Feature Writer: ErosinaScarlett
Feature Title: DEMON’S KNOT
Published: 17.04.2023
Story Codes: Demonic
Synopsis: Dahlia summons the wrong demon … or does she?
Demon’s Knot
The problem with owning a demon book is deciding which demon to summon first. Dahlia did not have such a problem. At the Nocturne Academy there were demon books and more to pick from. She was one of the noble caste with blood as blue as the deepest sapphire but with no money it was simple which demon she wanted.
Her problem was this: Dahlia while being a beautiful young lady with porcelain skin, long ebony hair and rare turquoise eyes, when it came to marriage prospects she had little. From the bluest of blood, descendant from old Emperors, her family was destitute. Her father had gambled away the last of their savings. As such one day he bet the last thing of value that he had: Dahlia, his daughter.
Who had won her? None other than Duke Heston of Babenburg. A man so wealthy he could fill the Trident Sea. Face fleshy and sagging from years of overindulgence with wine and brandy. Fat and bald except for the frail wires of white hair sparsely scattered on his head. Because of his lecherous ways he contracted syphilis causing his nose to fall off. In its place was a golden one which only made his skin seem more sickly with it’s splendor.
The day she first met him skin went cold and she had to swallow the sick lump in her throat once those rheumy eyes leered at her. Once his gaze landed on the swell of her breasts he smacked his thin lips loudly. He surveyed her as a man did a horse he was about to purchase. He simply would not do!
Dahlia knew she could do better than an old lascivious duke. She had tried to court many of the eligible young men at the academy. Unfortunately, the simple merchant class would lower her station while the highest nobility offered her a place as their mistress. She scorned those offers.
Suddenly she realized that she was in a school of magic! There was definitely something that could solve her money problems here! So she went hunting in the forbidden section of the library finding a book of demons that could help with a range of mortal issues. From a cure for toothache to becoming the most powerful being in the world, Dahlia searched its dusty old pages.
The night came of the Blood Moon. Everyone was asleep except for a few of the spirits and familiars that liked to haunt the school halls while the students and teachers slept. Dahlia decided to do her summoning in her private washroom. Her roommate Zophia would be spending the night in her betrothed’s room leaving her in peace to try her spell.
Just to be sure, Dahlia placed a privacy charm on the room so that anyone who happened to be awake or pass by wouldn’t hear a thing. She took out the items: a new chalk piece, 4 red candles set up at the 4 cardinal points. Taking the chalk she scraped out the circle upon the once flawless jade green tiles. She could clean it with magic before the maids came in the morning.
Next she unhooked the buttons of her white nightdress. The fabric had worn thin recently showing tiny holes. It was a conservative piece that buttoned at the top of her throat and always felt like she was choking. But given the colder nights she had to use it. Otherwise she would have slept naked.
The delicate dress was carefully folded and set to the side leaving her completely naked to the mirror. She had a slender figure with pert curves and shapely legs. Her breasts while not big were round and high coned. Soft and crowned with pale pink nipples. Her long black hair shimmered down to her lower back shielding most of her from the chill.
An electricity hummed in the air making her hair raise along her arms. She opened the book and the humming increased in intensity. It vibrated through her core and Dahlia began to second guess her strategy. But images of Duke Heston laboring over her with his fat gut had acid rushing up her throat so fast her body convulsed with sickness.
“No turning back … It’s now or never,” she hissed.
She took out a small knife, its silver blade winked in the flickering candle light. She made a tiny cut on her thumb writing her desire in her blood on the floor. Her finger throbbed and she took the injured digit into her mouth to soothe it. Often a demon summoning ritual called for bodily fluids. She was thankful it didn’t call for menstrual blood like some do.
Dahlia then took out a glass bottle of sapphire blue and poured the fragrant contents onto her hand while chanting the ancient text in a low, throaty voice. The bottle contained fragrant oil of jasmine and lavender. The aroma was sweet, voluptuous, the oil warm as she anointed her brow, her lips that kept moving in their incantations. Then to her throat, her heart, all the way down to her womb.
Her voice, the scent and feel of the oil served to hypnotize Dahlia. She even caressed an oiled fingertip over her clit. The bud began to swell with the attention. Which led to the final part that was much more pleasant. Laying down within the center of the circle which was large and wide enough to hold her body she stared up at the ceiling, studded with constellations and planets that moved with magic.
Dahlia was completely exposed but not afraid. With a deep breath of determination she spread her legs as if in presentation to a lover. Her fingers raked over her body, now thrumming with desire. She found it strange that she had to do this to draw out a demon of fortune but the demonologists are her school were often strange. She knew they held Sabbaths where they would prance about naked wearing nothing but animal skulls and pelts while shrieking into the night. Who knows what sort of sexually deviancy took place there. Goosebumps raised on her arms and legs at those thoughts.
Coming back to the task at hand, Dahlia skimmed her finger nails down her thighs. Her legs fell gracefully allowing her to playfully tease the inside of her thighs that began to ache with anticipation. She began imagining the handsome school stable hand, Finn. Hair as golden as straw and strong arms bulging every time he shoveled manure.
Dahlia gasped convulsively. Her fingers stroked across her lips, dipping between the seam imagining it was Finn. Once she caught him rutting with a girl from the kitchen. They were sweet hearts. Dahlia loved riding and often hid in the stables above where all the hay was stored. One time she heard muffled pants and incoherent words furtively whispered coming from below her. She turned over in time to see the girl with her hand wrapped around Finn’s thick member.
Dew gathered in her cunt, lubricating her fingers. Her blood hummed and skin tightened with heat. Dahlia circled around her clit, her breath shuddering at the memory. This time instead of the kitchen girl it was her with Finn. Finn kissing her deeply, his tongue fucking into her mouth as he backed her into the empty stall. It all felt so real. She could feel every sensation. His fingers, thick and masculine were ripping into her bodice to set free her breasts. White mounds already tender to his touch. His callouses were abrasive against her porcelain skin.
