I am Desdera and I am going home!
I hope.
Again the spinning and the changing scenes around me. Again the sense of rapid travel. But this time I feel not ill, but triumphant. In my grip is the puny mortal who dared steal me from my home plane. From my Mistress Semrami’s fortress.
When the awful wrenching and tumbling sensations end, I am back in the bedchamber I was pulled out of. Back in the palace!
My Mistress is not here, but she’s close. I can sense her.
I feel so relieved. But also angry. How dare mortals snatch us away like that! I look at my captive. This deluded would-be saviour. She lies on the floor, babbling senselessly. How dare this wretch try to take me from my Mistress!
She will suffer.
In one of Semrami’s bedchambers, it is easy to find some chains. I use some to secure the mortal’s hands, and wrap another length around her neck as a makeshift collar. I may be weak next to Mistress, but my demonic strength is enough to preclude any resistance by my captive.
Looking up at me, she attempts to say something, but I pull hard on the chain and it constricts around her neck, quieting her.
I pull her along by the chain and drag her through the halls, ignoring her pained mewling. I search through the golden halls for Semrami.
At last I find her, emerging from her study.
“Desdera!”
I fall to the floor and abase myself before her. I crawl to her feet and begin to kiss them.
Semrami stands motionless, looking down at me.
“Forgive me, Mistress,” I beg, kissing my way up her calves. “Forgive this slave for leaving you.”
“Desdera… You’ve found your way back to me.” There are feelings I have never heard from her before in her voice. “I am… relieved.”
“I returned to you as soon as I could, Mistress.” I hug her legs, leaning my head against her thigh.
“… How long were you gone?”
Time passes differently on different planes. It is also hard to measure in the Hells.
“A few thousand heartbeats, I think, Mistress.”
She growls. “It has been much longer here for me. Since you were taken, I have been studying ways and means to bring you back. It is infuriating. Mortals who can paint and chant can pluck demons from this realm so easily, but even for me, to employ my powers to access their plane… You did very well to return by yourself, Desdera. You did wonderfully. You shall be rewarded, do not doubt it.”
I look up at her adoringly. She is so tall, so strong, so cruel. She is the heart of my existence. Back in her presence once again, I have never been so happy. “Thank you, Mistress…. Mistress, I captured the mortal who stole me from you!”
Semrami looks past me. “So you have.” I turn. The mortal still lies snivelling on the floor.
Semrami steps past me towards the mortal. She reaches down and lifts her up by the hair. “You!” she exclaims, upon seeing the creature’s face. Then my Mistress laughs loudly.
The mortal looks upon her with fear. “Monster… No…”
“You must be the stupidest ‘wizard’ ever to be produced by that damned Tower of yours! To dare to summon me was stupid enough. And yet I deigned to spare you, doing no more than depriving you of your servant. Now to try to vie with me for command of my sweet Desdera?… Oh, this time you will be spared nothing.”
“That’s not her name!” The mortal seems insistent. “She is–”
Mistress has snapped her fingers, calling up a small flat metal object. It flies across the room and bolts itself across the summoner’s mouth. Eyes bulging and wide, the mortal finds herself gagged.
“I have no interest in hearing your voice, worm.”
Bands of shadow bind the mortal and hold her in mid-air.
My Mistress’s expression has become cold and merciless.
“A demon’s time on the mortal plane is almost always short. Some compensation for being plucked from the Hells without notice. For a living mortal to be brought here is rare. But once done, there is no escape.”
I go to stand beside Semrami, my arm around her waist. I look upon the mortal without pity.
“Did you think that you could be my rival?” Semrami asks her. “You will pay for your temerity. You will long for death. But death is no escape from the Hells.”
“I want to hurt her, Mistress,” I say. “I want her to suffer.”
“Yes, sweet little demon.” Semrami strokes my hair. The mortal is looking at me with horror. Does she really think me her lost love? I am a demon. I am Semrami’s pet. She will learn that. “For now, I think I have just the thing for her.”
My mistress snatches the mortal up and carries her easily under one arm. Semrami strides through the halls. I follow, running behind her long strides.
Mistress finds her way to her ‘Room of Unwanted Gifts’. For one reason or another, gifts exchanged among demons are rarely wanted. The room is packed with all kinds of cursed, weird and useless junk.
