Main Pairing: F human x M Demon
Kinks/TWs: Demon, ritual sex, breeding kink, initial dubcon, gradual acceptance/eagerness, exhibitionism, brief oral, vaginal, slight tummy bulge
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'Bestiary Entry #1531
Name: Infernal Baron
Classification: Demon/Darkling
Average Life Span: Unknown
One of the denizens of the infernal planes. Little is known about demonic society or their hierarchical systems, but Barons are believed to be somewhere in the upper castes, ruling over lesser darklings but below the highest of demonic entities. Infernal Barons are humanoid in silhouette, possessing a goat-like lower body with furred legs and cloven hooves. Their muscular upper bodies however are covered in hard red skin, with two black horns jutting from their head.
Like most darklings, Infernal Barons are savagely hostile to all mortal beings. Only certain occult sects can summon these creatures to do their bidding, and they keep their knowledge and rituals as tightly guarded secrets.'
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"Are you excited, Orina? You've waited so long for this day... You'll finally be part of the coven for real!" Rinel whispered, catching up to the girl's side with a smile on her face.
Orina chewed on her lip, nodding quickly. "O-of course, it's an honor. How couldn't I be?" she said.
The two young witches spoke in hushed whispers as she and the rest of the coven were led down a dark stone hallway. Torches came alight with pale red fire whenever the head of their coven, known only as Mother, stepped past them. Tall shadows cast against the walls and followed every step that echoed deeper into the structure.
At the very heart of this long-abandoned temple was where the ritual would take place.
Orina had faithfully served the coven for months now. Branded a heretic by her home village and exiled into the outer wilds, she surely would've died if not for one of the witches finding and taking her in as one of their own. And so, she forsook the false goddess that her former "family" worshiped. She had done nothing for Orina in her time of need -- but the darkness reached out and saved her.
However, she hadn't earned the title of witch just yet. Every young woman here earned the privilege in a sacred ritual, where they would present themselves to the infernal planes as a vessel.
Whatever that meant, anyway. The details of what this ritual would entail were kept secret from new initiates. It was a test of faith, to make sure she would devote herself to the coven even in the face of uncertainty.
That part worried her. Orina was endlessly grateful to the coven and already vowed to join their ranks, but even she couldn't help being nervous. "I just... Wish I knew what exactly was going to happen..."
Rinel playfully rolled her eyes. "You know the rules, Ori. None of us can speak of it to the new initiate. But... I can tell you this at least. We all did it, and we're all still standing, aren't we? You might be scared at first but... I know you'll come to love it. We all do."
"Hush. We're nearly there." Mother glanced back at them. Her dark violet robes rustled around her, and like all of the witches, she wore a traditionally long, pointed hat that signaled her rank -- a hat that Orina would be earning once she was truly in the coven. Unlike the younger women she watched over, Mother wore an opaque black veil that hid her eyes. Nobody had ever seen her without it.
"Y-yes, sorry Mother!" Orina stammered and glared at her friend, who only offered an apologetic smile in return.
Eventually, the seemingly endless stone corridor led into a massive, cavernous chamber. A grand slab of black marble jutted out of the floor in the middle, and a five-pointed star was etched into the stone. At the end of the chamber opposite the entryway was an altar, and to the left and right of the marble slab were sets of pews. There was little in the way of decoration. It looked like nobody had stepped foot in here for years.
Footsteps echoed around the chamber as a dozen or so witches stepped inside. Some of the higher-ranking girls began setting up torches around the center slab while the others took their seats at the pews. Mother took her rightful place at the altar, setting down a large, heavy tome and flipping open its pages.
Orina was left standing alone in the center. She suddenly felt so small underneath the eyes of her sisters, made to be the sole center of attention. Even Mother's piercing gaze could be felt through her veil.
"Orina Weaver," Mother began. Her deep, imposing voice cut through the eerie quiet like a knife, commanding respect and attention. "When we found you, you were cast out of your home. Branded an unbeliever. Left to scavenge and die in the wilds. It was only through the grace of the infernal powers that we came upon you. Since then, you've served our coven dutifully. You've devoted yourself to our teachings. However, you do not hold the title of witch... Until now."
