Demonlord Consort (closed)

[Neysha]

Her whimperings were starting to fade, as she felt his rough, long, tongue slither out of his mouth, lapping up at her face in some twisted manner of comforting her as he lapped up her hot, salty tears and leaving her face glistening. Sana felt him grip her ass though, firmly in his clawed hands, just enough to feel the sharpness of his fingertips but not enough to draw pain from it. He was practically using her body to stroke his cock now.

But Sana realized, even as she felt her insides painfully churn, and her pussy stretch outward to accommodate his thrusting time and time again, making her hips burn, that from his response to her sudden begging of mercy, that it could be much, much worse.

For a split second, it amazed her that she could endure this much pain, the sensation of it drawing fresh hot tears from her eyes and wailing whimpers from her tired lips every time he lifted her hips and impaled her anew on his magnificently large cock. Each time her pussy burned with pain, wanting to make her howl aloud with pain, but she managed to internalize it, and suppress it. Soon the pain wasn't quite as overbearing, allowing Sana to try and refocus her staggering mind on something else.

She realized her hands were stroking his warm, heavily muscled chest the entire time, her soft fingertips feeling his firm, thick, unyielding skin and the strong powerful muscles underneath. Even the expanding of his chest from the exertion he was feeling burying his cock into her time and time again. He lifted her hips again, and again, drove his cock painfully deep into her, using her body almost like a masturbatory device.

A groan escaped her lips, her fingertips sliding across his chest anew, as she felt Akradrags hot breath on her face, as he continued to wrap his great wings behind her, almost encapsulating her from what was beyond their coupling. It forced her to focus on either the ongoing extreme pain, or the Demonlord that was forcing himself upon her.

Her hands grew more firm in their grip, stroking his chest along the lines of his defined muscles instead of just dragging her fingertips across his flesh. Her whimpers, slowly, gradually, transformed into groans of exertion, still pained but not nearly as woeful to hear as before. And everytime his cock settled into her pussy or his cock was withdrawn, the feintest of moans or sighs escaped her lips. And despite the pain, her pussy grew more and more moist from the juices as her body could not deny the pleasurable friction of his cock against her vaginal walls even if the penetration itself was painful.

He lapped his long tongue against her face again, and whether by coincidence or intent, not even Sana knew, she found the tip of his tongue flicking across her open lips, and drew the tip of his lancelike tongue inward. The Demonlord almost immediately took advantage of the development as suddenly Sana groaned no more, as the Archfiend slithered his tongue deeper into his mouth, until it was tickling the entrance of her throat, taking control of the kiss and further showing his dominance of her.

And then, Sana finally moaned.

 

[LordLuck]

Akradrag groaned back in delight.

Finally he had taken it from Sana. Hearing her gutural voice had finally demarked it for him. She liked his girth. He was going to have her addicted for it - but not now. Not tonight. It was time to unravel his feelings, to sate hers, and to sign their contract with blood... and seed.

He had forced himself to sush her patetic pleading. Kalia had not plead. Not in this way, at least, subduing herself to his will even though he could forcibly take her in a way more violent fashion.

Still, the Demonlord raised Sana once again, and impaled herself into his erection, taking another wave of tears flowing down into her cheeks. He doubted she would be capable of standing for days after this session... pretty much like Kalia.

"How do you feel, lovely Sana? How does it feel to accept me as your Lord and Master? Say it trully. I am all ears. Tell me how can I ease your burden, as well as you try to ease mine."

The Archfiend's delighted smile was as weird as fog in a active volcano crater. Every time Akradrag noticed Sana trying to stare at his eyes again, he forced the pace, increading it to such a painful tempo that the poor woman could barely take it without fainting completely at his arms. She grabbed back at his chest, almost if trying to punch him, as his frame towered over her even as he arched his back, trying to level his face with her agony.

 

[Neysha]

In fact it was only the pain that was keeping her conscious, as she felt her pussy literally brutalized over and over again as his powerful, unbreakable grip on her hips continually forced her to endure one powerful, forceful thrust into her battered pussy after another.

Soon enough, even her flailing limbs grew weaker, and her moans which were once again replied by painful cries, grew weaker and weaker until only a low, constant, guttural groan escaped her lips, as her exhausted body, literally fucked into broken submission, almost acted like nothing more then a hot, juicy, tight glove for his cock as he had her limp body still riding his cock.

But the pain didn't allow her to slip into unconsciousness, as he could still see the pangs of pure agony on her face, such images still fueling his lusts as she struggled to keep her eyes open, as if feeling if they were closed, she would somehow expire. But she wasn't in danger of death, merely broken by her new Masters cock in every manner possible.

(HAPPY ONE THOUSANDTH POST TO ME)

 

[LordLuck]

It was time.

Akradrag finally reached his last climax. It was a sealing of their own, lesser contract, as he started to fill Sana's limp, broken body with his unholy sperm. It was soothing, easing her pain as it coated in a hot glove her insides, at last leaving her enough strengh for a last, thankful gasp.

And she crashed over him. She was not his trouble anymore. The Demonlord took Sana's away from him in disgust, her body and mind so weak when compared to his Sorceress. However, he was worried. Worried he had bent Sana so much that she would never be the same again. As much as he loved Andrea, he now feared her wrath as he had taken her apprentice in such a brute way. Would he have to repent? He wasn't sure of yet.

