Mistakes & Mayhem {Closed for LordLuck}

[Cherribo]

Callie was storming around her home, her long, blue hair casting tendril-like shadows on the stone walls as she circled the large fire in the main room. Above it was the large cauldron she used primarily for experimenting new spells and concoctions. Quite the cliche but in all the years of concentrating on spellcasting, she found that there was some truth in that cauldrons were the best option for large amounts of various ingredients.

Although it seemed Callie had been an Sorceress all her life, she has only dedicated herself to the art around ten years ago. A naive eighteen year old on the cusp of getting married in an arranged event; he had raped her the night before and had left her mind reeling at the dark future ahead of her. However, she also knew her life would not be worth living if she continued living in her little village after rejecting a marriage. After her future husband fell asleep, not bothering even to clean up his spilled seed from what would of been their marital bed, she had left hastily, not even packing many clothes, not saying goodbye.

Now twenty-eight, she had lived alone, delving into the magical arts and closing her eyes to the outside world. Only meeting with other spellcasters occasionally, she had no real friends, only partners in which she'd trade secrets and ideas with once every few months. Weirdly, Callie preferred this lonely life, which was a striking difference to the one she had led before eighteen. Funny how life changed you.

Tonight was an important one, however. After purchasing a few books from another Sorceress she had met with mere weeks ago, she had finally come across something worth her time in the dusty pages. A challenge. To summon a demon to serve her, and be company. Why not? The spell promised the summoned demon would be even able to speak her language, and would be obedient to her every word. She had been preparing for tonight for days now, and finally she felt ready.

Closing her eyes and walking to the opposite side of the room, she double-checked everything. It was a complicated procedure and if anything went wrong...well. The book did not specify, but it warned the reader that anything could happen. Callie had a sense of fear at reading the dire warning, but had shrugged it away. It was time to challenge her magical abilities.

A mere hour later and Callie finished off the five incantations needed. Wiping her brow - she had been sweating with concentration - she watched at the cauldron belched and boiled rapidly, a thick purple vapour filling the room.

 

[LordLuck]

The clouds of purple vapours started to get ever darker and more thicker as she mumbled the last of incantations. There was a sudden flash of light, the echo of a thunder and even more smoke.

A creature, shrouded in a deep courtain of smoke and shadow, stood now just before the cauldron, the glittering runes wretched upon it and enchantments of binding distorting themselves as the powerful entity imposed his presence over them. They held, but almost barely. The massive beast could feel their sting as the powerful binding spells did their work to compel him to stay upon this plane of existence. His hooved feet stomped the ground, leaving their form imprinted in ash and burnt stone.

Stretching his wings and arms fully, he positioned himself as an spider before a predator, willing to look bigger and more threatening. With a deep, unearthly bellow, he cried in defiance before the large chamber. It was an imposing figure. His hooved legs like that of a bull impatiently rasped the stone floor. His torso was big and massive, furred from his groin to his chest, a black, deturped fur. Under his furred groin, one could notice his large balls, barely concealed by the thick fur. His arms were large, his shoulders broad. His features were concealed by the smoke a blacker than black darkness, except for his fiery red eyes. A pair pitch-black horns stood proudly over his head, his bat-like wings drapping behind himself.

He sniffed the air. She who had called him was here.

"Who dared to call upon me?", his voice a distortion of reality as his own presence in the room.

Then, he saw it. A woman. A twisted smile came to his lips.

 

[Cherribo]

Callie stood back, her eyes widening as she realised what had appeared from the realms beyond. What she had called. A giant of a beast, that could snap her in two with a blink. She forced back her fear and stood up confidently, her eyes flashing with what she hoped looked like dominance.

"I, Calliandria, have called you to this reality." she said in a commanding tone, her pale skin shining in the dark smoke that still swirled around the basement that lay under her rural house. "I have brought you here to serve me. You will do my bidding."

She thought about moving to show her lack of fear, but her arms seemed glued to her sides, like a small animal cornered. Her dark-green dress was still swaying from the strong wind that had swirled around the creature when he had been summoned, twisting around her legs. She gulped and awaited the creature's reply.

 

[LordLuck]

"Why should I?"

"I should tear you limb from limb for summoning me, Witch. For I, Lord Akradrag, am far more powerful than your petty mewlings with magic."

He said, his fanged face grinning down mischievously toward Calliandria. The creature was just before her, stretching it's wings around it's back. The fumes that poured from the cauldron also exhalating from the Demonlord himself.

"Why should I? What do you come to offer me? Why should I not gnaw on your bones, naive woman? Why should I not drink your blood?"

 

[Cherribo]

Her face fell. What? This was not right. This demon was not in her power, she had done something wrong. It took all her strength not to scurry back to the book on the desk behind her and scrutinise the instructions, see what her mistake was. She could do that later...

