Damien, recently having increased his power by killing a rival demon commander, has taken as a prize Lillith, a succubus long imprisoned by his rival
Damien pulls Lillith through the door to his bedroom, then tosses her onto the bed. He smiles as she bounces on the lavish mattress, then shuts the door tight. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together, Lillith." The lavishly appointed room is bathed in the dim light of a single candle, casting their shadows across the walls.
Lillith giggles and arches her back, pushing her breasts up toward Damien as he approaches the bed. "I'm sure we will," she purrs, her voice laced with desire. "I'm eager to learn everything you can teach me, and recover all my lost skills and power. You will never regret setting me free." She reaches out to touch him as he gets close, running her fingers over the hard length of his erection within his pants.
Damien growls, unable to contain himself any longer. He quickly strips himself of his clothes, dropping them to the floor, while she slips her panties down her long, shapely legs and off. The moment she does, Damien pushes her legs apart, positioning himself at her entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside her to the hilt, their bodies meeting in a union both forceful and complete. Their hips immediately begin to move in perfect synchronicity, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through them. Lillith wraps her legs around him, her tail wiggling beneath her as it caresses Damien’s thighs. He leans in, continuing his long, strong strokes, touching his horns to hers.
"You have so much potential, Lillith," he whispers, his breath hot. "I want to help you unlock it all." She gasps as he picks up the pace, his movements growing more intense with each passing moment. She begins to squeeze his member within her, timing the motions with his rhythmic thrusts.
As their passion reaches its peak, Damien reaches down to tease her sensitive clit, and the contact of his calloused digit on her sensitive flesh sends her over the edge. Her body convulses beneath him, her cries of pleasure filling the room. Finally, with a roar, he follows her over the edge, his release pouring into her as his balls empty. Before long it begins leaking out as she fills to the brim, dripping down to her asshole before pooling on the bed.
They collapse together, spent and satisfied. Damien rolls off her, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. "So, you’ve been…away…for quite a while, Lillith. What things do you want to know?" he asks, a satiated smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I'm here to teach you whatever you want."
“I…It's been so long I'm not even sure where to start. I suppose…now that I’m free, what I want most is to keep going. The past doesn’t interest me, and Hell…it feels confining. I want to know about the worlds beyond. See and do things I haven’t before.”
"I have a lot of experience in other worlds. Raids upon mortals are how I made my name when I was a lowly, newborn blood demon. Ask away."
Lillith blushes prettily, her green eyes sparkling with interest. "Really? Alright," she says, sitting up a little bit so she can look at him better. "So... what's it like in those other worlds?” She tilts her head to the side, considering him thoughtfully. "How do you get around from one world to another? What is it like to be a demon in those worlds? How do the mortals treat you there?" She bites her bottom lip as she considers more questions, her enthusiasm carrying her away. Her gaze never wavers from his, and she leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her bent knees.
"And...," she adds with a mischievous grin, "what is it like to...you know, take someone from one of those other worlds, carnally? Are they that different from demons?" Her cheeks flush bright pink as she asks the last question, but she meets his eyes steadily, not looking away.
"Oh aren't you a curious one," Damien says chuckling. "I like that. There are many other worlds, and each one is different from both our Hell and each other. Some are vile and depraved, some are weak and easy to take from, some are decadent and rich beyond imagination. There are even some mortal worlds that can be dangerous. They all have their own pleasures to enjoy, though, depending on what you are looking for."
“Traveling to their worlds is costly in magic, unless you can get them to open the way, but that’s hard to do. Under the right circumstances it can be managed, of course. I’ve been gathering my resources for just such a jaunt. Most mortals are weak and terrified of nearly everything, and demons particularly. It is intoxicating. The few who fight can be interesting, though, as are those who would worship our power. Taking them to bed is a delight, but most mortals are fragile and are easy to wear out. They are like…fragile little pastries that must be carefully handled to enjoy the full experience, unless the desired experience is to see how well they smash, of course.”