The item Mistress picks out is a large golden cage.
“Perfect. I think the giver meant it as some kind of ironic comment. It does fit the decor perfectly, it’s only lacked a suitable resident until now.”
Semrami lowers the mortal to the ground. “Open it,” she commands. The key is in the lock of the cage. I undo it. Semrami steps forward, forcing the mortal inside the cage. As she’s trapped, she starts to struggle and weep.
I giggle as I lock her in, taunting her by spinning the key on my finger.
Semrami runs a finger along the bars. “This will do nicely.” My magical sense is much improved. I can tell that she is placing a ward on the cage to alert her if its prisoner escapes. “We can decide where to display her later.”
Now Mistress turns to me. She shows her fangs. “Now, my dear little slut. I believe this mere speck interrupted us?”
I nod eagerly.
I am lifted in her arms. I suck at her breasts as she carries me to a bedchamber. There are many lanterns here, trapped spirits lighting up the large space.
Mistress places me on my knees. “Get my cock wet and ready. Quickly. I’ve been aching to take your cunt for an eternity.”
My mouth waters as I eagerly reach for her cock. My hands work it forcefully, and my tongue bathes it lavishly. Her cock throbs as it rises and begins to extend to its full length. I get it in my mouth, sucking and licking and soaking it in saliva that drips down the shaft.
“Good girl.”
She grabs my head and gives me a few quick thrusts, taking my throat effortlessly. She’s so big! I massage her thighs as she owns my throat. I can hardly think as I suck on her cock. I want to please my Mistress. I suck her cock. She uses my throat.
Mistress pulls out. I reach after, wanting to lick and suck on the spittle-covered tip. But she draws her cock away from my lips.
“Good girl,” she says. “Well done. That’s wet enough.”
She grins evilly as she begins to run her fingers through my hair. I shiver in anticipation. She reaches down and grabs me under the arms. She lifts me and tosses me onto the bed. I bounce on the soft bed. The sheets are a deep blue. I look at my mistress as she approaches me, wings spreading, gloom gathering.
“I missed you so much, Mistress,” I tell her as she draws close. “I want you inside me so much.”
I spread my legs wide, expecting her to plunge directly into me, but instead she halts and stands over me. Her expression is one I’ve never seen before from her. She reaches down and strokes my body tenderly.
“Desdera.” She says my name softly. “My Desiderata. I named you more aptly than I knew. When I stole you from that witch, I did not imagine…” She strokes my breast with one hand, putting the fingers of the other to my lips and letting me suck them. I feel the tip of her tail begin to coil round my ankle. “I missed you as well, Desdera. Very greatly. You have become so precious to me, my lovely slave. And you’ve taken so well to becoming a demon, haven’t you, Desdera?”
Her words remind me of the way the mortal summoner made me mar my body.
“Mistress!” I point at the part of my belly that I poured the awful fluid onto. “Forgive me, Mistress, but I was made to ruin your work on my skin. I did it as part of the ruse to capture the summoner. Here, and on my thighs.”
Semrami looks where I am pointing and shakes her head. “I see no difference, Desdera.”
“Huh?” I sit up and look at myself. It’s hard to tell with the light dimmed by my Mistress’s presence, but she’s right. My skin is the healthy golden shade it should be.
Semrami strokes a hand through my hair, thumb rubbing my sensitive stubby horns. “You are well on the path to being a true demon now, my dear. Your transformation goes far beyond being skin-deep. Simply being back in the Hells was likely enough to restore your proper semblance.”
I smile at her. I love her so much. “Yes. I’m your demon. I’m just as you’ve made me, Mistress.”
Smiling back, Semrami nods. She bends down over me. Her mouth disgorges her long black tongue. As it descends towards my crotch, she looks deep into my eyes with her burning gaze. I feel the weight of her mind pushing against mine and I gladly open my thoughts to her completely.
‘Mine.’
Her mental voice is booming in my head, powerful and so, so welcome. I’m hers. It’s all I want to be.
‘My loyal servant.’
I feel her sifting through my memories. Her mental touch is so careful. I tremble with excitement. I feel her perusing my experience of my seizure and imprisonment by the summoner. She notes my determination to get back to her and my shrewdness in deceiving the mortal.
‘My brave, clever Desdera.’