The fantasy deepened. She could smell the hay, the horses and male musk. Biting her lip, tasting the flowery oil she felt a wetness on her palm and fingers. Finn’s crown was leaking with precum, the silky liquid making her strokes glide smoother up and down his length. Dahlia’s heart pounded in her ears. She needed more. Her core gushed with fire. The strong man pushed her down, tripping down with her with only the hay to break their fall.
Finn broke the kiss in her fantasy, but his lips did not stop kissing her. Dahlia groaned at his mouth hot and breathy on her throat. She spread her legs to welcome him, his hips cradled by hers as his mouth ravaged her exposed breasts with kisses.
In the real world, Dahlia rubbed her fingers fiercely into her cunt. She was consumed with an insatiable hunger that had been buried deep within her until this moment. She imagined Finn sucking and nibbling at her nipples until they were taut red buds. She could practically feel his cock branding the inside of her leg as he worshiped her breasts.
“Mmmmmm,” Dahlia hummed with delight.
Her palm rubbed against her clit, the bud slippery and pulsating with her excitement. Finn in her fantasy pushed up her skirts until they were wrapped around her hips. Her femininity exposed and begging for him to fill her.
Dahlia’s skin tingled with the dark energy crackling like a fresh flame burning in a fireplace. She dug her fingers into her breast, the pain merging with the pleasure to thrill her so much she was soaking her hand. Finn in her dream felt pressed his maleness into her entrance and … Fuuuuuuck!
Dahlia pushed her finger deeper inside her but one finger was not enough. Whimpering into the void she pushed two, then three fingers to fill her. Silken heat fluttered around her thrusting fingers. She arched her back to drive her imaginary lover deeper. Licking her dry lips she sighed. The energy in the air thickened with her womanly musk combining with the robust sounds of her breathing.
In her dream she wrapped her thighs around Finn’s narrow hips as he stroked hard and deep inside her. Her hands caressed the sweat slickness of his back, then cupping and kneading the cheeks of his muscular buttocks. It all felt so real. Dahlia nearly arched off the floor, the dark, wicked energy whipping through her body bringing her closer to her peak of ecstasy.
Her cunt was boiling, her strokes increasing. Almost there. Something was happening. Dahlia could feel a presence. The face of her lover changed. He became faceless. Her focus centered on the pressure between her thighs where all sensation began and ended. Her goals, her family, her ugly fiancé disappeared. All that mattered was the pleasure.
Something or someone was huffing in her ear, a voice darker, more ancient and seductive than any mortal man. She couldn’t understand the words but felt the lust bubbling behind them. Her fingers seemed to thicken and she curled them until they were scratching at her inner heaven. Her lover’s laughter, wicked and sinister curled in her ear as her pleasure reached its crescendo. Sparks of sensation flooded her every nerve, sparkling like champagne and filling her with an otherworldly euphoria.
A burst of energy filled the room. So powerful that the candles snuffed out in a quiet hiss leaving the room pitch black. Dahlia’s body, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, collapsed onto the marble floor. The cool tiles soothing to her overheated flesh.
She looked around and muttered, “Lummus.”
Instantly the candles were lit again, shadows dancing in the corners as the flames flickered. And in the darkness she saw … no one.
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Dahlia couldn’t suppress her disappointment. She felt ridiculous! Demon summoning was supposed to be easy! She had all the tools. What went wrong? Fuming she washed herself then slipped on her white thread bare night gown. The castle was warmed by magic so often she got hot easily. The fabric clung to her damp body, her nipples still puckering as she climbed into bed.
“I suppose it’s time to conjure up another plan,” she muttered.
Her thoughts were so muddled that she thought she would never get any rest. Yet somehow Dahlia slipped easily into the dark oblivion of sleep. Darkness. Cool and comforting. She dreamt of nothing just her soul wandering through a starless night until she felt a warm current of electricity buzzing through her.
Voices. Distant, incoherent voices bouncing off the walls in her mind. Still she could see nothing. All sensation focused on the mysterious heat tingling along her skin. Then, smooth, large palms glided along her body. Lips as delicate and elusive as butterfly wings danced along her throat and chest. Dahlia groaned, turning her face to chase those butterflies.
A male voice, deep, feral, and as decadent as chocolate caramel, called to her.
“Dahlia…”
Her insides quivered.
A thrill rushed down her spine. She wanted to submit. She groaned at the feeling of something wet yet molten hot lapping at her nether lips. A languid feeling weighted down her limbs at the pleasure pulsing from her core. She could only grind her hips harder into that sinuous muscle probing her depths. Moaning at these electric sensations, Dahlia opened her eyes only to seize with terror when she opened her eyes to see who was responsible for this unearthly bliss.
“Awake at last, princess …”
The demon gave her pussy one last lap before rising and towering over her. Encaging her beneath his bulk she saw the gleam on his lips realizing it was her juices. He licked his lips, purring like a cat that had the first lick of fresh cream.
“You … You …”
He looked like every picture of an infernal devil that Dahlia had found in the manuscripts. The demon was red-skinned, sculpted to perfection. The shafts of moonlight dancing into the room accentuated every contour of corded muscle and sinew. A body honed and sculpted to fit a woman’s warrior fantasy, with rippling muscle tapering from round broad shoulders to his narrow hips. Black horns growing from his red brow to curve back over his crown of shoulder length white hair. Eyes that reminded Dahlia of a stray cat. Golden and mysterious. But there was no mistaking the insatiable hunger simmering in those eyes.
About mid thigh was where animal features began to take shape. Soft fur covering long goat legs that ended in black hooves. An arrowed tail that flicked lazily behind him. He flexed his black and red wings, blocking out some of the light to enclose her in his dark space. He filled the room with his virile prowess making Dahlia feel small and vulnerable but wet between her thighs.
Then she noticed the other monster between the creatures muscled thighs. Holy shit that wasn’t real: A red cock at half mast with large balls at its base! The shaft itself was hard, thrusting out of a sheath like that of a dog’s genitals. And it was hovering over her stomach.
