Tags: F!DemonxMale, nipple play, vaginal, minor dom/sub, minor masochism, insect anatomy There was a blinding flash of light and the feeling of falling, and I awoke on some dark cavern floor. The air was sulfurous and suffocating. I groped about in the dim light, coughing and sputtering, trying to gain breath and balance. My eyes were blurry and unfocused, unable to make sense of the warped, distorted space around me. Something inside of me flared, alerting of a presence in the room, watching me. I staggered to my feet, trying to focus my vision and keep the contents of my stomach on the inside. “Don't rush yourself,” a voice chided sarcastically. It was distinctly feminine, but not quite human. “The sickness will pass, in time.” Suddenly, my legs gave out and everything went black. I awoke again with a bit more clarity than the last. It was impossible to tell how long I was out without any windows. The room itself was largely circular, like a roughly hewn cavern with relentlessly burning braziers suspended from the ceiling. I sat up, leaning against the wall, breathing deeply despite the caustic odor on the air. 'Don't push yourself this time, you idiot. The fact you're still alive means you're not in any immediate danger. At least everything seems to be working properly. Focus. Where was I just now?' The headache was gone, but my memory was still painfully cloudy. 'I was... walking home after a long night in the library.' The rest was unclear, and temples began to throb painfully from the strain. I perished the though, realizing it wasn't worth the effort. There was a familiar circle drawn on the floor with chalk or dust around me. I'd used similar ones before in my studies, but something looked different about the runes that outlined it. The sound of footsteps came from the doorway at the far end of the room; sharp and distinct, like the sound of heels striking stone, interrupting my examination. She appeared in the doorway with a devilish grin. “Ah, you're finally awake.” I immediately recognized what she was, and by extension, where I was. My gut twisted a little. She was almost completely nude, with nothing but a scant cloth covering her generous, swaying chest and very little else. She had ashen-gray skin covering her upper half, with everything lower than her chest (including her arms) adorned with a slick, black layer of chitinous armor with a cleft running down her stomach, exposing her navel. Little streaks of yellow decorated her carapace, outlining joints and segments across he black coat. Her limbs ended in humanoid hands and feet despite the downward spurs jutting from her forearms and calves. Viciously pointed nails sprouted from each digit and black spikes extended from her heels, resembling those ridiculous shoes women wear. The demon stepped closer with a fluid gait. I stared back coldly, remembering not to show fear or pride. Her face was mostly humanoid as well; the most noticeable feature being her two thin, long spikes curving upward from her forehead, parting her long red hair. Her amber eyes drifted up and down with deliberation, scrutinizing me with dubious intent. “Such a fragile thing you must be to lose consciousness after a summoning, but I suppose you'll do.” She flashed a wicked grin again, baring rows of pointed teeth and two mandibles peeking from the corners of her mouth, just behind her cheeks like little stilettos. Always speak plainly to a demon. “And why have I been summoned?” I rubbed my throat. It felt like something rough was lodged in there, making my voice hoarse. “I required a slave, someone to worship me and take care of all the menial tasks that are so far below me. Any self-respecting demon has at least one slave as a sign of their dominance.” She placed a hand on her protruding chest and closed her eyes smugly. I've dealt with her type before; negotiating a contract is never fast nor easy. “I don't think you know with whom you meddle.” The lump in my throat persisted. She raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Pitiful attempt at intimidation. Now, get on your knees--” “I'll not be commanded by some simple third-rank whelp like yourself.” I stood up to face her at eye-level – rather, I would have if I wasn't a full head taller. “I've subjugated demons twice your rank and thrice your size. Attempting to keep me here will invariably end in loss of limb or mind for you. I'd advise you do your best to send me back.” She stared up at me with furrowed brows, fuming just beneath the surface and stomping her foot like a spoiled child, “I don't care who you are! I summoned you and now you're bound to me! Now, bend your knee and I might forgive your continued insolence.” There was truth in her words; normally, magically