Demonology
 
In the forest, not far off the road was a small cottage built by a man who had only the most rudimentary understanding of construction. The cottage was relatively stable, however, and only leaked in unimportant places. Inside, the pinewood plank floor had been cleared and all furniture pushed to the sides to make room for a large rune circle carved into the wood in the centre. Standing over the circle, completing the last of the runes, was a young man, no older than twenty. He wore the maroon robes of an acolyte of the academy, though normally they would never be allowed out of the school grounds. Around the room were tables and shelves full of miscellaneous magical items he had collected over the years. Most of them were stolen from the academy and stored in this hidden cottage in the woods. He had been lucky not to be caught yet, but that was not going to last forever. He would have to start smuggling them back into the school if this experiment did not work.
 
He dropped the blackish-blue liquid he had spent months preparing and chanted a long string of ancient, guttural words. The fluid flowed into the rune carvings and started to bubble. The more he chanted the more the fluid bubbled and hissed. Blue smoke began to rise from the runes. Marvin, junior sorcerer, took a step back as the rune circle began to glow and purplish sparks jumped upwards. He licked his lips and tried to control the shaking in his hands as he watched the runes glow brighter. This might actually work, he thought. A blue, smokeless fire began to grow in the middle of the circle and steadily grow taller until it was at least as tall as the sorcerer.
 
Marvin backed away further, scared that the fire might set the room ablaze, but oddly he felt no heat. He put his hand out towards the fire and felt only a cold prickling. Suddenly there was a flash of blue light and a noise like a lightning strike inside his head. The sorcerer was thrown backwards, into a shelf of alchemical ingredients. He fell to the floor amid a shower of broken bottles, splintered wood and shattered crystal. His head thumped with pain and his vision was blurry. He got up on shaky arms and looked at his rune circle. It had stopped glowing and for a moment he felt the sharp pang of failure but then he saw her.
 
Floating a few feet above the rune circle was the demon. Marvin’s eyes were transfixed immediately. She was gorgeous from top to bottom though not exactly what he was expecting. She looked down curiously at him with bright blue eyes that glowed with a supernatural light. She wore a curious, slightly annoyed expression on her face which was sharp and cruel, yet oddly alluring. Her skin was a pale grey, almost like a corpse but with too much life in it. An odd contradiction, Marvin noted. Her hair was as black as night and flowed from her head like a waterfall of pure darkness from which two, short, curved ivory horns emerged.
 
So distracted by the demon’s face was Marvin that it took him a moment to realise she was naked. His eyes wandered down her curvy body, settling for a while on her pair of exquisite breasts. They were large and full and reminded him of the breasts he had seen on older women. Actually, looking carefully, the demon’s body was almost certainly that of an older woman. She had the hips, the fuller frame, the breasts and the face of a woman in her 40s. Between her thick thighs was a small patch of dark hair that enticed further exploration. Marvin felt his heart beat in his ears as adrenaline and excitement washed over him.
 
‘Not what I was expecting,’ Marvin mumbled, still somewhat dumbfounded.
 
‘It speaks?’ said the demon. She even had the matriarchal, slightly condescending tone of an older woman.
 
‘I summoned you,’ Marvin said, getting to his feet without taking his eyes off the buxom beauty floating in his cottage.
 
The demon looked around the small room with a slightly distasteful look on her face. ‘So it seems’.
 
Marvin slowly approached the demon, still not entirely sure if he was just seeing things or if he had actually just summoned a demon. He carefully examined every detail of her naked body. Her skin was smooth and clear except for the tops of her hands, shoulders and ankles where dark grey scales replaced the pale skin. On each of her fingertips was a long, curved claw that looked viciously sharp. Her toes were equally clawed. The demon’s eyes stayed on him as he wandered behind her to examine the large, round posterior that just begged to be squeezed. Marvin could not decide which was better; the demon’s rear or her chest. He considered himself a breast man but this demonic arse was making him second guess himself.
 
Marvin came back around to the front of the demon, settling his eyes on the black hair between the demon’s legs before he forced himself to look back into those blue within blue eyes.
 