Taking Sana's limp, passed out body, and closing his other arm around Andrea's own, the Archfiend finally reclined over the silken sheets, tired. Too tired. It was time to delve in the earthly pleasures of sleep, for tomorrow... he and his consort had much to discuss. Much to learn. Much to plan togheter.

 

[Neysha]

Becka put away the mortar and pestle into the wash basin, the concoction she was making finally finished. "Drink up my lady," the flame haired apprentice then said, in a surprisingly cheerful mood as she handed Andrea the freshly brewed potion to help her Master in her rejuvenation and recovery from last nights arduous activities.

"Thank you," Andrea replied dryly, taking the flask in hand and imbibing the potion a second later. The crisp, minty fluid practically drained down her throat as within moments, she started to feel more energized. The dull numbness and mild pain suffused through her body gradually subsiding as she started to feel like herself again. "You seem to be in a good mood considering everything that has happened and will happen soon. Did you not see Sana?"

"I did," Becka replied casually. "So I brewed myself a special recipe so when your Demonlord consort forces itself upon me, I won't pass out from the pain like she did."

Andrea raised an eyebrow. "If he harms you in any permanent manner, trust me I will-."

Becka waved away her concerns. "Not like that. It merely makes the pain bearable by transposing the sensations of pain with something that actually works against such sharp physical arousal, like joviality."

"If Lord Akradrag hears you laughing as he fucks you, he may think you are demon possessed and rip your head off," Andrea replied. "And I would be fresh out of apprentices, for the time being."

Becka shook her head again, knowing potions and their formulation and brewing was one area she knew more then her Master. "I imagine there will be much crying and pain, for this potion has its limits, but if I do not use it, I will most certainly suffer greater then Sana has, and it has threatened to devour me if I displease it."

"I won't allow that to happen," Andrea replied, knowing full well that Sana was currently in the apothecary, also recovering now from her new lovers ravaging. Needless to say, waking up to a snoring Archfiend was fine, but finding that Sana took it upon herself to crawl towards the apothecary was disconcerting to say the least. At least the level of wards separated these levels of the keep from the rest of the fortress so that idle rumors wouldn't spread about her personal retinue was falling one after another to the brutal lovemaking and lust of Andrea's new lover, but still, it was most, constraining...

"I must return to Lord Akradrag before he awakens," Andrea then said. "You and the Captain of the Guard will have to split Sana's duties until she recovers," she then added before departing, returning to the bedchambers and finding her demonic lover still fast asleep.

If she had ill will in her heart, she was certain he would be aware of her presence. But as it was, she bore none. So instead, she shrugged off the thin robe she was wearing and rejoined her lover on the bed, as naked as she was when she had briefly left him early that morning.

 

[LordLuck]

Akradrag rejoiced to feel Andrea's soft, warm skin brushing against his ever hot furred leather. Taking his time to slowly move and face the Sorceress against his right arm, he smiled almost a candid smile to his consort, taking his time to sniff at her hair, innebriating himself of the sensations she could oblige him.

Turning slowly to face her with his ever-fiery eyes, Akradrag started to caress at her body, laying soft, boiling kisses around her bust in a morning greeting. He hoped he did looked more loving than terrifying in his movements.

"Good morning, my dearest lover..."

His deep-pitched, rumbling voice sounded rather like a handful of stones thrown into a well than a seductive, satisfied tone.

"I must say that I am sorry for Sana's state. I did not control my urges after our own... mating. I should have controlled myself rather than fucked her until she passed out. I am at your complete mercy, my consort."

He said, his long, black fingers tracing another caress at Andrea's thighs, perhaps intending of having them spread for himself again... perhaps. He feared of her retribution, but did not shy himself of making his advances.

 

[Neysha]

"I must say that I am sorry for Sana's state. I did not control my urges after our own... mating. I should have controlled myself rather than fucked her until she passed out. I am at your complete mercy, my consort."

Andrea heard his apology, and for what she could tell, it sounded as heartfelt a demon could've made it be. But a moment later, she found her body literally shivering, bristling from the fine touch of his black clawed fingertips caressing her voluptuous thighs, as she felt the warmth of his body press against hers. And within a span of seconds, she found herself aroused to sexual desire all over again. And, she had already decided, would be the punishment.

"I accept your apology, but it must have teeth I'm afraid. Much as you punished me earlier, I feel compelled to reciprocate," she said, taking his larger hand under hers and gently pushing his hand away. "While I do this with much regret, since it denies me of pleasure as well, I believe we should avoid... our lovemaking for this morning and find other diversions for us this day. I do this, also because I would be hard pressed to conjure a censure worthy enough to exact upon you that would be both efficient and effective, since I doubt such primitive punishments would have much effect upon you," she said, explaining how confinement or physical punishment or verbal chastising would be nearly as effective and efficient as withdrawing sexual pleasure from him.