My mind melts under her probing investigation. It shouts my love for her while Semrami’s thoughts suffuse mine, so she can be in no doubt whatsoever of my utter devotion to her.
‘Yes. Love me. Worship me.’
Her mind caresses my thoughts as she gradually withdraws from the deep psychic engagement. I wish she were always in my head, but her will is so strong that such contact with her is so intense that it’s paralysing.
The tip of her long tongue is close to my slit. I’m trembling with anticipation. I try to hold still. With utmost precision, the tip of her tongue touches my clit. I tense. The end of her tongue curls and, ever so delicately, wraps around my sensitive button.
“Oh Mistress,” I sigh out softly.
Semrami is driving me to heights of excitement with just the agile tip of her tongue. It’s our only point of contact. While she still stares into my eyes, I feel the end of her tongue twine around and squeeze my clit. The very tip flicks over it. I gasp. My cunt clenches. I feel my juices flow.
“Ahh,” I moan as the pleasure overwhelms me. My legs twitch. My holes are beading oil. I’m so ready for her!
“Mmm.” With that sound of satisfaction, Mistress pulls her tongue away. Now she moves, and she moves quickly. She climbs on top of me. She doesn’t hesitate. Her cock penetrates my tight, ready snatch as she pins my arms above my head.
“Yes!” I squeal. “Yes, Mistress! Fuck me!”
She grinds her crotch into mine as her hands pin me firmly down. Her cock is enormous! It stretches my oily, eager cunt. Her cock begins a slow, relentless pounding. I stare wildly into her eyes as she pierces deep into my core. She fucks me so hard. I’m pinned down. She’s dominating me. It’s so hot! The heat between us everywhere our bodies touch, increasing to a blaze where Semrami’s pumping cock fills me!
I come. My cunt clenches around her, pulsing with ecstasy. Smiling gleefully, she continues to thrust all the way through my long climax as I shriek with demonic pleasure. “Yes! Fuck, yes! Mistress! Take what’s yours!” She begins to slow, squeezing my wrists in her hands. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” I exclaim. She thrusts, holding me down.
“Stop?” she laughs. “I’ve hardly started, my sweet.”
I’m panting. I’m lost in her eyes. Her wings spread like a canopy over us. Darkness closes in. Once again, I am a glimmer of gold enveloped in her shadow. And pierced by it, so deeply. I want so much to be able to respond to her. To wrap my arms around her. But she is enjoying pinning me down by my arms, and though I strain to, my mouth cannot reach her heavy breasts as they bounce above me in time with her thrusts. How I wish for a long tongue like hers!
All I can do is accept the steady pumps of her penetration of her slave. All I can do is squeeze adoringly with my internal muscles around her big cock. I love being filled by my Mistress. All I can do is stare up into her blazing eyes. Blazing with her passion for me.
I don’t believe that Semrami has ever shown this particular degree of intensity with me before. Did she say that my absence was much longer for her? Did she truly miss her servant so? Did she fear I would not return? I cannot understand why Mistress attaches such value to one as lowly as I, but I am blissfully glad she does!
Seeing my straining, Mistress takes pity on me. Extending her long black tongue again, the tip of it begins to lick across my face until my lips manage to seize it and I can begin to express my devotion my sucking upon it. Her taste is of ash, with sharp metallic hints.
Semrami’s fingers squeeze tighter around my pinned wrists. I shudder with excitement, knowing that she could easily crush me if she wished. The pace of her thrusts increases a little. Releasing her tongue, I cry out as my body convulses around her cock. My cunt squeezes tightly, quivering and pulsing. I scream out with pleasure as my orgasm escalates to a peak and stays there.
Mistress retracts her tongue. “That’s it, little demon. I love making you come.”
My body relaxes beneath her, but only for a moment before a violent twitch goes through me again. Through it all, Semrami keeps fucking me, hard, her huge cock claiming me anew. My insides feel molten from the heat of her cock, the searing oil and my own caustic fluids. My whole body is wracked. I know that what pain I feel is mere mortal weakness departing; my demon self experiences infernal delight. I’m being so thoroughly fucked. My whole being is on fire. Hellish fire.