Lillith listens intently, her emerald eyes continuing to sparkle with interest. "And how do you choose which worlds to visit?" she asks. "Do you have any favorites?" Her gaze flickers down to his chest, then back up to his face. She tilts her head to the side, considering him further. "And what is it like... to leave Hell? Is it always as hot as it feels here?" Her voice is husky, and she reaches out to trail her fingernail along his abdomen.
"Well, most demons in Hell's army don't get to choose where to visit. But now that I have been promoted to Commanding-Dominant, I can suggest places to go, and only high courtiers of Hell would or could gainsay me, assuming they’d even bother to check up. Places where we take rich rewards from mortals." Damien brushes the back of his hand softly across Lillith's cheek. "That is, if you truly decide you want to serve me. And no, not all worlds are hot. Some worlds are very cold, frozen solid. Or covered in water as far as the eye can see, and beyond. We could destroy an island village, then swim nude to wash off the blood, and then emerge and make love on the sand." He finishes his answer with a wicked grin, flashing his sharp fangs.
Lillith shivers delicately at the thought of being in a cold world, her eyes wide with curiosity. Then her tail swishes rapidly at his de***********ion of an island jaunt. "It sounds... fascinating," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "I would love to experience it with you, Damien." She leans in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest, her lips mere inches from his ear. "I want to please you," she whispers. "I want to be yours."
With that, she trails her tongue along the line of his jaw, then down his neck, before taking one of his nipples into her mouth and sucking gently. Her other hand slides down his body, taking his manhood in her hand, cupping him, stroking him, as she continues to tease his chest with her mouth.
Her body slides across the smooth bed sheets into his, pressing against him, as she begins to grind her pussy against his thigh. "All the possibilities…it's so exciting. I want to feel you inside me again," she moans, her voice thick with desire. "I want to feel your power." She looks up at him, her emerald eyes burning with need. "Take me again, Damien. Show me what it's like to be yours."
Her hands grasp his hips, pulling him atop her as she falls back, guiding him to her entrance. He acquiesces and she pushes up, welcoming him back inside her. She arches her back as she moves her hips, and her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she undulates against him as fast as she can, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Damien's fingers light in a small flame, a tiny measure of his demonic power, and he trails the fire lightly across her smooth blue skin, and traces the black tribal marks of her clan of succubi on her flanks and shoulders. His flaming touch sends waves of pleasure-pain through her, and she feels herself growing ever closer to climax.
"Show me," she whispers, her voice almost lost in the throes of passion. "I want you to show me everything."
His flaming fingers grab hold of her nipples, and she explodes. As she comes apart in his arms, her body wraps tightly around his, her climax causing her to convulse almost violently against him. Gurgled sounds of pleasure came unbidden from the depths of her throat at the suddenness of her cumming. He rides it out inside her, feeling her cuntwalls as they tighten on him like a fist. In the aftermath she collapses back on the bed, and Damien dropped down on top of Lillith. They slid together in a tangle of limbs and sweat-slick skin. For a moment, they lie there, panting and catching their breath.
He studies her face for a moment, taking in the flush in her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes. "I will. I will show you all there is, my little succubus," he whispers. "You shall learn everything beside me."
"I will teach you about the worlds we visit, and you will see things you have never seen before. We will kill and pillage. We will trick and claim mortals, taking their bodies in demonic orgies together, then take their riches and their souls. I will take you in every way on every world in every combination." As he speaks, Damien rubs his hand across her lower lips, wet and swollen from so much sex together, before sliding a finger inside her pussy and stirring Lillith up. A small grin crept across his lips as he reveled in the infinite responsiveness of her body. "But there are at least two more things you must do in bed before you are officially mine."
"Oh?" she asks, arching her back as he pushes a second finger inside her. "And what might those be?" She tilts her head, looking up at him with an eager smile. "Tell me, and I will do them without hesitation." Her body trembles with pleasure as he thrusts his fingers inside her. "I am yours to command, Damien."
