A Prize To Be Won Ch 01

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

Like most of my works, this one features elements of nonconsensual/dubiously consensual sex. All characters are 18 years or (in most cases) much older because this author is personally pretty turned off by teens for the most part lol

I got the inspiration from this story from a sheet of curse marks that I found floating around reddit and it just went from there. I'm estimating this will be 6-8 chapters long.

This chapter is more for setup and character introductions and thus won't have any actual sex in it (though there will be some masturbation). That will be saved for Chapter 2, so if that's not what you're here for, I understand and hope to see you around when the fun really gets started. Thanks as always for reading, and I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Eventual Tags for the whole work include, but might not be limited to, the following:

Anal, Threesome, Group Sex, Gangbang, Noncon, Dubcon, Strangulation, Body Modification, Lactation, Subway Rape, Forced Orgasm, Chemical Play, Incest, Mindbreak

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Chapter 1: Let the Game Begin ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Mahzi measured the other contestants as he entered the cavernous room, his small bat-like wings fluttering with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. The motions threatened to raise his four-foot form in flight. Forcing a calm demeanor, he firmly reminded himself he was present as his clan's representative for this century's game.

At a meager 145 years old, there had been much opposition to Mahzi taking the role as a competitor that year despite his proven talent. It was fair, he reasoned. He was the youngest lust demon in the room by at least half a millennia, and age brought a good deal of wisdom and tricks. And that didn't even take into consideration his vulnerability to other incubi should they violate the peace treaty that declared the game grounds neutral territory.

But Mahzi was confident in his skills, despite his stiff competition and potential danger. He had his brothers, two trained warlocks, as bodyguards as well, so he really didn't see much need to worry about his safety.

"Hello, little cousin," a smooth voice behind him crooned. Mahzi turned to greet Abaddon politely, the second shortest demon present and still nearly two heads taller than Mahzi. He was also the second oldest at 1400 years old. His dull silver-grey skin contrasted with Mahzi's proud gold. However, his dazzling green eyes were mesmerizing, and his skinny horns gleamed.

"Abaddon," Mahzi bowed as deeply as was polite to an elder, ignoring the other incubi's over-familiar tone, though he could sense his brothers bristling.

With long, thin black hair, high cheekbones, and a slim face and build, Abaddon possessed an androgynous beauty that belied the large cock that pendulously swung between his legs. Like most lust demons over a thousand years old, clothing was seen mainly as a mortal practice and unnecessary in a hell dimension.

Mahzi was grateful to be young, feeling quite comfortable in the shorts and vest his older brother Birch had crafted for him. If he didn't have his shorts, his smooth boy cunt would be open to full view. Azazel and Abaddon wouldn't endanger their chances to win by trying to abduct him during the game, but who was to say what they'd attempt afterward if they knew about him.

An incubus with a pussy or a succubus with a cock was a valuable commodity for any clan, allowing for new blood to be born outside of scheduled mating rituals. There was also the added benefit of guaranteeing the offspring would be fully demonic, unlike pairings between humans and demons, which resulted in a witch or warlock. Pairings between an incubus and succubus had an equal chance of producing either, but two incubi together would only create another incubus, even if one of them had a pussy. The same obviously applied to succubi.

So, feeling wary of Abaddon, Mahzi hoped to keep their conversation brief.

"I'm surprised to see one so young here," Abaddon said. He turned to look at Birch and Ambrose. "And are these your chaperones?"

"My brothers," he replied curtly. "We were permitted to bring up to six clan members to accompany us." Mahzi pointedly directed his gaze at the bound human souls in their corporeal forms behind Abaddon, three men, and three women.

Each of them bore Abaddon's mark over their lower bellies, a heart shape with tendrils coming out of it that bloomed into lovely flowers. Mahzi couldn't help but notice that all of them, even the men, had enlarged lips, tits, and asses. They looked like walking sex dolls.

"A small portion of my harem," Abaddon acknowledged. "You'll find that most of us interpreted the invitation as such. Someone we can play with in our downtime during the game. Otherwise, it would get so very tedious over the next six days. Now, unless you and your brothers have a relationship like that...?" He trailed off suggestively.