“Gods —!”
Dahlia kicked the sheets to move herself further only for her back to come up against the head board. The demon laughed at her distress then pushed back laying on his side, his head resting in his head in a casual, lazy position while his tail continued to curl behind him. He surveyed her through half-lidded eyes, like a panther watching his prey.
“Who are you?!”
“You summoned me, little one,” he scratched at his firm chest giving a long yawn, “From a very peaceful nap I might add.” A smile continued to curve his lips, lush and made for sensual fantasies. “Though I greatly appreciate the snack…”
Dahlia blushed deeply. His eyes lowered to between her thighs and she realized that her night gown was bunched up at her hips showing the demon everything. What was worse was the look he gave her made the throb between her legs intensify.
With a sound of indignation Dahlia pushed her gown down and glared at the demon in her bed. While she tried to sort out what to do next the demon was watching her with interest. She was beautiful. Not golden or fragile but dark and sensual, like she could take a rough fucking.
Striking with those tropical blue green eyes that reminded him of a precious stone his last contract used to wear. His eyes trailed up to see her small breasts quiver beneath the white shift (were those tiny holes?), the nipples puckering through the thin fabric as if begging to be suckled by him.
“Are you the demon of fortune I summoned?” the young woman asked.
She combed her lily white fingers through her ebony locks to get the tangles out. The demon stared at her blankly for a moment.
“Fortune?” he threw back his head in boisterous laughter, “Did you even read the summoning spell?”
Dahlia’s heart stuttered. Did she? She flew to the side of her bed and reached underneath her mattress and pulled out the book. Her fingers almost ripped at the pages when she read the passage. Her blood ran cold when she realized her mistake. She had mistranslated a word and spoke the wrong summoning. Instead of calling a demon of fortune she had brought forth a demon of desire. An incubus.
“No … damn it!”
The creature’s eyes glowed as he laughed again, the sound a death knell to her future. And yet that sound swirled in her belly giving her goosebumps. NO! She pinched herself, the pain a shock back to reality. The infernal creature was thoroughly amused by this human.
“Stop laughing at me!” she cried, “How is sex going to solve my family’s money problems?”
His round shoulders gave a casual shrug.
“Many a poor girl found the answer easy enough.”
“I am no whore,” she sat stiffly.
The demon watched her with an inscrutable expression. Then he clicked his tongue.
“Such a dirty word out of an innocent mouth …” his eyes raked over her lazily, the moonlight was able to pass through the thin gown showing him an outline of her body. He licked his lips. “How you summoned me or why is of no importance.”
Dahlia looked like she wanted to say more but instead chewed on her lower lip.
“Did you not find some of the aspects of this spell strange?” he asked curious.
Dahlia turned away embarrassed then sat on the bed.
“Black magic often involves … sexual practices …”
“And still you went through with it? Hmmm,”
He moved until his knees pressed into the luxurious mattress. Dahlia’s breathing hitched, he looked so glorious, at least the human half of him. She could feel his dark energy pulsating around her, sensation percolating in her breasts and her core. She had to cross her legs to stop it from soaking the fine linen sheets but the demon was not fooled. His nostrils flared with his deep inhale.
“That smell…,” he began to crawl closer.
Dahlia shrank back but there was no where else to go, frozen in place by his carnal gaze. A doe cornered by the hunter.
“That heavenly scent of vanilla,” he growled, his voice like crinkled velvet wrapping around her in a seductive heat, dulling her will to fight, “That delicious scent of a woman in heat.” His mouth hovered over her breasts, his breath hot and moist sinking through the thin cotton to paint her mounds. “I still have the taste of you in my mouth …”
It suddenly clicked after hearing those words that Dahlia realized the demon was the one who had invaded her erotic imagination. His tongue slithered over her breasts, wetting her night shift until it formed to her curves, her nipples standing up obscenely.
She pushed at his chest, her small hands white against the dark crimson skin. It was like coming up against a brick wall.
“NO!”
The demon sat back on his haunches at her cry. He watched her with hunger, muscles coiled in readiness but he didn’t make another move.
“Don’t touch me, devil!” she hissed.
His smell surrounded her, filling the room with his musk. It was spicy, exotic. Her mouth went dry. The demon’s aura was so potent Dahlia didn’t know how much longer she would be able to resist.
His head tilted sideways.
“What happened to the shameless wench who couldn’t get enough of my tongue from moments ago? Hmmmm?”
Dahlia’s expression turned mulish, her eyes narrowing which would have caused any mortal man to wither. The demon only shook his head.
“To be so desperate that you would risk your soul to make a pact with the devil … Must be dire circumstances.”
“If marriage to someone old enough to be my great-grandfather then yes!”
The demon only continued to smirk.
“My, my … for a noble girl that would make her … desperate.”
“What is your name, demon?” she asked imperiously.
The demon’s palm itched to smack some respect into that pert bottom of hers. All in good time.
Instead he answered, “You summoned me shouldn’t you know?”
Dahlia’s turquoise eyes flashed. Damn!
“Well obviously you are not Asmodeus,” she sneered, “I’ve heard he is … bigger.”
Now the demon’s eyes narrowed, his features turning feral. Dahlia realized her error and filled with panic. He growled as he came close again, despite her attempts to keep him away.
They came nose to nose, the demon growling, “You will learn my name soon enough, princess.You will scream it to the heavens before this night is through and it will be engraved on your very soul.”
Gooseflesh erupted all over Dahlia’s skin at the dark promise.
His large hand wrapped around her delicate throat before she could think to scream.
“Such a pretty mouth …” he purred, his thumb slowly tracing over her rosy lips, “Lush rose petals just begging for a kiss…”
Dahlia had the violent urge to suck in that thumb but gritted her teeth. Yet his smoldering gaze held her prisoner. She couldn’t look away.
“Please …” she begged.
“Hmmm please what, princess?”
He brushed his lips to hers, a teasing caress that had Dahlia lifting her face to chase the erotic sensation.
