it. I gasped in relief, then changed my trajectory, so that I was headed directly toward Trev. 

The fireball seemed to have taken the last of his reserves. His shield was flickering. As I slammed into it, it shattered. Trev grunted, and crumpled to the ground. My hand plunged through his chest. 

Anita glided over to where I stood, contemplating Trev's still beating heart in his split chest. He was using magic to keep himself alive, but that wouldn't last very long. 

Trev looked up at Anita. "Just tell me one thing," he gasped. "Why did you kill Antona?" 

Her eyes widened in surprise. "What? She attacked me! On your orders, I thought." 

Trev coughed up some blood. "I never... Told her to do that..." 

"Then who?" Anita wondered, frowning. 

Trev began to cough up more blood. "It... must have been..." With a last gasp, he died. 

Anita

I left the arena deep in my own thoughts, none of them good. If Trev hadn't asked Antona to kill me, who had? How many of the other things I had previously attributed to Trev had this mysterious someone been responsible for? Had I just killed an entirely innocent man? 

Not that I had really killed him. It had been Saban, in the end, who had done the deed, albeit on my orders. I had hesitated at a critical moment, and it had almost cost me dearly. And this had been while I believed Trev to be a killer, intent on taking my life even outside the arena. Was I just too weak to do what needed to be done? My magic was, and always had been, more geared towards war than anything else. The council of masters had decided long ago that, if I survived to become a journeyman, I was to be a warmage. How could I be a warmage and defend my kingdom if I couldn't kill? 

As I exited the arena, I looked over at Saban, walking beside me. He looked angry, and was walking as if he expected trouble. He saw me looking at him. "May I speak?" he asked. When I nodded, he continued, "If Trev was telling the truth, and if Antona wasn't just acting alone, there is still someone out there who wants you dead." 

"True enough," I agreed, wondering where this was going. 

"Well, right now, you're worn out from the duel. If I was them, I'd try something now," Saban said, looking around the room where I was to receive my journeyman's certification. 

"Quite clever, for a demon," said a voice from nowhere. Suddenly we were surrounded by an orb of green light. "Also surprisingly forthright." 

Saban growled. "Show yourself, coward." 

"Gladly," said the voice, and Master Wizard Yuriel stepped out of thin air. 

Saban slammed against the barrier. 

"None of that," said Master Yuriel, waggling his finger. "You'll just hurt yourself."

My eyes widened. "Master Yuriel! You were Antona's mentor! She attacked me because you asked her to."

"Clever girl," Master Yuriel approved. "But not quite clever enough. If you'd really been smart, you would have realized that I was behind a lot of the things you attributed to your rival Trev. The attempts on your life. Your dead fellow apprentices." My mouth opened in shock. "And now," Master Yuriel added, shaking his head, "You're going to ask me why I am doing this. The answer should be obvious, dear girl." 

He started weaving a spell in the air. I desperately tried to figure out what it was, so I could counter. "I like being a master wizard," Yuriel continued. "And, if I must kill the best and the brightest of your generation to remain a master wizard, then I will do so." 

"But if you kill me now, like this, the rest of the council will know," I told him. 

His eyes widened in mock surprise. "Kill you? I'm not going to kill you, my dear." 

Behind me, Saban growled. 

Yuriel's smile widened. "Your demon is going to do it for me." With a flick of the wrist, he loosed the spell. The binding snapped with an audible crack. 

The backlash from the broken binding hit me like a club. Dizzy, I swayed back into Saban's waiting arms. 

Saban

My heart sang. All I wanted was now within my grasp. I wrapped my arms protectively around my prize. 

Anita whimpered. "Saban," she said, her voice slightly slurred. She was trying to command me, I realized. "Don't-" 

I covered her mouth. "Shhh. You can't muster up the mental strength anyways. Might as well not try." 

Terror surged within her. She began to struggle weakly within my grasp. Her eyes looked up at me, pleading. I laughed. 

"What are you waiting for?" asked the old wizard. Yuriel, I remembered. She had called him Master Yuriel. Well, he was no master of mine. "Aren't you going to kill her?" Yuriel continued. "Or at least start draining her?" 

I laughed again, and took a sip of sweet, sweet terror laced magic. "Why on earth would do that?" 

