Charok
I felt the summons, and braced myself to shift worlds. I'd been summoned before. I knew the drill. The dark sorcerer would have a sacrifice waiting for me, to allow me to regain the strength I had lost during the trip through the Void. If I accepted either servitude to the sorcerer or whatever task the sorcerer wanted me to perform, I would get to drain the sacrifice of life force, which would return me to my former vigor. If I refused, the sorcerer would let me die. I hadn't chosen death yet, and I didn't plan to. A year and a day was a small price to pay for my life.
I grimaced as the summons yanked me into the Void, the nothingness that filled the space between my world and the mortal one. Pain lanced through me as my power was dragged out from beneath my skin. I roared soundlessly into the emptiness.
Abruptly, my roar became audible as my journey finished. The agony was not over, though. Until I fed on the life force of a mortal, I would feel as though my skin was aflame and my guts full of knives. I sank to the ground, silently clutching my stomach.
The sorcerer began to speak. "I have summoned you, demon. If you accept my offer-"
I cut him off. "I know how this works. Where's the sacrifice?And what do you wish of me?"
The sorcerer pointed to a man lying bound beside the circle. As soon as he pointed out the other human, I wondered how I'd missed him. The man was gorgeous, easily the most attractive human I'd ever seen. Large, luminous eyes stared up at me, framed by long lashes. They had the epicanthic folds common in the central part of this world, and were such a dark brown they almost seemed black.
He wore only a loincloth, which allowed me a good view of his form. He was muscular, but lithe, with very little body hair. I traced the graceful curves of his body, admiring his sharply defined muscles and his slender limbs. His lips were full and the exact same shade as a cherry blossom. I traced them with my eyes, too, wondering what it would be like to fuck that mouth. His hair was long and wavy, spread around his head like a black halo. The face it framed was somehow both incredibly masculine and a bit androgenous.
What he saw, I knew, was much less attractive. Scary, maybe, but not attractive. I was tall, bright red, and completely hairless. My legs ended in black cloven hooves, and my six fingered hands were tipped with black claws. I also wore nothing but a loincloth, and I was muscular, but there was nothing lithe or graceful about me. Crimson horns graced my hairless head, and my eyes were bright orange with inner fire. My tail, tipped with a triangular blade, lashed behind me. A former master had once told me that I always looked at least a little bit angry, so my pained expression likely looked like rage.
The man looked more thoughtful than frightened. Perhaps he didn't realize what the sorcerer had in store for him. What I would do to him.
While I had been admiring the sacrifice, the sorcerer had been talking. I stood and cut him off. "You're going to have to repeat that. I didn't hear."
The sorcerer glared at me. "If you don't pay attention this time, I'll let you die and summon another. Now, I desire you to..."
I tried to listen, but my eyes kept wandering to my gorgeous fellow prisoner. He was examining the pentagram that held me. Carefully, slowly, he moved a bit toward my prison. He grimaced, and then licked the line of a rune with a perfect pink tongue, erasing it.
My eyes widened as the magic of the pentagram broke down. The sorcerer abruptly stopped monologuing about the task he wanted to set me to. "What-"
He cut off with a choking sound as I reached out of the pentagram and grasped him by the throat. Wheezing, he struggled to breathe. His eyes met mine, pleading. I laughed, and began to drain him of life force.
Losing my strength had been agony. Regaining it was ecstasy. I smiled as the sorcerer withered and writhed in my grip. He choked out a pained gasp, and then he was gone. I released his emaciated and wrinkled form. It fell to the ground with a rattle of dried bones.
*
Blossom
The demon turned to me, smiling grimly. "Don't think I will show you mercy just because you released me."
I shrugged. I had been expecting as much. "I just wanted the sorcerer to die too," I told him. Turning my powers up as high as they would go, I gave him a charming smile. "And you killed him first, so I got to watch him die." I shrugged, knowing how the motion made my chest muscles ripple. "That's as much of a win as I was expecting." A lie. If I played my cards right, I would live through this.
The demon stared down at me, gaze admiring. It was the lustful gleam in his eyes that had first given me hope that I might survive. If there was one thing I knew, it was how to manipulate lust.
"Y-you want me," I said, allowing my lingering fear to show. In a way, it was another lie. The fact that he wanted me wasn't scary at all. I was very used to being wanted. What frightened me was the possibility that he didn't want me enough. If I could get him to fuck me... But he might decide to kill me instead.
The demon smiled. It was not a pleasant expression. "I do. And you're not in any position to refuse me."
I looked submissively away from him. "No, I'm not."
His eyes played over my form, aflame with desire. "Don't think this is a reprieve. It is merely a delay. I will still kill you, human." He smiled again, this time revealing his sharp teeth. "I just want to fuck you first."
My eyes still turned away from him, I let out a resigned sigh. "I know." If I judged him correctly, submission would turn him on much more than a struggle or fear. Besides, I wasn't sure I could successfully pretend not to want him. Not for long. I had always been attracted to power.
A flash of claws, and my loincloth was shredded, but not a single claw met my skin. He wasn't turned on by pain, then. That was good. He hesitated, hands on the shackles that bound my ankles. "If you try to run or struggle, this will be that much more painful for you," he informed me.
"I won't," I promised him. "The key is-"
He cut me off with a snarl. "I need no key." He gripped the chain in both hands and yanked. The link in the middle snapped.
My eyes widened. He was stronger than I'd thought.
The demon didn't bother to undo the shackles that bound my wrists behind my back. He just removed his own loincloth, and then lifted and spread my legs. He already had an erection.
He paused to admire my ass. I couldn't blame him. It was a nice ass. Everyone told me so. He retracted his claws to the point where they wouldn't scratch me and probed my asshole with a finger. "You're surprisingly clean," he noted.
"I'm a whore by trade," I explained. "I try to keep things pristine for my customers."
He snorted. "I bet you were good at your job."
"I was," I admitted.
He grinned, baring sharp fangs once more. "Let's find out how good, shall we?"
If I was a normal man, his entrance would have hurt. Normal men required preparation for this, not to mention some form of lube. My magic made up for the lack of both. It was also how I kept so very, very clean. I was pretty sure my powers were unique, even for one of the Chosen. Not that I'd ever met another Chosen. However, if all of them had been like me, the stories about them would be very different.
I relaxed, allowing the demon to enter me. His cock was huge. I'd dealt with larger, but not by much. Its size made it a bit uncomfortable, even for me, but when he began to move within me, I couldn't help but moan.
The demon froze, obviously surprised. "You're enjoying this."
I flushed. "A little." More than a little. "I liked my job."