Her hips buck and grind against his hand, meeting his rhythm, as she reaches down to grasp at his wrist. "I’ll do anything," she moans. "Just take me with you, wherever you go." She feels a thrill of excitement course through her at the thought of exploring the worlds beyond Hell with him. "I want to see everything there is, Damien."
The nails of her hand dig into his wrist, urging him on, as her body quakes with the force of her orgasm as Damien adds a third finger. She cries out his name, her voice filling the room as pleasure washes over her. "Tell me," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "I want to be yours."
"I will hold you to that. I will use you however I want, as I show you things you've never dreamed of. And, of course, you will get all the power and skill you’ve lost back, to use in my service as you rise again alongside me." Damien pulls his fingers slowly out of Lillith, his whole hand now practically dripping with her juices. "But once you are mine there is no going back. I will keep you forever. And enjoy every inch of you." Sliding forward again, he grabs her by the throat, and brings her face up to his. He licks her lips, then pulls back as she tries to lick him back. Then he pushes her head face down onto the bed, switching his grip to the back of her neck. “Every inch.” With his free hand he spanks her ass, now up in the air as her face is ground into the bed by the back of her neck. Damien shifts his position till he is on his knees behind her, and nudges the head of his slick cock at the puckered opening of her ass, demanding entrance as her tail waves in front of his face.
Lillith's eyes widen in anticipation as Damien moves forward, his cock pressing against her tight, winking entrance. She arches her back, pushing her hips back against him, eager for him. "Please," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. "Take it. Take my ass."
As he slides inside her, she lets out a long, shuddering moan, her body tensing around him. He's so big, she thinks to herself, he fills me up so perfectly. "Oh, Damien," she breathes out loud, her head rubbing against the sheets as he begins to thrust inside her, his cock stretching and claiming her ass.
Her hands reach back to spread her own ass, her nails digging into her skin as she meets his rhythm, riding him hard and fast. She moves her tail forward as far as she can, keeping it out of his way as it twitches in response to her ecstasy. Her hips buck and grind against him when he bottoms out, her body trembling with the force of her pleasure as his cock drives into the soft, hot flesh of her tender asshole. "I'm yours," she whispers, her voice tight with desire. "Take me. And take me wherever you go."
She feels the familiar tingle in her core, the building pressure that signifies her impending orgasm. She smiles deliriously; to indulge her body as a succubus once more after being denied so long, after hope had long abandoned her, was drowning her in ecstasy. More, she knew her powers would transmit that ecstasy to those around her, that her lover would have their own pleasure multiplied thereby. And for a demon clearly talented at war, Damien truly seemed capable of impressive feats of lust so far. "Damien," she cries out, her voice echoing through the room as her body quakes with release. Jolts of pleasure shoot from her ass to her clit, her nipples tingling as they rub on the sheets, just like her face as he continued to hold it down by the back of her neck, grip tight. It was so much…too much…"Oh, god... I love you..." The words tumble from her lips, unintentional and true.
She feels his body tense against hers, feels the warmth of his seed spilling deep inside her ass, filling her up with wet slippery heat. She squeezes her ass as much as she can, wanting to milk every spurt of cum. Then, as he comes to a stop, she lets out a soft moan and collapses forward. Her legs are splayed out to either side of him as she rests on her belly, her body tingling from their passionate encounter. But even as she catches her breath, she knows that there is no going back. She is Damien's now. If he asked, she would follow him wherever he went, even if it was back into the depths of Hell and beyond.
"Good girl. And what a naughty thing to use that word so soon, my succubus. You please me so, so much. One last thing, now that you are mine, and then we will begin our great adventures together." He slides off the foot of the bed, taking a moment to rub the full round ass and its now-dripping little hole fondly. Then he walks to the side to the side of the bed her head is facing until he is level with it. He cups her chin in his hand and smiles, again flashing his fangs. "Clean me with your tongue. Take my manhood in your mouth and suck and lick me clean of all our juices. Show me how much you love me and enjoy pleasing me."