contracted slaves are incapable of disobeying their mistress, yet my free will was inexplicably intact and I had not the slightest inclination to kneel before the brat and kiss her toes. Something was very obviously wrong. I knelt back down to read the runes encircling the ritual area. “Very good. Now swear your undying loyalty to me.” Her egotism knew no end, it seemed. I ignored her incessant prattling, tracing one of the red chalk marks on the floor with my fingertips. “Where did you learn about this spell?” “I... That's-- Why does it matter?” Her tone steadily grew brittle with self-doubt. “Because you weren't paying close enough attention to what you were writing. I'm not your slave, and this isn't a rune of servitude.” I rose again, my suspicions confirmed. I could barely keep from smiling at the ridiculousness of the whole situation; I thought I had at least another few years before I would have gotten married. “It's a rune of consummation.” Her cheeks and pointed hears became flushed pink as I attempted to stifle my laughter. I explained it to her in the simplest terms, illustrating the visual similarities and discrepancies between the two symbols. Of course, the old tongue doesn't explicitly refer to “consummation” or “marriage” but it's effectively the same concept. It looked like she was on the verge of tears by the end of the lecture. Pride demons ironically have such fragile egos. “Is there any way to break it?” She asked, staring at the ground with balled fists. “Of course,” I chuckled a little, “A marriage typically serves a single purpose, does it not?” She shot up at me with furious, tear-filled eyes and bared fangs trying to grab my neck. I caught her wrists before she could reach me, struggling to keep her claws from cutting anything important. “Are you trying to humiliate me?” She shouted through her tears. “I'll not stand such arrogance from a pitiful mortal!” She pushed her body closer against mine, her toes scraping against the stone floor with a sickening screech, even going so far as trying to bite at my throat with her mandibles extended. I released one of her wrists for a moment and pressed my palm against her stomach, breathing an arcane word and forcing her back with a thunderclap. The demon stumbled backwards before collapsing limply on her side with shallow, pained breaths. In truth I didn't expect such dramatic results; usually that spell only pushes foes back and knocks the wind out of them, but it has never put someone on the floor. I contemplated apologizing, but it was in self-defense after all. Still, I felt bad. She wasn't getting back up, and even if she sought to harm me, she was still just some stupid whelp. I stepped over to her and took her by the arm again, gently pulling her back on her feet. “Come on, up.” Surprisingly, she didn't put up much resistance. She took my other arm for balance and steadied her wobbling legs. “I can't stand.” She admitted in barely a whisper. Curious. I loosened my hold on her for a split second and sure enough, her legs threatened to give out again. “Are you hurt?” It was a poor, roundabout attempt at apology, I'll admit, but I never meant to do her harm. “I don't want to talk about it.” Her gaze never turned up from the floor. I tucked one arm behind her knees and lifted off the ground in a bridal carry, a little heavier than expected. She gripped my shirt reflexively with a little startled yelp, but was otherwise docile. “Where should I put you?” She wordlessly directed me out the doorway, up the little steps and into a rather ornate bedroom. The metalwork of the bed frame, the mirror, and the vanity were all impressively molded and shaped with reliefs and motifs of stemmed, thorned roses. She sat on the edge of her bed, hands rested on her shaking knees while I continued to examine the intricacies of demonic metallurgy. It all had a very dire beauty about it, very befitting. “What's your name, anyway?” I pulled a chair in front of her and sat with my arms folded. Her eyes were narrowed as if she was trying to still project some manner of intimidation or ferocity. “It is customary to present your own name before asking another's.” I smiled a bit at her stubborn cleverness. She reminded me of a few of my students. “Master Demonologist Valtr of the Halfmount University.” I pulled my the neck of my shirt down a bit to produce the Mark of Mastery tattooed beneath my collarbone, as if I expected her to have any understanding of its significance. “Nephet.” She responded bluntly. “Just 'Nephet?' I've met with countless demons in my lifetime, all of which had some fearsome title like 'Htraxikk the End of Hope' and 'Ulsos-Flies-by-Night.'” “Haven't you mocked me enough?” She pouted indignantly and crossed her arms in