Yuriel sighed in annoyance. "Well, if you won't, then- Werithies!" 

Another demon lumbered into the room. It looked like a particularly large male human. 

"Kill the girl," Yuriel ordered. 

I grinned. This was going to be... Amusing. 

"Bow to me," I told demon. 

Yuriel frowned. "Why on earth would I-" 

"I'm not talking to you," I said. "Werithies. Shake off that stupid binding, and bow to me." 

Yuriel gasped in shock as the binding broke, and as Werithies knelt before me, head bowed. "Lord," the other demon intoned. "What is thy bidding?" 

Yuriel started to back away. "You, you're a demon lord!" 

"Fast study," I chuckled. "Werithies. Grab him." 

In my arms, Anita moaned. I looked down into her expression of pure, abject horror. "Shh, little one," I soothed. "I'm not going to hurt you." I reached down into her robes, and gently stroked her clit. Her eyes widened in surprise. 

Weakened by the breaking of the binding, Yuriel couldn't put up much of a fight. "Let go of me!" he tried to order Werithies as the demon dragged him back before me. 

I nodded to Werithies. "You may feed as you wish," I told him. "Make it quick." 

He grinned ferally. "Yes, Lord." And then he broke the wizard's arm. 

Anita

Lord? Saban was a demon lord? I moaned in terror. How could this have happened? How could I not have recognized him for what he was from the start? How could I have been so dumb? 

"Shh, little one," Saban murmured. "I'm not going to hurt you." Then he reached into my robes, and gently stroked my clit. 

Shock rolled through me. I was helpless. He could feed as he wished. And he wanted to feed like that? 

I watched Yuriel fight his demon, attempting to order it to let him go. Saban was having none of that. He told Werithes to feed. 

I felt a certain amount of satisfaction as Yuriel's arm snapped. Yuriel turned pure white, and screamed. He, at least, would be getting his comeuppance. 

The shield fell. Saban scooped me up in his arms, and then stepped forward, placing his hand on Yuriel in order to feed. He sighed in satisfaction as Werithies broke Yuriel's other arm. "This is what you get," he informed the master wizard, "For trying to hurt what is mine. In fact," he added, eyes sparkling, "Let's make this a bit more public. Werithies, follow me. Bring the wizard." 

The barrier to the arena offered little resistance. After all, it was designed to keep demons in, not out. As Saban stepped into the arena, the current fight fizzled to a stop. Both combatants stared. The crowd went silent. 

"I am the demon lord Saban," my former familiar informed the crowd. "This man," he said, gesturing to Yuriel, "has tried to hurt what is mine. Specifically, my Anita." He looked down at me possessively. "This," he continued, "is what happens to those who hurt me or mine."

Werithies broke Yuriel's arm again. Yuriel screamed, and then screamed again as Werithies made the total of breaks four. By now his magic was gone as Werithies fed. Yuriel began to shrivel. "No, please!" he begged as his lifeforce was drained away. "Noooooo..."

I closed my eyes as his corpse crumbled to dust. This was, very soon, what would happen to me. I shuddered. Then my eyes blinked open in shock as Saban gently stroked my hair. "Shhh..." he whispered in my ear. "You're ok. It'll be fine." 

The shield over the arena fell. Both combatants fled. 

Saban turned to leave. "Werithies," he began, then stopped short as another master wizard levitated down into the arena. 

With a gesture, the master wizard Evona sent Werithies back to hell. My heart rose. Was I saved? 

"That's not going to work on me," Saban told her. "I have an anchor." He looked down at me. 

Master Evona nodded. "I was hoping we could negotiate, actually." 

Saban nodded slowly. "That is," he admitted, "A definite possibility." 

"Firstly, you get to keep the girl," Evona said. 

I twisted, freeing my mouth. "Master Evona, please," I began. Then she gestured. I recognized the spell just before it hit me. I fought it as best I could, but was unable to stop myself from drifting into an uneasy sleep. 

Saban

My eyes flared red as Anita's eyes closed. "If you've hurt her," I began. 

Evona shook her head. "No, no, I wouldn't dream of taking your prize. She's just sleeping. She'll wake in an hour or so. Plenty of time for us to talk." 

I listened to Anita's heartbeat. It was slow, but steady. I nodded. "Very well." 