‘That mark on your belly,’ Marvin said, pointing to the complex glyph on the demon’s stomach. It was a faint mark, only just visible up close. ‘That means you’re bound to me.’
 
The demon looked down at her belly and touched the faint mark.
 
‘It does. I am your bound servant,’ said the demon. She sounded bored, like she had gone through this process many times before, which Marvin suspected she had.
 
‘So you must call me master, right?’ Marvin asked, his excitement starting to come through in his voice.
 
‘That’s not going to happen, mortal,’ said the demon. Her eyes narrowed and her face twisted into an even more aggressive glare.
 
‘Call me Marvin then. And what shall I call you, demon?’ Marvin said.
 
His confidence was up now. He had just summoned a demon – and what a demon! – putting him years ahead of his peers. He always knew he was more talented than those plebs in the academy, he just needed the flexibility to prove it and he could not find it in the academy. Out here in the woods, he had found his talent and now he could show everyone how truly gifted he was. He could not wait to show this off in demonology. That would certainly shut up his professor. Then he could tell him where to shove all his restrictive, obsolete rules.
 
‘You can call me Tel’va Charrie. It means She Who – ‘ the demon began, but was cut off by the young sorcerer.
 
‘Yeah, yeah. I’ll call you Cherry. Cherry my demon servant,’ Marvin laughed. His grin was irremovable.
 
The demon glared down at the young sorcerer with a cold fury. He was proud and disrespectful with the power he had summoned and thought he could control. The demon watched him and considered him carefully.
 
‘Why?’ the demon asked, her voice dripping with venomous disdain.
 
‘Cherry was the name of a friend of my mother when I was younger. I always wanted to have sex with her and you sort of look like her,’ Marvin explained. ‘I’ve got so many things planned for you’.
 
‘You should have more respect for the power in your midst, mortal,’ the demon warned.
 
‘You really weren’t what I was expecting, Cherry,’ Marvin said, ignoring Cherry’s words, standing back and giving his demon another look over.
 
‘How so?’
 
‘How so, master,’ Marvin corrected.
 
‘How so… master?’ Cherry snarled.
 
‘Not as young as I had hoped. All illustrations of your kind show you as young nymphs or women in their prime. You look more like a nymph’s mother,’ Marvin replied as if it were obvious.
 
Cherry glared at him again, her eyes glowing brighter as her rage swelled and receded.
 
‘My apologies, master,’ the demon said sarcastically.
 
‘No matter. You will do fine,’ said Marvin as he begun to undress.
 
Soon the young sorcerer was standing naked before his demon. He was thin to the point of bony and his muscles were lean and spindly. He combed his greasy blonde-brown hair back and pulled up a chair in front of the floating demon. Between his long, thin legs his cock was already hard and at it’s full, slightly below average size.
 
‘Come down here and get on your knees, Cherry. I wish to examine your skills,’ he said, pointing to the ground in front of his seat.
Cherry did as she was commanded and lowered herself to the floor until her knees rested on the pinewood ground before her new master. She already knew what he wanted. He was not the first wizard to summon her for sexual services. They were rarely hard to please but occasionally they surprised her. Her mind flickered back to her ten years of service to the Arch Mage and his parties…
 
Marvin watched as the demon’s grey, scaly hand wrapped around the shaft of his erection. It felt good to have a hand that was not his own finally gripping his prick. He worried for a moment about the claws at the end of each finger but the demon curled them in so they bluntly rubbed against the shaft. He smiled with delight. The demon did not even need to be trained, he thought. Maybe having an older slave had hidden benefits.
 
Opening her mouth, Cherry the demon revealed her freakishly long tongue that unspooled itself from between her elongated, crystalline canines. Marvin saw the teeth and panicked as he imagined them slicing off his cock in one bite. Cherry did not have to say anything but show him her teeth as she folded them flat against her gums, turning them from crystal daggers into flat, smooth glass. Cherry lowered her head towards the young sorcerer’s erection and let her tongue wrap around it like snake about to crush its prey. She tasted meat and sensed the power within his shaft. It was a dull light and far from the burning glow she had seen in other, better men, but the light was there.
 
