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"Ha..."
Being a demon wasn't so bad. Lukas had been told that he was screwed once he arrived in hell. That he was going to suffer for all the pain he caused on earth. Pain that the man had long forgotten in his decades of damnation. He had been cast into the darkest pit of the dimension, expecting to be tortured until his mind broke. He had shaken in tears and begged for some form of leniency for his crimes. Lukas had thought that his life was over and he was truly done for.
"Hggh..."
To his utter surprise, hell was a lot like the human world. There was an economy that needed to be kept stable and apparently what he did warranted him a place in it. A thick demoness had softened his fear by stating he was just there for a job interview. That torturing souls for eternity didn't pay the bills, but locking them into indentured servitude did. And with no other choice the dead man signed the contract she offered him with a grim look on his face.
"Faster...FASTER!!"
So here he was, fifty-plus years later, piping some hot cat demon pussy for money to pay rent. Lukas stared blankly at the older woman who was screaming her head off. She had almost passed out a few times from how aggressively she was cumming. A mewl left her mouth showcasing stubby fangs at the top and bottom of her mouth, her tongue hanging out as she panted loudly. Almost instantly the woman shook and her legs seized, trembling briefly before she let out a loud gasp and did a full-body shudder. This caused her huge thighs to clap together loudly just as her fat ass cheeks had done moments earlier. She was plumper than he liked, being more chubby than thick, but she was still a marvel for anyone new to sex demons. He wasn't a demon himself he'd be left in wonder by her. If Lukas was doing this for fun he'd be impressed by how she fell apart.
It was like a domino effect with her coming off as pompous and stuck up with her chin held up high when she came to him. Soon she had started to pant and practically beg for his massive cock to fill her pussy. He would have been pleased in the past if not grateful for a woman to cry out for him to please her. But this was his job as an incubus and he found no need to be grateful for her lust. Sex was just something he did to pass the time he clocked in before each round daily. And he found that he struggled to get off these days. He came every time with the snap of a finger. But he never found himself feeling joy from the act. Lukas just felt like it was becoming a chore the longer he had to participate. He rolled his eyes and began to take his time pounding into her loose, used pussy.
The incubus looked at his watch only to let out a groan. They had been at this for only two minutes and she was already about to finish. 'How annoying. You'd think a siren could last longer.'
Lukas didn't mean to complain but he was becoming bored with all this. Constantly being given bimbos or stuck-up women who wanted a quick fuck. Constantly having to entertain their shitty opinions, having to listen to stories about their shitty lives that they never shut about. The incubus just wished he could shut them up for once. Even when he had his massive schlong in their mouth they just refused to shut the fuck up. Even this woman, a sex demon-like himself, was more or less the same as the others. Her figure was amazing, her ass was tight and pussy lose. But she was annoying as hell.
He just wanted a challenge for on-
Before the man could finish his thought and cum a final time in the near-comatose woman, he vanished. In the blink of an eye, he went from the bowels of hell to some other place. Completely naked with girl cum all over his nether region. Lukas grit his teeth and tried to look the least bit presentable. A summoning, great. He never got summoned but he knew plenty of demons who did. And it was even worse than dealing with a bunch of immortal women with endless libido. Now, he had to deal with what he could only assume was a dumb human.
Humans who summoned demons, much less sex demons, typically died within the first 24 hours of making a contract. They didn't do proper research half the time leading to eternal damnation. Or they do but eventually go mad with power, get killed by someone, and end up consumed by the depths of their darkest desires for eternity. The demon involved always had to clean up whatever mess was left over from the absolute train wreck that was humanity. And Lukas really didn't feel like dealing with that type of bullshit.
As he finished materializing in the room which he now recognized as a basement, he huffed. With his arms crossed over his sweaty chest he spoke. "Whoever called out for me, show yourself. I don't have time for this."
The incubus was given an eerie silence in response. Lukas sighed and tried to walk around the room. It wasn't very large being filled with dusty boxes that were stacked as high as the ceiling. Their was a large bed nearby but it looked absolutely filthy and was covered in what had to be old cum remnants. If he was still human and had a sense of smell he'd probably be smelling a thick layer of black mold. He grunted, his expression turning from annoyed to shocked when he realized he couldn't move. At all. His legs locked when he tried to and his fingers could flex but that's about it. Talking was possible of course but that wasn't even the strongest at the moment. The demon looked down with his long hair falling in front of his bare body and cursed. Beneath him was an actual, demon created binding talisman. Whoever summoned him had succeeded in trapping him and knew about ancient demon spells.
He laughed, trying not to break into a sweat from how die this situation was becoming. If they knew how to make a proper binder they could easily trap him in a contract. These types of situations rarely happened and he sure as hell didn't want to be an outlier. The demon didn't want to be anyone's immortal sex slave. Sure, it might be fun but he proffered it to be consensual. His fangs started to poke out as his emotions ran wild. He flexed his claws, glaring heatedly as the talisman. It looked like it was made of blood. Which made his reservations grow against the woman. He tried to see if there was any part she had smudged or miswritten. All he needed was one spot messed up to escape. But it was perfecf to his utter shock. No amount of staring caused what he was seeing to change. For once in his undead life he'd become submissive to some other creature or being pretty much instantly.