With a puff of red smoke that smelt of brimstone, the incubus rose from the pentagram. The naked demon rolled his taut, muscular shoulders and observed the room he had been called to. A dank, lightless chamber, empty save for a table containing various pigments and alchemical ingredients. Likely a basement.
	
	On his knees before the pentagram groveled a man, clad in only a black robe, carrying a heavy tome in one hand and a stick of red chalk in the other.
“Amdusias the Disputer! I call ye and bind ye, as commanded by the seventy-seventh charm of Asmodeus!” said the man, his voice wavering and unsure. “I seal ye with thine sigil and bind thyself to me, as commanded by the ninety-nine unspoken runes! Amdusias the Disputer you shall call me master, and serve unto my every whim!”

	Amdusias folded his arms and flicked the pointed tail that extended from the base of his spine. His commanding, powerful gaze locked on the man’s eyes, the conjurer clearly terrified and unsure of how to proceed. The demon’s eyes had a hint of mischief in them, his face patrician and attractive with a strong chin.
“By the black sign of Bel, I command you incubus!” continued the conjurer, “Give me the most beautiful women in the land, loyal only to me and me alone!”
	The demon furrowed his horned brow and bent over, coming as close to the groveling sorcerer as he could.
	“That is a wonderful request” he said, in a voice that was sweet and calm, yet commanding and masculine.
“But why should I bother taking orders from a worm like yourself?”
The man stammered and his eyes grew wide, before looking down at the pentagram on the basement floor.
“I-I have trapped you within the circle of dark binding! Until you fulfill my command you are trapped here within the symbol!”
“You may wish that that were so” purred the incubus, “but this circle is poorly drawn. See this rune here?” he said, pointing with a clawed hand to one of the many blasphemous sigils that lined the circle.
“If you meant that to be the Dark Symbol of Ruin you weren’t far off. See the top of the curve?”
“Y-yes” stammered the baffled conjurer
“There should be just the tiniest dot above it, just a small one. Most of your old books of demonology omit that, and I cant believe to tell you how many of my kind have escaped their bonds because of it.” said Amdusias, miming the details with his crimson hands.
“Oh. Ha! Foolish devil!” said the sorcerer, fumbling for his chalk. “Now you have completed the circle, and you will be bound proper!” 

	Hastily, the conjurer made the tiniest of dots above the rune, just a pinprick of red chalk. Suddenly the runes began to shift, the circle changing color and fading from red to white. All color vanished from the chalk pentagram, and in a fraction of a second a gust of foul air blew the dusty sigils away, erasing the binding circle.

	Amdusias cackled and flexed his arms and the pair of great grey wings that sprouted from his shoulders, enjoying his new found freedom. The conjurer struggled to get away, running from the freed incubus. He barely made it three steps before tripping over his robe. Amdusias pinched his nose and laughed, exposing his pointed, shark-like teeth and snake-like tongue. He slowly trotted over to the cowering magician, his feet like those of a great rat, striding over what would have once been his prison.

	“Such a simple ruse, and you fell for it so easily. I expected so much better, the human race has had, what, nine hundred years to get better at calling me?”
He grabbed the terrified man by the scruff of his neck and hoisted him to his feet, tenderly patting the top of his head with his other crimson-colored hand.

	“Too too easy. But still, that request you made has stuck in my head. Perhaps I’ll pursue the idea on my own time. But you my friend, I have something much worse in store for you.”

	It was fortunate that nobody lived in the abandoned home above the basement, for the sounds of agony and violence that erupted from it were of terror beyond imagining.

	The Speckled Stone tavern bustled with activity. The clink of glasses, the chorus of voices in various stages of inebriation, the stomp of feet and the occasional bursts of laughter filled the main dining room. One of the barmaids, Christina, hurried to a table, a mug of ale in each hand. The patrons took them gladly and tipped her a single coin, before turning their backs to her and continuing their conversation. She wiped a bead of sweat form her brow and went back to the bar to pick up the next order. Her brown hair was up in a bun her full, smooth figure, wide hips and skin tanned from long hours outdoors contained in the bustier and layered skirts she wore. Claus, the barman, nodded to her as she approached.
“Two for table six” he said, passing her two mugs of mead. She scooped up the drinks and started worming her way through the crowd, doing her best to ignore the pats on the rear and catcalls.

	There was only one guest at table six, a tall attractive man in a black jerkin and matching pants, a red sash tied around his waist. As Christina approached he flashed a predatory smile and looked her in the eyes, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. Doing her best not to react, Christina set the drinks down and looked over expectantly for her tip. The man just kept staring, his eyes drifting from her’s down to her bust. 
“Excuse me, are you gonna tip?” she asked impatiently.
The man’s eyes didn’t move, but his hand shot out and grabbed her arm. Christina wanted to scream, to smack him, to do anything. But something held her back, and she found herself sitting down across from him.
“Please, drink” said the strange man, gesturing to one of the mugs.
Christina shook herself from her stupor and stammered out a response.
“Listen I cant drink on the job, and I need to get back to work. If you want to talk wait until my shift is over”
“Oh, but I insist” said the black clad man, lifting his mug to his lips and taking a long slow slurp. Christina thought of getting up and leaving, but the sound of him gulping down the liquid entranced her. Suddenly she found herself very thirsty, her tongue dry and her throat itchy. Claus wasn’t looking, so what harm would one drink do? She quickly snatched the other mug and took a sip, the cool liquid warming her insides.
“Not so bad is it?” said the man, “They must not pay you much here, hmm?”
Christina gulped down another swig of the ale and wiped her mouth before answering.
“Enough, what’s it to you?” 
“A pretty girl like you, in a dump like this? If you could find better work you would take it, but this is all you could get.”
Christina frowned and lowered her eyebrows, folding her arms defensively. 
“Oh don’t be alarmed, I was just noticing how charming you look. Im sure the brutes around here don’t appreciate you that much, do they?”
Sighing, Christina nodded her head.
“It’s an awful job. All these jerks keep leering at me and groping me, and the pay is garbage. I just wish I could have everything go right for once.”
“Like what?” he said, taking another sip of his drink.
“I don’t know, I‘ve always needed more money for the family, and Id love to learn to read.”
“I could make that happen”
Christina’s eyes widened and she looked around the tavern.
“What do you mean?” she asked

	The man in black stood up and made as if to leave, turning his back on Christina. She got up after him and raced to his side, grabbing his arm.
“What do you mean you could make that happen?”
“Im something of a benefactor to people like you. Lets make a deal, shall we?” he said, adjusting his shirt.
“Quit this job and leave with me now and you can have your desire. Stay here, and this opportunity leaves forever.”
He strode out to the door adjusting his shirt. He paused for a moment, before setting foot outside.
Christina was right behind him, hitching up her skirt and shoving her way out of the tavern. 