"With that unpleasantness behind us, I can only hope Sana performed adequately and that as far as I know, she is in good recovery," Andrea added, rising from bed and bidding Lord Akradrag to do the same as she pulled over herself a robe. "But I must insist you hold off on ruining my retinue, lest I be removed of all of my assistants." She shook her head, dismissing such negative thoughts. "Come my Lord, let me give you a tour of these private levels of my keep. They are separated from the rest of my castle by a level of wards which my apprentices and I developed and maintained. It might be good for you familiarize yourself with the wards sometime during this day. I would hate for you to run afoul of them in your travels."

 

[LordLuck]

Taking a long, deep breath of resignation, Lord Akradrag faced his lover's stare and punishment with a little more dignity than he himself would like to show. After all, he was being denied his prize and the most delicious rewards of their relationship. She could have banished him back to the Endless Layers of the Abyss and the result would have been almost the same. The binding energies that brough him upon this world would be easily shattered should he start his bloodletting rampage into the Tower...

"...Very well. You are always wise and correct, my Consort. It would be most unwise to not bid to your will."

Not for the first time, he imagined how did her blood tasted, and considered taking her while she was turning her back to him, tearing her body apart with his massive claws. But he did not, and abided her. However, this night, he would exact his measure of revenge against her. Foolish Sorceress would pay for denying an Archfiend his prize. However, the aspect of having her screaming in her own pain for refusing his advances had Akradrag thinking on a better way to show her his bad humour before the situation, but still abiding her orders not to touch her.

In one quick, fluid movement, Akradrag sat down upon their love nest, taking the silken sheets away from his body as he snapped his finger, a call heard from over the Realms and Planes of Existence all down towards his own Realm. Quicker than Andrea could foresee in her state, Akradrag had taken her by the hips with his powerful, claw-like hands, and made her sit upon one his thighs, his powerful, muscled legs spread so he could have her between his arms into his ever-lustfilled embrace. Keeping one hand at Andrea's waistline, once again did the Fiend lay his soft, delicious touch over her sensitive thigh's skin. Her robe falling aside, revealing her most appealing assets almost limply, had him sniffing at Andrea's scents one last time.

"Bear in mind, though, my Consort...", he said caressing at her legs, "...that my Lust is never-ending. I shall abide your orders, for you are my Mistress. I shall not touch you again... for the day, although that punishment alone would be more than enough had I killed your apprentice and bathed into her blood.", he laughted hoarsely, "...but that won't prevent me of... 'visiting' your other student..." It was a simple threat, that he knew that would not be effective. However, he allowed the sentence to linger as he enjoyed the last, warm touch of Andrea for the rest of the cicle. Ah, the pain!

 

[Neysha]

Andrea didn't bat an eye at what she took as a threat that he would visit her other student, the unfortunate Becka. If he was desiring her to feel threatened or affronted, it didn't work. As long as Becka didn't die, Andrea always figured a good demon mounting might be deserved considering her general state of peripheral clumsiness and mild incompetence.

Her abilities in arithmancy, alchemy and magical scribing was invaluable, but her general abilities as a proper mage was simply above average and thus, lacking in Andrea's eyes. She didn't need an academic, but a proper apprentice.

"Come my lovely Demonlord. You can attend to that magnificent phallus of yours later," she added, her voice of lighthearted amusement as she wore only her robe, tying it around her waist over her nude form as she gave him the tour of the three levels of the tower that made up her private sanctum.

"You arrived upon the top level of the tower, where my apprentices and I perform our experiments and circles, and well, your summoning. Some repairs maybe needed after your... intriging entrance... but since you have seen it, let me show you the second level which you are already on," Andrea explained as she made a sweeping gesture behind her. "My bedchambers which we are exiting." She then gestured to a closed door on the left. "My personal study and lab." She then pointed to the opposite door. "The bath chamber," she said with a knowing smile.

She moved into a circular hallway, with the rounded stairwells in the middle and the rooms and small hallways comprising the outer ring. She pointed out the other apprentices quarters, with their own studies, the main library, the laboratory where they could see Becka focusing completely on her potionmaking, a pantry and kitchen, a guest chamber, a few supply rooms, the small apothecary where both Andrea's shadow/sister and now Sana were heading to and then a pair of locked chambers. "This is where we have fun with the magical research," she said with a smile, obviously wanting to say more, but figuring that some people... or demons, weren't interested in magical research like she was.

Heading down up level, the Demonlord detected an immediate shift in the climate as well as something else. How could they be heading up a single level when in fact the summoning chamber was above them, and not this small room. Noting his discomfort at what he was probably assuming was trickery, Andrea quickly deflated that rumor. "Magic doors. Took a while to set up. Both staircases lead up... or down... it changes," she said, not feeling like explaining the intricacies of it now. "These three levels are all actually underground. I used to take the top three levels of the keep, but... dragons..." she said, twirling her finger in the air sighing as if dragons was on the same level of casual annoyance as bird dropping. "Underground is far more secure. Not easy to build a tunnel as to fly through a window."

With that explained they arrived at the top of the stairwell and found themselves in a small stone room, with a large door in front of them, and a small door off to the left and right. "The left door is the cavern where I keep my pets. I'll introduce you to them when you're both on your best behavior. The right door is where I keep my other pets... sorry I mean prison."