"I only wish to keep this kingdom safe," Evona told me. "You will not be allowed to rule here. I think I've proven that I can get rid of your anchor anytime I like. However, I would prefer to resolve this amicably, so that no one gets caught in the crossfire. If I leave you in peace, will you finish her off, and then return to hell?" 

I had no intention of finishing Anita off, as she put it, but I had no reason to tell this Evona that. "Three days," I replied. "I will spend three days in Anita's room. You will see to it that we are sent food and water enough for her, and that we are not disturbed. In return, I will not attempt to rule here. Agreed?"

Evona nodded. "You have a deal. Remember, if you try to break it, I can make things very difficult for you."

"And I for you. But I see no reason the outlined agreement won't work," I said. 

"Neither do I," said Evona. "Now, do you mind if I escort you to Anita's room?"

"Not at all," I replied, with a smile that didn't quite meet my eyes. 

She would eventually pay for her willingness to give up my Anita to what she believed to be certain death. But, I decided, not today. Today, I thought, looking down at my sleeping Anita with a smile, today I had better things to do.



A Demon's Lust Ch. 10



Anita

Awareness came back to me abruptly. So, too, did the knowledge of my situation. I was, through the betrayal of Master Yuriel and my own stupidity, in the hands of a demon lord. I couldn't blame Master Evona, really. She had just been trying to clean up my mess. But, whoever I blamed for my predicament, death was inevitable. The only question was how long would the demon toy with me first. Perhaps, if I pretended to sleep, I could stave off my death for a little while... 

"I know you're awake, you know." I could feel Saban's breath against my cheek. His voice was quietly amused. "I heard your heartbeat speed up. You might as well open your eyes." 

Shit. So much for that idea. I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Saban on top of me. He was, oddly enough, still wearing the handsome male form I had chosen for him when I had first summoned him. I wondered why he hadn't returned to his natural form. He couldn't like the form I had forced him to wear for so long... Could he? 

His lips brushed my cheek, and he murmured, "I see your magical reserves have somewhat recovered in sleep. Your mind, however, has not. This means you can neither wield magic nor command me with any real chance of success. Please do not try. I would hate for you to hurt yourself." 

Saban was right, I realized as I probed the mental channels through which magic flowed. It would be at least another few days before I would be capable of doing anything to free myself. I wouldn't even be able to try until then. 

This was probably why he wasn't bothering to gag me. He knew I was no threat, and he was probably hoping I would beg for mercy. Well, I would not give him the satisfaction. Glaring defiantly, I spat in his face. 

Saban wiped it away and shook his head, smiling. "Brave to the end, I see."

I began to try to squirm out from under his body. "Fucking bastard!" 

"You know, a more impulsive demon lord than I might decide that you needed to learn some manners," Saban mused. Abruptly, I was pinned to the bed by tentacles extending from his back. Saban move back until his head was level with my pussy. "Fortunately for you, I am a very patient demon." 

His tongue flicked out. Found my clit. Caressed it. Saban delicately licked a finger, and then inserted it into my pussy before returning his attention to my clit. 

I ignored the rising waves of lust. "Go back to hell," I snapped, struggling. 

Saban shook his head, sighing, as his finger began to work in and out. "Your mouth says one thing, but your body says another." A smile flickered across his face. "I think I know the problem." 

Removing his finger from my pussy, he moved up my body to murmur in my ear, "I think the problem is that you're use to being on top." 

Swiftly we switched positions. Soon, instead of being pinned beneath my captor, I was being held in a kneeling position above him, with my pussy carefully positioned just over his mouth. Tentacles around my legs prevented me from moving, and another tentacle bound my hands behind me. 

"See? Easy fix," Saban said with a chuckle before burying his face in my pussy. I felt his tongue flick out again. 

It was eerie. We had held this same position so many times before, as I allowed Saban to feed, but, now, he was in control. The sense of powerlessness, of being held helpless, was oddly arousing. As Saban slipped his finger into me once more, I moaned. 

"Good girl. Just relax, let the pleasure flow through you." Saban's voice was muffled as he continued to lick me. 

"Like hell I will!" I growled. "I am not cooperating! I will never cooperate with you!" 