	The man in black sat in a carriage of the same color, pulled by two dark stallions. She followed him in, and the carriage began to move. It had not gone a hundred feet before the man started to change. A strange musk started to fill the air, not entirely unpleasant, but strong and pungent. The man’s feet warped and stretched, becoming those of a massive rodent. His clothes burst into flame and fell to the ground, revealing a chiseled bright red physique. Two great gray wings burst from his shoulders, and the rest of his skin changed to the same hue as his torso. A pair of small black horns emerged from his forehead, and his eyes changed to those of a snake. Christina screamed, flinging herself at the door, trying to pry it open. She pulled as hard as she could, but it was stuck fast. The horses kept galloping, the countryside flying past her as the nude demon approached her from behind. His manhood hung limply from the cluster of dark hair between his legs. Christina feared for her purity, the demon’s organ dangerously close to her.

	“No need to be afraid girly, I don’t bite. I’m here to help you, remember?”
She yelped and kicked at him, a blow that landed squarely in his face. The incubus barely recoiled, instead grabbing her foot and slowly rubbing it. Despite the terror of the situation, a pleasant sensation flowed through her from his touch, and she began to calm down.

	Still breathing heavily, she began to speak. “What is it you want from me? I’ve done nothing wrong, I have nothing I can give you!”
“Come on girly, what would I want from you? A poor little barmaid in the middle of nowhere? No, Im here to help you, to help you make it big, to make it so your life doesn’t fall to the wayside. A guardian angel, if you will.”
“And what if I don’t belive you?”
“How about this, Ill give you your first desire for nothing at all, just the tiniest of exchanges. Two hundred gold coins, hm? How’s that sound?”

	Christina swallowed. That was a lot of money, enough to pay her family’s rent for half a year with a little left over. Her mother’s medicine cost almost half her salary, and she never had the money to indulge herself. She barely made anything at the bar, and this offer seemed genuine.
“Is there a catch?” She asked.
“Well I’ll need something in return. Nothing much, just a token to show that you trust me. Its really just a formality, if I could do this without it I would, trust me” he said, gesticulating with his clawed hands.
“How about this; next time we meet, and there will be a next time girly, you take off your clothes. No touching, no groping, just my eyes. Its no fair that I’m the only one with his loins free in the air after all.”

	The request gave Christina pause; it was something vulgar, it was wrong to expose herself to a stranger. But still, her family could live in comfort with that money, was it worse to deny her family that? The he-demon grinned at her, flashing his white, pointed teeth, his serpent’s eyes warm and inviting, the slits so dark she could get lost in them if she stared too long.

	“Fine, I’ll do it” she said, looking down at her feet and swallowing her pride. “I just want my family to be happy.”
“That’s a good girl” said Amdusias “I’m glad you made the right choice. No need to be selfish and refuse you’re family a better life just for your pride.”

	He reached into the air and, with a flick of his wrist produced a black satin purse, tied with a red string. Casually, he tossed the bag to Christina. 
“Enjoy.” The stallions ground to a halt, the carriage slowly stopping outside a plain cottage in the countryside. 
“This is my house, how did you know where I live?” asked the bewildered Christina.
“Just a trick of the trade, nothing to fret over. No run along, I’m sure your family will love the great news.” said Amdusias, pushing her out of the carriage door. She stumbled, struggling to her feet on the dusty ground.
“And just what are you?” she asked as she turned around. But where the carriage and the winged monster were just a moment ago was just a cloud of swiftly fading red smoke. 

	Her mother welcomed her back. The old woman needed Christina’s attention to help her take her medicine, and to help her in case she felt sick in the night. Her mother nagged her and pestered her, but they loved each other, and they needed each other.

	It had been well over two days and the money still had yet to appear. Christina was worried, both for the fate of her arrangement and for herself. A well dressed man had stopped to drink at the tavern, and was starting on his third round of their most expensive brandy. Christina was cleaning the bar just beside him when he started to cough. He convulsed, grasping for his throat, before collapsing into a ball on the floor. The man vomited, the contents of his stomach emptying themselves onto her feet. Christina stood in disgusted shock, arms raised above her head, as the man struggled to stand up and wipe off his mouth.
“Awfully sorry m-*urrp* lady, drink just doesn’t always *urp* agree with me. This should cover your *urrrrrp* galoshes and pantaloons, plus the drinks,” said the wealthy drunk, as he produced a silken coin pouch and placed it on the bar with a heavy clatter. “ I guess this is as good a *urp* time as any to leave, sorry about my behavior.”

	Before Claus could spot it, Christina snatched up the bag and hunched over it. Inside was a plethora of silver coins, over two hundred. The barmaid’s eyes widened at the bounty, more than she had ever seen at once. Swiftly, she grabbed a handful of coins and placed them on the bar, sure that it far outweighed what the man owed. Stuffing the bag between her breasts, she called for Claus, who beamed at the hefty sum on the table and shuffled over to pocket it. 

	The money lasted far longer then she thought. The rent was paid for the next year (Christina was bad at sums), she had bought her mother a new dress, and even gotten to buy a pinch of exotic spices to season dinner. Things were going well, and Christina had all but forgotten her deal with Amdusias. It had been long, almost a month, since she had met with the demon, and she was beginning to think that perhaps he wouldn’t reappear. 

	“Christina?” rang her mother’s shrill voice, “There’s a man here who says he would like to see you. He looks charming…” Christina froze. She had been eating a piece of bread, which dropped to the plate. She swallowed, dryly. She could hear her elderly mother giggling and flirting with whomever was at the door. Fear filled her heart, the memory of the red-skinned incubus filling her mind. She found herself shuffling out of the kitchen, slowly, absentmindedly moving towards the front room. She couldn’t remember getting up, or even deciding to. It was as though her body had decided to act before her mind could.

	At the door was a man dressed in black, a red sash tied around his waist. He smiled, and gave a tiny bow.
“Your mother just gave her permission for me to take you to my abode. Join me in the carriage, would you?” 
“Go on sweetie,” said Christina’s mother, “hes a very nice man, and you really should be seeing one by now”
“Splendid madame. I see your daughter’s beauty and intelligence run in the family.”
As he talked the man took Christina by the hand and walked towards his waiting carriage. Her mother giggled and gave a tiny wave. Although she tried as hard as she could to say something, anything, to struggle away from the suitor, her body disobeyed. A smile played on her lips and she curtsied when he took her hand. As she stepped into the carriage she returned her mother’s wave, before the black door shut behind her.

	“So nice to see you girly” said Amdusias as his garments incinerated and his true form appeared. The horses were at a mad gallop, the countryside flying by in a blur. If Christina tried to fling her self from the carriage she would surely die.
“I take it things have been well? Would I be right to guess you came into some money lately?
Again she tried to speak, but all Christina could do was smile and nod. Feigning embarrassment, Amdusias swooned and gasped; “How careless of me, to leave an enchantment on you. Here, let me remove that from you. We’ll be doing a lot of that on this ride, trust me.”
The incubus waved nonchalantly at Christina and there was a brief smell of brimstone, and suddenly Christina coughed, sputtering and clutching at her throat. She heaved, and a small, black icon, no bigger than her pinky-nail, fell to the carriage floor. It was shaped like a circle with an arrow protruding from it, a symbol of masculinity. The icon wiggled and twitched like a living creature, using it’s arrow-head to pull itself towards the demon, expanding as it did so, until it settled it’s circular part around Amdusias’ phallus, forming a cock-ring.
“You-you, what did you do to me? What is that thing you put in me you fuck? I didn’t agree to this!” she cried, gasping for breath, her throat raw and ragged.
“I’m sorry Tina, can I call you Tina? Its part of the agreement, every single one I make with anyone around. Try to break our terms and it takes control. Try to get some third party to end the deal, kill me, kill you before you can fulfill your half, anything like that, and it will stop you. Think of it as an honesty charm, something to keep the two of us equal.”
“Violating me like that doesn’t make us equal you monster! You cant just do that to people and expect them to shrug it off like it’s nothing!”
“True, but I did,” said the demon, his voice no longer cocky and relaxed. He was aggressive and forceful now, sitting up on his rodent’s legs.
“And I could do worse, far worse. Fire and darkness, blood and thunder, all are mine to wield. You had better learn some manners Tina, or else I’ll do far worse than try to keep you honest. Now sit up and do your part for me, before I lose my cool.”

