Author's Note: This story contains depictions of physical and emotional torment and humiliation, that some may find extreme, with a bit of tongue in cheek humor to lighten things. This is obviously a work of fiction. What Demons call consent is not consent in the real world. The author of this story does not support any form of dubious consent outside of fiction. Though not necessary, you may wish to read my first erotic publication, "Lola and the Demon" a standalone story takes place before "The Demon's Disciple" and introduces two key characters and several premises that this story builds on.
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Ziphar returned to the home he shared with his partner and lover Bliss. Situated above the Fire Fields, a modest one story construct, with Victorian style appointments in the side of a mountain.
Bliss greeted him with a warm kiss, she tasted like sweet rose water. Pulling away she looked at his face and frowned. "What's wrong, my love?"
"Bad day. A clever mortal actually read the contract, and understood it. She wouldn't sign. And then..." he trailed off.
"Did my baby lose his temper?"
"Eh... yes. I burned her summoning book."
"OH! Did you get in trouble? Did you get fired!?"
"Bliss, No one is going to fire me." He spoke sharply.
"Oh, of course." Bliss looked down feeling stupid for asking. Then, perking up, "Well I'm sure I can make it all better." her tone turned seductive, or at least more deliberately seductive than usual.
Ziphar's bitter expression faded as he felt Bliss press against him. Her hand grabbed his cock through his pants.
"If she didn't sign, I assume you didn't get to fuck her. That must have left you feeling awful pent up, huh, sweetness?" She felt Ziphar's cock bloom to full size against her hand. It strained the seams of his pants. She loved that. Ziphar's cock was massive. It was designed to be intimidating and well beyond what any normal mortal woman would enjoy. He was, after all, a torment demon.
In no time he had Bliss bent over their elegant Mahogany table, that once belonged to a mortal prince. She giggled with glee as he slammed her face down against it, wiggling her round butt as he squeezed her throat with his palm on the back of her neck. She listened as his belt buckle jingled, coming loose, and the soft clang it made as his pants hit the floor. Then she cried out in ecstasy as he pierced her nethers with his glorious rod. Bliss was a succubus. She was built for seduction and sex and there wasn't much of anything she couldn't handle. She loved it when he fucked her hard like this. He usually preferred it more gentle at home. But tonight he was spurred by his anxieties and frustrations and she was thrilled that he was taking it out on her. He was pounding her so hard that the table was sliding across the floor. He couldn't fuck mortals like this, they wouldn't survive it.
Though Ziphar did not notice, being focused on himself tonight, the ever orgasmic Bliss had already cum twice when he finally felt his balls tighten. Bliss' eyes rolled back into her head as he squeezed her throat tighter. She smiled when she heard him roar. Then she felt the warmth of his hot load filling her. He released her throat. She popped the vertebra of her neck back into place, and heard his excess fluids splash out onto the floor as withdrew from her.
"You were pent up. Bet you feel better now, my love." she cooed. Cool air hit her gaping hole as she stood up and turned to face Ziphar, his cum pouring down the insides of her thighs."
Ziphar enjoyed seeing her like this. Well fucked and dripping with his seed. He kissed her, squeezing her tight ass with his large hand. Bliss got cleaned up while Ziphar changed out of his suit. When Bliss returned from the wash room she did not curl up next to Ziphar as he had expected.
"Is something troubling you?"
"I have to work. Some horny twenty-two year old has dabbled too far into magic's he doesn't understand."
"Such is the nature of this existence."
"Don't wait up." With that she vanished leaving just a scent of perfume and spice in the air.
By the next day Bliss had not returned. He could not sense her energy in the Demon world.
Ziphar was concerned, this was not like Bliss at all. In a flash of heat he transported himself to the capital of this region of the Demon world. Specifically the white marble office Annaiel, a fallen angel.
Her eyes were closed and her head was leaned back against the top of her white leather chair, causing the golden cork screws of her hair to bunch up around the sides of her face. "You shouldn't barge in like that, Ziphar, it's rude. I assume it's an emergency but you'll have to wait a moment while I finish this interview."
Ziphar folded his hand's and grimaced impatiently. Annaiel wore a white and gold dress that was hiked up to her waist at that moment. Between her legs was an obese, olive green skinned demon. He looked like a blob of melting ice cream. His drooling mouth hung open in front of Annaiel's pussy. He seemed to be haphazzardly licking at it with his huge slimy tongue. "alright, Globrox, that's enough." She opened her deep blue eyes and pushed his head away. "That was terrible. You do not have what it takes to be a incubus."
Globrox got up on his stubby legs, "Thank you for this opportunity. I hope I can work on it and apply again."
"I'm sure that will be fine." She watched him gather his things and hobble from the massive room. "ugh, would you look at this." she gestured with both hands towards her crotch. Her pussy lips were splayed out and the entire area was covered with Globrox's slobber. She rose from her chair and removed her clothes. Annaiel looked like a statuesque Greek goddess. She had curly blonde hair that flowed down just past her shoulders in little golden cork screws, A gold and jeweled tiara nesting atop. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned for her body, round and full. Her glorious white feathered wings were folded neatly at her back. Her golden 3 inch heels clicked as she walked over to a fountain and began to clean herself. Ziphar might have enjoyed the show under other circumstances.
"I assume, since you are here, that you don't know where Bliss is either."
"I need to know who summoned her last night, Annaiel."
"Ziphar, no one summoned her last night. At least it didn't come through this office."
He narrowed his eyes. "Someone did summon her. Check the Cortex."
Annaiel Sighed as she slipped her dress back on. "Always crisis."
"Don't tell me about the woes of being in charge."
She nodded, and seemed more focused. She stepped over to a wall with names engraved on it and slid her hand across it. The names scrolled like a touch screen. "Here. Someone did summon her specifically. He did a good job of making it seem like it came through this office. Maxwell Crawson."
Ziphar recognized the name. He first read it the night he left D'Ariss.
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[FOUR YEARS AGO]
Ziphar and his partner D'Ariss put together the last the things they would need for the nights work.
Two emo punker kids, Max (a brown haired 18 year old) and Alice (Red headed female of 19 years), had summoned a pair of demons looking to make a deal. Ziphar and D'Arris answered the call. They found themselves standing in a large living room in what appeared to be an old but well maintained house. It was late in the afternoon and the sun didn't have much life left in it.
Max and Alice couldn't believe it had worked, yet, before them stood a pair of red skinned demons. Ziphar looked no different then, than he does today. D'Arris was 5'8. Like Ziphar she had red skin, amber eyes that looked like quartz, and black hair, cut like Betty Page, long with bangs. Her horns were actually a bit longer than Ziphar's and stuck out through her bangs. She had very Large E Cup breasts, a toned ass below her tapered waste, and very well defined muscles that rippled beneath her tight skin. Her body intimidated men, and that was the point. She wore a black sleeveless dress and knee high leather boots with sharp pointed heals. Unlike Ziphar, who traveled light, she had a large black purse that she kept her tools in. It had a minor 'bag of holding' enchantment on it and could hold significantly more than it appeared.
"Maxwell and Alice?" Asked Ziphar.
Alice nodded.