Notes:
While I try to keep revising my work to avoid annoying typos, I tend to miss many. If you spot any, please let me know down in the comments!
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Awake...
It came to him like a sudden realization. Consciousness had not crept upon him slowly, with thoughts gently coalescing into shape; it had been sudden, like a jolt of lighting in the dark.
He was back.
But back where, he wondered? His consciousness was here, though it felt like it had just resurfaced from the depths of a dark ocean, but his memory was not quite there yet.
His name came to him first, whispering across eons of time; a sweet susurration that caressed his mind like a lover long since passed, as the knowledge of his body and a portion of his power returned to him.
With preternatural calm, he took a quick look at his surroundings. Before him lay a stone room, with old withered walls that mouldered in supplication. The ravages of time had hewn the once vibrant carvings that adorned the temple walls; now gashes and forgotten memories framed by centuries of dust. Victims of the inexorable passage of time.
Rubble and dust had accumulated on the floor; the stone tiles covering it smooth and shiny despite their age. The only light was a sputtering lamp dying in the corner, though he had no need of it, as his demonic eyes pierced the darkness just fine.
He felt wetness around his left hoof, and he peered down to see why.
Right in front of him lay a human woman; her porcelain skin gently reflecting the dim light in the chamber. The wetness he had felt was her blood, coming out in long spurts from a horrid gash on her neck. She twitched and gargled; the light gone from her eyes; her soul clinging to her dying body by the thinnest of silver threads.
Slowly, he lowered his body closer to her; his clawed hand caressing her pale skin. Any colour it had was being drained via the gash, and it felt clammy and lifeless.
There was a crudely made knife with some arcane symbols on it in her limp hand. The symbols were utter nonsense, at least in his current memory, but its purpose was obvious; a sacrificial blade.
He dipped the tip of his claw in her blood and licked it lasciviously. It carried the sweet taste of frustrated passion, lust and fury. Her sacrifice had been a final act of defiance; her death was supposed to bring him back as an insult to this world that had hurt her.
This pleased him, and he liked the flavour of her blood, sins and desires.
His reptilian eyes focused on her body, a heart beating for a final time: the last of her life vacating the wretched empty vessel before him.
Then he gripped her. Not her body, but her soul, her life, her very essence as it was leaving the body.
He clenched it tightly in his fist and whispered something to it in an ancient tongue from the beyond, and then thrust it back into the lifeless body, his dark hand disappearing under her chest without piercing it.
The woman sat up while drawing breath as if she had just come out from a deep, endless pond, and quickly touched the gash on her neck by pure instinct.
The wound was closing just as she touched it, her flesh knitting itself together for the Demon Lord now owned it, and had ordered it to do so.
She slowly turned her head towards him, as he was towering over her; easily twice her size.
He leaned slightly so she could see him better. His body was muscular and thick, with glossy dark red fur, almost black, all over it. His eyes shone in the darkness, two red stars peering into her very soul, and his curved horns sat almost like a crown over his head.
She quickly, but clumsily, moved to a kneeling position and bowed down to him, her messy black hair falling to the floor like a carpet over her forehead and hands.
"My Lord Astaroth!, it worked! You have returned!" she said, a mixture of fear, excitement and awe in her voice.
He smiled, it was always pleasing to see humans speak his name with such adoration.
"Indeed, my loyal acolyte. I take it that it is thanks to you, I am awake? Your essence is still fresh on my hooves," he said with a deep, otherworldly voice.
The woman saw the blood as he said this, and without prompt from him, moved forward and started licking it off of his hooves.
"My apologies my lord, I didn't want to soil your body with my blood," she said while carefully cleaning him with her tongue.
He did not stop her, but not because he liked the service, he very much did, but because this sort of humiliation was giving her aura a truly delightful sheen. This woman was a whirlwind of apprehensions, anxiety, kinks and lust.
Her soul was truly delicious, and he had to free her potential and bound her to his will, she would make an excellent lieutenant and personal toy once properly trained and conditioned.
"You truly seem to worship me, small one," he said, making it known with his tone that he approved of her actions.
"Yes my Lord, ever since I read of you, I've wanted to bring you back, my life has been vacuous, but I knew if I could bring you back... it would fill the hole within my soul".
Her unbridled devotion convinced him that the time was now to take her, while his iron was hot, so to speak.
Before the thrall's eyes, Astaroth's manhood became visible as it grew fully erect. It was as thick as her forearm and while roughly similar to a human's cock, it was anything but. It was ribbed along the shaft in 4 places, and the tip was less curved and pointed, almost like a stake. The flesh on his glans was filled with small, barely visible, grooves that criss-crossed in a truly hypnotic pattern.
The woman looked at it totally mesmerized, a small line of drool even falling down the side of her mouth. It was both pathetic and pleasing, Astaroth thought.
"Worship me then, use your mouth to show me your devotion and take every single drop of my essence I give you," he smiled at her. "When you do, you will have sealed your fate, your soul will be mine, and you will walk with me forever".
She bit her lip and without hesitation, she placed her hands sensually on his muscular furry thighs. Her face leaned closer to his manhood, and with eyes so wide she looked possessed, she started moving her tongue along his shaft.
"Good girl, do not hold back, let your lust consume you," he purred, his eyes looking at her, pleased.
The woman nodded and continued licking him, worshipping every inch of his demonic phallus. She took her time in working to his tip, and when she did, she started giving the cock long wet kisses as she gently stroked the shaft.