“I won’t hurt you …”
His voice became gentle. He loosened his hold on her throat, his hand moving down to her breasts. Those creamy mounds were ripe handfuls to his hungry hands.
“This can all still work in your favor.”
Dahlia lifted into his caress. Her body already a slave to the demon’s lust.
He kneaded her breast carefully as she murmured, “H-How?”
The night shift was becoming too restricting. Her skin was tight and hot.
He undid some of her front buttons then pulled out the breast, a creamy mound glowing white in the moonlight. She sighed at his palm molding to her breast. The demon’s touch was a cooling balm. He tucked her hair behind her ear, his fingers rubbing her earlobe. Then he tilted her chin up so that he had her full attention.
“Seal the bargain and find out …” he whispered across her parted lips, “We all have a choice, princess. We all have the power to change our fate,” He smiled softly, “What will yours be?”
Dahlia’s stomach flipped. The incubus’s nearness was playing havoc on her senses. The lust demon radiated a sinister sensuality that excited her, a moth to a flame. Even though it could mean her damnation, she would rather risk that than being a sacrificial lamb for her parents.
With determination hardening her features she said, “Let us seal this pact between us.”
The demon’s grin went wide enough to show off his fangs, as white as freshly fallen snow. And perfect for rending fabric and flesh. He took her mouth in a gentle kiss. His lips were warm and welcoming. Nothing what Dahlia expected of a demon. Their kiss was long and leisurely, exploring the contours of each other’s lips. His kiss set off a sharp, wild need in her. She even wrapped her arms around his neck, angling her face to deepen the kiss.
Once the demon slithered his tongue into her mouth a dark energy pulsed through her body. A seductive, carnal electricity coursing through her veins, her bones, making her fingers and toes curl and clit almost burst with desire. The demon moaned at her taste. She really was sweet. Her mouth was voluptuous heat that he was going to feel on every part of his body before the night was done.
Once they broke apart, both heaving with the force of their passion, he grinned that wolfish grin. She clawed at his neck trying to pull him back. Needing him back. His lips were a drug. The demon only chuckled.
“No no, princess,” he rasped.
He trailed kisses along her stubborn jawline, coming down to her throat. He suckled at the base so hard it would surely leave a mark.
“You are not in control here.”
His hands gripped her tighter, pinning her to the bed, pressing deeper into her. But he growled in dissatisfaction.
“This gown is most inconvenient.”
He lowered his mouth and with his sharp teeth tore at the neckline. His claws next helped to tear off the rest. The fabric shredded like tissue paper in his powerful grip. Her body was slim yet had cute curves. Her skin flushed pink with the sexual heat. The demon’s cock throbbed.
“Perfect …”
He ravished her with a sultry gaze.
“The sight of your naked skin is more intoxicating than any liquor in hell.” He dragged his long tongue from the base of her throat to her cheek and groaned, “Every inch of you is delicious.”
Then his demon senses discovered something. There was no other male scent upon her. Nothing intimate to indicate that she had been with a man.
His yellow eyes glowed fiercely, his voice a hungry rasp, “You are a virgin…”
“O-Of course!” she stammered, “I’m of noble blood. I would not lower myself for a quick kiss or anything else.”
She had the most adorable pout.
Dahlia had never felt so drowned by desire. She could feel his body pulsing with erotic energy and every inch of her bare body that touched his drank in the sensation greedily. If she let it consume her she would become the demon’s slave not he hers. Though her pelvis arched up to rub into that monstrous girth she pushed back at his chest harder.
“Let … me … go!”
Seeing her fear the lust demon softened. His lips nuzzled into her ear, nipping at the lobe and soothing it with his long tongue.
“Do not worry, my fiery kitten … you shall have release. Again. Again. And again.”
He emphasized each word with a kiss and caress down her throat and over her shoulders to skim over her clavicle. Dahlia’s muscles turned to water. Her breasts became fuller, more tender as he kneaded the pliant flesh. He combed his fingers through her long hair, burying his face in the luscious locks.
“Mmmmm,” that gravelly purr made her womb contract, “Your hair smells of apples and sunshine and yet is as black as midnight. Touch me …”
Almost against her will Dahlia obeyed and began to explore the taut planes and contours of the demon’s body. Her fingers absorbed the satin texture, the ridged muscle. Her thighs ached with the want to wrap around him.
The incubus found the human female to be the most pleasing. The smell of her arousal, intensely decadent and sweet like syrup, was like a drug to the beast. This Dahlia was a stubborn, proud woman yet he would learn what secrets hid inside her soft, yielding flesh.
“Please…”
Dahlia had never begged for anything in her life. She didn’t like it. But his unnatural aura dominated her, made her reckless with passion enough that she was willing to beg for it. She gasped convulsively. The demon’s long fingers stroked along her bare pussy. He growled in pleasure, his cat eyes sharpening at the feel of a silky moisture coating her lips.
He growled in approval.
“Good girl … so responsive … As if you were made for me.”
He pressed his fingertip gently into her entrance. His fingers were thick and though she was wet Dahlia winced at the pressure. But the demon didn’t force it. Instead he lay on his side, still looming over her, his wings flapping in excitement. His tail flicking.
“Have no fear, Dahlia,” he rasped in her ear. His claws raked ever so lightly down her stomach. “I will take care of you…”
For some reason she believed him. His hand, so big it could have encompassed her whole ass cupped her breasts. His thumb rubbing gently at the crest. The demon admired the bud that contracted at his touch, so rosy and ripe like berries. He couldn’t resist.
He took his tongue and lapped around the peak, getting it wet just before he drew it into his mouth. Trapped between his lips his tongue flicked across the bud then gave it a gentle suckling as if her were feeding from it. Once the bud was so taut and areola shriveled he released it. But then took it back in and repeated the pattern.
Dahlia arched her back, whimpering at the rhythmic suction. He seemed to want to swallow her whole breast in his mouth. She threaded her fingers through his hair, tangling it in the snowy locks. The demon chuckled against her chest.
“What is it, princess?” he murmured.