She turned to him, facing his chest before realizing she had to glance upwards to look him eye to eye. "Got a pair of drow in there. They were helpful in helping find you. Apparently they were intent on enslaving you and had a bit of history with some of your associated lackeys. I don't know... I'm sure you three can work it out later," she added nonchalantly.

Andrea then proceeded through the main doors, and opened them up. The Demonlord was no doubt mildly surprised by the voluptuous blue skinned humanoid with a bored look on her face sitting atop a pile of cushions on the far side of a garishly decorated chamber. Akradrag recognized the blue woman as some manner of desert dwelling magical creature. Some lesser efrit or djinn as they were called, but Andrea immediately explained who she was, as well as the reason for her presence.

"This is Haniya. She's a Jann. When we redesigned our keep," Andrea said, nodding respectfully to the Jann who lowered her head to the ground, tapping her forehead to the velvety carpeted floor. "...we managed to entreat the services of a true djinn to help us construct these underground chambers, as well as create the wards and protections of this level. This room and the rooms in the hallway behind me are the only ones on this level that are not specifically warded to keep out the riff raff if they come in through my keep. Beyond the door to my right is the last of the warded rooms."

"It is called the lava chamber. Self explanatory. Beyond that room, is the chamber of smoke. Preceding that is the chamber of radiance and before that, the chamber of ice. And before that... well is the stairwell to the rest of the keep. My apprentices, my shadow and myself all have the magical passcodes to bypass the threats physical and environmental contained in the four ward rooms. When the djinn was dimissed, it left Haniya, one of his slaves, here to act as a conduit of the wish he vowed to fulfill and it is her, that supervises the wards."

Haniya gawked at the Demonlord after rising from the floor, staring at him with a mixture of curiosity, revulsion and simple bafflement. Andrea meanwhile, sensing possible tension, spoke a few words in a strange human tongue to the Jann, who immediately bowed her head low again, diverting her eyes from the two of them. Andrea then glanced up at Akradrag. "I suppose you have not had much experience with Djinni... or vice versa," she said, pointing out the unspoken obvious.

"Come... let us return," she then said. "I must check upon my companions in the apothecary," Andrea then added, not wanting any tension to be generated here.

 

[LordLuck]

"I am... intrigued, my Lady."

Were Akradrag's words as he voraciously stared at the poor jann. The creature, exotic even to this Lord of the Lower Planes, had indeed caught his eye. Akradrag looked up and down Haniya with more than a little desire in the pitch-black depths of his eyes, for it was only natural for him to do it.

"You are accurate, my Love...", he spoke as if trying to explain himself, "...although I have done my fair share of bargains with Efreeti and some Maridi, I have never laid my eyes upon a Jann, nor a Dao. I admit I am not used to the Elemental Beings' presence.", speaking as if Haniya wasn't even in the room. After all, as a lesser planar being, the Archfiend would not allow himself to direct her the word as if their were equals. At least, for now.

Akradrag allowed the Sorceress room in order to go back, satisfied to only watch how did she wriggled her ass while walking before him, noticing some cleverly disguised limps in her walk. He grinned at the though of what could that be...

"I suppose I am also... forbidden... to touch the Jann." , he stated more than asked, hoping to get a retort that would allow him to possess the poor genie as well. He licked his lips in antecipation, sniffing Haniya's concern over the air as they've left the room. "And I am impressed. To consort with a Djinn, my Lady. I am surprised... tell me... have you shared your alcove with him as well?", the Demonlord asked, more of curiosity than outright jealousy.

He did not voice it already, but Akradrag had one idea about the mentioned drow. Drow. The subterranean elves, creatures of both shadow and deceit. Enslave him? A powerful general of the Abyss, a champion of Chaos during the endless Blood War? How could it be? The mere thought disgusted him with both fury and hatred.

 

[Neysha]

"I most certainly did not," Andrea replied as they returned up to the main level. "I had neither the wish nor desire to," she added with a mild pun, as Akradrag admired her sashaying hips, and trying to hide the obvious soreness from her sex as she tried to not limp under her loose fitting robes.

Ironic perhaps that she was approaching the apothecary and peeked inside, seeing only her shadow, her sweet sister, was laying... face down on one of the beds there. She was completely exposed from her hips and below, a healing salve having been applied to her posterior and a look of utter ice on her face, just like before. She must've been in pain, but she didn't show an inkling once again, instead she browsed through some fighting manual when her dark eyes looked up at both her sister and the Demonlord towering behind her.

Akradrag noticed that Kalia didn't even offer a hint of emotion as she viewed the Demonlord again, encountering him for the first time since he ravaged and brutally sodomized her. "My lady..." Kalia said evenly.

Andrea felt a smile naturally come to her before she turned to the Demonlord. "Perhaps you would enjoy exploring the facilities on your own. Obviously, I'd prefer you remain within these three levels. It would please me that you not indulge in rampaging beyond these walls. I would find it understandably displeasing," she added, hoping he wouldn't want to accompany her as she conversed with her sister in what she hoped was to be a private conversation.

 

[LordLuck]

"Of course.", he smiled into his fiendish features. "I would not wreak havoc on my own Consort's lands. After all, they are mine as well... and I would only wish them to prosper.", he spoke with his deep voice, nodding in acknowledge to Andrea.