Mahzi's brothers were already on edge, so they took special exception to Abaddon's prodding. Ambrose took a step forward menacingly, prompting Mahzi to lift his arm to halt him and Ambrose to lift an eyebrow.

"I thought this one smelled young as well, but I can't believe you'd bring someone who hasn't even seen a century around demons that could eat him right up." Abaddon was smiling, but there was an edge to it.

Mahzi hadn't anticipated threats to his brothers' safety. He'd thought the others would smell two powerful warlocks and leave him be, not antagonize them.

"Abaddon, you're teasing the boy too much," Azazel sauntered over, his massive form the largest in the room. "Forgive him. He gets bored and stirs up trouble before the game starts. If this wasn't your first time, you'd be accustomed to his tomfoolery."

Three heads taller than Mahzi, Azazel was almost twice his height. Mahzi barely cleared his groin, coming up to his belly button. It made him want to fly so that he was at eye level with the big dolt.

Besides his brawny size, Azazel possessed the common traits of many lust demons: blood-red skin, golden eyes, unruly black hair, and curved ram's horns, though one was snapped short and jagged. The portion of his harem that was present trailed behind him, four women and two trembling femboys, each bearing his mark as Abaddon's were.

As Azazel and Abaddon exchanged pleasantries, Mahzi used that as an opening to excuse himself and greet the two succubi present.

"May Hell's fires warm you, ladies," he said, bowing solemnly.

"Look at that, a polite incubus. Hell may freeze over," Lamia laughed, crossing her arms underneath her voluminous breasts, perking them up, and drawing attention to her large areola.

With deep purple skin, bright pink eyes, and large, curling horns, the oldest demon in the room, at two thousand years old, was striking and poised. Her nude body was still supple and firm, even as Mahzi saw evidence of her belly and breasts sagging slightly with age. Her large wings flexed intimidatingly before folding against her back, her tail whipping curiously.

"What brings you over here, little one?" Melusine asked, her slight smile patient and sweet.

Melusine and Lamia had participated in the game last century, with Lamia winning and taking home the prize. Mahzi had watched it all from his crystal ball when he was just forty-five. He found their powers impressive and had looked forward to meeting them both despite the typical rivalry between incubi and succubi, who reluctantly relied on each other for their species' continuation.

"I saw you both last time," he explained. "You inspired me," his golden skin flushed orange with embarrassment to admit it so brazenly.

"Aww, how cute!" Melusine exclaimed. "I never would have thought a young incubus would look up to me. How flattering!" Her large breasts were captured alluringly between her elbows as she clapped her hands in front of her.

Mahzi had to admit that Melusine was the prettiest demon in the room besides himself. With her heart-shaped face, generous lips, petite nose, and chin, she looked more like an angel than a demon. Chestnut brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her tight-fitting dress accentuated her curvy body, with the light blue color matching her eyes and complimenting her soft pink skin. Her horns were tiny nubs on either side of her forehead. Their small size made Mahzi feel better about his own diminutive horns, delicately sticking out just past where his hairline started.

Mahzi carried on talking with his childhood heroes. He noticed their bound souls chatting happily and intermingling with each other. Lamia had nothing but female souls with her, whereas Melusine had five women and a large-breasted femboy.

Mahzi didn't have any bound souls yet, having never ventured to the human realm, but he hoped that when he did, his souls would be happy and chatty with each other as well. It was important to keep humans well-socialized, even after their first lives ended. Mahzi's father had a problem with that, bringing home souls that he'd bound and leaving them to wither in their incorporeal forms between sessions feeding on them until they wept with despair at his very approach.

Mahzi would be different. He'd immediately give his thralls a corporeal form and tease and excite them with pleasure in their afterlife. And he'd dote on them and ensure their happiness during their earthly life.

Mahzi was enjoying the conversation and his observations so much that he'd forgotten they were still waiting for the last succubus to arrive so they could determine the order of the competition. It wasn't until she slammed the large doors open that he was reminded. Lamia and Melusine shared a look of disdain.