His fangs sunk into the pliant flesh of her heaving breast. Not enough to break the skin but enough to leave a mark.
“What do you need?”
“Bastard …” Dahlia moaned.
The demon pinched her clit in punishment making her squeal in pain-pleasure. Then using her juices to make it slippery he lazily circled and pressed on the bud. The demon’s desires were slowly becoming her own. It made her hunger for more.
“That is no way to speak to your new master, little one,” he grinned.
Dahlia writhed beneath him. His evil smiling mouth continued to torment her sweetly.
“But this is your first time so I will let it pass.”
He allowed her to guide him to her other breast that was feeling neglected. While his mouth was occupied his hand once more traveled up and down her womanly curves. Sometimes his claws would dig into the supple flesh of her hips, her thighs, leaving red welt marks.
The demon’s tail curled and relaxed in arousal, his mouth purring against her flushed skin. She tasted like pollen on a summer breeze and salt. So delectable he wouldn’t be satisfied until he bathed his tongue all over her body. But he wanted to draw it out for his little virgin. She would appreciate him more. Also he liked to play with his food.
“I want to taste more of you, princess.”
He watched her with expectant eyes. He licked his lush lips, already anticipating her sweetness.
“I’m so hungry …” Dahlia moaned at his words.
She still held him by the horns as he prowled back, kissing down her stomach to her mound. He raked his fingers over the black curls, licking through them to taste the honey gathering there like dew.
“Your heat is practically warming my face.”
When he took one inhale his eyes closed in ecstasy. Dahlia had never seen a man who looked at her as she were a sumptuous feast as this creature was.
“I’m going to devour you, princess …”
He wrapped his muscular arms around her round hips, his mouth hovering over her sex.
“Is that what you want?”
He nipped at the inside of her thigh. He looked so arrogant that Dahlia wanted to tell him no but she felt another gush of fiery liquid drench her core and her lust beat her pride into submission.
“Use your words …”
Biting her lip Dahlia hesitated.
“Yes … I want you …” her cheeks blushed a deeper red that seemed to spread making her glow, “I want you to devour me.”
With a feral growl the demon buried his face in her core. The curls of her sex tickled his chiseled cheeks. Her taste heaven on his tongue. He still took his time. He took each outer lip into his mouth, suckled and nibbled then released it, making the petal red and puffy. Her bud throbbed against the flat of his tongue as he curled his tongue around it.
He dragged his serpentine tongue through the folds, over her bundle of nerves until she was slippery with his saliva and her own nectar. He took her with long, loving licks. Each lap meant to stoke the fire higher. He heard her breathing alter from deep gasps to rapid pants at his oral skills.
His mouth felt so hot. Dahlia trembled. Tension built slowly, steadily until her muscles constricted. Her body arched in rapture at the skill of his tongue. It was long and sinuous teasing around her entrance. While she had put her fingers inside her the demon’s tongue seemed to swell in width as it pressed inside. While it was unusual she didn’t hate the newness of it.
Finally releasing his horns, Dahlia clawed at her sheets. Her thighs and hips jerked but the demon dug his claws to keep her still. Kneading the muscles to relax her while he continued to work.
“A demon’s cock is different from a human male’s,” he explained.
He slurped then drew on her knot of nerves greedily.
“In order for you to take me I need you. Soaking. Wet. Princess …”
His ravenous lust made his voice harsh. Still Dahlia pushed her hips into his hungry mouth. He spat onto her sex then wet his fingers in the mess of her. Dahlia’s breathing hitched as he slowly pushed his finger inside her virgin canal. His fingers were thicker, more coarse than her delicate fingers. She winced at the sharp pain.
“Do not tense…”
But he gentled. He focused more on her clit while pushing his fingers in and out. In and out. A loving yet insistent rhythm. Her pussy swallowed his fingers. In. Out. In. Out. Measured thrusts until the pain of the stretch eased into something mysterious yet familiar. She tried to reach for him again but with a flick of the demon’s eyebrow her wrists were held by some invisible bonds chaining her to the bed. She moaned in protest yet the demon only chuckled.
The creature purred in dark delight. Her pussy became creamier and creamier. He watched her chest heave and jiggle with each ragged breath. The glow of her flesh as it beaded with perspiration. The curling of her fingers and toes. Her muscles fluttering around his fingers and her clit pulsating against his tongue. She was almost there.
“Come for me, princess…,” he demanded, “Soak my fingers. I want to drink your pleasure … Come!”
The knot of tension inside Dahlia’s belly finally snapped like a bow string drawn too taut. White heat flooded through her limbs, dots at the corner of her vision as she succumbed to the wave. Euphoria made her feel as light as a feather. Joy curving her lips into the biggest smile she ever gave.
Once the wave receded Dahlia collapsed, replete and ready to sleep but the demon was not finished with her.
“No no, little one,” the demon crooned into her ear, “There will be no sleep for you… not just yet…”
Dahlia felt his hand guide hers towards him. Her fingers wrapped around something hard. Hot. Thick. The demon hissed at her sure grip. Most were too tired to continue unless he filled them with his magic.
“Perhaps I really have finally found my match … ahhhh.”
She had begun stroking him. Her hand moving in a languid glide.
Dahlia had never touched a cock before though she had seen them. This one obviously was different. The skin was slick with the feeling of satin which she found sensual. It pulsed in her palm at her every squeeze on the up stroke. Her hand and fingers grew wetter with each pass over his crown which leaked more and more clear liquid. She licked her lips at the sight of a bead of precum forming at the tip again. With watchful eyes she noticed every time she encompassed the knot at the base the demon’s stomach clenched. His hips jerking, straining not to thrust no matter how much he wanted to.
There was no sound but their panting breaths and the ‘schlick’ of her hand sliding up and down his wet cock. The demon wondered how far he could fit his cock down her throat. In fact …
He rolled the princess on top of him then maneuvered her body so that her pussy was above his face and his cock was in front of hers. Dahlia held herself on wobbly arms. With the devil’s power he poured his magic into her to keep her from collapsing. Her vision returning she was greeted with the demon’s monstrous cock standing as straight as an iron-brand directly in front of her face. The heat of it had her licking her lips for a taste.