Of course she would not lay with the Djinn. They were 'noble', after all. Stepping closer to Kalia, Akradrag stared down at her abused, sore and gaping asshole, grinnin at his foul work. He touched her ass, tip-tapping his finger's long, black nails over her butt's flesh, sure that would get her attention.

"Good Kalia... I am happy to see your recovery...", he spoke with some uncovered mockery into his tone. She had already paid the price, but once again she had not dignified herself into directing her words of greeting to him as well. "Should I remind you of why are you here, in this position?", he took his nails to circle her rim for some moments, feeling her shivers as he touched her sore, red flesh. Slowly, he gave them his back, and walked away, allowing Andrea and Kalia their privacy.

Without a word, he walked around the level, finding himself always drawn towards the Laboratory where Becka worked, mindless of his stares at her backside. It was irresistable. At first, he walked away, but always found himself walking towards the Laboratory. Giving into his instincts, he slowly entered the room where Becka worked... and closed the door behind himself.

 

[Neysha]

In the apothecary, Andrea waited for the Demonlord to finishing his taunting of her stubborn sister, not speaking until he was well out of earshot and no doubt up to some other manner of fiendishness.

"I apologize for what transpired," Andrea stated softly, knowing that raw emotion wasn't something that affected her sister too much. They both knew in their hearts how strong their sibling bond was.

"Apology accepted," Kalia replied simply. "I will recover, nothing is permanent and so you may dismiss it from your concerns," she continued, before nuzzling her forehead against her forearm as she continued to lay down.

Andrea frowned a bit, opening up to her taciturn sister more then anyone else with her emotions. She knew Kalia was good at keeping her emotions subdued, and this was simply another example. "If you wish, I can broach the subject that my sister is off limits to his amorous advances."

"Do no such thing sister," Kalia replied without any hesitation. "I will endure whatever torments he wishes to wage upon me, as long as I remain whole," she said before looking up at her sister, squarely in the eye. "I know the game we are playing. We started off as felons on the street, and now we are masters of this domain. Soon we will return in triumph to our homeland. All greatness requires sacrifice sister, even if it is of your loved ones. My only goal is that I be able to fully bask in the greatness when you achieve what is rightfully yours. Do not let my suffering dissuade you from the goal."

Andrea nodded. "It sounds strange, but sometimes I feel you are my compass sister," she said, as she found her hand gripping her sisters tightly as the conversation continued.

This time Kalia offered a grim, thin smile. "Enjoy your time with your new lover sister. Drink up the pleasure of his company."

Andrea smiled back. "I most certainly will sister."

 

[LordLuck]

His movements were so agile, so nimble, that the door closed without a noise, it's metal lock simply spinning silently into place. His huge form easily walking under it and, now, he found it simply outstanding that his Consort's apprentice had not even noticed the slight change on the ambient smell, as the strong sulfur scent accompanied Lord Akradrag everywhere.

The young woman stood quite focused by her current activities, completely taken by deciphering a long-forgotten recipe for some kind of potion that he could not start to guess from the door. Becka mumbled absorted into her own thoughts, maybe guessing what the burnt part of the old codex she had under her hands would be. She was standing, her back towards the Archfiend, a simple wand on her fingers as she traced the components she was confident about.

"Mandrake's Roots... Bone Powder... Mmmmhh.... Ooze? It should be some kind of catalyst..."

The Laboratory was a rather large room. The book she had was probably one ancient artefact from a long-forgotten civilization, acquired by the Sorceress in order to expand her own magickal powers. Of course that, as an apprentice, it was Becka's duty to analise and relay useful information before Andrea had the chance to take the codex in her own hands.

There were many tables in the Laboratory, filled with wizardry paraphernalia like mortars, alambics, alchemical instruments, diverse and multiple tools, assorted books with simple yet useful recipes, many small braziers for spell-made fire, a large mirror, and over Becka's table, many assorted ingredients and a couple of potions', their bottles green as if some kind of powerful acid remained within.

"But... but it can't be... it shouldn't be... how could it possibly work like that?"

Probably another Witch's Cookbook, for Akradrag could feel it's inherent magical power, fainstest remains from a powerful, ancient enchantment. As she read it once and over again, however, Becka ignored that her back was arching as she stood reading it, her hips at her side as if she was displaying them towards some unseen crowd. A sight that had first attracted the Demonlord's eye, and now enjoyed his complete attention - his gaze digging into her purple robes, her long, dyed hair running free over her shoulders.

Slowly did Lord Akradrag approach, until he stood less than a meter distance from her behind. He stood quiet, amused, hoping she would finally awake from her studious trance and notice his presence. Grinning, he watched from her ass towards the ancient texts that she held carefully. Soon enough she would perceive the almost-intolerable stench of sulphur exhalating from Akradrag.

 

[Neysha]

Becka suddenly looked up from her workbench, taking in the sharp, unmistakable scent of sulphur in the air, as her pale face seemed to whiten even more as she immediately realized what, or who, had entered the room. Gulping audibly, her hands started to tremble across the tabletop, her breathing slowed to the point that she could hear herself gasp, and then heard the slow rumbling of the Demonlord creeping up behind her, and his shadow drawing over her own body.