	Christina was shocked, and stared at the demon as he sat back down on the cushions, one hand idly stroking his ringed cock. He tapped a finger on his other hand impatiently on the carriage door, looking expectantly at Christina. The arrow on Amdusias’ cockring pointed at her, mimicking it’s masters impatience. Sighing, she unsteadily rose, finding the demonic carriage not the least bit unstable. Slowly, she undid the strings behind her back that kept on her top. The top of her bodice fell off, revealing the white blouse underneath. Pausing hesitantly, she curled her fingers around the neckline, then pulled it down as hard as she could. Her breasts popped out, supple and firm, and of average size.
“No wonder you cover up human. The least-endowed succubus would laugh at you. Do they call you Tiny Titty Tina? Ha!” 
Christina blushed at the harsh insults, then frowned in anger. “If you’re going to talk like that maybe you wont see anything more you damned pig!” she cried, her hands flying to her breasts.
“Do we really need to have this conversation again?” moaned Amdusias, masturbating slightly faster. The animate cockring wiggled up his shaft, keeping it’s arrowhead pointed right between Christina’s eyes.
She swallowed, trying not to look at the lustful demon. Embarrassed, she valued her free will more than her pride, and continued. Slowly, she bent over to untie her skirt, unintentionally giving Amdusias a better view of her breasts. He let out a crude hoot and stroked his cock faster, enjoying the show. The skirt slid down her legs, and this time she didn’t hesitate to pull down her undergarments, something about the act of revealing herself edging her on.
“Better, much better Tina. Let me see your back, would you?”
Unsure of her footing, she slowly turned around so he could get a view of her behind, trying to hide her blush. The carriage was full of his strong, sensual musk, and she could feel an unwanted arousal in her loins.
“Very nice girly, very nice. You sure are the pretty little thing all together Tina, you and I will get along real nice, that’s for sure!”
“You got your peek, can you let me go now?” asked Christina, picking up her clothes.
“Oh come on, were’s your sense of fun? This carriage is pulled by Nightmares, cursed steeds of darkness! There’s nowhere we cannot go, nothing we cannot do!”
“What do you mean?”
“Ever wanted to see the view from the highest mountain in the world? Dance in grand palace, meet a dragon or taste the food from faraway islands? Anything means anything Tiny-Titty-Tina, just say the word and we can go there!”
“I’ve always wanted to see the ocean, maybe from a beach? But there’s a catch, isn’t there?”
“Well of course there is, but it’s really unhealthy to be so cynical about it. I really wish we could avoid this, but we cant repeat the same offer, so you need to do something new.”
The demon seemed to ponder this, looking quizzically out the window while he stroked his cock.
“Hmmm, such a tough one. Oh! I know!” Said the demon as he grinned, showing of his pointed teeth.
“You know most humans never get the chance to suckle a demon’s cock, especially not one as great as mine. You could be one of the few to ever get the chance Tina! It could be an honor!”
The demon laughed at his own joke, and Christina fell to the cushions stunned.
“Imagine talking your friends, all them boasting about their beaus, and you get the pride of saying YOU got to taste what an incubus’ dong tastes like! You’ll be the envy of the whole town!”
“I cant deal with this. Let me out, this is ridiculous, I don’t have to take this.”
“Sure thing girly, but then no ocean. And, seeing how your life is Tiny-Tits, you wont ever get to see one. You know they all look pretty different, once you get to know the details. Some have violent, rough waves, some have water the color of emeralds, there’s this one where I come from that’s filled with boiling lava. Man, the beaches there are a riot like you wouldn’t believe, all these succubi going skinny dipping, and all these-”
“FINE! FINE! Just shut up about it and lets get it over with! I’m sick of hearing you talk!” screamed Christina, balling her fists in rage.

	With that, the demon’s snakelike eyes lit up, and he removed his hand from the cock, resting them behind his horned head. Christine brushed her hair to one side and bent over the demon’s shaft, unsure what to do next. This was the most shameful thing she had ever done, and with the demon she reviled of all things. The monster’s tail flicked impatiently, so she started to gently blow on the head of the erect cock. The animate ring around his shaft perked up at her attentions and pointed to face her, almost like a confused, eyeless puppy.
Slightly unsure of what to do next, she gently kissed the head of his cock. She expected the taste to be foul, like rotten eggs or urine. Instead, it was delicious, savory and musky. She made a line of kisses down the shaft, the ring wiggling with delight when she passed it. When she reached his impressive scrotum, surrounded by his dark pubes, she paused, and looked up at Amdusias with worried eyes.
“Go on, you’ve done decently so far.”

	She gulped in anticipation, then slowly stuck her tongue out, licking around the ball sack slowly, it’s texture bumpy and uneven. She made the circuit around and started liking up the opposite side of his cock, pausing at the ring and tickling it with the tip of her tongue. She wanted this to be over. She wanted to go home. She wanted the demon to say it was fine to stop now, she’d done enough. But another part of her, and this part she was ashamed to know wasn’t one of the incubus’ spells, wanted to continue. To touch herself. To swallow his penis and his seed, to take in every inch. Her tongue finally found its way back to the tip of his cock, and she swirled it around, licking every inch of Amdusias’ delicious cockhead.

	“Go on girly, you’re not so bad at this” said the demon, eyes closed in pleasure.
She breathed deeply and got a full whiff of Amdusias’ scent, which sent shivers through her body, and her loins started to feel wet. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, putting her hands on the demon’s knees for support, and put the head of his penis in her mouth. She paused there, unsure of what to do next. She looked up at the winged fiend, cock in her mouth, and her he flashed one of his toothed grins. One of Amdusias’ hands held onto one of hers, a surprisingly kind gesture, though his grip was rough. The other found its way behind her head, and started balling up her hair. Slowly, he started applying pressure, at the same time squeezing her hand with his other taloned paw. Very slowly, more of his infernal cock was forced into her mouth, the head pushing past her tongue, filling her mouth with that awesome taste. Christina’s eyes widened in surprise, and she had to force herself not to bite down. Almost half of Amdusias’ cock had been forced into her mouth when the demon stopped pushing. He lingered there for a moment, swirling her head around on his shlong, before pulling her back up it. Once she reached the top of his cock he yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him. She gasped for air, unwittingly looking longingly up at Amdusias. Her other hand was in a vice grip now, the claws nearly breaking her skin.
“Now, Im going to let go, and you are going to do that again, but without my help. Understand girly?”
“Yes” Christina managed to say between breaths, “yes I understand.”
“Good girl.”