Marvin squirmed in his seat as he felt the warm, wetness of the demon’s tongue wrap around his cock. She ran her tongue up and down his length, teasing him. He felt a shiver of lustful pleasure run up his spine. He wanted more and he did not want to wait for it. He grabbed one of Cherry’s horns and pushed the demon’s head down on his dick. His pink head vanished into her mouth and was enveloped in the warmth of her mouth.
 
‘Guhh…’ Marvin groaned as he felt a stronger tingle of lusty need spreading around his lap.
 
This was miles better than his hand, he thought. It was a pleasure he had spent many nights trying to imagine but had completely missed the mark, as he now knew.
 
Cherry’s tongue had not let go of the sorcerer’s cock even once it had entered her mouth. It squirmed around the hard meat, teasing it while her lips did the rest. She had tasted better but also much, much worse. Her head bopped up and down as she sucked his cock expertly. The sorcerer groaned and laughed shamelessly, pushing the demon’s head down further until the entirety of his length was lodged in her mouth and throat, caressed by her twitching, ribbed muscles of her neck. Had she been a normal woman, Cherry would have been gagging, but centuries of experience and her natural demonic biology made that problem irrelevant. The head of Marvin’s penis went down her throat and up, back and forth, rubbing against the rippled interior of her mouth and throat until he came.
With a loud groan and a sharp thrust of his hips, Marvin forced the head of his cock back down Cherry’s throat and unloaded his cum into her. It was hardly massive, but certainly substantial and erupted with all the force of youth, squirting into her stomach. Cherry sucked harder, dragging out every ounce of his vitae she could until he went flaccid in her mouth and fell out like a drowned worm. Cherry coughed, clearing her throat and swallowing whatever came back up. She grinned slyly at her new master.
 
She’s loving this, Marvin thought. His demon whore loved his cum!
 
This was where Marvin was wrong but he would not realise his mistake just yet.
 
A few minutes later Marvin found the stamina to summon a new erection. One which would last far longer than the previous. He ordered his servant, his demon whore, to bend over the table while he stood behind her and readied himself for the main course. Cherry was bent over a table with her wide arse stuck up and her legs spread in the classic “fuck me” position.
 
Marvin looked down at the two holes she was presenting. Both were attractive and he would certainly explore the pleasures of both in time but for now he placed the tip of his cock against the wet entrance of her pussy while keeping an eye on the tighter, dirtier hole just above it.
 
‘Look at how wet you are, filthy woman,’ Marvin said.
 
Cherry did not correct him. Technically he was correct; she was wet, but she was always wet, always horny and always scheming. He had nothing to do with any of that.  
 
He pushed the head of his shaft into the tight gash of the demon and began, with surprising force, to fuck her. There was no foreplay or savouring of the moment. He just wanted the feast and to gorge himself on his own selfish desires. Holding her by her wide hips, the young, skinny sorcerer began to thrust in and out of her quickly, slapping his thighs against her buttocks with wet slapping sounds. The demon was caught off-guard by her master’s enthusiasm. She had detected he was a virgin the moment she saw him and expected a little more caution from him, but he had thrown himself into the act with admirable gusto, even if his form and etiquette were in need of a lot of work. He was a fool, Cherry thought as her breasts rocked against the wooden surface of the table. Each thrust from behind sent ripples through her flesh and caused her large, pleasantly drooping breasts, to sway back and forth. The sensation this caused her nipples as they rubbed against the wood was the most enjoyable part of the experience as far as Cherry was concerned. Her master was sloppy with his technique and was missing her hotspots with impeccable accuracy. It was more annoying than teasing. Cherry began to move her hips, grinding them against the cock inside her, chasing her own pleasure rather than her master’s.
Marvin paused his thrusting and let his demonic whore grind on him. The sight of her arse moving against him filled his mind with lustful, wicked thoughts. He grabbed her by the waist and renewed his battery of her tight slit. He was chasing a high that continued rising, forever out of his reach. He was betrayed by his own imagination that concocted a pleasure his body could never live up to, not without the help of a demon. An orgasm would simply fall short of the lust that grew in his head and that enraged him like nothing else. His abs were beginning to ache with the unusual strain his placing them under. Cherry was convinced this was the most exercise he’d ever done in his life but admired his effort as she let him pound into the back of her. Maybe if he had been younger or more shy she would have taken sympathy and enjoyed teaching him, but he was being an upstart and deserved only what his own pathetic skill could bring him
 
