Taming Onoskelis 01

She appeared, not in a cloud of sulfurous smoke, but rather a mist of sweet perfume. Her naked form was awe inspiring, long back-swept horns of gold mingling with hair of the same color. Eyes a soft orange with slit pupils stared at me with calculation, a confident smile twisting her beautiful lips. I had called her by name, and she had come into the circle of protection.

Her confidence wavered though at my first words, tone bland and eyes not quite holding the heat of lust she had hoped for. "You cut such a tragic figure, Onoskelis. The very embodiment of a woman desperate for love but incapable of inspiring it. You make do with worship and lust, but they can never truly fulfill you. But to be loved, you'd need to change in ways you can't; at least not without a soul of your own."

It was amusing to watch her face, as she first took on the aspect of a tragic and broken woman to match my words and seek pity, then settled into an anger that seemed far more genuine. "Have you called me here merely for this mockery, sorcerer? You think to bend me to match a human mold? Or perhaps you think that tormenting demons will win you some special place in-"

I cut her off. "Every man who sleeps with you inevitably hangs himself." It was impossible to be certain, but I thought the anguish on her face from that declaration was quite real. "You will not be an object of worship for me, Onoskelis."

Glaring at me, she replied in a small voice. "I cannot change, Michael William Ferrant. Many times I have tried. Always I fail. This is all I am." My apparent lack of lust had clearly damaged her sense of self, as her gesture at her own perfect form was contemptuous.

I reached into a pocket of my jacket and showed her a parchment scroll, untieing it and letting it fall open. Her fingers were burned by the edge of the circle as she reflexively reached for it. "I have your contract, Onoskelis. That means I own you."

She could tell it was authentic, I could see it in her eyes. To preempt whatever she was going to ask next, I volunteered "I traded for it. I located Asmodai's current obsession and told him I'd spare her life if he gave me your contract."

She laughed nervously. "Come on, master, what did you really trade? A bluff would never have worked on a demon."

I stared at her in silence, watching her expression change. Not to horror, but to admiration. "Alright, master. You own me. I fear that what you plan with me will bear no fruit, but you can't possibly be worse than past masters I've served. And I get to stay on earth, perhaps surrounded by wealth?~"

It was a stark reminder that she wasn't human. She was comforted by having her role relative to me made clear and ready to serve me with all the loyalty she was capable of. She imagined I intended to make her a human woman. But that truly would have been a fruitless endeavor. Making her more than a demon and giving her a soul though? Difficult, but entirely possible.

"I am a man of wealth and taste." I said, wondering if she'd catch the song reference. "You'll need to wear clothing in public, and we can't have you going around advertising your true name. You need a more convenient name, one that I can give people. Lily, perhaps."

I grinned as her eyes narrowed. After a long pause, she said "Just how long have you been studying me?" She seemed to be caught; unable to decide whether to be amused and flattered, or annoyed and contemptuous. She settled for all of the above.

"But you've a hard road ahead of you." I said, undoing my belt. "Worry about how you're going to gain a soul and become a proper lover for me later. For now, just worry about carnal needs and sating your master's lust."

As my pants fell to the floor, I released the anti-lust spell, watching her eyes dilate as my suppressed lust flared fully to life, hitting her with my sudden and intense desire for her. Moisture dripped onto the tiles bellow her, her tail moving wildly with excitement. She curled sensuously and began to lap at her own sex, clearly enjoying the mix of urine, vaginal fluid, and mucus that leaked from her. I was amused by the display, only partially meant to entice me.

"Present yourself, Onoskelis~ Top down bottom up~" I ordered. She immediately complied, face pressed against the floor, beautiful hair resting about her face in the puddle of her own profane lust, Ass up and legs apart, tail curling back on itself to hover just above her head. The angle of her back and the way she rested so much of her weight on her toes would have been difficult for a human woman to sustain, if she could adopt the pose at all. But then, most women were not flexible enough to provide themselves with oral.

I broke the circle and plunged into her without hesitation, one hand on her hip, other gripping her tail close to the base. It coiled around my wrist and forearm, her sex contracting around my member rhythmically. For a new master, she was not merely going through the motions to reward an ensnared human, but truly lustful in return. In physical contact with me, she could read my emotions but not influence them. I let her feel the amusement at the beast she was, and my affection for the creature she would some day become.

That I was amused by her and saw her as a beast stirred her lust, causing her to redouble her efforts to please me. I owned her, and she expected to be treated as categorically inferior to me. Failing ot do so would leave her feeling insecure in the most direct meaning of the word. Were I a weak master, then she could expect abuse when someone took her from me. To be viewed with amusement was perhaps the closest thing to affection she could accept for the moment.

With her putting forward maximal effort, it took remarkably little time for me to cum. She came too, as of course she must. The only time she was capable of orgasm was when her master came, and then it was compulsory. No seed dripped from her as she slid off me, an inhuman twist and bending of the back that left her kneeling in front of me instead.

Her pretty face--framed by matted and stinking hair--rested but a short distance from my soft member. Slowly, she reached out with her long tongue to wrap around my shaft and envelope me with her mouth. Rather than offering oral, she was cleaning me; her magic turned for the moment to suppressing certain sensations, so that her cleaning would be pleasant rather than painful overstimulation.

As she worked, I placed a hand on top of her head, eliciting a sound not unlike a cat's purr from her otherwise occupied mouth. "Good girl, Lily~ I'm going to take care of you~"

The look in her eyes was sad, as if she already saw my disgust with her inability to change, my despair at how she had ruined my ability to enjoy human women, and finally my death at my own hands. But I kept my smile. And it widened as her expression changed.

Releasing me from her mouth, she stared up at me with wide eyes and said "You're not human, but I can't tell what you are. Your... your seed is potent! I'm with child!"

"Yes." I replied quite delighted by the news. "By the time the child is born, you will no longer be a demon." And the boldness and confidence with which I declared it were not feigned.

I would tame Onoskelis~