	Amdusais let go of her hair, but kept his deathgrip on her hand. As she started to take the demonic dick in her mouth his free hand grabbed hers, this one not as tight, but still strong and forceful. Christina closed her eyes and started to descend down the dick, suckling and occasionally uttering soft moans unintentionally. The part of her that wanted release was huge now, her pussy soaking wet, her nipples fully erect. She wondered if this was why he held down her hands, to keep her from touching herself, and she waggled her hips experimentally. She reached the point she stopped last time, and though she could have stopped there, she decided to try to take more of him inside her, though she couldn’t place why. Maybe the same part of her that wanted release wanted to give it? Regardless, she sucked down another half-inch to an exclamation of “Ooo, very nice Tina.” She reached the cock-ring, which snuck it’s arrowhead under her lips as they approached it. When she took it into her mouth it wiggled around, playing with her tongue and the inside of her mouth in a parody of a French kiss. It was not an unpleasant experience, despite the strangeness of it.

	She had taken three quarters of his cock now, and was at her limit, the head of his cock past the back of her throat and tickling her tonsils. She started to withdraw, the ring waving disappointedly as she left, its strange surface glistening with salvia. She had let out all of it but his head when suddenly the demon leapt up, his hands grabbing the back of her head, his tail wrapping around her wrists. 
“You’ve done well girly, but it’s time for me to take over” said Amdusias. He leaned over her, forcing her to lean back, his rat-like feet placed behind her. The end result was him pressing into her face from above, Christina bent back and restrained with his cock in her mouth. The tail prevented her arms from moving, no matter how hard she tried to break free. With force, he started to thrust into her face, going just as deep as to allow the cockring to enter her mouth with each thrust. Christina shut her eyes and tried not to think about it. Tried not to be aroused by it. She found she was failing.

	With each thrust he pummeled her face, forcing her to gag on his cock. She struggled for air, her nose inhaling his musky, perverse sent. She could taste droplets of precum entering her throat, they were sticky like tar and tasted like something badly burnt. His pace increased, rubbing her lips raw and threatening to make Christina loose consciousness, her thighs quivering with unwanted arousal. The demon’s scrotum slapped against her chin. She couldn’t help but moan lewdly in pleasure on his cock as he skullfucked her, doing her best to play with his cock using her tongue, willing him to finish inside her, to let her suck up all his spunk. It was not long before he obliged her, pushing her as far down his shaft as he could and holding her there while his cock pulsed in her mouth, unloading spurt after spurt of sticky, tarry cum into her mouth.

	As the demon pulled out, his cock still connected to Christina’s mouth by strands of saliva, he released her arms and head. Droplets of black, tarry cum dripped from his cock, and the breathless woman struggled to rise to her feet. 
“Enjoyed it, didn’t you Tina? I could sense every bit of pleasure inside you y’know.”
Finding she didn’t have the strength to reply, all Tina could do was moan and lamely pull her clothes back on, drops of black cum dripping from her lips. 
“Enjoy the beach girly, you’ve earned it.”

	The horses slowed, the blur of motion outside the carriage settling down. The dark vehicle stopped, and Amdusias gently opened the door for Christina. He gave an overdramatic bow and motioned for her to step out. Still naked, she left the carriage for the beach, an endless bar of warm yellow sand, a clear blue sky with a big glowing sun and endless blue water that stretched to the horizon. 
“Wow, its beautiful” she said as she wiped her mouth. A wide-winged seabird flew overhead, it’s shadow falling over Christina as she dropped her bundle of garments on the sand and walked towards the water. The sand was warm and soft, and felt nice on her feet. She looked back at the carriage, Amdusias sitting with one leg hanging out the open door, a bored expression on his face. Christina looked away and jogged to the water. 

	She couldn’t swim, but she waded up to her waist, the warm, clear water lapping over her exposed sex and rear. She played in the water for the greater part of an hour, enjoying the warmth, the wetness, the freedom of it. She told herself it was worth offering herself to the monster. The ocean was wonderful, an escape from the routine of regular life, an exotic experience she relished. But a nagging doubt lingered, that she had given up something valuable and irreplaceable just to visit this body of water. 

	After the greater part of an hour she went back up the beach, her tanned skin glistening with moisture. Amdusias held open the door to the carriage with an overdramatic bow, like a perverse bellhop. 
“My Tina, you look so much better after a dip in the sea. Maybe I should take you here again, just to sneak a peak.”
She blushed a bit at that and tried to hide it as she struggled back into her clothes. Despite what he put her through, she felt grateful that the demon had brought her here. She tried to rationalize what she had done; it had all been for her after all, not for his enjoyment. She found it easy to wipe away any guilt she felt like that. And if what the incubus had just said was true, they-no, she, there was not ‘they’, could do things like this again!

	The dark stallions began to gallop, the seaside fading away as they traveled.
“Listen, uh, shit, did I ever get your name?”
“How rude of me. I am Amdusias the Disputer, the most well-endowed and handsome of the incubus race.”
“Right, well, Amdusias. I guess I should thank you for this. Is there a chance you could take me on another trip like this sometime?”
“Of course girly, of course. You can call on me anytime at all, you just need to do one thing to get my attention.”
“Right, always a price with you. Well if its worse than what you subjected me to this time you can count me out.”
“No need to worry girly. If you want to call upon me, you just need to do something alone” the demon sat up and whispered into her ear “touch yourself at night, make sure you think of me while you do it. If you finish, I will appear in the morning, girly, just like you asked. But there may be a further price, depending on what you want from me.”
Christina gulped, the sensation in her loins from earlier still fresh in her memory. Her first instinct was to deny him, but she thought of the dull life that awaited her, of lecherous drunks at the tavern, of old men puking on her feet. Solemnly, she turned to look Amdusias in the eyes and nodded. He smiled in response; “Great, just great girly. I look forward to seeing you again.”

	The carriage returned to Christina’s home, Amdusias becoming human again in a puff of red smoke. Christina’s mother was at waiting at the door, a knowing smile on her face.
“Well how was it honey? He looked quite the charmer.”
“Oh, it was fine mom. I think he wants to see me again, so, um, I may not be around as much.”
“That’s fine dearie, you should be looking for someone to spend time with besides and old crone like me.”
Christina’s mother heaved and spat out some phlegm, and her daughter escorted her back inside.

	As night settled on the cottage, Christina disrobed and laid down in bed. Her mother had taken her medicine and fallen asleep early in the evening, leaving her daughter to finish the day’s chores. She tossed and turned, but an itching in her crotch kept her from sleeping. She tried to scratch it, to find the source of her discomfort. She probed and prodded her sex, her motions becoming less inquisitive. She stuck a pair of fingers in her slit and gently pushed down on them, savoring the feeling.  It felt good, so she started flicking her clit with her other hand, the action causing her cunt to contract on her fingers. She imagined her fingers were the fantastic cock she had sucked, the digits probing her clitoris the demon’s forked tongue. She bit down on her pillow to prevent herself from crying out, her fingers jilling her faster, waves of ecstasy pulsing through her body. It wasn’t long before she clamped down on her fingers, bringing herself to orgasm, picturing Amdusias towering over her, his hands on her hips, his cock buried deep inside her. It wasn’t until the afterglow faded away that she realized what she had done.

