Ashtar had made him touch himself until Elend's dick was almost hard. Then, with little effort, he put Elend in the basement cage and disappeared upstairs for the remainder of the night, though not before wearing Elend's visage. It was a clever disguise, Elend thought miserably as he sat in the cage, trying to find a way to get comfortable. He was naked, and the cage hadn't been cleaned in a century at least, and it was cold as fuck down here, and fucking hell, why had he summoned a demon in the first place?
Oh right. The curse that his ex-girlfriend had put on him when she caught him fucking around with a mermaid. Shay might have been the top witch of her class at Ezhar March's University for the Magical Arts, but she was also a total bitch who had cursed him to only receive pleasure from a demon.
The fact he'd summoned a far more powerful demon than he'd intended? He blamed that on Silvercleaver, his orcish mentor who had refused to help him, as she'd so eloquently put it, 'get his rocks off.' She hadn't been much help in the tribunal, either, and had in fact made him move in to her basement so they could do more homework around the clock to prepare him for an application to the Travel Abroad program. Not that Elend was good enough to get in, or even wanted to. All he was focused on right now was dealing with the powerful demon that he had summoned.
The door to the basement opened. Elend tensed as Ashtar, transmuting to his powerful demon form, descended into view. "Hello, Master," said the demon.
"You know, I'm beginning to think you're being sarcastic with that title."
"You still have a tongue on you, I see." Ashtar, his massive cock hanging heavily between his thighs, crouched to Elend's level where he crouched in the cage. "Let's see if you can put it to use." He produced a plate of hot cinnamon rolls, slathered in sugary perfection.
"Fuck," said Elend. "That's not fair."
"You'll have it if you can swallow the sweet cream of hell." Ashtar smiled. Elend was starting to get really hungry. He stood up, feeling a little dizzy.
"Okay," he said, pouting as he eyed the cinnamon rolls. "But I'm not gonna like it."
"You haven't even tasted it yet," said Ashtar. His long tongue rolled out, sliding along the top of the cakes.
"Well, now you ruined it."
"If you don't want them..."
"No! It's fine. I'll do it."
Ashtar unlocked the cage and Elend stepped out into the basement. It was dark and ill-kept, though the demon had done a few things to spruce up the place. He'd brought in a soft, deep red rug to cover the stained floor, and a handful of mysterious implements, the likes of which Elend had not learned about at wizarding school, were grouped in a cubby nearby. Silvercleaver's wall rack of weapons had stayed, though. They gleamed, bright and disorganized and very sharp, under the handful of old-fashioned oil lamps that flickered behind stained glass.
Elend watched as Ashtar retreated to the low chair with sawed-off legs, sprawling in supreme comfort. He patted his thigh, and Elend, rolling his eyes, knelt on the carpet in front of him. If he wanted the cinnamon buns--not to mention to get Ashtar to pleasure him in return, therefore fulfilling their contract so that Ashtar could fuck off this plane and go back to hell where he came from--he had to do this. The prospect didn't disgust him so much as it irked him to be ordered around. He put his hands on Ashtar's thighs. "I'm new at this, okay?"
"Did I say you could touch me?" Ashtar's barbed tail flicked, catching Elend's thigh.
"Ow!"
"Hands behind your back, Master."
Elend, glowering, folded his hands at the small of his naked back. "You're a kinky fucker, you know that, Ashtar?"
The demon's golden eyes glimmered with amusement, prompting a not altogether unpleasant curl in Elend's stomach. "You're avoiding the issue, Master. It isn't difficult. Simply open your mouth and suck."
Elend sized up the monster in question. The cock was uncut and ribbed with red veins. Its tip heart-sloped, like the end of a spear. Elend was glad he only had to put it in his mouth and not any other orifices. The hole gleamed with a single bead of liquid, purple-tinged. Elend stuck his tongue out, squeezing his eyes closed, and ran his tongue from base to tip.
An electric current ran through him, radiating out from his tongue to the rest of his body. He looked up, eyes round, at Ashtar. "I feel...weird."
"Remind me," said Ashtar, producing a joint from thin air, "how the witch's curse went."
Elend shivered. "Something about how I won't receive pleasure from anything except a demon's touch?"
"Well," said Ashtar. "There you are. Your skin made contact with mine, did it not?"
Elend thought about that, the possibilities unfolding before him. He had assumed the curse meant that a demon had to touch
him
before he could get off.
Could he really get off by sucking demon cock?
He determined to find out. He wrapped his lips around Ashtar's tip, feeling his lips go numb with pleasure.
"All the way to the back of your throat, Master."
Elend sucked him down. It was only when he felt the tip at the back of his throat and his gag reflex kick in that he felt his own totally mortal cock jump to life with such urgency that Elend choked.
He felt a broad, warm hand at the back of his head, keeping him from lifting his head away. "You're doing well, Master. Don't worry," he chuckled as Elend struggled for breath. "I won't hurt you until you beg me to."