“Now … we shall please each other at once,” the demon’s claws lightly raked over her thighs giving her goosebumps, “Kiss my cock … he’s eager to meet you, dear one.”
No more did Dahlia hesitate. She pressed the tip to her lips, her tongue flicking out. Salty and wet. Delicious. Addictive. She found the taste of him erotic tripling her cravings for him. She caressed the length with her mouth. Kisses and tongue flicks as delicate as rose petals. Her tongue followed plump veins from base to tip. The demon sighed in bliss his claws digging indentations into her flesh.
“Quit teasing and take my cock in that pretty mouth,” he growled.
A smile flickered at the corner of her lips just before obeying. Humming she took his tip between her lips and by the gods! Her mouth … It was as if she were born to suck cock! The demon locked his hips down trying not to thrust into the voluptuous heat devouring him.
To distract himself the demon played with her pussy. She bobbed her head on his cock while he admired the red flower above his face, dripping with nectar and quivering in need. He kissed her thighs, running his fingers lazily over her slit, his thumb occasionally pressing into her pink jewel. Then he noticed her little rose hole, practically calling to him and was struck with a fun idea. He took the cream from her pussy to rub it around her rose hole. Dahlia froze, her lips still drawn tight around him.
“All of your holes belong to me, Princess,” he said.
He pushed his thumb into it, the ring of muscle resisting him until finally it gave way.
Dahlia’s lips swallowed another inch of him, her gag reflex activating, getting his cock wetter with her saliva. She tried again but failed. The demon fucked her rose hole with his thumb and caressed her back with the other.
“Don’t force it, sweetness … take your time …”
He didn’t want to break his new toy.
Dahlia moaned in dismay thinking that she was disappointing her lover. But the demon made crooning noises, sucking at her nether lips and then her clit softly. She felt more at ease going back to making him feel good. The demon growled at the woman’s tongue swirling around his crown, flicking across the tip to get at more of his seed. Deciding to give her a taste of what having a demon lover was going to be like he took her bundle of nerves in his mouth, but his thumb in her arse was replaced with the tip of his tail.
The tip pushed at the resistant ring of muscles until they surrendered. Allowing for about an inch of his tail to start a steady fucking rhythm. Dahlia’s mouth popped off his member for her to cry out in pained ecstasy.
“What … what are you doing?”
“Giving you pleasure…”
The dark voice echoed in her mind yet spoke as clearly as if his mouth weren’t glued to her cunt.
“After tonight you will never think of a puny mortal again … Now suck on my balls.”
Moaning Dahlia bent further and her mouth made its way to the hanging ball sac. It was warm, smooth, almost translucent with the veins throbbing before her eyes. Her hand continued to fist his cock, wrapping around the knot forming at the base while she explored the hanging fruit. The demon growled at her little tongue making soft yet rapid licks on his testicles. Like a hungry kitten mewing for cream. She was about to get that and more the way his balls were boiling, drawing tight to his cock.
The little minx then sunk her teeth into the ball. Not hard just playful. He smacked her ass loving how it jiggled, turning pink for him.
“Watch it, Dahlia …”
His serpentine tongue vibrated against the unused nerves inside of her, ramping up the glorious tension.
Dahlia took his length back in her mouth, her hand twisting on every down stroke. The demon’s thighs trembled. His stomach flexed. He was close. But he didn’t want to come in her mouth. Withdrawing his tongue and his tail he flipped her around so that her cunt was poised over his towering maleness and she was facing him.
She looked so ravishing in the moonlight. Her skin glowing with the flush of sexual heat. Her lips wet and puffy, her tongue licking at a drop of cream at the corner of her mouth from sucking his cock. Her blue green eyes languid and passion-glazed.
His fingers kneaded her supple hips as he slowly began to lower her until the tip of his cock grazed the silken heat between her thighs. A shudder raked down the demon’s spine. She was so lush. He felt her hands flat on his rippled stomach, delicate fingers scratching at the flexing muscle nervously. He looked up to see her expression changed, suddenly looking quite … shy.
The beast gentled, “Thicker than my fingers …”
Dahlia nodded.
“But the pleasure …” He drew her down to him, his hot breath in the shell of her ear, “The pleasure will transport you.”
Her plump breasts rubbing into his chest caused him to purr. She felt so soft and warm. He placed lingering kisses on her face, her neck, whispering reassurance into her skin. His fingers massaged the nape of her neck where the knot was more intense and with his power sunk his lust and heat into her body. She melted like butter in his hands.
“There will be discomfort …”
His big hands palmed her buttocks, his hips stroking his cock against her drizzling cunt. He smiled at how she pushed her cunt back into him, the entrance pulsating like a heart beat. She was hungry for it, lust overriding her fears.
“But you are in good hands, princess.”
“Demons will say anything to achieve their desires,”
Dahlia could’ve bitten her tongue off but the demon only chuckled. Pure amusement glittering in his cat eyes.
“Smart girl … but know this …” He lifted her then began to press into her, the swollen crown parting her folds slowly, “I will always take care of you …”
Dahlia gasped sharply. The demon pushed the bulbous head into her entrance. She knew pain then, aching, stretching, tearing. He continued to persist in pulling her down onto him, allowing gravity to do most of the work. She looked down to see herself being impaled on his shaft. His head barely fit.
She whimpered. Her body wanting to stop but then something warm and wet started suction on her clit. It felt like … a tongue, a mouth. She looked to her lover to see he wasn’t doing it. Then a pair of hands were palming her breasts. This play allowed her muscles to relax and sink further onto his girth.