...if she survived, that is.

"I-I...I do not know." she replied honestly, cursing the stutter in her voice, her fear obvious. "I do not have much. But I do not wish to die, either."

 

[LordLuck]

"I was called to keep your company, Sorceress..."

His red eyes glittered, a depraved plan forming into Akradrag's mind. He looked upisde down over the woman, analising her body, revelling at the wicked scent of her fear and confusion. She knew she had screwed it up. Good.

"...and I am intend on doing just that."

The beast crouched, taking her leg with one powerful claw, his long fingers hot against her skin - and he pulled her down. Calliandria fell against the ground, both a simple rug and the thick smoke preventing her harm, and dragged about to near the Demon.

 

[Cherribo]

With a small sound of surprise she fell to the floor easily, and she did not time to even make a sound as he quickly dragged her to lie in front of him. She tried to get up, propping herself against the thin rug with her elbows - but his eyes glowered and she cowered.

"What do you mean?!" she finally spluttered out. "I..if you want to leave, I can send you away..don't feel like you have to stay.."

 

[LordLuck]

"I do not. I can depart at my own capricious will. However..."

He said, grinning all the while. Crouching over Calli, he rolled her on the foor under him, and lifted her backside up, arching her back in the process. His powerfull hands lifted up her skirts, and pinned her down to the ground.

"...I am making you pay for your audacity."

 

[Cherribo]

"What?! No...no!" she said, trying to push his montrous hands away from her body. He gripped her hips hard and she fell to the floor, her head inches from it as he arched her back effortlessly. She felt the skirts of her dress be moved to drape over her back and down her hips, leaving herself only her skimpy undergarments to protect her from a being so much stronger than herself. She did not think she had much of a chance.

"Please..please! I'll do anything, not this!" she said, panicking. Her mind flashed back to the pre-wedding night; the darkness, the pain of her virginity being taken from her, the sobbing and wailing and his pants of pleasure, with a final groan of smug satisfaction. That night had changed her, and she did not want to be changed again!

 

[LordLuck]

Akradrag knelt behind Calliandria's limp body, using his powerful hands to have her prepared, as if she had really offered her backside compliantly and satisfied to hear for his calls. He slowly bend himself over her, both his arms by her sides, and lowered his bestial visage to her shoulder.

"Consider yourself lucky, Calliandria.", he told her, his voice heavy and bass-pitched. "I know what you can offer me, and I shall be glad to reap it. Worry not. For I shall respect your Summons. I shall keep your company."

 

[Cherribo]

She shuddered, felt his grasp on her, his rough, hot skin against hers. He moved closer to her, his words surrounding her like a metaphorical cage. As he lowered himself closer to her trembling body, she lashed out, her hand rebounding off his demonic face.

"No! This is not meant to happen!" she said, getting up, grabbing the book and getting up the basement stairs as fast as she could. She nearly tripped on her long dress, so neatly ripped it at the front so there was no way it could happen. Once she reached the upstairs, she slammed the basement door closed and locked it. That demon could stay down there whilst she figured out how to solve this mess..

 

[LordLuck]

He laughted in his thunderous voice as he started to follow Calli. The door was just another miserable piece of work - in every way comparable to the skills of this petty sorceress that called upon him. Akradrag bashed the door to splinters as he followed the woman up, forcing himself around the small frame of the door. It was not confortable, but it was into a sneer of pleasure that he caught the woman's leg.

"Leaving so early, lover?", he mocked her, "Come quietly, now, and I shall offer much in exchange of your company. Come!"

 

[Cherribo]

He was dragging her back in without much effort. With a little moan of frustration and fear she let herself be led back down, not struggling much in fear of breaking something. He lay her back down, his evil face curled into a sadistic grin.

"What do you want?" she asked him, her voice a quiet whimper. "I..I don't know what you want!"

 

[LordLuck]

"Then listen well.", he said with finality.

Akradrag laid the woman over the floor, crawling his huge for over hers again. This time, however, she was facing up, and he pinned her down by literally sitting over her long legs. If she tried to struggle, it would be too easy to reach for her neck and snap the life out of her.

"I offer you the deal of a lifetime, Calliandria."

"I offer you my company. I vow to be your Consort - in every meaning of that word. I shall be your lover, shall infuse you with my power. Should you accept... to mate me. To be my consort. To sate my every whim and wish. Otherwise...", one of his claws griped at her throat, menacing to tighten it's touch.

 

[Cherribo]

Her eyes widened. She knew her powers were weak, and untrained. But what he was offering could change all that. Demonic powers, stronger than anyone..maybe on all this earth. To be able to control it and more. And for what, a few whims? Maybe he wanted her to fetch him things. Who cared. Suddenly all her fear disappeared at her dark hunger for strength, for dominance over all who had shamed her.