An involuntary shiver reverberated through her body, noticable even through her robes as she didn't bother glancing over her shoulder, knowing full well who was behind her and what was on his mind.

She frowned unseen before finally addressing his silent appearance, knowing that if he desired to find a pretext or excuse for ravaging her, that he would find one. "How can I be of service to my Lordship?" Becka asked in a dutiful and soft voice, trying to steel her trembling body for what was about to be forced upon her.

 

[LordLuck]

Grinning, Akradrag approached becka uttering a low, animalistic growl of amusement. So she had come to notice his presence, after all. And her wording! She could not be so foolish as to fall into that pit unless if willlingly surrendering herself to his desires! She was an excellent potionmaker, one completely dedicated to her studies, or so it seemed. Unless... unless she had been guessing at why had he come to her.

Not a bad guess.

The towering Fiend laid both his powerful hands over Becka's shoulders, approaching her beyond what would have her feeling less-than-confortable. Akradrag protuded his hips forward in order to have his groin pressing against her backside. Truly, the Demonlord had not considered Becka an eligible mate with wich to lay besides merely toying with her, but now he could feel that she was quite... interesting. Her robes concealed most of her beauty, as at the touch Akradrag found out that the flame-coloured apprentice to his Consort had quite a generous, large backside.

"Ah, good, young Becka...", the words echoed into the Laboratory, his voice both amused and mocking, "... there are many ways that you could serve... and service me.", he added with a little hump against her backside. His demonhood already found itself stiffening.

The Beast lowered his face at Becka's ear, and whispered words of both desire and hunger for power, his long, thin, forked tongue sliding out of his lips in order to caress at her earlobe, wrapping itself around her feature and wriggling against it. His claws started to work a powerful, soothing massage over her shoulders.

"I am here to have you... to offer you... my own Mastery of the Arcane. Your Mistress is... less than satisfied with your progress. She says, that although clever and capable you are... less than confident.", he lowered his right hand in order to touch her rump, analizing her ass as he caressed her thigh. "Should I infuse you with some of my own demonic energies... I am sure that such... measure, and my constant... overseeing... would have you even more powerful and, certainly, please my Beloved Sorceress..."

 

[Neysha]

At first, glancing over her shoulder, Becka just gave a half smile, and raised her eyebrow at his not so voluntary proposal, before realizing he still had the option of rending her limb from limb. Realizing this fact early on, she turned it into a full smile and tried not to be reluctant about what she assumed was him using fancy words to cover the fact that he was going to force himself upon her.

He thrust his hips against her hips again, a gentle push but enough that her tight, round butt bounced forward in response. She tried to not tremble too much from his amorous advances as she felt his finely clawed fingertip dragging up her robes, probing up her pale legs, causing her to involuntarily twitch and tremble from his surprisingly light and deceptively tantalizing touch.

And not only was her body trembling, but steadily the ratio went from fear to pleasure, as she found her lips trembling as well, as she bit her lower lip, her fingers dragging slightly across the stone countertop. Then finally, he managed to draw out the plaintive whimper from her lips as a single fingertip drew across the lower line of one of her plump asscheeks.

Finally, he relented enough, allowing the obviously inexperienced and deathly nervous apprentice a brief chance to recover, and perhaps even respond if she was quick enough. "What... did you... want me to do to... please you my Lord?" she finally asked in an unsteady voice.

 

[LordLuck]

"Why, my dear...", Akradrag was sure that Becka had not forgotten about his earlier, furious reception of the Sorceress message when she had delivered it. Perhaps his kind, seductive voice was not working as it should... or perhaps it was. "I simply want you to relax... and enjoy my caresses. For trust me... I shall certainly enjoy it."

Bumping his groin against her backside once again, the Archfiend slowly forced Becka's chest against the stone counter, the pressure of his claws against her back sending her to lie slowly against the marble surface. Akradrag could feel her shivers, her body trying to keep itself from trembling at his grip. She was trying not to break down in terror? Or was she rather... compliant to his advances?

"Becka... I see it now that you are also a beautiful woman...", his claws started to massage at her back, slowly descending from her shoulders towards her rump, and them against her fine, round ass. "My Beloved Sorceress' has chosen you based on your capabilities, and your... previous manners towards me blinded my sight with rage... keeping me from laying my gaze upon your sensual form."

His words were meant to ease the apprentice, that most surely knew that there was no way back. Akradrag would not relent, and the Demonlord would have her - body, and soul - should he wish for it. However, after the fiasco with Sana, Akradrag wished to have Becka as amorous towards him as Andrea herself had been.

He noticed, however, that Becka's hand slowly started to trail towards one of the greenish bootles...

 

[Neysha]

For all intents and purposes, Becka knew she was pinned against the counter, and only had one chance now to seize the greenish concoction within her reach. But as she tried to be subtle about reaching her arm out to the mixture, she realized there was no way he could've missed her right arm stretching outward. But she could only hope that he wouldn't interfere, or find the gesture threatening.

The fact that her whimpers were becoming softer, and longer, and deeper, no doubt helped with that impression. But it wasn't her intent, she found she couldn't help herself, as she felt the powerful Demonlord tower over her small five foot two frame, as he pressed against her, she felt her body almost forced to bend over the cold stone countertop, her firm, round breasts, looking all the larger on her small frame, pressed against the cold surface of the counter.