Of course being a magical being the incubus didn’t need only his two hands. It were as if her were everywhere, all around her. The demon below her gritted his teeth, the images in her mind arousing him even more but not wanting to break his new toy restrained himself. Her pussy was better than her mouth. Liquid fire. A voracious heat choking the life from his cock as he plunged into depths where no male had ever ventured. And no male ever will …
Tears tracked down Dahlia’s face. Of agony or joy she didn’t know but she had never been so filled. She was biting her lip so hard against the scream in her throat she tasted copper. Not even a privacy charm could probably contain the sounds she was making.
Her clit throbbed in the invisible mouth while her nipples contracted within invisible palms. A tongue rapidly flicked at her bud, her muscles around the demon cock rippled until she felt a knot resting against her cheeks. The demon radiated power, so sultry and hot and he was burying it all inside her, the pain ebbing away leaving more and more ecstasy.
“Impressive,” he purred.
Dahlia looked down to see that her cunt had almost swallowed the entire length.
“Impossible …”
The demon dragged his tongue along her wet cheek, moaning at the delicious salt of her tears. He suckled on her lip, injured from the force of her bite. Every part of her tasted perfect. Soft. Fragrant. With just the right amount of spice and sweetness.
“What’s my name?” he growled in her ear.
The sound slipped over Dahlia’s skin. Her muscles rippled around his cock. She looked at him, whimpering in confusion. And yet the answer teased her. It was on the tip of her tongue. The demon rolled his hips. Dahlia, getting more comfortable, rolled hers back.
“Soon enough it will be the only word you know …” He squeezed her thighs, “Now … ride me.”
“H-How?”
The demon laughed. Despite her bratty behavior she was so innocent.
“A noble girl surely knows how to ride a horse?”
Gingerly Dahlia leaned on his chest. Her breathing hitched, his cock was like a heart beat throbbing within the depths of her pussy. That pulsing melted more of the pain away only to be replaced by an insatiable hunger. She rose up then came down, keeping her flexing her thighs to keep herself balanced, riding him. Having this powerful beast between her thighs was more heady than riding her finest stallion.
Once she found a rhythm it were as if a hidden door of life had burst open. Euphoria pulsed through her body like music. The suction on her clit and the pinching of her nipples increased their efforts. Her body was alive with sensation. She was an instrument in the demon’s hands and he played her beautifully. The world dissolved into darkness around her, the focus of her entire existence throbbing in her core.
“Look at me …”
Dahlia’s eyes snapped open to see the demon laying beneath her. His cat eyes were transfixed by his new toy’s lascivious display. He was enraptured by the sounds she made, the twitching of her muscles, the feel of her fluttering around him while riding his cock.
Dahlia was captivated by the creature. He folded his arms behind his head, his biceps bulging beneath her own lusting gaze. The moonlight caressed his muscles with pale fingers as if it too was enamored of him. His white hair spread out over the sheets, the smirk on his lips, and the inferno in his eyes made her pick up the pace. But she couldn’t seem to reach her climax no matter how much she wriggled her hips.
With a wicked smirk, he flipped her over onto her stomach with her face and chest pressing into the mattress while her ass was in the air presenting itself to her otherworldly lover. He raked his claws down the slope of her back, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He pressed his eager cock to her hungry cunt as he bent over her and whispered in her ear.
“Now … now I will make you mine.”
He hadn’t already? She thought just as he was lining up with her opening. Then his crown pushed gently, parting her petals. Dahlia’s fingers curled into the sheets, her breathy moans huffing into the mattress. Her cunt was so ravenous for him that she swallowed him whole.
He luxuriated in the velvety channel, clenching around him, drawing him deeper and trapping him happily. He looked down at the elegant slope of her back. Some of the pristine flesh marred by his bite marks and scratches. Her buttocks pressing into his stomach, grinding.
Her whimpers and the creaking from the bed from her trembling and his weight. The sight made his knot swell and burn she was so breathtaking.
The demon chuckled yet his voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper, “Such a shameless slut … and all for me.”
His erection filled her, stripping away everything but her need. Dahlia’s head whipped back to see her new master towering over her, blocking out the moonlight. His cat eyes glowing with a dark satisfaction that had a sliver of fear flutter in her stomach. But a dark part of her wanted him to thrust hard, to fuck her until she went hoarse and her pussy was sore.
The demon’s eyes widened, his hips picking up their pace. Heat crawled up her skin. Ecstasy pulsed throughout her body. Grunts and soft moans and slapping flesh filled the room. The bed shook and creaked. Their sounds rising in volume. Perspiration shining on their writhing bodies. It was then she felt that knot tapping a staccato at her clit, trying to press inside her.
“Say my name …” he rasped.
“Huh?”
Dahlia turned to look over her shoulder at her lover. He looked glorious. The corded muscles of his stomach undulating with his savage thrusts. A virile beast dominating her with his power, bending her to his will. With each punishing stroke her body opened up, the knot squeezed just a little bit more into her.
“Say. My. Name!” He huffed, slamming each word into her.
A wild animal demanding his prey declare his ownership.
“But — I don’t know! Ah!”
The demon’s tail curled and reached beneath them to play with her slippery nub while his fingers kneaded her supple flesh, his hips speeding up in punishing strokes.
“Yes, you do …” the demon’s whisper sent shivers through her body, “When you come … I want you to scream my name.”
The demon gave her one last brutal stroke, the knot lodging itself inside then locking them together as one. Sensation suddenly ripped through her, a tumbling wave of fire that made her scream …
“AMON!”
The red sex demon’s mouth split into a sinister grin; flashing his pearly white canines. Suddenly Amon’s seed blasted into her, wet heat coating her insides. Stars flashed before Dahlia’s eyes. The world around her burned away leaving only the searing ecstasy. No sound but the thrumming of her blood.
They collapsed together in a heap of sweat, bathed in a sweet musk of wild sex. Victory, primitive and untamed filled the demon. They were connected by their souls. But Dahlia wasn’t thinking much about that as stars flashed before her eyes. Panting in a pool of sweat and cum her body felt satiated like never before.
