Disclaimer: This work of erotic fiction depicts consensual sex acts involving tickling, bondage, sadomasochism, and orgasm control. 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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Lara awoke to find herself in Devicarth's bed, her body cleaned of all the sticky cum that had soaked her the night before. As she curled up beneath the soft covers, she allowed her mind to wander lazily. 'Life is... just wild,' she mused. She remembered when she was a young sorcery student contemplating her future. Who would've predicted she'd end up (willingly) living in Hell, deeply in love with one of the very demons she had trained to fight? The strangest thing was how perfect it all was: she could continue hunting hell-beasts without having to deal with boring rat infestations; she could maintain her friendship with Mellia; and she could spend eternity with a man who both loved her tenderly and indulged her darkest fantasies. Lara rolled over to wrap her arms around Devicarth.
"Good morning, Sweetheart," he planted a soft kiss on her lips.
"I'm so glad I summoned you," Lara purred.
"Me too, Baby. I going to love holding you, kissing you, and ravishing you forever and ever... not to mention spanking your pretty little ass," he tickled her firm behind with a pointed claw.
And so they passed the years in one another's arms. Lara's body slowly strengthened from Devicarth's influence. She no longer needed to sleep after he drained her energy and, once she was fully immortal, she became immune to serious injury. Of course, that allowed the demon to inflict such wonderfully painful torments on her body. When he drew his whip, Devicarth would thrash her with enough force to severely scar a mortal human. Needless to say, Lara loved every minute of it.
Over 500 years later, the couple was as passionately in love as the day they first met. They lounged in their favorite nook by the Lake of Fire (which was more like a sea of lava). Casting a protection spell on herself, Lara slid her body into the glowing pool of molten rock. Although she didn't need the spell to prevent damage, the lava would sting uncomfortably without it. She closed her eyes and dozed in the soothing bath.
After a few minutes, she heard a light chirping and the flutter of wings. She opened her eyes to watch as an elegant phoenix warmed itself in the lava barely three feet away. It soon fluttered off leaving one of its long, flame-proof tail feathers floating atop the pool. Lara snatched up the golden plume.
"Hmm, that feather gives me an idea," Devicarth mused, "Bring it over here, Pet."
When Lara climbed out of the pool, a thin layer of molten fluid clung to her skin. It hardened into dark rock and flaked off as she walked. Rising from under a shady tree, Devicarth took the feather brandished it like one of his whips. Then, he slowly traced it along the underside of Lara's soft breast. She giggled and pulled away by reflex.
"Hold still, Slave."
She locked onto his eyes. "Make me," she dared grinning with mock defiance.
Devicarth caressed her cheek, "That, my dear, can easily be arranged." He paused for effect before roughly grabbing Lara by the arm. With cruel force, the demon slammed her helpless body into the ground of solid rock. A wave of his hand directed smooth arches of stone to erupt from the earth and encircle Lara's limbs and body. The changeling was held immobile on her back with her legs spread for easy access...
Bearing a sadistic grin, Devicarth wriggled the fluffy plume all over her ticklish body. He started at the soles of her feet and worked slowly up each leg. Then, the demon tortured every inch of squirming belly. Of course, he made sure to linger mercilessly over the ticklish spots under her arms and beneath her ribs. Lara spiraled into fit of bucking and squealing. Yet, no matter how she twisted in her bonds, there was no escape from the feather's tormenting touch.