"What's up, old bitches?" Desdemona crowed as she approached the trio. Like Azazel, she had the common coloring of a lust demon. Her build was muscular, her breasts small and perky, her hair sleek and black. Her tits were strapped down by leather belts, and her tight, black miniskirt allowed half her impressive cock to peek out.

"I'm barely twenty-five years older than you," Melusine pointed out indignantly, eyeballing Desdemona with poorly concealed contempt.

"Still older," Desdemona retorted. She eyed Mahzi. "Ew. Why are you talking to one of them?"

"Unlike someone, the incubus has manners," Lamia said sourly.

"Well, I'm here now, so he can scamper back with the other males." She made a shooing motion toward Mahzi.

Behind her, two pregnant succubi were on leashes, their eyes downcast on the floor. Despite their young age, they were both nude, displaying their hairy, swollen cunts and bellies to the room. Further back were two male human souls and two female souls, also bound and silent.

Sensing something off and not wanting to stir up any trouble, Mahzi took his leave, returning to the other incubi. Now that all six representatives from each local clan were present, it wouldn't be long until they decided who would compete first.

Sure enough, the scrying pool in the center of the room lit up, summoning the group to gather around.

Inside were six white spheres swirling about. "This year, let the youngest select first," Lamia said. A lust demon could tell age by scent, so everyone in the room knew that would fall to Mahzi. Lamia winked at him good-naturedly when he looked at her in surprise.

The group agreed, so Mahzi stepped forward and plucked the first orb he could catch from the water. After Mahzi, it was Desdemona, then Melusine, Azazel, Abaddon, and Lamia who took the last one. At first, the ball appeared completely white, but as it dried, a number appeared: six.

Mahzi felt his heart drop in disappointment. He had hoped to go first and stun everyone right out of the gate. 'But it will be alright,' he reasoned with himself. 'Instead, I'll be the spectacular finish.'

Once all the order was revealed on the orbs, the order appeared as a leaderboard on the wall:

AZAZEL: ♡ PTS

LAMIA: ♡ PTS

DESDEMONA: ♡ PTS

ABADDON: ♡ PTS

MELUSINE: ♡ PTS

MAHZI: ♡ PTS

The subject of their game, as well as the grand prize, appeared in the still water of the scrying pool.

Fit and slender, her name was Channing Davis. Tall for a human woman at 5'9", she had large, voluptuous breasts, tanned golden bronze skin, and pale green eyes. She wasn't just beautiful; that wouldn't make her a good enough prize. She was also wildly successful for her thirty-one years, having recently been promoted to her software company's Director of Global Sales. She had a portfolio that suggested she'd be an excellent gateway to corrupting more humans once procured. Many, many men (and some women) would gladly sell their souls for passionate encounters with a successful, buxom, blonde woman.

The demons watched Channing ready herself for bed, revealing her firm body. Mahzi was pleasantly surprised to see a bush of curly, dark blonde pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs. Nude and alone in her apartment, she fished a bullet vibrator out of her nightstand. Resting on her bed, she spread her legs wide and dipped the vibe directly into contact with her clit.

She moaned and groped her copious tit-flesh with her free hand, squeezing her large nipple between her fingers. "Ooh, yeah," she whispered quietly, but the scrying pool was up close and high definition, so they could all hear, see, and even smell her with perfect clarity.

She shifted her hips back and forth, opposite the motion she made with the vibrator. Buzzing her clit persistently, she stopped touching her chest to insert a single finger inside her tight, pink cunt. Her eyes were half-lidded as she pursued her peak, moaning quietly, restraining her noises as much as she could, but she was needy and had the scent of a woman that hadn't cum in weeks.

Just as she was about to reach orgasm, her phone went off, several notifications popping up at once. "No!" She exclaimed, caught off guard and out of her aroused headspace, ruining her climax so that it fizzled out with dissatisfaction. Frustrated, Channing tossed her bullet on the bed and grabbed her phone.

Sighing a deep breath, she retrieved her laptop and jumped into work, despite the late hour and her frustrated orgasm. It was 11:35 PM when she was finally done and sliding onto her silk sheets in the nude, at least enjoying the softness on her skin as she drifted off to sleep.

At midnight, the game would officially begin.