	She awoke the next morning dreading what was to come. She didn’t know what came over her last night, it was an alien sensation. She hadn’t wanted to masturbate to the incubus’ image, had she? She shook her groggy head and tried to brush her hair. She figured that if the demon was coming she might try to look her best for him, maybe then he’d show her some respect. She straightened her hair and tied it in a long ponytail, tying it back with a bit of cord. With the money from the tavern she had purchased a pretty red dress, it’s neckline showing off a bit of cleavage, and with an exposed back. She made sure to flatten out the wrinkles and clean dust before slipping into it.

	Before the incubus arrived she made sure to give her mother her medicine, two tablespoons of special oil from the apothecary, and a tiny leaf from a medicinal herb. The old woman wasn’t aware enough to notice how her daughter was dressed, and Christina used the opportunity to sneak into her mother’s bedroom and borrow the pair of silver earrings and the gold necklace she kept under her bed. She had just finished adjusting the clasp when the front door opened.

	Amdusias, in his human guise stepped in, flashing a cocky smile at Christina. 
“So soon girly? You really are an eager little slut arent you?”
“Would you cut the crap, I didn’t mean to summon you. I don’t even want you here!”
“Is that so, then what’s with the getup? It does suit you well, especially the view of your backside.”
That shut Christina up. She stared at her feet and tried to find the words to respond to him, but they just weren’t there. It wasn’t like the enchantment from before was stopping her; this was her own embarrassment.
“Nothing to be ashamed of girly, I know Im quite irresistible. Just say how much you wanted me, it’ll feel better.”
“iwatdu” mumbled the girl.
“I’m sorry, what was that Tiny-Tits? Could you say that again?”
“iwantyou”
“One more time, say it louder.”
“I WANT YOU, OKAY? There, I said it, I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night.”
“Could you keep it down dearie? Im trying to nap” responded her mother.
“Good to hear girly.” Chided the incubus, ignoring the old woman.
“ Lets leave the old bag, I’ve got a plan I’m sure you’ll love.”

	They went to the carriage, and as Christina walked in she felt the demon slap her rump. She wanted to rebuke him, but kept quiet. As the demonic vehicle rolled away Amdusisas disrobed, then held his cock in one hand and waved it in Christina’s face.
“What are you doing!” she cried, throwing up her hands.
“You liked it so much last time, why not again?”
“No, Im not doing that again. Once was enough.”
“Oh come on girly, don’t lie to me. You loved giving me head, didn’t you? Those pretty lips of yours, I can see them quivering. You want it don’t you? To taste it again, to let me fuck your face?”

	Christina nodded, faster and more eager than she would like to admit, and started to suck on him. It was just as great as before, and this time she sucked with more zeal, more confidence. Amdusisas let her be in control the whole time, until he felt himself cumming and pulled out, splattering her face with his dark seed. Christina wiped it off and licked her hands clean of it, swallowing the diabolic spunk.
“I think I’ll have you do this every time we meet, how’s that sound?”
Christina nodded in agreement, any concerns for her pride or purity overridden by her desire. She sat down beside Amdusias this time, instead of across from him. 

	It was not long before the carriage arrived at a lavish mansion, well-dressed socialites pouring into it’s front gates. The human Amdusias stepped out, taking Christina by the hand and nodding to the doorman, who smiled and nodded back, almost as if he knew Amdusias. They walked to a grand ballroom, full of waltzing dancers, illuminated by a massive chandelier. They parted as Amdusias and Christina entered, giving them access to the center of the ballroom. One even tipped his hat to the well-dressed demon.
“See what I can offer you?” Whispered the disguised fiend, “See the life you could live with me?”
“It’s, wow, it’s really something.”
He took her by the arm and they began to dance, waltzing around the room. Many of the female dancers stopped to look at the handsome stranger, their eyes glued to him for by some intangible force. One or two must have been wearing some kind of contact lens, for their eyes appeared slitted and inhuman like Amdusias’. Christina never felt so privileged, wearing beautiful clothes and dancing with an admittedly handsome man in a beautiful home. She felt the envy of all the other dancers and smiled, feeling empowered by their jealousy. 

	As the dance went on Amdusias became less refined and more vulgar. At first his hands moved from hers to her shoulders, which she hardly noticed. But as the second dance began he found his way to her back, with each step tracing his fingers down another vertebra of her spine. The feeling gave her goosebumps, but she held her tongue,  not wanting to cause a scene. When he reached her tailbone he cupped the underside of her butt, pulling her close to him and bringing his mouth close to her neck. She gaped, squeezing his arms in shock, as his forked tongue extended and traced the outside of her ear. None of the other dancers seemed to notice, the waltz continuing around them, and Amdusias guided her steps to follow them as he licked her. She inhaled, deeply, getting a full whiff of his enchanting smell. Slowly, the snakelike tongue descended, tracing her jawbone and then slowly down her neck. Christina uttered a soft moan, her fingers tingling, her neck covered in goosebumps from the demon’s attentions. 
“This is but a fraction of the pleasure I can give you” he hissed.

	The forked tongue withdrew into Amdusias’ mouth, the incubus puckering his lips and placing a sloppy kiss on Christina’s neck. He sucked, giving her a dark love-bite. Without warning, the hand below her rear seized Christina’s thigh, pulling her leg up beside him causing their crotches to touch.
“There is nothing you cannot do through me; no place you cannot go, no person you cannot be. All you need to do is reward your body, to let yourself enjoy me” he hissed into her neck, the dancers circling them as they embraced. If one looked carefully they may have seen what resembled goat’s hooves, batlike wings and tiny pointed horns among some of the dancers, especially the most beautiful and refined ones who lead the dance.
“Can we make another deal Amdusias?” Christina whispered between her needy breaths. Her hands gripped for purchase against Amdusias, creasing the fabric of his coat, as she rested all her weight on him.
“If it works that way?”
“Anything you desire, it can be yours girly.”
“I love this, feeling beautiful, refined, special. Like one of the gentry, even if I wasn‘t born one. Can you make me beautiful? Really, truly gorgeous? And I mean forever, not just when you’re around.”
“Hmmm, an tantalizing request” said Amdusias as he licked his lips, his mouth glistening with his demonic saliva.
“But what can you offer me that you haven’t already? Something fresh, sweet, something, hmmm, delicious…”
“Damn” she said, breaking out of her reverie. Her grip loosened on the disguised fiend and she bit her lip idly, her eyes downcast, searching for answers.
“I guess I could let you, damnit, I could let you touch me.”
Amdusias’ slitted eyes widened with that, their serpentine orbs lit with hellish lust.
“Already? After just two tastes you’re ready to-”
“No! Not that, not that at all. I meant, like, with your hands, and your mouth, like you’re doing now? But, well, with my clothes off. Is that enough?”

