Note from the author: this is part 4 of my Sex Ritual series. If you haven't read the pervious stories and would like some context I encourage you to go back and read those first. If you've already read them or don't really care about context then feel free to continue and enjoy. All characters are 18+.
Aukverin gave Catalina a farewell kiss before departing for his meeting, leaving her to take care of their new vacation home. She watched him leave with a loving smile before taking their pet, Calypso, inside for some play time.
As Aukverin got into the carriage and watched his retreat fade into the horizon, he greatly anticipated this meeting, confident he would impress the Dark Lord one way or another.
THE MEETING
As he was escorted into the massive iron fortress, he couldn't help but notice how monstrous everyone was. The guards who brought him in were the size of ogres and had faces similar to a pig's but with severe burns. They had small wings that looked unable to carry them and smelt of burning rubber. The creatures they passed in the unwelcoming halls weren't any better; from small bat-like imps to snake-bodied lamias, the fortress was a menagerie of decrepit and foul beasts hard at work.
The fortress itself wasn't much more impressive. The well-crafted complex of iron towers and bridges that hung over the fountain of lava beneath them were imposing at first glance, but between the choking smoke in the air, the constant screeching of demonic vultures, and the oppressive heat that rose up from the molten lake below, there were many things that distracted from the formidable bastion of terror.
The interior was just as bad. The dull walls were barren of any decorum; no curtains adorned the windows (which amounted to no more than holes periodically stationed along the empty surfaces), no rugs covered the cold floors, and grotesque fiends marched stoically down the long identical corridors, grunting and snarling as they went. To add to this dreary scene was the thick smell of iron and smoke that infested every corner of the castle, as if countless bodies had been burned and the blood ran where it pleased.
In sharp contrast to this backdrop of drudgery and decay stood Aukverin, a towering handsome incubus who's every motion enticed those around him. All along his trip through the palace the strange creatures looked up at him with lust and hatred; desiring his touch and jealous of his form. His large cock freely hung for all to see, being covered only at the base by a diamond studded cock-ring of pure gold. He wore nothing else, for up to this point he had only encountered succubi in the most revealing of clothing (which was a generous term for what amounted to fancy underwear), and now here he strode amongst heavily armored guards, high-strung administrators in uniform, and naked beasts that oozed hatred and pus.
Though he took note of all this, his greatest concern was that the Dark Lord would be grotesque herself. He had expected to find a succubi laden pleasure palace full of fawning submissive girls who would flock to the first incubus they had seen in ages. Now he was sure that if any of the females here were to touch him (if indeed there were any) he would be compelled to strike them dead out of fear for his own safety.
Thankfully for him, no one was willing to go near him. His presence drew the attention of practically everyone to be sure, indeed within an hour of his arrival the whole staff knew he was there, but incubi were a scarce commodity, and they knew it would not bode well for them if they slowed his arrival to their Dark Lord.
Whatever initial fears he might have had about this meeting were soon swept aside by the sight before him.
As he entered the throne room, his attention was instantly pulled to the illuminated bastion of beauty that inhabited this heart of darkness. For one known as the Dark Lord, her appearance was nothing short of angelic; her form glowing with radiant light that pierced the thick darkness of her realm. Her eyes were of solid gold and her large feathered wings rested weightlessly in the air, pure and white as snow that had not yet fell to the ground. Her perfectly arranged light blue hair was pulled back neatly into a long ponytail that floated casually on her shoulder. She wore formal attire fit for a goddess of queens, decorated with elegant silver designs depicting angels dancing across her flawless form. Her long shapely legs lie one on top of the other ending in polished shoes that sat motionless in their glory. Her lips pouted slightly in disapproval at the horrible world she was forced to reside in, betraying the inviting features of her endless charm and beauty. Her clothing showed very little aside from her hairless legs and a mere glimpse of what was surely ample cleavage, but Aukverin had no trouble undressing her with his foul mind.
Aukverin stood ten feet from the goddess by the entrance, captivated by her boundless beauty as the doors behind him were closed by the retreating guards.
They faced each other in silence for a moment as Aukverin admired her glory and she looked down upon yet another visitor.
"Are you just going to stand there?" She finally asked. Her voice dancing to his ears like a choir of little birds (albeit very annoyed little birds)
"I'm sorry my lady, I was simply enchanted by your endless beauty." He excused himself before bending a knee in adoring reverence.
She stared down at him blankly for a moment, then let out a disinterested sigh.
"Let me guess, you are hear for an estate full of succubi and great sensory pleasures? Or perhaps you are here to try and seduce me, as so many have in the past?" She continued, planning to make short work of this.