Orina's hands balled up into fists as Mother's words reverberated all across the chamber. She remembered seeing pure hatred in the villagers' eyes, including her own mother and father as they cast her out. Perhaps one day, when she grew into a powerful witch like her new sisters... She would have her revenge. She would take their hatred and return it a thousandfold.
"We come to this sacred temple to witness rebirth. Orina, if you wish to truly join our ranks, you will shed yourself completely of your past life and devote yourself to the infernal powers. This is your final chance to turn back. Are you ready to give yourself -- in mind, body, and spirit -- to the dark arts?"
Orina took a deep breath. Was she scared? Absolutely. But in her heart, she knew that destiny had brought her here. This was where she truly belonged, committing herself to a cause she truly believed in alongside her sisters. No matter the cost, she wanted this. "Yes, Mother. I'm ready to give myself to the infernal powers, and I devote myself to darkness. Whatever it asks of me, I will provide," she said firmly.
A rare smile tugged on Mother's lips. "Very well. For this ritual to succeed, there must be nothing separating you from the Infernal Plane. You will present yourself in only your bare flesh. Remove your robes."
She blinked. As the reality of what Mother commanded hit her, the young woman's pale, freckled face warmed. She'd imagined hundreds of possibilities for what the initiation ritual could entail, and somehow, getting naked in front of her sisters hadn't been one of them. But still, if it was asked of her, then she would obey. There was no turning back now. "Yes, Mother."
Shaking hands reached for the bindings that held her robe together. Casting away all hesitation, she pulled them aside and let the flowing garment fall to the stone floor, wearing nothing underneath. She resisted the natural urge to cover her chest and stood firm with her arms at her sides. Like most from her village, her skin was pale, with freckles adorning her face, chest, and even her rear. Fiery red locks flowed down her shoulders. Supple breasts were presented for all to see, as was her stomach that held a bit of soft pudge.
"Excellent. You'll make a fine offering." Mother smirked.
"Thank you, Mother." Orina blushed. Was Mother... Talking about her appearance? She wasn't sure how to feel about that.
Flipping through the pages of her tome, the elder witch continued. "Now... Let us begin the conjuring. O infernal one, we present this vessel as a humble offering -- her body, her mind, her very life -- take what you will."
'My life?'
Orina's throat dried up and fear thrummed in her chest. She looked at her fellow sisters to keep her nerves in check. They had all gone through this, and they were all still here, alive and well as far as she could see. It must've just been part of the incantation.
Mother began to speak in a strange tongue that Orina had never heard before. Even with her unfamiliarity, the words sounded ancient and powerful. She couldn't understand any of it, but she felt the dark, arcane strength behind the incantation.
Red embers materialized in the air, dancing across a sudden wind emanating from the center of the chamber. The star etched into the marble slab shimmered. Crimson light pierced through the cracks and cast its glow across Orina, who couldn't help taking a step back.
Mother's incantation grew more and more frenzied, as if she were possessed by some infernal presence using her physical form as a puppet.
Suddenly, great rumbles shook the chamber and Orina had to catch herself to keep from tumbling to the ground. The earth beneath their feet trembled under a monstrous presence. She frantically looked left and right at her sisters -- none of them looked especially concerned. Some even cast knowing smirks at each other.
'Just calm down Orina, this is all normal! You'll be fine, this is what you were always meant for...'
It was at that moment that she realized something was forming out of the five-pointed star. Embers of red and black coalesced into solid shapes, twisting and writhing until they hardened into bone. Layers of muscle tissue started wrapping around the exposed bone, and gradually, the being took shape before her very eyes. Skin and fur grew atop dense muscle. Orina was left frozen in fear and awe as she gazed at the creature.
The entity absolutely towered over her as it stood atop the summoning slab. Its legs were covered in dark brown fur that ended in hooves, while its upper body was somewhat more akin to that of a man. A very muscular man at that, and with fleshy red skin, sporting a chiseled chest and abdominal muscles. Its head resembled some kind of goat-like beast, but with tusks jutting from its lower jaw, and black horns rising from its skull.