	Amdusias’ expression turned dour, frowning in disappointment. He sighed heavily.
“Not after that tease Tiny-Tits. I’m not the one that likes being manipulated. Watching others be manipulated, doing it myself, appreciating someone else’s work, that’s fine. But don’t think you can get away with something like that again, understand?”
“Alright, sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything, honestly. Are you really refusing just because I misspoke?”
“Well yes, but how about this: you let me ‘touch’ you, like you said, but I can bring some of my, how should I say, tools? Toys?”
“And those are what exactly? Im not agreeing with anything before I know what it entails.”
“Oh nothing harmful, just a few things to spice up the experience. You’ll get more than my fingers and tongue, and look forward to it, because I’ll use all of Balam’s Instruments; the Two Black Leeches, the Trembling Centipede, even the Forbidden-”
“Im sorry, I don’t know what any of that means. Just tell me this; will any of this will hurt, or take my, erm, purity?”
“Oh of course not, I’m a man of my word after all. If we are in agreement, then I will return you to your home. As long as ingest my seed you will be beautiful beyond compare. And make sure its semi-regular, lets say at least once a week, I don’t want you to starve. I do look forward to showing you The Instruments, I so rarely get to use them.”
“Wait, you can’t just throw that in there,!” interrupted Christina, pushing away from Amdusias.
“I’m so sorry Tina, I really do wish there was another way. If I could just snap my fingers and change your body I would, trust me, but there must be some, exchange, shall we say. You cant get something for nothing after all. Besides, its something you’ll be doing for quite some time anyways. And even if we part ways you can always call on me if you want a makeover. Ha!”
“No, I’ve had enough! Every time I say something you twist it and insult me! And quit laughing, its not funny you prick!”

	Several of the dancers, startled by her outburst, approached the pair. A gorgeous women with scarlet hair in a lacy black dress rested her hand on Christina’s shoulder. 
“Is there something wrong dearie?” She said in a voice like honey.
“No, its nothing. My ‘date’ just said something that upset me is all.”
“O no, nothing too serious my lady?” Interjected another, a handsome tall man with long fingers.
“You know sometimes, even if you don’t like what someone says, they have your best interests at heart. Im sure he meant it for the best.”
“He’s right you know,” added the woman. Someone observant would have noticed the scaly quality of her arms where her opera gloves terminated. “Whatever it was your man said, think it over; if you came here with him you must trust him, right?”
“And if something doesn’t work in the future you can always say no to him, cant you? So what’s the harm in hearing him out?” Added the man. It was hard to tell, just beneath his hairline were two small black horns.

“Listen to them Christina, they’re right” said Amdusias, extending his hand cordially to the withdrawn woman. 
“Just try my offer. If you don’t like it, you have the power to say no, don’t you? You are a free woman after all. So how bout it Tina? You can be the talk of the town, purely radiant, if you just indulge yourself a bit.”

	Christina looked back and forth from the woman’s red eyes to the handsome man’s. For a moment, his pupils looked sideways, like a goat’s, but they appeared normal in a split second. She swallowed and took Amdusias’ hand, nodding somberly in agreement to him. The smiling demon lead her to the enchanted carriage, the helpful guests waving goodbye. Before they slipped out the front gate, the beautiful woman tapped Amdusias on the shoulder.
“You owe us both, Marquis” she whispered, “let us have a go at her once you’re done, won’t you?”
“Of course Duchess Gremory, I have always loved to share” he growled, “but tell the good Count Furfur to take the form of a man; I would hate to see his bestial shape ruin her for me.”
Gremory gave a curt nod in agreement and allowed him to leave.

	Try as she might, Christina couldn’t resist blowing Amdusias on the ride home. He hadn’t even prompted her; as they sat she found her hand drifting to his crotch, and one thing led to another and then she was below him, his member hilted in her throat. The ring around his member jousted with her tongue and explored her mouth, its strange black surface tickling the interior of her orifice. As he ejaculated in her she made sure suck up every drop of his semen. The dark substance acted as an aphrodisiac, setting her loins on fire, but she swore not to touch herself tonight. As the Nightmares settled outside the squat cottage, minuscule compared to the lavish manse in which she had danced, Christina could feel the sticky semen she had swallowed burning in her stomach, its foul magic surely working to beautify her.

	“And where have you been daughter mine?” Asked her mother as Christina quietly opened the door.
“I had to take my medicine all by myself Christina, you hear me? What if I had forgotten, what then? And why are you dressed like that, you didn’t go to work in that nice gown did you?”
“I’m sorry mom, I really am, I didn’t know I’d be out this late. I was with Am-, I was with that nice gentleman from the other night” she hissed the last part, hating to dignify the incubus. 
“He took me dancing mother, can you believe it? Me of all people, and he thinks I’m beautiful! I’m sorry I forgot your medicine, but can’t you be happy for me?”
Christina wasn’t sure where the words came from, they didn’t match her thoughts, but they flowed freely from her mouth.
“I’m sorry sweetie, I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just an old woman’s lot to worry, and that’s just my lot in life. Im glad you finally found a man, and quite the looker too, just please remember your old mother, will you? It reminds me of when I met your father, oh what a night that was. We were so young, so full of…”
Christina was familiar with her mother’s tales, which she told for herself, and didn’t seem to care if people listened. She slipped out of the front room and into her bedroom, giddily anticipating her reflection in the window in the morning. How would the demon’s deal change her? She could only wonder, and try not to masturbate as she struggled to fall asleep, her loins still aroused from Amdusias’ seed.

	Christina awoke just before the sun rose, the dark cum in her stomach replaced with butterflies. She couldn’t suppress her vanity; she had to see what the incubus’ magic had done. Barely able to overcome her anticipation, she looked at her reflection in her window. The figure that stared back was enrapturing; her hair had become luxurious and flowing like umber-colored silk. Though her figure was still full and curvy, some of her fat had vanished in the night, leaving her perfectly proportioned. Gone were the blemishes, calluses, tiny scars and imperfections in her skin, and it had a smoothness to it like it had just been washed. Although they had not changed size, her breasts were rounder, perkier and fuller. Her rear possessed new curves, giving her a smooth rump that tapered gently to wide, luscious hips, just as smooth and soft as her new ass. Even her toes were refined; the nails seemingly trimming and cleaning themselves, any dead skin or bruises from the long walks to town and hazards at the Speckled Stone gone. Christina marveled at her new appearance, congratulating her cleverness for using the incubus’ magic. So many other women would have thrown their lives away for the results one night with Amdusias had done.

	She paused, stunned; those thoughts were not her own, and she didn’t know from where they came. She hadn’t just thought she was clever for sucking Amdusias’ cock, and started to worry, concerned she had agreed to something unwise. But as quick as those concerns arose did they fade, replaced with more marvels at the demon’s transformative powers. How amazing was what he could do, to be able transform her from a plain townswoman to a refined princess in a single night. What else could he do for her if only she was brave enough to ask? To be forever youthful? To be rich, famous, revere? And all she had to do was repay him with the most basic of rewards, it was so easy! She licked her new, full, crimson lips. Had she ever tasted anything as wonderful as Amdusias’ sperm?