She could feel something else on her legs, her robes being dragged upward, baring her pale legs and ass to the cool air of the lab, and the warm, leathery and firm flesh of the Demonlord himself as he gently pressed his body against her with a disarming intent.

Becka realized she was enjoying this. That maybe she didn't need to use the vial she was reaching for after all, but there was no way she could be sure.

With a final effort she wrapped her fingers around the greenish concoction as the Demonlord simply stared, unflinching at any possible harm. But the vial wasn’t destined for him, but instead she pulled it into her mouth and with a single twist of her wrist, she emptied the vial down her throat and followed it up with a grunt, followed by her fingers gripping the countertop a bit more firmly.

Almost immediately, the Demonlord sensed a change in the apprentice. She was still trembling, but more assuredly not out of fear. “Apologies my Lord...” she said dryly, still internalizing the contents of the potion. “I get clumsy when I get nervous and I did not wish to displease you... again so I brewed that when you... were going to.... when I was going to serve you my Lord,” she said, the fear in her voice replaced by a different, yet similar, tone of respect and deference to his obvious power in this situation. “Please forgive me my impetousness my Lord,” she added, wondering if her gambit with the potion of courage would please him at the amount of forethought she had, or displease him at taking away from his intended ravaging.

 

[LordLuck]

"I am sure you would not be foolish enough to displease me willingly...", Lord Akradrag giggled as he was lifting Becka's robes. His eyes found themselves glittering in desire as her white legs were uncovered, as if a pleasant surprise had been offered him. Ah, he would have so much fun with those legs... "I forgive you, my young whelp, for how could I not?"

His voice sounded both amused and cautious, as if he was still calculating on his offense. He would have to go... slower on Becka. After all, Andrea needed her entourage of helpers not to be found running into her needed errands herself. He would ravish Becka, yes, but would try not to have her too mangled after all. Strangely, Lord Akradrag started to feel more... attracted to the poor apprentice under his shadow... so much more than when he had first noticed her fearful form.

"I am now responsible for you as well, my sweet... delicious Becka...", he added with one audible slap over her backside, "I am both your Master and, as such, your Protector, am I not?" His claws had now completely uncovered her bottom, throwing her robes' skirts over her back, and lowering his hot, leathery torso over her back, so he could now sniff on her hair and blanket ber body with his.

"I sincerely hope that potion was meant to have you... enjoying this encounter of ours. After all... they will be frequent from now on.", he said as his hands now kneaded and caressed at the apprentice's backside.

 

[Neysha]

Becka's fingers slowly curled against the stone countertop, as she felt the Demonlords powerful clawed hands, so easily capable of rending her limb from limb, instead being turned to gently massage and stroke her bare backside, as the folds of her robes were thrown up and over her shoulders. Her entire pale white backside, from foot to the back of her neck was revealed to him in all of its smooth, milky white beauty.

As his claws graced across her smooth, soft skin, he felt and saw her body shiver from his tender touch, her buttcheeks even quivering from his advances. At the same moment a long, low exhalation of breath escaped her lips as she finally moved her hands down, to the sash of her robe and with a gesture, it slipped from her body, revealing her delicious five foot two frame for him, bare and exposed now from her pretty deep red head down to her small feet and all of the petite and pale curves between.

"I want to enjoy this encounter my Lord, it's just I was so afraid of you and now... I'm not," she said, the potion taking its effect and so far, done so in a positive way. The fearlessness was allowing her to feel the true and full arousal and pleasure he could give her, and not be afraid of the pain or consequences mating with the powerful Demonlord that normally would fill her mind, and like before, almost paralyze her body with terror.

Now... she was trembling out of arousal, not fear.

 

[LordLuck]

A growl escaped the Beast's lips, a mix of displeasure and amusement into his tone. Lowering his lips against Becka's neck and shoulders, Lord Akradrag laid kisses against her soft, white skin - kisses that boiled her sensations as he crossed her soft features with his long, forked tongue.

"But you should fear me, young Becka... for I am a Lord of the Endless Void, a Master of the Abyss, a creature whose power would have you basking amazed and whose dread would have you begging for your meager soul." His words were both blunt and carried such threat and promise within them that he considered if it had not been too much for the scared, little woman to take. She would bask before his glorious demonhood soon enough, he had decided - should she try to escape of submit willingly.

"But rest assured...", he took his claw to hold tightly against Becka's butt cheeks, feeling how she trembled and how she shivered against his touch - feeling how cold was her skin and how boiling hot had it become through his touch. "...you SHALL enjoy our meetings, my apprentice. Listen well to my words of power, and submit yourself to them. And I shall possess you..."

Akradrag dismissed his loincloth once more, laying his hardening, large demonhood against her backside - sliding it between her crevice and against her back, allowing her time to compute his size and admire his girth - as only a vain Archfiend could.

 

[Neysha]

She was boiling with desire now, suddenly feeling and fully well knowing just exactly what was snaking up her backside. The Demonlords curved member slid over the top edge of the crevice of her plump ass before sliding upward over her smooth, cool backside, her back arching against the curvature of his massive cock as she felt the heat radiating from his shaft, searing into her skin subtly from ass to between her shoulderblades.