"Fine." she said coldly. "Shall I find you a mate?"

No, she hadn't really caught on...yet.

 

[LordLuck]

Again, Akradrag laugthed in mockery. This one was slow. Even for her kind. Most of his matings with humans had started with a luscious, overly proud and confident enchantress, to end with their screaming of pain and desire, while he devoured them. It would be... amusing, this time.

"I saw sow my seed and blessings over you, my child...", he said, one claw holding Calli against the floor, the other starting to rasp intrincate, magical runes against the floor with great practiced ease. "You are to be my mate."

He said, the lust on his eyes unconceivable.

 

[Cherribo]

She froze.

"M-me?!" she shrieked, pulling away from his grasp. "I...no..I can't, not with a Demon.."

Power still called for her, but was it worth her body in return? She looked into his eyes, full of lust and certainty. He was going to take her. That realisation hit her hard, and she cried out in despair at her situation.

"Fine! Once!" she replied, hoping somehow he'd agree to that. But she also knew..no...once would not be enough..

 

[LordLuck]

"As long as I feel like it, woman."

The Archfiend arose to his knees, his thick nails tracing the runes ever faster, finally ending a circle around them into less than a full minute. He laid both his hands at Calli's legs, teasingly, and lowered his bestial visage to lick at her bust with a long, red and snake-like tongue, so used to speak of evil.

"Now... If we are understood... get on your fours, woman."

 

[Cherribo]

His commands cut through her like a knife, reaching the depths of her heart, where she kept all the hurt from her past. She choked on her own retaliations. She didn't dare say anything when in such a vunerable, pathetic state.

Crawling over, she shakily bent herself on all fours, feeling like an animal. She bowed her head, her long hair pooling in beautiful strands around her face as she quivered underneath him.

 

[LordLuck]

The Demon took one of his hands over her back, and forced her to the ground fiercely, having her ass standing up alone, towards the beast. Akradrag revelled to see that his words had reached so far into the mind of Calliandria, and he drank upon her fear with gusto. Slowly, teasingly, he lifted her skirts once again, having her dress fall upon her chest, leaving her bare ass pointing upwards once he had disposed of her undergarments.

"Now, my dear, there's nothing to be afraid off...", he told her, lowering his face to whisper at her ear. "Offer yourself to me, Calliandria. Shake your butt. Wave your ass meaningfully. Make me desire you."

 

[Cherribo]

She squeezed her eyes shut. She had to perform for him like a mere pet at a fair. This Demon was truely one who knew had to make someone feel worthless. Feeling lesser than the ground she was being told to kneel on, she moved her ass from side to side, almost hearing his amusement and pleasure at seeing her obey his command.

 

[LordLuck]

Indeed, he laughted to see that she had indeed quietly complied. Most of the witches were proud and haughty - at least would complain when told to do it - however, this one was feeling so low as to do it without him forcing or teaching her how to.

At last aroused fully, Akradrag took out his erection from his furred groin, taking his monstrous lenght from it - at least a foot long and more than thick, the Demon Lord laid it at Calli's backside crevice, using his claws to spread her buttocks.

"Get ready and set, lover. This gonna hurt. A lot."

 

[Cherribo]

Just feeling him spread her made her eyes water with the pain she knew she had to endure. Flicking her long hair over her shoulder, she looked back at his face, watching what he was doing. His full erection was pressing against her now, his lips curving into a wicked grin as he slowly pushed forward, breaking into her, stretching her. She gasped aloud as she felt his girth; winced as he pushed her boundaries. Her body tensed and she whimpered as he did not stop, even seeming to enjoy that he was the first to use this particular hole; and the pain that would come with him using it just would add to the experience.

"Please..be gentle.." she mumbled, her voice quiet and pleading.

 

[LordLuck]

"Of course, my child."

Akradrag's voice sounded so unearthly kind and caring - for once. Instead of the mockery and arrogance, he was far more warm to Calliandria this time, as he lowered his frame in order to completely cover her. Slowly, he started to send the tip of his member into her backside, feeling her walls constrain and spread around his girth. Indeed, he revelled to be the first to have the honour of unpluging her little, back rose.

 

[Cherribo]

She cried out in pain; it stung, the harsh warmth of pain striking her all the way to her tailbone. She gripped at the worn material of the rug, her palms sweating already as she imagined this Demon splitting her...no way, she was too small, he was too big for her! She tensed and the pain increased...whimpering as he continued regardless, she forced herself to relax, taking as much as she could.

Never had she felt so helpless. She couldn't move, his hands on either side of her. How had this situation turned so quickly? Callie could of sworn she would be never touched again, and now it seemed those decisions were far out of her control. As pain flashed through her body again as he moved more inside her, all those thoughts became impossible to continue as all she could do was stop crying out against her will.