	Christina’s mother was unusually aware this morning, and stopped cleaning dishes as her daughter entered the kitchen, her gait now a seductive, elegant catwalk.
“My oh my dearie, are you going out with whatshisname again? I didn’t think Claus paid enough for makeup like that, were they gifts?”
“Oh, um, yes. He gave them to me last night. Don’t I look great?” With her last words she spun around in a brief pirouette, balancing perfectly on her toes.
“Anyways, I have to go to work today, but I don’t think I’ll be seeing him for a few days, Claus is going to chew me over for missing this much time.”
With that her mother nodded and returned to the dishes, adding “Whatever makes you happy dear.”

	Her work outfit still fit, though she needed to tie the bustier tighter and lace the back up a tiny bit more. All day at work she drew catcalls and hollers from men both sober and drunk. Many tried to touch her; to get a handful of her luscious butt or attractive boobs, but with her newfound grace she managed to slip away from all of them. She flaunted her new looks, bending over tables to clean them and sending seductive winks to hooting patrons. She had no interest in any of them; it was doubtful that any of them could match Amdusias in prowess or in what they could give her. By the time the inn closed she had accumulated more in tips than she normally did in a week. 

	As she and the other barmaids, all of the glaring at her jealously, put up the chairs and cleaned the floors Claus waved her over to the bar. She trotted over to him and noticed how his eyes remained fixed on her chest.
“I need ta talk to ya Christina, private-like. Meet me in th’cellar, wouldya?” Said the barman through tipsy, slurred words. Christina wondered what he could want, but followed him downstairs regardless. The cellar was dark, most of the space taken up by barrels of ale and stores of food. Normally when someone went downstairs they brought a torch, but Claus eschewed one this time. He held the door open for her, his groggy face looking down her at her bust as she walked past. Claus shut the door behind her, leaving them both in the dark of the Speckled Stone’s cellar.
“Y’always been a looker Christina, but I never seen ya like t’day. C’mon, lets have a kiss.”
Claus puckered his lips and leaned over Christina, making smooching noises at her face. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. Christina hastily put her hands over her face, and the big barman’s lips placed a sloppy wet kiss on her palms.
“I’m sorry Claus, I don’t want anything like that,” she said, panic rising in her belly.
“I think I’ll just go home now, I can get my pay in the morning.”
Claus’ heavy, calloused hands grabbed her by the waist, squeezing her tightly.
“Don’t think ya can waltz around m’place of work like a whore, makin’ me look at ya showin off all day, whit’out a reward. Now pucker up whore.”

	One of the barman’s arms wrapped around Christina’s waist, the other pulling down her top and squeezing one of her breasts. She shrieked and recoiled, his touch rough and inconsiderate. She shrieked, and Claus used that opportunity to kiss her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. His hand reached up under her skirt and crudely stuck a finger down her undergarments. She managed to pull her mouth away from him, a few strands of saliva still connecting them.
“Stop!” she cried, her feeble hands pushing against his gut. The hand groping her breast clumsily slid around her back, tearing the lace that held her outfit up. Claus’ finger was just about to enter her vagina when she kneed him in his crotch. Claus doubled over in pain, withdrawing his hands from the nubile waitress. Her eyes puffy and red, Christina ran for the door, one hand hitching up her skirt, the other holding her dress over her chest. As she sprinted through the dining room of the inn, the other barmaids staring at her in shock, Claus thundered up the stairs, his fists balled in rage. Christina hustled out the door, racing down the road home with the enraged man in pursuit. Breathing heavily in the dark, she stumbled down the road and could hear the obese Claus not far behind her. She had made it almost a third of the way home when Claus ran out of breath; Christina could hear his panting fade into the distance.

	Her mother gave her comfort, but didn’t seem to fully understand what had append. Christina stayed within her home for the greater part of a week, ashamed and fearful to go outside. Every morning she looked at her reflection, and every day her newfound beauty faded; first the luster from her hair, then the fullness of her breasts, then her skin, her lips. It only worsened her mood, seeing herself worsen day by day. One night, as she tossed and turned, haunted by Claus’ image, she thought about what Amdusias had told her; how to maintain her enchanted looks. Disgusted with herself for doing so, she began to finger herself, praying she could forget when Claus did the same. She concentrated on the demon, bringing forth the memory of his taste, his smell, his touch. She squeezed her breasts and fondled her nipples, wishing it was Amdusias doing the same. Christina humped her hand, trying desperately to cum so she could see her diabolic paramour, her own efforts paling in comparison to his. It took longer than she had wished for her to finish, and it was a shallow, unsatisfying orgasm. Even afterwards, she found she couldn’t sleep, staring at the ceiling bleary eyed and sullen for hours. 
	It was nearly dawn when she awoke. There was an immense pressure on her chest, and she could barely breathe; only able to take small shallow breaths. Amdusias leaned over, grinning inches from her face.
“Rise and shine girly, time for you to pay me my dues.”
The masculine devil was sitting on her chest, his crotch resting on her diaphragm. His fuzzy legs were bent by her side and his tail wrapped around her waist, the tip idly playing with her belly button. His wings spread over her, enclosing them in a claustrophobic shell of feathers. 
“I…can’t…breathe” gasped Christina. She tried to wiggle out from under him, but his weight held her in place.
“Please…get…off”
“Oh I intend to, trust me. I even brought some ‘instruments’ for that exact purpose.”
Amdusias produced a large black sack from beside the bed, red runes and pentagrams woven into the fabric.
“Where’s…Mother…needs…medicine”
“Oh don’t worry about her, she was glad to let me in when she saw me. I even gave her the snake oil you feed her, see how much I care about you? Be careful Tiny-Tits, she treats me much better than you do, I may be persuaded to start offering her my deals soon.”

	Amdusias stuck a hand into the bag and withdrew a pair of rubbery creatures. They had circular, disclike mouths devoid of teeth and skin like black latex, and they writhed and wriggled in Amdusias’ hands.
“The first of Balam’s Animate Instruments of Lust; The Two Black Leeches.”
Amdusias licked his way down Christina’s body, from just behind her ear to her collarbone to her sternum, then up to her right breast and gave her nipple a playful bite.
“Harmless, I assure you.”
He then placed each leech upon her breasts, the slimy creatures’ mouths clamping down on her nipples. Their slick bodies wrapped around her boobs, squeezing and constricting them. Their mouths were like suction cups, forming an airtight seal that ended exactly at the end of her areola. They alternated their inhalations, one sucking on a nipple then releasing it as its opposite began to suck. When one released her nipple it would squeeze her breast tighter with its body, the slimy exterior leaving a slight reflective film over her bosom.

	“What…they…doing” gasped Christina, both due to lack of air and the arousing sensation. Her nipples were already growing erect from the Black Leeches’ attentions; tiny thin tongues in their mouths playing with them like they did her breasts.
“I think it would be better if you saved your breath girly” mused Amdusias. He inserted his middle finger into her mouth, toying idly with her tongue and tracing her teeth. 
“The second instrument; the Trembling Centipede. I’m not a huge fan of this one, but I did promise to use all of them, didn’t I?”
In his hand was a long, bumpy pink worm, with a trio of black eyes at either end. Hundreds of tiny, writhing tendrils coated its underside. With a chuckle he placed it beneath her at the base of her spine. Slowly it crawled up her backside, moving a lazy pattern up her spine. Wherever it went its tiny legs massaged her back, the tiny tickling sensations rippling through her muscles. When it reached her shoulders it crawled over her neck and constricted, rendering her unable to breathe for a few hellish seconds. It then crawled down her other shoulder and began its return journey. 