kind, squishing her chest pleasantly. I rubbed my chin (and in so doing, remembering how long it's been since I shaved) and leaned forward, trying to level with her. I spoke low, cautiously. “Listen, I know you want to be rid of me, and I'd love to return to the safety of my own bed, but it's just not that easy. You and I both know the easiest way to nullify a demonic contract is to fulfill it.” The skin of her ears and cheeks quickly grew rosy again, well aware of what I was implying. Silence. “Fine.” The demon conceded tersely. “Just get it over with. If you hurt me I'll gore you.” I had my doubts about that, but at least she was willing to cooperate. I rose from my chair, approaching her and placing a finger beneath her chin to turn her gaze to meet my own. “I prefer to take my time.” I brushed her bottom lip with my thumb. I couldn't deny she resembled a woman where it mattered. I leaned in and whispered “Besides, I'll only hurt you if you ask. I've never seen anyone almost cum from just a simple force spell.” Her body shot up, rigid and alert. I reveled in her barely-concealed embarrassment. “Can you stand yet?” “W-why? You can... touch me or whatever on the bed.” “I guarantee this will be more enjoyable for you if you do what I ask.” I even extended a hand out to her, in case she was still weak in the knees. She took it with expected reluctance. I placed my other hand on her stomach, tracing my fingers along the edge of where her skin met her carapace until my hand was surrounded by her breasts and their surrounding warmth. I pulled the lone strip of fabric from her shoulders, revealing her body in full. Her breasts were tipped with little peach-colored nipples that stuck out against her ashen skin, each adorned with a golden ring that made them all the more noticeable. “Aren't you going to do the same?” She inquired in a meek, shaky voice, trying to take the attention from her own nudity. I shedded my longcoat and lazily tossed it elsewhere, leaving myself in just a simple shirt and pants. “Do it for me.” She hesitated visibly, but Nephet's hands soon crawled around my waist with similar slowness, pulling my shirt over my head and dropping it on the floor as well. Her eyes grew wide as she discovered the labyrinth of ceremonial demon-ward tattoos scrawled across my body. “What are these?” Her curiosity was rather cute compared to her previous stubbornness. I could feel her fingertips tracing the lines of runes and symbols along my shoulder with surprising gentleness. “Old tradition. They're supposed to protect my kind from yours, but I never really believed in any of that. Pure superstition.” I cleared my throat, breaking her trance. “I'm still not undressed yet.” She nervously fiddled with my belt until the buckle hit the floor with a metallic clink. We stood facing each other for a few more silent moments, admiring each other's exotic anatomy. I'd never been so close to a demon of her phenotype despite my research, and I assumed she's not usually so intimate with humans either. I made the first move, wrapping an arm around the curve of her waist and pulling her close until our bodies met. I couldn't hide my excitement, and it was pressing firmly against her stomach. I took a breast in my other hand, feeling its weight and warmth as bounced and shifted against my touch. “Oh, and one last thing: you're not allowed to touch yourself.” I slid my hand upward, threading my middle finger through her piercing and lightly, gently pulling at it. She gasped hotly into my neck, clinging to my arms as her body shuddered violently. Her heartbeat was becoming rapid and violent, her breaths quickening in kind. I continued to tease her, delicately pulling and pinching her now erected nipple, each time yielding a similar reaction. Hot breaths caressed my skin, punctuated by sensual moans. “Th-the other one, too.” I had a better idea. I released her, much to her surprise, and sat on the edge of the bed, patting my lap and indicating for her to sit. She was definitely becoming more receptive to my instructions. She placed herself between my legs, adjusting her posture until she was comfortable with my member nestled against her rear. Surprisingly, her back was uncovered by her black exoskeleton, leaving just her tender ashen skin vulnerable to my touch. More curious, however, were the two appendages sprouting from her back, just below her shoulder blades. They were like an insect's wings, though far too small to carry her body and with a texture like glass; thick and rigid. I traced a finger along a rounded edge with an unprofessional amount of fascination. “What are you doing back there?” She prodded impatiently, obviously on edge. I apologized, chuckling a little at her expense. I placed