Disclaimer: This work of erotic fiction depicts consensual sex acts involving witchcraft, demons, bondage, and sadomasochism. If such things make you uncomfortable, I would advise you not to continue reading. This story is not intended as relationship advice and the sex acts within are not guaranteed to be safe. Do not act out anything you read here unless you and your partner are both comfortable doing so, and you have done all necessary research to ensure your safety.
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With Lara in his arms, Devicarth crossed the threshold between worlds. The portal's onyx flames lapped at their bodies but there was no pain. Once on the other side, Lara blinked at the scene. Four white orbs lit the cavern in an eerily beautiful glow. Ornate carvings of dragons and hellcats kept the stone walls from looking spare and, at the back wall, there was a large bed draped with a lush crimson quilt.
"Demons have bedrooms?" Lara wondered.
"Some incubi do, but they aren't often used for sleeping," her lover chuckled.
For now, however, Lara was far too exhausted for sex and Devicarth knew it. He laid her gently on the bed and wrapped her lovingly with the soft blanket. Although they were in hell, the temperature was no warmer than normal. So she snuggled in.
"Master..." she yawned weakly, "I'm so tired..."
"I know, little pet. I took a lot of energy from you; most humans pass out completely when they're drained for the first time. It will get easier as you become immortal."
The mattress and pillow were made from a black material Lara couldn't identify. Both firm and soft, it molded perfectly to her curves. With a wave of his hand, the incubus turned off the magical lanterns. Lara slept blissfully and, though he didn't need sleep himself, Devicarth spent the night resting by her side.
Hours later, Devicarth noticed her eyelids starting to flutter and her body beginning to stir. She was waking up. With cat-like delicacy, Devicarth crawled to the foot of the bed and positioned his mouth at her resting pussy. He dragged his slippery tongue slowly up her slit. Grinning mischievously, he slid over her clit and noticed her breathing change. He licked her up and down and down and up, occasionally pausing to dip his tongue inside her. Lara moaned.
"Ah, so my little slave is awake, I see," Devicarth remarked in a rich lust filled voice. Lara opened her mouth to answer, but her words turned into a gasp as he caught her little clit between his lips. He simultaneously sucked and licked, swirling a wet tongue over her pleasure button while she moaned uncontrollably. The demon brought her to an amazing climax that left the poor woman gasping for breath. This time, however, he didn't drain her. Devicarth wanted her awake so he could have some fun with her.
"Wow...," Lara gasped, "What a wake up call!"
"Oh, I have far more in store for you, my dear," he lit the magical light orbs and glided toward the room's entrance way.
Lara sat up, "Where are you going?"
"I'm just going to get a few things...None of your concern, really. Just lie back and rest."
Taking the hint, Lara waited. The incubus soon returned carrying a leather sack and a black, ruby-studded goblet. "I brought you some water. Can't have you losing all your fluids, after all," he slid a finger through her still-dripping slit to make his point. He handed Lara the cup and added, "This unholy water will taste bitter but it won't harm you since you're such a naughty little sinner."
She coughed a little as she took the first sip, "Ugh, this IS bitter!" But Lara was thirsty so she quickly downed the demonic liquid.
"Don't worry; my influence will slowly turn you into a changeling. Once you're part demon, unholy water will be as sweet as honey to you."
"Thank you, Master."
"That's a good girl. I have a present for you," he picked up the bag and removed a strip of dragon leather, its black scales glimmering various colors as it caught the dim lighting. In the center was ruby that shone in a deep, blood red. "A collar for my beautiful pet."
Lara's eyes went wide, "For me?"
"Why, of course, my love." He fastened the clasp behind her neck while she held her hair out of the way. "Now, everyone will know you're mine."
"Thank you, Master. It's beautiful."
"I knew it would look beautiful on you. Now, lie down so I can show you my 'toys'."
No sooner had she obeyed than Devicarth flicked his hand toward the bed. Five silky black tendrils stretched forth from the mattress to ensnare her arms, legs and torso. Pillowy tentacles pulled her wrists and ankles toward the four corners of the bed, forcing Lara into a spread-eagle position. The thickest squeezed around her stomach to further limit her ability to squirm. Despite softness of the material, Lara found herself completely unable to struggle.
The demon sauntered around the bed to admire his work, "Poor helpless woman- all tied up and at the mercy of a demon," he caressed her raven hair, "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you...much."
Lara smirked, "I see my truth spell has finally worn off."
"Yes," he painfully yanked the lock of hair in his hand, "and now you're going to pay for that trick."
"Do your worst!" she grinned.
"Oh, you're going to regret that," he growled, although they both knew she wouldn't.
The demon reached into the bag and slid out a riding crop made from dragon scale. Caressing her helpless body, he drew the weapon over her curves and up the side of her throat. She let out a soft mew as he traced over her jaw line. "That's right; my little slut is just aching for a beating, isn't she?"
"Ooh, yes, Master."
"That's right. I'm going to beat you...and you're going to like it."
"Will it hurt bad?" Lara pouted with false innocence.
"Excruciatingly." He raised the crop above his high above his head to ensure his slave enjoyed the full effect of this merciless demon towering above her. Then, he struck her ribs with a brutal smack that echoed through the caverns. She arched toward him, her body begging to be whipped and marked. In quick succession, the demon thrashed her never letting her recover between blows. He whipped so swiftly and erratically that Lara never knew where the next smack would land. Within minutes her entire body burned with stinging red lines. As Lara caught her breath, only one word escaped her pleading lips, "More..."
"Whatever you say, sweetie," he climbed up onto the bed and pinned her arms before commanding the mattress tentacles to recede back into the bed. "You are a horny little pain-slut, aren't you?"