He pulled back, laughing. "Oh, you will, whether you wish it or no. It's only a matter of time. And speaking of time..." 

I was lifted and moved away from Saban's mouth. The tentacles positioned me just above his enormous cock. "Don't you dare!" I yelled. "I'll kill you! Let me go! I'll kill you, you fucking bastard!" 

I continued to scream threats and insults as I was slowly lowered onto his cock. First it brushed past my clit. Then it entered me, moving slowly deeper and deeper. Finally I was sitting astride the demon's hips, his cock buried within me, glowering down at him. "You'll pay for this!" I threatened, impotent. 

Saban bucked his hips up briefly, and I gasped. "Once again, your mouth says one thing, while the rest of you says something else entirely," Saban mused. "Which should I believe?"

He grinned. "I think I'll listen to your body. Now, there is something I've been wanting to try..." 

He lifted a finger. As I watched, it began to blur and buzz with vibration. My eyes tracked it, horrified, as Saban moved it towards my clit. 

The merest brush was like fire in my belly. I screamed. Saban jerked back. Head cocked, he looked up at me. "Now that," he admitted, "was a bit more extreme of a reaction than I had expected." He smiled. "Let's try that again, shall we?" 

I shook my head, my vow not to plead for mercy forgotten. "No, please," I begged. "Please, I can't take that. Not again. You'll drive me mad!" 

Saban ignored me. Once again, his finger brushed my clit. 

I tried to jerk away, and found, to my amazement, the bonds around my legs had loosened. I pulled up, trying to get off Saban's cock, away from the- 

Except I couldn't. I was brought up short just as I was about to dislodge to intruder, and free my clit from the overpowering vibration. Sobbing, I moved in small circles around Saban's supernaturally hard cock, inadvertently working it inside me as I struggled to get away. The fire in my nether regions increased. 

Then, with a jerk, I was pressed against Saban's hips once more. I struggled, and, almost instantly, the pressure forcing me down loosened. I rose to the end of my tether once more, gasping. Again, I was pulled back down. 

Soon a rhythm was established. I would jerk up and away in an instinctive motion, and Saban would force me back down again, working his cock within me. All the while the burning feeling in my nether regions increased. I soon realized I was about to cum. 

I'd only ever experienced a forced orgasm once before. That had been a bit more intense than a regular orgasm. This was... 

As it began, my scream caught in my throat as every muscle in my body tightened to the point of pain. Distantly, I could feel the tug on my magic as Saban fed. I could also feel the continuing, intensifying vibration, and the movement of Saban's cock within me as he moved my frozen body up and down. 

I came down from the high slowly, as if the orgasm was reluctant to let me go. As it ended, I was almost instantly catapulted back into the arms of bliss. This happened two more times before I managed to come down enough for rational thought. 

Saban wasn't going to end this, I realized. I was going to die too busy orgasming to realize I was dead. 

Saban

My beloved came again, this time cursing like a sailor. She came down slowly, and met my gaze, pleading in her eyes. I shook my head, laughing, and, with a yelp, she came once more. 

I wondered when I should end this. I had finished draining all of Anita's magic a few orgasms ago, but I was enjoying watching her cum again and again, helpless to resist. As an added bonus, with the pledge intact, the bond between us remained, so I could distantly feel the intensity of her pleasure. Perhaps I should wait until she was too exhausted to cum any more? 

No, I decided. I wasn't sure if she would be conscious after that, and she would need to be conscious to eat and regain her strength. Reluctantly, I stopped vibrating my finger, and lifted her off my cock. 

Anita came down from her final orgasm, gasping. She looked dizzily down at me from her place astride my chest, and blinked slowly. "Am I dead?" she slurred. 

I shook my head, frowning. "No."

She blinked again. My grip on her was the only thing keeping her from tipping over, I 

realized. Perhaps I had overdone it a bit? 

"I was expecting," Anita told me, voice still slurring, "To be dead." 

I felt a slight pang of guilt and pity. Of course she was expecting me to kill her. I had never told her otherwise. 

Gently, I laid her down beside me. Then I released her. She didn't try to move. Through the bond, I felt the beginnings of despair. 

As I was trying to figure out what to say, Anita spoke. "When?" 

"Excuse me?" I asked, sitting up so I could look over at her. 