	“Enjoying yourself Tina? I know I am, and we have so many more to go.”
“Mmmph…Iffmmph” replied Christina.
“I thought we agreed you shouldn’t talk? I guess I have no choice but to show you this!”
With a flourish he produced a curious creature; it had a mosquito-like body with four very long legs. In place of its head was a long, phallic rod.
“The Forbidden Wasp. Please be gentle with it, Prince Balam lent them to me in good faith and I would hate for his property to be damaged.”
He released it on her face, two of the legs taking their place on the orbits of her eyes and the others on her chin. The incubi’s finger withdrew slowly, his claw tracing her tongue until it popped out of her lips. The Forbidden Wasp’s member loomed over her, and Amdusias’ claw gently peeled back her jaw. With a rhythm that matched the leeches it lowered itself into her mouth, penetrating just back to her tonsils. When it entered her mouth she could only breathe through her nose, her nostrils desperately drawing for air. 

	The cruel demon above her, framed by his canopy of feathers, smiled at the image she presented; face being penetrated by the living dildo, he breasts suckled and bound by the parasites, her backside and neck caressed by his arthropod. He sighed in overdramatic bliss, pretending to swoon at the sight. His victim’s arms trembled, gripping the side of the bed for support. 
“Such a wonderful sight girly, it really is. Let me just find the Spider of Desire-there we go.”
A creature with legs covered in feathery hairs, its body a tiny ball of fuzz crawled out of the bag and across the bed, making a beeline for her crotch. Christina’s eyes widened in shock and she tried to recoil from it, but the demon kept her pinned. The Spider gently crawled onto her groin, its feathery legs brushing her erogenous zones. The tips of its appendages brushed her clitoris, the outside of her labia, the insides of her thighs. The feathery hairs tickled her, each one sending ripples of pleasure through her body.

	The cacophony of sensations was overwhelming, and her dulled mind from her asphyxiation was becoming swamped with pleasure. She wanted to cry out as the Wasp withdrew, but the Centipede constricted her neck, choking her when she tried to exclaim her ecstasy. Her tits were raw from the Leeches’ attentions, her bosom red from their constant constriction and suction. Her cunt was wet, aided immensely by the Spider’s gentle caress, and she suckled on the Wasp’s insectile dong as if it were her mast-Amdusias’. She hadn’t thought that, she knew it, just a slip of the mental tongue. She was about to cum, trying desperately to arch her back despite the heavy weight on her chest. Her toes curled and her eyes shut in anticipation of her orgasm when everything stopped. The Forbidden Wasp stopped, The Spider of Desire Stopped, The Two Black Leeches let go of her breasts and the Trembling Centipede loosened its grip on her. She stared up in shock at Amdusias who was giggling comically to himself.
	
	“Wh..wh…what…gives…prick?” gasped the denied women. She was so close, dammit!
“I just remembered, you agreed to suck my cock every time we met. I was so caught up in playing with my toys I forgot! Here, let me give it to you, you need it for my gift after all.”
Amdusias scooted up her body until he sat on her breasts, still keeping her lower body pinned by putting his fuzzy knees on her legs. 
“Open up girly” he said, but it was unnecessary; Christina’s mouth was wide open with gasps from her near-orgasm. Gently at first, he rocked his hips into her face, stuffing her with his demonic meat. Christina closed her eyes and lost herself in the familiar, glorious taste and smell. She tried her best to pleasure him with her tongue, but Amdusias was making no accommodations for her. He leaned over her, forcing his weight into her face, his ratlike legs keeping her pinned, their claws digging into her chest. He put his hands on the bedpost for support and started to thrust into her face. Each time he went as far as Christina’s body would allow, his demonic balls slapping against her chin. Precum mixed with saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth and she gagged on the incubus’ cock.

	Amdusias thrust as deep as he could, getting every millimeter of cock-flesh into Chirstina’s eager orifice.  It was then that one of his clawed hands pinched her nose, cutting off her breathing. One of his feet pressed hard on her diaphragm, forcing the air out of her. She struggled for air, her heart racing and the edges of her vision starting to fade to black. Amdusias’ cock twitched. She was suffocating, impaled on his dick, unable to force him off. She tried to beat her hands against him but The Centipede and The Leeches held her arms down, one of the sticky black creatures sucking on her pinky finger like it was a nipple. Another twitch. Her throat spasmed, desperate for air, but all it got was more of Amdusias’ member. 

	Suddenly his balls emptied themselves of his dark cum, its sticky blackness pouring down Christina’s throat. That familiar burning taste returned, and with it the promise of her good looks return. Still her world started to go black, but she couldn’t care less, overjoyed to get her mast-her demonic lover’s spunk back in her body. Only when the last drop left his penis did Amdusias release her nose, and then slowly withdraw his cock. Only when it was fully withdrawn did he get off Christina, finally allowing her to breathe freely. She sucked in the air, still so close to orgasming. She gasped and huffed, taking deep breaths as Amdusias brought his face to her crotch. Slowly his forked tongue emerged, tickling her clitoris and labia before entering her folds. He rolled it around, its texture smooth and wonderful. Christina’s breaths were now just as much for air as they were from ecstasy, the incubus rewarding her oral ministrations with his own. She finally broke down, orgasming hard, her body twitching, her arms still restrained. Her back arched high in the air, her raw breasts jiggling from the action. Her hips thrust toward Amdusias, offering him her fluids which he gladly licked up. 

	She sat there panting wordlessly for a solid ten minutes, Amdusias towering over her with a wicked expression of satisfaction. When she finally found the words they came out soft and small.
“Huhh, huhh, huhh. That was, wow, amazing. I didn’t think I could ever, wow, cum like that. But, huhh, why did you have to crush me?”
“Another trick of the trade girly. If you could have weaseled out it would have ruined the whole thing, and I so rarely get to use Balam’s Instruments.”
The creatures to which he referred were climbing back in their bag, each slick with fluids and exhausted. 
“Don’t worry about how I get my pleasure girly, remember I promised never to hurt you. I only want what’s best for you, and nothing is better than a new experience.”
“Speaking of hurting me, there’s something I need to tell you.”

	She told him about her near-rape with Claus, his drunken lust, the midnight pursuit. She shut her eyes and tried not to cry, and it was fortunate too, because she didn’t have to see the pleased, almost self-congratulatory expression on Amdusias’ face. 
“I need something more from you Amdusias the Disputer. More than wealth or beauty. I want revenge, and I will give you anything for it. Anything.”
The demon’s cockring perked up at this, ‘looking’ back from Christina to Amdusias’ face. It cocked It’s arrowhead to the side like a confused puppy.
The demon smiled a dark, toothy smile, one that belied nothing but malice.
“I have always said anything can be yours if you pay the right price. Are you prepared to give me-”
“My virginity” she cut him off, “you can take my virginity if that’s what it takes. I just want to see Claus pay.”

								END PART ONE