my hands on her thighs, drawing them up, up, up, until they reached the fold where her body joined with her ample chest. I studied their shape, their texture, sliding my hands across every inch with deliberation, making sure to avoid the nipples. She was sweating a little, tiny beads formed on her skin, making me stick a little every time I pulled away. I rested my face in the bend between her shoulder and her neck and closed my eyes, exploring her with my other senses. The faint sulfur smell from earlier had never really faded, but I was certain it wasn't Nephet. She was faintly sweet, in fact. Every exhalation carried a hint of her voice, as if she wanted to speak but couldn't find the strength as my fingers danced across her sensitive body. “Please, my n–...” “Hmm?” I hummed inquisitively into her neck, making her squirm a little. “...my nipples.” She pleaded weakly. “It's so different than when I do it.” With continued care and detail, I inserted a finger into each of the rings and kneaded the pink buds deep into her flesh, simultaneously kissing and nibbling at her neck. She lurched forward with a sharp breath, either reflexively or as an attempt to escape the sensual assault. I delighted the lovely sensitivity of her breasts, periodically flicking or twisting the rings for a satisfying outburst. She took my hands in hers as I massaged, her nails nearly piercing my skin, only encouraging me to continue. It was almost too much fun teasing her. I dragged my tongue up the side of her neck until I reached her ear, following its length to the tip until I found it inside my mouth. Nephet began to swear under her breath in daemonic as I rolled it between my teeth; a quiet little “koor domosh” every time my hands or tongue touched her in a new way. She quickly began to shudder and shiver, obviously on edge from the constant stimulation. I hummed again with the tip of her ear in my mouth, tickling her with the vibration. She let out something halfway between a surprised shriek and a giggle. Every time she fidgeted or squirmed, she'd grind deeper and harder against me in a way that made my lower half more and more restless. I took one hand from her chest to give her some small respite and placed it between her plump thighs, finding the armor covering her entrance had opened up, revealing soft, wet flesh. I lightly prodded around inside her until my fingers were thoroughly soaked, deciding she was more than ready. “Pl-... put it in me.” Every word she spoke sounded so desperate and labored. I wasn't feeling spiteful enough to deny anymore. I needed it just as well. I lifted her a little and repositioned myself so that I was perfectly aligned with her entrance, slowly lowering her body back on top of me. Despite her eagerness, she was having difficulty receiving me. I wondered if she was entirely virginal given the painful tightness she exerted. Her chest heaved deeply, trying to accept more of me little by little. She was biting the knuckle of her index finger nervously, letting frequent, high-pitched squeals escape between her clenched teeth. “Take it slow,” I reassured her, breathing lightly into her ear. We sat motionless for a few moments until she was relaxed enough to take the last few inches inside her. She took no time to start moving on her own, rhythmically rocking her hips back and forth against me. Her insides were vastly different to the women back home. It was odd, like a soft coil, with a distinctly ridged in a spiral fashion that felt like it was eagerly trying to devour me. Part of me wondered if it was possible to have my soul sucked out through my cock, but I was finding it hard to focus on anything else at that moment. The bizarre sensations more than made up for her lack of skill. I leaned back on my forearms to allow her full range of motion; it didn't seem like she was going to slow down at my behest any time soon. The entire bed was soon scraping along the floor with her clumsy, spirited movements. I laid back fully against the mattress, placing my hands on her hips, guiding her to a steadier, more deliberate pace. I could feel every fold and crevice as she slowed down, every inhuman bump and ridge I'd never experienced before. My mouth was becoming dry. The musky, damp scent of sweat lingered heavily on the air. The sound of Neph's breaths and vulgarities were almost entirely drowned out by the wet slapping sound of her skin against mine. She gripped and spiraled around my length, the smoother her movement the more thorough and agonizingly pleasurable they became. My head became hazy and my body felt light underneath hers. I decided that if this was how the world renowned Master Valtr died, then I suppose nothing could have been more appropriate, if a bit