"Not at all, my queen. I am here to offer my services to you in any way you see fit. I am not nearly arrogant enough to make demands of you when I have nothing to offer." He assured her, looking up from his humble position to assert his sincerity.
"...You have no requests whatsoever?" Her features never straying from their slightly disapproving posture.
"None at all. I am here to only to offer you my undying loyalty." He reaffirmed confidently.
The Dark Lord rolled her eyes with a scoff.
"You needn't hide your intentions. You're an incubus, and powerful one at that. If you wish to bed me you must declare it openly." She insisted.
Aukverin realized it was time to go about things a bit differently.
He looked around to ensure no one was present except the two of them, then stepped up to his Dark Lord.
"Alright then. I've come fuck you. This place seems incredibly dull and you look like you could use a distraction." He proclaimed.
"Is that so?" She snickered.
"It is, and I won't be leaving until I've shown you a good time." He continued, walking up to her throne and sitting on her lap.
The Dark Lord glared angrily at his impudence.
"Get off me you smug fool." She coldly demanded. But seeing as she made no physical attempt to remove him, Aukverin decided to go all or nothing right here.
"No, I don't think I will. I think you hate being here, surrounded by monsters. You're in need of a break, and I'm going to give it to you." He confidently declared.
The Dark Lord grit her teeth at his words, but still made no attempt to remove him, so he brought his face mere inches from her's and continued in his deep lustful voice.
"Tell your guards to cancel your meetings for the next few hours, or delegate them to some crony of yours. You're going to enjoy yourself for once." He now commanded her.
She stared into his lusty gaze with defiance for a long silent moment before finally relenting.
"Fine." She complied through clenched teeth, eliciting a triumphant smile from Aukverin (and an internal sigh of relief).
"You'll be glad you listened to me." He vowed with supreme confidence before removing himself from her lap and standing at the foot of her throne once more. He was happy his gamble had payed off.
The Dark Lord called for her guards and had them cancel her meetings until further notice, then faced Aukverin expectantly.
"Bring us to your bedchamber." He instructed, finding her to be surprisingly suggestible.
She teleported them there with a snap of her fingers.
The room was just as bland as the rest of her demesne. Aside from a dresser, cubby, and large bed with a metal frame, it was without any decoration. There was a closet on one side of the room and a bathroom on the other, with the bed sitting by the closet, and the cubby to the left of the entrance. The only thing of note was that the room had no windows and the bed frame had rings on each of the corners and the middle of the headboard.
As she moved to undress herself, Aukverin grabbed her hands, knowing he would have to keep control of the situation if this was to go well.
"Oh no my lady, allow me." He reassured her with a sly smile.
She simply scoffed and waited for him to proceed.
"What's your name?" He asked as he stood behind her, slowly removing her decorative clothing.
"Lucia." She said, her tone infinitely more relaxed that it had been.
"Lucia...I like that." His voice was soft and inviting as he enjoyed the process of revealing her perfect form.
After removing her blouse and skirt he found a tightly drawn up white corset and light grey stockings holding in her smooth figure. He lifted her from the ground bridal style and sat her on the bed while he sliced through the tight bonds of the corset. (Aukverin hadn't seen a corset before but he quickly decided he hated them)
His fully engorged member drew the attention of Lucia as he stood in front of her, eager to release her tightly bound bosom from its confines.
It was true she was bored of her endless administrative work, and was happy to receive the distraction, (she was glad to see there was indeed the powerful incubus she had been informed of) but Lucia needed to be sure he was truly worthy of her time. Up to this point she had had several incubi in her bedchambers, but none had proven themselves to her, and they had all suffered the consequences.
Lucia held the corset to her chest with a playful smirk.
"How dare you behave so impudently!" She teasingly rejected his advances.
He could see in her eyes she wouldn't be dominated without some resistance, even if it was just for show.
"If this is impudence you will find the rest of my behavior downright insulting." He chuckled, taking hold of the corset and ripping it from her mischievous grasp.
"Oh you naughty boy!" She coyly protested, putting her hands on the bed behind her to prop herself up, leaving her exposed breasts in plain view.
They were perfectly round D-cups with hard pale nipples that hadn't seen the outside in centuries. They bounced out happily from their prison, greeting the fresh air as they sat on her smooth chest.
Aukverin took in the sight before him as desire built in his loins. His dick throbbed approvingly, drawing a seductive giggle from the Dark Lord who moved to take off her stockings.
"Hold on little girl. We work at my pace." He commanded, firmly grabbing her hand.
She bit her lip and purred "Of course, Master." Her velvety voice fueling his burning hunger for her.
