Capítulo 43: Dungeon Life in a Darker World
The scratch of pen on parchment continued unabated as a dark figure hunched over a large crystal ball. To his left, a pen floated above parchment and drew out a detailed map of what appeared to be adventurer bands and troop movements. The dark figure was engrossed in what was inside the ball and did not appear to notice as a devilishly seductive woman entered. Her light red skin and two horns growing from her head that came to a distinct point behind her jet black hair were obvious traits of the succubus race. Not to mention the overtly sexual manner in which she walked, as well as her child-bearing hips swaying to and fro hypnotically below an impossibly thin waist.
"Master, you have been watching their movements for three whole days. You need rest." The succubus intoned with a worried look. Getting no response, she stepped forward and touched at his shoulder while laying her head against his well formed bicep.
"The scouts will report any changes. You should sleep." He jerked upright and she was roughly thrown off of him as he twisted around to face her.
"Sleep!?" Arcane energy gathered around the dark figure and lit up the room. His trenchcoat flapping wildly as Eldritch fire burned upward from beneath his boots. "Sleep!?" He roared again as Arcane bolts of energy danced through his maddened and bloodshot eyes. It was the rare occasion he was not wearing his mask and the succubus was able to once more see her beloved master's face. The pain and weariness on it broke her heart and she lurched forward to bury herself in his chest. The Eldritch fire licked at her body and scorch marks began to mar her flawless skin. Feeling her trembling body on his, sanity slowly returned to the man and his pitch black eyes slowly faded to his normal brown ones.
"Sleep?" he whispered as his arms tenderly wrapped around the crimson skinned devil. "No... sleep is pain. Sleep is for the dead."
He gently patted at her back as he breathed in her scent to try and retain what little mental facilities he had remaining. As usual, she was intoxicating in both body and mind. Her naturally emitted sexual pheremones had already begun to work on him. "But, you may be half right. I have been staring at these things for too long. Perhaps, my attention is better served, elsewhere?"
She did not miss his suggestive voice, nor did she feel it untoward. She was still a devil and they both knew each other's intentions long before. He could provide power and security, she would defend him and lead his armies, the rest was simply a mutual gift. Her love for him would be swayed if a stronger being killed him and she would gladly follow a new master, however, she discovered that this man would never truly die. Thus, no one would be stronger than he ever and so she had joyfully recited the Rite of Binding with him. Her soul had become eternally attached to his, in this way, she too would never die.
Her face lifted as his lowered while a pink smoke lazily wafted from her open and panting mouth. He greedily sucked it in before his lips touched hers. It was a euphoria inducing pheromone but it had become something that he had found himself needing. While he no longer required sleep to sustain his health, his mind did need moments of rest, which a passionate and mind numbed state of magical bliss sufficed perfectly.
The desk was swept clear by her tail as he pressed her towards it. Their breath quickened as flames within ignited. Her black wings unfurled to their fullest extent, showing her delight as he aggressively picked her up by her plump round cheeks. The desk groaned as their combined weight crashed on top of it, though they paid it no mind even if they did hear it. The devil's claws ripped his shirt apart and blood sprayed upon her face. Her tongue slid out and licked the drops nearest her mouth, eliciting an excited growl. The tattered rag that was a tunic fell away to reveal his well muscled chest marred by numerous scars, the telltale history of the rigorous cost he had paid for his power even as the flesh had already started to knit back together.
Teeth, greedily nipped at tender red flesh as he worked his way down her neck. As he reached her shoulder he suddenly bit down with increased intensity, eliciting a gasp as she was forced to hold her breath from the sensation. The mark of his teeth left their tell-tale sign as he let go and leaned back to take in her stunning form. That impossible waist gave way to breasts that were easily the size of his own head each and they were held in check by the most insidious of leather harnesses. Two skulls with the backsides missing covered the important bits of her. Above that, a choker with an obsidian stone pendant shaped like a diamond hung at her neck, the symbol of their symbiosis. A neck, just as cartoonishly thin as her waist gave way to a smooth and small chin, pointed enough to give her an angular face yet soft enough to never be mistaken for a boy's. Glowing violet eyes, half hooded by long lashes gazed at him hungrily. Long, thick and luxurious wavy black hair spilled across the top of the desk from out of a single golden clamp to create a dangerously sexy ponytail. Her black and red wings, almost bat-like in nature gently fluttered in anticipation as she waited for him to finish the meal for his eyes. She knew her form was all too unreal for mortal men to handle, eliciting lust from even the most holy and pious of men.