"When are you going to kill me?" She sounded very young, and small. "I'd really like to know. Please?" 

I mulled over how much to tell her. How to get her to believe. "I suppose you have a right to know."

She shook her head. "I don't have any rights. Not anymore." 

I blinked. "Anita, I-" I struggled to find the right words. How should I tell her this? Would she believe me? Or would she think it a cruel lie? 

Finally I decided to just spit it out. "Anita, I love you." But, I realized, I had waited too long. Anita had drifted off to sleep. 

Anita

I woke up in Saban's arms, clutched to his chest like a child's favorite toy. Several long, black tentacles growing from Saban's back were wrapped around me as well. I squirmed uneasily. Saban shifted in his sleep, sighed softly, and tightened his grip on me. 

If I had been any sort of threat, I knew, the demon would already be awake. Even in sleep, some small part of his mind was aware and searching for danger. But, as I could do nothing to harm him, or even free myself, he slept on. 

While we slept, darkness had fallen outside, and someone had brought dinner. Roast chicken, carrots, and potatoes. My stomach rumbled. Having low magical reserves always made me hungry. 

But should I eat, I wondered. I was done for. I didn't doubt that now. But, outside this room, the rest of my order, of my kingdom, still had a chance. If I didn't eat, my magical reserves wouldn't restore themselves anywhere near as quickly, which meant that Saban wouldn't be able to feed as deeply, which would weaken him. Hungry as I was, for the good of my people, I couldn't eat. 

Saban's eyes opened. He looked at me, at my defiant expression, and smiled. "Still full of spirit, I see. How are you planning to fight me today?" 

I didn't answer. I just glared at him. 

Saban stretched, and glanced over at the table. "Looks like Evona was held up her end of the bargain," he said. "We have food. Time, I suppose, for you to eat."

He rose, and then scooped me up in his arms. After carrying me over to the table, he sat me down in his lap. My arms were free, but a tentacle wrapping around my legs prevented me from rising. Saban pulled the plate over, filled a glass of water from the pitcher, and then patted me on the thigh. "Eat up, little one," he said. 

I shook my head. My belly growled. 

Saban sighed. "This gesture of defiance will get you nowhere." 

Still I refused to eat or drink. 

Saban sighed again. "Very well, then. If I must demonstrate my power to you, I will." 

He wrapped a tentacle around my torso, pinning my arms to my sides. A hand in my hair and another under my chin tilted my head back. I clamped my jaw shut tight, but it was no use. A tentacle forced my jaw opened, invading my mouth and sliding down my throat. I fought, but Saban had always been much stronger than I. I was helpless. He could do as he wished with me. 

Another tentacle slid into the pitcher of water. For a moment, nothing happened. Then water began to pour down my throat, straight into my stomach. 

"Nmmmmmph!" I protested. I struggled, but Saban's grip on my head was firm, and his tentacles were too strong to resist and too tough to bite. "Nnnnn..."

Saban kissed me lightly on the forehead. The flow of water ceased. "Now," said Saban, "do I have to repeat my demonstration with the food and the rest of the water, or will you eat?" 

His tentacle withdrew, allowing me to speak. "I'll eat," I said in a small voice. I was a wizard; wielding power was what I did. What I was, to a certain extent. I hadn't felt this weak since before I had Awakened. Suddenly I was 5 years old again, and the village bully was taking my sweets. 

The food was tasteless in my mouth. I felt my eyes burn with the beginnings of tears. I would not cry, I told myself. I would not give that monster the satisfaction. But, eventually, a single tear trickled down my cheek. Soon it was joined by many more. I put my head down on the empty plate and wept. 

I had expected laughter from the demon. I had expected glee. But Saban's hand stroked my hair, and his voice murmured in my ear, "It's ok. It'll be ok. Please, don't cry. Please." 

I blinked in surprise. My tears stopped. I turned to look up a Saban. "Why?" My voice was barely a whisper. 

Saban opened his mouth. Shut it again. Opened it again, grimaced, and shut it. Finally he said, "Remember when I saved you from the spider?" 

I nodded. That had been... Puzzling. 

"I've been around for a long time, Anita," Saban told me. "It gets boring. This world, though, you, well, it's interesting. So is this new way of feeding you inadvertently showed me."