Marvin stopped for a breather after several minutes of moderate effort. Sweat covered his body, making him shiny and wet when Cherry turned around to face him. She would be kind and give him one good lay in his life.
 
Cherry took control and pushed the sorcerer to the floor and straddled him before he could complain. Guiding his cock back inside her, teasing herself with it for just a moment, Cherry showed the young sorcerer how to properly enter a woman. She rocked her hips, slowly dragging out each long grind as far as she could while beneath her the sorcerer fondled her large, soft breasts like a child with their new favourite toy.
 
Cherry’s tits were slapping against each other in a steady rhythm as she found her own pace on top of the sorcerer. Her style was faster and harder than what the sorcerer had been able to do to her given his lack of bulk and strength. Cherry grabbed her master by his neck and forced his face into her chest. He wrapped her huge breasts around his head like two fleshy pillows. He was laughing as he covered his face in tits. He bit down on Cherry’s nipple harder than she would have liked, which surprised her. His disregard for her pleasure was expected; rather it was Cherry’s own lowered pain threshold that surprised her. She had not been summoned and used often this last decade, slowing letting her power atrophy. This angered her and she took it out on the sorcerer, sinking her claws into the soft skin on the sorcerer’s shoulders.
 
The demon could remember the last time she had actual power. It had been a little over two hundred years ago when she was summoned to the service of an Arch Mage with a veracious sexual appetite. That was when Cherry had been in her prime and was every part the succubus of legend. She even had her tail, which she noticed now had withered away along with the bulk of her magical powers. She felt weak and prudish, so far away from the powerful demon sex slave of the Arch Mage who would have done anything and everything, who exhausted scores of men during marathon orgies and been a prized possession of a great man. She was the centrepiece of attention at every party. Oh how she had fallen from the mountain palace of great men and into a dim cottage, getting fucked by a scrawny runt who fancied himself a sorcerer.
 
She gently bit into the sorcerer’s neck , rubbing her horns against his head while his hands moved from her breasts to clumsily groped at her arse. His fingers teased around the tightly clenched hole to her arse, unsure if he wanted to explore deeper or not. Cherry was about to scold him for it and then cringed at her prudishness. What would the Arch Mage think of her now? He’d probably punish her. Wicked thoughts resurfaced in her mind and sly smile graced her lips.
 
She pushed the sorcerer flat onto his back and dragged her claws across his skin from his shoulders to his belly, leaving long, pink scratches. She may have been weaker than normal but she was still on an entirely different level than the skinny sorcerer. She clenched her pussy muscles and began to forcefully drag out the sorcerer’s orgasm. Back in the day she could have made a man like this cum just by looking at him, but now she was reduced to the level of a human woman; a human woman with centuries of sexual experience and little to no inhibitions when in the right mood but without her magic she was basically just a human.
 
She looked into the eyes of the sorcerer. He was gasping and groaning heavily. Sweat was dripping from his brow, glimmering on his pale, skinny body covered in scratch marks. Her blue in blue eyes began to ebb with a power deep within her as she saw her sorcerer pass the point of no return. She took him by the neck and held him tightly as her hips rocked back and forth and her muscles contracted and relaxed around him.
 
‘Ahhh, I’m gonna cum,’ groaned Marvin with a dumb expression on his face.
 
‘Tell me, sorcerer: do you think you have power over me?’ asked Cherry.
 