premature. It felt like my soul and all my essence was pooling in my lower body, preparing to be released at a moment's notice. “Hey...” The girl's voice brought me back from the brink of what I assume was a spirit-death. She had stopped moving and was turned halfway to face me, “Could you... do that thing again?” “What 'thing?'” I propped myself back up on my elbows, feeling far too comfortable and a little sluggish. “When you knocked me down. It felt... really good.” Her voice gradually became quieter proportional to her embarrassment. Something about her request flipped a switch inside of me; my heart began to pound a thousand beats a minute with an unprecedented excitement. I was more than pleased to grant her request, although I didn't actually expect her to make it. “Gladly.” I sat up until and moved my hands to embrace her, one over her stomach in preparation and the other journeying up to her lips. I explored the inside of her mouth, stroking her tongue between my digits. Our bodies rolled against each other in unison, her slippery skin sliding against mine. “Noh yeth.” Of course, with her tongue being preoccupied with my fingers, she wasn't exactly capable of proper enunciation, but I understood what she meant. She wanted it right before she peaked. I was approaching climax myself, and I let out a low, involuntary grunt as it impended towards release. Her legs twitched and fidgeted reflexively with her breaths following a similarly uneven tempo. A dull, heated pressure welled in me, I was losing control. Almost there, almost there. One final, desperate gasp and she cried out, “Now!” I spoke the word again with my palm against her stomach, so strong I felt the force of it pass through me as well. She crumpled on my lap, lurching forward to absorb the shock. Her insides clamped down against me with a rapid undulating pattern, forcing my surrender. She went limp again, arms hanging helplessly while I tried to maintain a grip on her. My hips were becoming numb. I held my body against hers for the duration of my orgasm, breathing deeply on her back both from the monumental pressure surging into Nephet, and from the dampened effects of the spell. The excess spilled onto the floor as I pulled out, creating a growing pool at the foot of the bed with a thick, viscous drip, drip, drip. I hoisted the exhausted body onto the bed before she'd fall over and hurt herself. She was still alive, and conscious, but I suspected her wakefulness was quickly fading. Her eyes closed with a tired, satisfied grin, and I laid there beside her until I fell asleep too. *** The room was the same when I woke; namely, I wasn't back in my home, or even my world. I had fulfilled the contract, hadn't I? Was all that effort and convincing for nothing? Perhaps by some miracle of her ineptitude, the contract was still unfulfilled. Half of me was surprised, excited even at the scholarly opportunities this dilemma presented, completely snuffing out my previous concerns. I would find out how to return home later, after I'd had my fill of firsthand studies. Nephet was still asleep, lying on her side in a way that accentuated her curvature of her waist and hips. I dressed myself again and decided to take a look around the place. There were only three rooms, not counting the hall that connected them: the basement where I first appeared, the bedroom and the foyer, all of which were sparsely decorated or furnished. In truth I expected more decadence from the girl, but then again, she was only a rank three. “What are you looking for?” A familiar, groggy voice asked from behind me. “Nothing, really. Just...” I wasn't sure how to finish the sentence. “I thought you were supposed to be gone by now.” She was rubbing the sleep from her eyes, still not-quite-there mentally. “Indeed. But even I can be wrong sometimes.” That seemed to wake her up. “That--! The deal was that if we... did it, then you'd get sent back to your world!” “I'll cut you a new deal, no magic, just between you and I. Allow me to stay here and conduct some research on both you and your culture and I'll be your “slave.” You can even refer to me as such in public. I don't get many extended trips to your side of the world, and I'd like to make use of it.” She lit up and grinned widely, wide enough that her mandibles chittered against her teeth happily. “Deal. But you have to swear your undying loyalty to me.” Ah, that again. Her stubborn pride was beginning to grow on me, even more so when I know how easily it can be broken with jusw a few stray fingers. “Very well.” I even knelt, just to entertain her further. “I, former Master Valtr hereby swear to serve you for my duration in the demon realm, Mistress Nephet.” She was blushing all the way to her ears again.