Lillith's eyes widen with desire as she watches Damien's expression soften, his features twisted with pleasure. She slides towards him, her lips parting as she takes his thick shaft into her mouth, running her tongue along the length of him. She moans around him, her throat working as she sucks and licks, eager to please him and show him how much she enjoys being with him.
Her hands grip at his thighs, her nails digging scraping across the skin as she moves up and down his shaft, tasting their combined juices on her tongue. It was an act of submission, she knew; or maybe closer to a confirmation of submission. She looks up at him through her lashes, her eyes shining with desire. "I love you, Damien," she whispers around his cock. "I'll always be yours." It was a terrifying thing to say, even distorted as it was by his manhood in her mouth. But he was now her savior, and was giving her what she had never thought she would ever get again. So she spoke to him the fearful truth.
Her tongue swirls across the bottom of his cock, tracing the vein that runs along the length of it before she takes him back into her throat, sucking hard and moaning around him. Her body trembles with need, her own arousal threatening to overwhelm her as she feels the ever-present tug of succubus lust in her core. She knows that she will always be his, and that the thought of belonging to him, of pleasing him and making him happy, is the greatest gift she could ever receive. She can sense his pleasure with her power; her power then feeds him her pleasure, increasing his, which she then senses multiplied and cascades through her in a feedback loop of sensation. Her tail lashes against the bed sheets as if a needle tracing the waves of pleasure.
As she continues to worship him with her mouth, she can feel his hips begin to buck, his thrusts growing more urgent. She knows that he's close, his ever-productive, heavy testicles tightening. She reaches up and tickles them with her nails.
"Yes, keep going, swallow me, take me deep, accept my essence on your tongue and drink it down. Submit to my cock, love my prick!" His voice is deep, almost grunting as he gets close, insistent. He will tolerate no less.
Lillith moans around Damien's cock, her eyes closed as she focuses on the sensations of his thick shaft sliding over her tongue. She sucks harder, feeling the head of his prick press against her throat, and she lets out a small gasp as she takes him deeper. The nails of her left digging into his thighs leave little marks as she tries to hold on to him, while those of her right stroke his large, heavy ballsack as if imploring them to give up their load.
Then the moment comes, and her body trembles with need as she tastes him on her tongue, feeling the warmth of his seed spilling into her mouth in hot, thick bursts.. She savors the taste, musk and salt, wanting to remember it always. As he thrusts deeper into her throat, she begins to choke and gag, but she doesn't want to stop, doesn't want to disappoint him.
Finally, Damien's hips buck wildly, and he cries out in final relief, as his seed finishes spilling down her throat. She sucks and swallows, taking every bit, even as another of her own seemingly endless streams of orgasm washes over her, coursing through her body. Pulling off of him with a final, loving kiss on his cockhead, she collapses forward, her forehead resting on his thigh, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"I will always be yours, Damien," she whispers, her voice hoarse from their passionate encounter." She says it mostly to herself.
She looks up at him, her eyes shining with adoration, and knows that they will face whatever challenges Hell throws at them together. As much as she wishes to leave Hell, she can't imagine being anywhere else with anyone else.
Damien softly caresses Lillith's hair, then runs his fingers along her horns before grasping one and pulling her up to him until they are nose to nose. "You are an incredible little succubus. Unmatched. And I will keep you as mine forever." He bites her lip with his fangs, drawing blood, then licks it with a smile, gazing deep into her eyes, not letting go of her horn.
Lillith gasps, feeling a rush of possessiveness and desire flow through her at his words. She presses herself against him, fingers gripping his arms tightly as he bites her lip and sucks on the wound. "I will always be yours, Damien," she repeats in a whisper, her voice hoarse.
As he pulls away, she keeps her eyes on him. "I can’t wait to experience everything with you." She smiles, feeling a thrill of anticipation run through her at the thought of exploring the diverse pleasures that these other worlds might offer. “To be your companion in conquest. I will serve you faithfully, and we will make our mark on Hell together." Her words are filled with a fierce determination, a desire to prove her loyalty and worth to him.