He leaned back in his chair and pulled me close. "I like it here. I don't really want to rule. I'd just spoil it, if I was in control. And if I have to obey you to stay here, well, that's a small price to pay." 

I blinked. "You... You're not going to kill me?" 

Saban shook his head. "No. I'd like to make an agreement with you, Anita. I'll behave. I'll won't hurt anyone, and I certainly won't hurt you. I'll do pretty much everything the binding told me to do. In return, when I release you, you won't bind me again. And you won't use the cage, or the chains. And you won't dismiss me. " He paused. I got the impression there was more he wanted to say. Then the moment passed, and he said, "Deal?" 

I blinked. This was... Unprecedented. So he liked it here. Huh. That was interesting. And normally demons didn't make this kind of fair deal unless they were completely backed into a corner. "Deal," I agreed. 

The question was, of course, should I honor our agreement? There was little doubt in my mind, though, that, if I didn't dismiss him, I'd end up at Saban's mercy again, and if I hadn't been honoring the agreement, things wouldn't end well for me. As for dismissing him, well, I liked the idea of having a demon lord at my beck and call. It would mean I was well protected from any future assassination attempts, for one. And he, I knew, would honor his half of the agreement, out of fear of being dismissed. 

I yawned. Saban smiled. "I'll let you go in three days, when your mind starts to recover enough for you to command me. Until then, though," Saban said, scooping me up into his arms, "You are mine. Agreed?" 

I nodded sleepily, my body already slipping into a healing slumber. "Agreed." 

I woke slowly. Again, I was clutched against Saban's chest, but, this time, I didn't feel like his helpless toy. I sort of was, until he released me, but at least I knew I wasn't going to die now. I 

looked up at Saban's face. He was already awake. He smiled. "Good morning, pet. You slept well?" 

I nodded. A quick probe of my magical reserves showed that they were almost full again, courtesy of a good meal and a full night's sleep. Well, time to start feeding my magic to Saban. I shoved the demon onto his back. 

He chuckled. "Enthusiastic this morning, I see." Before I could mount him, suddenly, he was on top of me. "But who says that, this time, you get to be on top?" 

I sighed. "I won't fight you. We might as well do this on my terms." 

Saban grinned evilly and, suddenly, there was a tentacle in my mouth. "Mmmmph!" I protested. 

"It's a funny thing, little one," Saban began, "but I've noticed a strange trend." A vibrating tentacle brushed my clit. I protested again, louder. "You tend to cum harder," Saban added, pinning my arms and legs, "When you're not the one in control." 

Pinned in a spread eagled position, and gagged, I couldn't do much to fight back. A few more seconds of hard vibration, and Saban decided I was ready. He slid into me. I moaned. Saban chuckled. "See my point? You wouldn't be anywhere near this aroused if you were telling me what to do." 

I closed my eyes, waiting for Saban to start moving within me. Instead, I felt something probe my asshole. My eyes flicked opened. "Mmmmph?" 

"Yes," Saban said, chuckling. "Exactly." 

Gently, the oddly shaped tentacle slid into my ass, one rounded segment at a time. I'd let a lover enter my back door once before, but that hadn't been much fun. This was different. This felt good. I shuddered, and then shuddered again as Saban began to move within me. 

The tentacle gagging me slid aside as two other tentacles began to play with my nipples. "Fun?" Saban asked. 

Another segment of tentacle slid into me. "Fuck you!" I snapped, my voice high pitched, breathy, and wobbling slightly. 

Saban laughed, and pressed his mouth to mine. I twisted away until he caught my head in his hands and forced me to be still. Then his tongue slithered into my mouth to brush the tip of my tongue. Another segment of tentacle was forced into my ass. 

The vibration and the movement in my pussy and the weird stuff going on in my asshole was too much, too much. When one of the tentacles tending to my nipples developed a mouth and started to suck, I slipped over the edge into orgasm. 

Saban surprised me by immediately pulling the tentacle in my ass out, segment my rounded segment popping free. I screamed as my orgasm intensified. 

This time, Saban let me come all the way down from the orgasm, instead of forcing me into another. It was a relief. Or, at least, it was a relief until Saban murmured into my ear, "Let's do that again." 

To be continued in A Demon's Child...