"I think, today... I need an extra bit of... distraction." He growled out as his own desires began to take over. By the tinyest margin, he was keeping them at bay, if only long enough to remind his partner why she allowed him his various ungainly nuances. The thong like strap of leather she used as a bottom cover slipped down her things painfully slowly as he traced her long legs with his fingers along the same path. Her breath came in little pants as an unholy growl emerged from deep within her chest. As his face lowered, they locked their gazes together, eyes chained to each other's by the bonds of lust. The violet glow emanating from his made an excited smile form across her face. If he was activating his own pheremones, then today was going to be a good day.
Thoughts and concerns disappeared from her mind as his tongue touched her flesh. In her millenia of existence, she had taken many lovers, feasted on mortals and demons alike, but very few knew the ways of carnal knowledge like her own kind. To find it in a human, even a very powerful one, was a joy all of its own. It was if he was reading her body like a scroll, each flick of his tongue, every suck at her lips, the slow trace along her edges, every last detail to push her body further and further towards insanity was known by him. During the many days in the future she would marvel at his experience and innate ability to bring her to blissful climaxes over and over again. Just like the one she was currently experiencing that flooded his mouth with her juices. He did not let her breathe or rest as his fingers dug in her folds, rubbing and kneading at her most sensitive of places. Pleasure like plumes of lava erupted through her body as she rocked and bucked at every touch.
Her mind long lost to the throes of passion, she only registered when he stopped after a few seconds and many breathes. Now, she found a different insanity within his eyes, one she knew on a more carnal and intimate level. She only purred out her infernal growl in pleasure as he rolled her over onto her stomach, her round and peach shaped ass shaking lightly in the air. It was hellishly perfect and it made all who saw it want to ruin it. A hand impacted her right cheek and a brilliantly light shade of blue appeared in the shape of said hand. Now it was marred, the perfect peach was slightly bruised. But she only gasped and moaned in delight as another wave began deep within. Her little impish tail flicked to and fro in the air above it, the triangular tip whipping through the air before being caught by him.
She squirmed as he gripped it tighter and held it in place for a few seconds. Frustration grew and she whimpered back at him over her shoulder. Words held no meaning for them but she grew weak-kneed when she saw the sadistic smirk that had taken over his visage. A rough hand kneaded at the bluish mark and deformed the large lump of flesh, spreading the two moons apart to expose her innermost self. Cold air tickled at her hidden depths and she shivered again as she waited, another whimper to remind the man of her needs. Eyes locked once again as she felt him move closer, heat emanating from his rock hardness making her lose her mind to frustration at how slow he was moving.
Painfully slowly, he pushed at her entrance and let his invader force its way into her depths. Her hiss accompanied her body arching harder, her bust jiggling as she shook from nearly cumming on the spot. Little grunts and pants mixed together as she tried to find breath, but could not as her backside became more and more stuffed, so full did she feel that it borderlined on being uncomfortable. Soon, she adjusted to his girth and length and breathing came easier as she reveled in the sensation of having him inside.
A partner and a lover that knew your every weakness was a scary thing to have, especially for infernals like herself, but it was also an indescribable boon for moments like this, when they knew exactly what to do to give you everything you ever wanted. His slow rhythmic motions were gaining speed as one hand played at her chest while another played at her clit causing her tail to wrap around his body as if to anchor her to him. She shrieked in ecstacy when he pinched either and moaned in inhuman delight at how he made her feel. As his cock slammed inside of her she could feel her lower lips being slapped by his sack and little jolts of pleasure had caused her mind to flee. Those eyes which could command any man had rolled upward in stupidity and joy as her mouth hung open, throat dry from all of her ragged breathing and panting. Little grunts and pants were all she could muster anymore as she anticipated so much more to come when he roughly pulled her hair, jerking her head backward. Finally, she could feel him swell within and her hips buked against him even harder as she regained enough of her voice to scream out.
"Yes! Fuck me! Yes! Give it to me! I want it all!"
With a grunt and then a roar that matched her own they cried out as his seed filled her, bodies locking up against each other as they reached it as one. The world slowly returned and he slumped down on top of her, still connected as they both tried to catch their breath.
'Truly,' she thought as she felt him twitch inside, eliciting another gasp and aftershock from her body. 'The best decision I have made in a long, long time.'
It was many minutes before they separated and moved to a throne nearby. He sat on it with one hand around her waist as she nestled into his chest as she sat on his lap. There were many trials still on his long road to revenge and she was glad to just be there to witness it. Now, she could finally watch as the entire world would fall beneath their feet. After all, it was only a few months ago that she had chanced upon him, entering her dungeon and conquering both. In the short time since, he had orchestrated the domination of half of this continent. It was only a matter of time before fires of war eradicated the pitiful fools of this world. All because he lost someone dear to him.. someone mortal just like him. Being a demon had its perks after all, seeing as she could never truly die either now. Eternity and a never-ending war. Ah, such bliss.
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