She watches as he considers her, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement well up inside her. No matter what happens, she knows that she will always belong to him, and that thought alone is enough to make her feel invincible.
Damien stands up. He smiles at Lillith and nods. "You will. Kneel before me and I will put my mark on you. You will be by my side wherever I go as my closest companion. We will wander all the worlds, and all will fear us."
Lillith slides out of his bed before Damien, her heart pounding with anticipation. She looks up at him, eyes filled with devotion. She feels a rush of relief and excitement course through her. She leans forward, presenting herself to him, her breasts heaving with desire. "Take me as your possession and lead me through the worlds, Damien. Together, we will leave your mark on everything we touch." Her voice is soft and husky, filled with a seductive power that she knows few can resist.
She reaches up, her fingertips tracing the line of his jaw, guiding his head down to her waiting lips. She parts her lips, inviting him in, and their tongues dance together in a passionate duet. Her hands move up, cupping his face, her thumbs rubbing against his cheekbones as she deepens the kiss, letting him feel the full force of her desire for him.
When at last they part, she looks up at him, her emerald eyes glinting with need. "Mark me," she says, and kneels before his nude glory.
Damien raises a hand up into the air, then intones "By the vile power of Hell, I corrupt you with my mark, taking you, claiming you, now and forever, that you may serve me and I command you, may The Morningstar himself strike us down if we speak false." An oily, dark, smoky purple flame ignites on his hand. Damien traces a finger down her cheek, the smooth line of her neck, then presses the flame onto her chest. The corrupt flame flares against her skin with a loud hiss, and a purple symbol is burned there, the personal mark of Damien, above and between her breasts.
Lillith arches her back as the burning mark is branded into her skin, a moan of pleasure at the pain escaping her lips. The pain is replaced almost instantly by a wave of euphoria, and she feels a new sense of belonging, of being truly claimed by Damien. She looks down at her marked chest, her fingers reaching up to touch the symbol that now adorns it.
"Thank you, Damien," she whispers, her voice full of love and gratitude. "I will serve you faithfully, in this life and in any other world we may visit together." She looks up at him, her eyes full of desire. "And when our conquests are done, when we have taken everything we desire, I will pleasure you as only you can pleasure me."
Her words are a promise, a vow that binds them together in a bond stronger than any mere contract. As she speaks, her hands snake up his body, her fingernails scratching lightly against his chest, needing his attention on her. "Take me again," she breathes, "and let's seal this pact completely."
Her hips buck forward, pressing against his legs, her lips parted and her breath hot against his skin. Offering herself to him, her body an altar on which he can defile to claim her as his possession.
Thrilled at her offer, Damien reaches down and grabs her by her horns. He brings her to her feet and pulls her head back, then lavishes hot kisses against her neck. Continuing to pull her to the bed by her horns, he turns her around and then pushes her down, bending her over the bed, her ass up. While holding her down by a horn with one hand, he runs his other hand across the smooth, supple skin of her rear as her tail waves in the air. Then, with an abrupt motion he quickly spanks it, leaving a bright red handprint. He smiles at the sight.
Lillith gasps as Damien spanks her ass, the sting of his hand followed by a wave of pleasure that spreads through her body. She arches her back, pressing her breasts against the bed, her hips lifting up and then swaying side to side in invitation. "Oh yes, Damien," she moans, "do it again." Her voice is filled with desire, and her body trembles with need.
As he continues to spank her, ass beginning to glow a uniform red as his hand impacts her soft flesh again and again, she begins to writhe beneath him. Her hands reach up to grasp at the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric. "You're so strong," she whispers, her voice breathless. "I want you inside me, feel you fill me up." Her hips buck again, pressing her front against the bed, her ass offering itself to him.
Her tail swishes behind her, eager to feel him inside her as well but enjoying the pain as he indulges in his command over her. She continues to writhe and moan under his touch. "Mark me, Damien," she pants, "mark what's yours."