Closing her eyes, she could imagine and conceptualize just how massive he was. When he took her, he would conquer her body, forcing her to submit to him physically as well as mentally. There would be pleasure, and pain, both in indescribable amounts. Without the potion of courage, she would be quivering and mewling in fear, as opposed to boldly desiring to take his cock and find her thresholds of pain and pleasure and surpass them.

As the tip of his dark red domed glans brushed through her almost matching dyed red hair, she shuddered again at the mere thought that this member would soon be buried in her, filling her pussy, battering her womb, shifting the very insides of her body. Impaling her.

She knew in the back of her mind he could easily impale her, literally pummel her to an early and brutally perverse death with his cocksmanship. But it was a risk she had to, she was forced, to take.

A fearful Becka wouldn't know how to alleviate the risk, but she was able to figure out how. She wouldn't be fearful, but receptive, and respectful. A burst of courage filled her as he glided his cock up and down her entire backside, almost as if using her body as the tool of his masturbatory pleasure, building up his superhuman lust as he hungrily watched just how powerful and dominating his cock was contrasted with her pale skin and bright red hair.

Then, unexpectedly, she turned around.

Her boldness in removing his current pleasure might've been punished, but Becka proved she was a good student as she completed her initiative with an excellent followup. Before he could drink in the beauty of her glistening small pussy wedged between her trembling white legs, or the shallow curves of her soft belly, the small, firm breasts topped by bright reddish pink nipples that looked even larger on her small framed body, or the locks of red hair framing her small full lips, and big hazel eyes which darted up at him.

She flashed him a half smile, almost a smirk, like she was an innocent student flirting with her instructor as suddenly she wrapped her legs around the shaft of his curved cock, embracing his manhood like it was an actual person. And her eyes, they were fixed on his fiery orbs as she lowered her lips down and kissed the slit of his cockhead, her chin pressing against the underside of his domed cockhead, her tongue peeking out of her flesh toned lips, and pressing her mouth against the slit of his manhood.

His shaft pressed against the frontside of his body, his large testicles bouncing softly against her lean, shapely thighs, his shaft pressing down against her cool soft skin, rising between her pert breasts, as she started to deeply kiss his cockhead with as much amatuerish passion as she could muster, trying to think of his cock as the the boys she used to make out with back in the academy before her apprenticeship.

She could only hope her instincts were serving her better now then they did on those adolescent romances.

 

[LordLuck]

And most surely they were. Akradrag giggled a bestial growl as he stood quiet, finally watching over Becka take the initiative in a way he never thought she would. After all, she had always acted so shy and scared that he could never imagine her growing so bold as to change her position of compliance to one that she could actually feel herself not as being solely used, but as sharing the pleasure he would bestow upon her petite form.

Taken by the surprise, the Archfiend allowed Becka a growl of pleasure of his, feeling her amateursih and incapable handling of his erection turned out to be from eagerness rather than dreadful touching. She had taken herself to lick upon his slit herself, not having being 'forced' to do it - and that alone pleased the Demonlord. He took his claws to her hips, and slowly slid his member down her whole body, readying himself for the culminant piece of their mating... and whispering the arcane words that would infuse her his power.

"Tell me, then, Becka... who are you." It was a demand rather than a question. Akradrag loved to hear from his mates their stories, even if during their mating. It helped him to comprehend his mounts rather than simply ravishing them. "How have you come to be my Consort's apprentice? And a favoured one, I see... tell me of your couplings.... of your desires... of your expectations. Surrender yourself to me... Allow me to be your closest, most intimate acquaintance... just as the Sorceress should be."

His caresses against her hips, his rubbing against her tummy... his greasy member leaving her soft, unmarred skin sticky after his passing. Akradrag had Becka's legs around his own waist, as he was finally growing hard and ready enough to ravish her, positioning himself slowly before her, allowing her to watch the full majesty of his form.

 

[Neysha]

Becka wasn't sure what to make of his question, and was immediately wary of what, if anything, that might've been motivating his last question. Despite the obvious arousal she was feeling, his question just seemed too conveniently dropped into the situation in her mind.

Still, she was idly stroking his cock, even as it was dragged down her nude body, leaving a greasy smear across her skin. Plus, she realized he wasn't asking her, despite it being a question. It was a demand.

"Ummm..." she started to say, still stroking his cock as her harried mind tried to think of what to tell him. "I'm uhhh from a wealthy family. They own a lot of land... and ummm I have a big family with three sisters and two brothers. I'm the second youngest. I had a uhhh," she started to say, still feeling awkward about the conversation. "..magical aptitude so I went to a proper academy in Starmantle," she added, one of her hands absently sliding over the head of his cock, her soft fingertips kneading circles into the softer glans of his domed cockhead as she kept talking and trying not to ramble. "And after some time there I uhhh," she said with a smirk. "I came to be here and her apprentice," she said, realizing her story wasn't terribly interesting, or compelling and while she didn't show fear, she still had a healthy helping of pragmatism and common sense, mostly focused on not wanting to get rended limb from limb.