If Marvin had not been so close to orgasm and already lost in the throes of his pleasure he would have questioned the demon’s odd statement. He would have also noticed that the mark upon the demon’s belly was beginning to glow and fall apart. Then Marvin would have realised his mistakes, though it was too late to do anything about them. It had been too late the moment Cherry had appeared in the mortal realm. It had been too late the moment Marvin decided summoning a demon was a smart idea. A smarter sorcerer would have realised that but Marvin was not a smart man, merely a lucky one. He was lucky to have gotten as far as he had and lucky he had not been pulled into the infernal realms the second he dared to take something from it. But now his luck had run out.
 
Marvin came for the second and last time. The pent up frustration was unleashed into his demonic whore. He could feel each long, powerful jet of sperm erupting from the head of his cock and filling the womb of the demon. Even Cherry let out a gasp of satisfaction as she felt the sorcerer’s impressively large load inside of her. The second wave had been larger than the first, Cherry smirked at the thought. She felt good. She felt strong. Her eyes began to glow even brighter as she let out a slow, malicious laugh. Her nails sunk deeper into Marvin’s skin, deeper and deeper and until blood began to seep out. Marvin cried out and tried to push her hands away but was not strong enough to fight off the demon on top of him.
 
Then Marvin felt something very strange. Once the shock of pleasure of release had begun to fade, a new and entirely unpleasant feeling washed over him. He felt colder and emptier with each second. A terror began to overcome him as he looked into the blue in blue eyes of the demon. The rune markings on her belly had vanished and with it all of the magical limitations that held the demon in check.
 
Marvin tried to push Cherry off him but the demon easily overpowered him. She leaned in close and grinned into Marvin’s face, bearing rows of crystal teeth and a fog of hot breath. She inhaled deeply and took with it the wispy matter of Marvin’s soul.
 
‘No!’ Marvin managed to scream as the life was drained from him.
 
Cherry laughed as she felt the energy swirl inside of her. She clawed at her own skin and shivered in pleasant bliss at the sensation while under her, the sorcerer was withering into nothing.
 
A moment later, now little more than a dry husk, the last of Marvin’s soul was consumed. Cherry stood up and brushed off the dusty remains of the dead sorcerer from her thighs and between her legs. Cherry rubbed her stomach and sighed heavily with satisfaction like one may after finishing a feast after days of hunger. He may have been a lousy lover but the sorcerer was a decent meal. His soul had still been young and full with just enough perversion for flavour, but that was not the best part. Cherry wandered out of the small cottage and looked up at the night sky. She felt the cool, fresh air of the forest on her naked body.
 
‘Free,’ she said into the wind. ‘No binds or masters. I am free.’
 
The remnants of Marvin’s rune were still slightly visible on her belly but its power over her was gone. The foolish sorcerer had linked the run to his soul rather than a proxy he could control, so now that his soul was imprisoned within Cherry’s own demonic soul she controlled him. She looked around the mortal world with new eyes; the eyes of a free demon, which was a rare and usually short-lived thing. She would have to look out for demon hunters and all kinds of goody-goodies looking to banish her back to the infernal realm or enslave her for themselves, but if she kept her head down and did not stay in populated areas for too long she could last years, maybe even centuries.  
 
Cherry snatched the sorcerer’s clothes and threw them over herself. Covered up she could almost pass for human, except for the pale grey skin and the rather obvious horns but they could be taken care of. It hurt only a little bit and took more focus than usual but Cherry could push her horns down until they shrunk and disappeared under her black hair. The skin would be a little harder, but with sunlight and time it would change to match the inhabitants of the land. A pair of gloves would keep her scales hidden until her powers regenerated enough that she regained the ability to transform.
 
Setting out along the path to what Cherry hoped was a town, she looked forward to finding out what the men of this land could do. The sorcerer had been a disappointment but Cherry was out of practice. She would need a lot more men before she got back to her old ways. Licking her lips, Cherry began to fantasise. Maybe she’d find another Arch Mage or maybe something new. The world had changed since she had last wandered it and maybe new fetishes and taboos had arisen. Maybe she could bring some back.
 
Cherry felt a hunger and a lust, mixed together in her lower belly. It was time to find a second course…