Her words are almost a command as much as they are a plea, and she waits, her body tense with anticipation, for him to claim her.
Damien grins and licks his lips and he finally releases her horn, moving to stand behind her. Grabbing her tail tightly with one hand, he holds it up and briefly leans down to lick her with his long, red, forked tongue. From her clit, up her pussy lips, across her taint to her recently fucked asshole, flicking it there a moment. Then he straightens again, rubbing his fat red cockhead against her opening. One hand still gripping her tail, his other now roughly grabs a glowing red ass cheek, causing her to hiss and moan. With a wry "Don't mind if I do", Damien thrusts into her hard and suddenly. Her tail still in his hand, he brings it to his mouth and gives it a slow lick, the sensuality a contrast to the merciless pounding of his hips into her.
Lillith wiggles her ass, pressing her chest against the bed as Damien thrusts into her. She gasps, her nails still digging into the sheets, and her hips rise to meet each of his powerful strokes. She moans his name, her body shuddering with pleasure tinged with pain as he takes her roughly, claiming her with every inch of his hard length. Her tail thrashes wildly in his hand, the sensation of it in his grip only adding to the exquisite pleasure coursing through her veins.
"Yes!" she cries out, her voice hoarse from the intensity of the sensations. "Oh, Damien, I'm close!" She bucks her hips harder, feeling the familiar tingle of her succubus pleasure feedback loop building deep within her. Her eyes roll back in her head as she comes, her body tensing and shuddering beneath him, her juices coating them both.
As the wave of pleasure subsides, she turns her head to look back over her shoulder at him, their eyes meeting. "You feel so good inside me," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want more." Her tail twitches impatiently, craving the feel of him inside her. "Please, Damien."
Her plea is a seductive invitation, and she waits, her body still trembling with need, for him to take her again.
"You are exquisite, my darling little succubus. If you want more, then you will get it. Oh, yes, you will." Damien slides deep into her, this time in long, methodical, potent strokes, like the piston of an engine. Relentless, strong and deep, but fluid and smooth, he drives himself into Lillith with a new vigor, feeling her insides clutch and grasp at his cock. Looking down, he delights in the soft give of her freshly spanked ass, how it shakes with his every entry. On a whim, he releases the asscheek he had been gripping and licks his middle finger, then slides it into her asshole as he fucks her. He loves the feel of it, the feel of her, and he races towards his next impending climax.
Lillith squirms and wiggles, desperately clutching the sheets in her fists as she feels him thrust deeper inside her. His fingers in her ass only adds to the pleasure coursing through her body, and she moans his name, her hips rising to meet each powerful stroke. “Ohhhh Daaaamien.” As he fucks her harder and faster, she feels herself growing closer to another orgasm of her own. Her tail now twitches more than thrashes in his grasp, the sensation sending sparks of desire through her.
"Oh, yes!" she cries out, her body tensing as she comes again. Waves of pleasure wash over her, her muscles clenching tightly around him. As the sensation subsides, she looks up at him, her eyes dark with desire. "Please, Damien. Make me yours again."
Her words are a whispered plea, her body trembling with need for more of his rough, dominant lovemaking. She wants to feel him inside her, claiming her as his own, until they are both satisfied.
Her last orgasm is almost too much for him, but hearing her plea finally pulls him over the edge as his thrusts batter her from behind, and his cock begins to erupt. Holding himself tight against her, he sprays his thick hot seed deep into her, over and over, while his finger wiggles inside her ass.
As Damien finally releases her, spent and satisfied, Lillith sighs contentedly, her body still trembling from the aftereffects of their passionate union, her chest sore from its recent branding, her ass hot from its spanking. She looks up at him with a smile, her eyes filled with love. "Thank you, Damien," she whispers, running her fingers over his chest scars. "That was... incredible."
Damien smiles back. “Yes, agreed. I have high hopes for our union, and the incredible things we will do together, my new little pet.” With that, the two slowly drift off together, laying in Damien’s bed.