“The bargain is sealed …” said Amon, a name that she could use now. He nibbled and kissed at her neck. “Now… there is no escaping me, love …”
Those were the last words Dahlia heard before her world dissolved into sweet black oblivion.
xxxxx
Morning birds chittered happily at the window. It was like someone was taking an ice pick to her skull. Did she imbibe too much last night? Dahlia rolled over squinting only to be blinded by the glory of the sun. In annoyance she tugged the blanket over to shield her from the golden glare.
“Dahlia!”
The soft lilt of her roommate Zofia’s voice was always saccharine it made Dahlia’s stomach churn. However this time it was grated with annoyance. “Dahlia, wake up! We have class.”
“Go without me,” Dahlia grumbled.
Her mouth was so dry it felt like it had been stuffed with cotton balls.
“Fine,” there was a shrug in Zofia’s voice, “But I’m not taking notes for you this time.”
The door slammed. The sound knifed into Dahlia’s brain. That bitch. She was only a merchant’s daughter. But she had prospects unlike Dahlia because she had money. That’s when Dahlia dragged herself out of bed.
What happened last night? Her body ached in places she didn’t think possible. And why did her skin feel so sensitive. What happened to her nightgown? The thought crashed into her like a wave upon the shore. She flew the sheets off to see herself naked and covered in little red scratches, bite marks and dark bruises. She looked as if she had a showdown with a banshee.
It all came back to her in a rush of writhing bodies and the musk of sweat followed by whispers of dark promises. She turned green, drenched in a cold sweat she ran to the washroom and dry heaved into the porcelain toilet bowel. Thankfully her school had modern plumbing. After a few minutes of sickness, she decided to wash. Think over these new events. How would she reclaim her path now?
The demon was no where in sight. She splashed cold water onto her face which she saw in the mirror to be pale with shadows beneath her turquoise eyes. Amon. That was his name. Her core tingled as heat gushed between her aching thighs. He had been magnificent, she admitted begrudgingly. Dahlia wondered what the next time will be like.
“I have missed you too, princess …” a sly voice of rasping smoke floated between her ears.
She looked in the mirror to see the handsome incubus raking his cat eyes over her naked body. The glass rippled like water and Amon passed through, standing before her in the physical world. Tangible. The air became saturated with his demonic pheromones melting Dahlia’s insides like butter.
“Did I startle you, dear? You seem rather pale. Forgive me but I had sensed your thoughts calling out to me and rushed right over.”
Anger brought color back to Dahlia’s pale skin.
“Y-You … You tricked me!”
He tilted his head to the side, his hand rubbing at his horns.
“Pray tell.”
Dahlia cradled her head in a whine. Her head was pounding at this point. Amon made a soft hushing sound that soothed the pain. Hands caressing her, tracing over the bite marks and red scratches and purring in possessive delight. His touch was better than a tonic. His voice was in her ear, his breath huffing on her shoulder.
“That’s it … let me take all pain away …”
His voice was so hypnotic. That heady feeling of submission made her weak, wanting to follow his every command. She wanted to cry.
“What have I done?”
Dahlia panted at the stroke of something sinuous, serpentine climbing up her leg. It stroked over her pussy lips. She inhaled convulsively at that erotic sensation. She closed her eyes, feeling the tears welling up.
“Why sad, princess?” his lips slid over hers.
Dahlia moaned helplessly.
“You look so adorable right now.”
His voice deepened, a husky, low growl that swirled in her belly.
“So vulnerable … yet so feisty … All mine.”
Dahlia reached for him, unable to help herself. Her body craved his as she pressed her body fully against him, her breasts pushing into his broad chest and cunt rubbing against his blossoming erection. She was doomed. Amon read her thoughts deciding that any words of comfort would be pointless.
His thoughts and hers passed back and forth unhindered. His tail rubbed her pussy more firmly, gliding against her budding clit.
Amon assured her, “No weeping, my princess … I’m a good master. I take care of my possessions …”
His mouth traveled down her throat to her round breasts. Her nipples ripe and red like cherries he swept his forked tongue over one bud before sucking greedily.
“Master, ha!” she scorned but the sultry taunting of his mouth did things that made her breathing labor, “Probably no better than a husband …”
Amon’s yellow eyes smoldered then he drew on her nipple harder while pinching the other. Dahlia arched her back. The action set a spark that connected her breasts to her pussy.
“A demon never goes back on their word, Dahlia,” he rasped.
He nibbled at her breast, purring as he set to retrace the marks already there.
“No male will ever have you. Riches will be yours. In return all I ask is …”
Dahlia’s eyes, once glazed over, now narrowed in suspicion.
“What?”
Amon stroked his cock, fisting the knotted base as he nuzzled his face into her nether curls. His tail wrapped around her dainty ankle, gently pulling it so that her legs parted further to accommodate him. Never once breaking their soul-deep gaze.
“Obey me.”
He licked through her curls until he discovered her pleasure pearl. It was pink and swollen, pulsing with desire for him.
“Love me. Fear me. Do as I say and I will be your slave.”
Dahlia moaned at the possessiveness in his words. Not one of her erotic fantasies had ever made her this wet or this hot before. What did she have to lose?
“My slave? Ha … after what you said last … last night I highly doubt that …” she shuddered.
His tongue dragged through her honeyed folds. It curled around her clit, teasing the little bud until it practically vibrated with wanton need. He nibbled on the bud causing her to gasp convulsively.
“Gods I love that smart mouth of yours …” he purred against her clit, the sensation going deep into her core.
He thought of all the naughty things he wanted to do with that mouth. Dahlia saw the images, her cheeks stained with blushes.
“Perhaps I should redden your bottom until you learn respect. Hmmm?”
His tail whipped against her bottom cheek making a cracking sound echo off the tiles. Dahlia’s body arched, moaning at the fire it started across her tender flesh.
“Yes … yes,” her fingers curled into his shoulders, her nails clawing at the red skin desperately.
She was so hot. Achy all over.
“Do whatever you want just … please …”
Victory flooded his blood with golden light. Amon grinned into her pussy, her juices wetting his lips and curls cradling his cheeks.
“Hold onto my horns, princess.”
THE END