Staying deep within me all the time, Semrami releases my wrists and moves me up the bed, climbing up onto it fully herself. When she begins to pump her hips again, she descends over me, mouth open wide. Knowing what she wants, and longing for it myself, I turn my head to one side, exposing my neck. Mistress bites down, fangs sinking in deep. I shake once more and then my body stills beneath her.
All I can feel now are her sharp teeth in my neck and her hard cock pumping deep in my cunt. I’m paralysed, adrift on bliss. This is paradise!
The bite is fierce. Harder than any other time I have felt her fangs sink into me. Through it, she drains the energy from me. She samples a little of my demonic essence, but mostly she is sucking out my mortality. I surrender myself completely. If she wished, she could devour me totally, but she is just draining away the last remnants of my humanity. Impurities within me that I no longer want. Her cock inside me, impaling me again and again, is all I desire. I’m hers. I’m whatever she makes me.
Semrami lifts her head for a moment. “Good girl,” she whispers, kissing gently across my neck. “Give it all to me, little demon. Be mine.” She turns my head to fall the other way and her fangs pierce the other side of my neck. I gasp as she drinks again and my eyes shoot open wide.
Suddenly, I feel power surging through me. Yes! It’s my human weakness she’s taking. She’s making me stronger. How I want to be filled with her demonic strength. I can move again. I place my hands on Mistress’s head, holding it close against my neck. I rise up slightly, forcing her cock deeper into me. I wrap my legs around her and pull her to me tight. Tapping energy I didn’t know I have, I put my arms on her sides and start to roll Mistress over. Never have I taken such initiative before!
Mistress makes a grunt of surprise, but keeps sucking from my neck. We roll so that she sits on the bed, while I am straddled across her. Her cock remains deep in my cunt where it belongs. I’m exhilirated. I ride her. I’m moving faster, driving her down into the bed. Soon I’m bouncing wildly on top of her. Whenever she’s in deepest, I squeeze down as hard as I can around her cock. I have to have her cum inside me.
Semrami’s hands grip my waist and she starts to pound up into me. Her big cock slides back and forth inmy cunt. I cry out with pleasure. My cunt is so hot. My body is shaking with desire. I need it so badly, but Mistress won’t come just yet. Her sharp teeth are still piercing my neck. Determinedly, I continue to move my body over hers.
Coiled to one side on the bed, her tail twitches. I reach out and grasp for the tip of it. Our bodies are moving so intensely that I struggle to get it into my grip. That’s it. I have it. I draw the end of her tail towards my face, stroking its spaded tips firmly so that they quickly fold back. It really is shaped just like the head of a cock now and, though it can’t come, I know it is just as sensitive. I don’t hesitate in putting her tail-cock into my mouth. It tastes different from her cock: grease and treacle. As I suck it, it begins to push deeper into my mouth with a will of its own. I suck harder and I feel her cock throb in my snatch.
Semrami removes her mouth from my neck. She stares at me. “You want to be filled, little demon?”
Mouth full, the tip of her tail delving to find the way into my throat, I can only nod.
She grins. Blood trickles from the side of her mouth. It’s green… Of course it is. The ichor of a demon is what runs through me.
“It’s about time, isn’t it, little demon. Time we rid you of that pesky mortality for good.”
Mistress’s hands adjust, seizing my hips and beginning to slam me down onto her vigorously. Head falling back, I suck frantically on the wriggling, probing length in my mouth. Semrami is grunting with effort. I feel her cock pulse and swell inside me.
I moan around her tail-cock as she comes. Her cock, throbbing in my cunt, erupts deep inside me. Mistress pumps her essence into me. I’m surprised by how much of it there is. It flows and flows from her. I can feel my hungry demonic innards eagerly soaking it up. I’m spent. Drained again of all energy.
Semrami’s tail slips from my mouth and she lifts me off her cock. Having detached herself from me, she moves away and lets my body slump face first onto the bed. My insides fizz and churn as they react to her empowering gift. I’m her demon. I’m always going to be her demon.
Dimly, I hear Mistress moving in the room. Then I sense her looming above me, behind me. I can’t move.
Metal rattles. From the corners of the bed, chains extend and wrap themselves around my wrists and ankles. They pull, stretching my limbs taut. I hear Mistress’s wings flex and her shadow across me deepens.
A crack. Pain across my back. Many small stabs of agony. The lash leaves behind the burning sensation of venom.
I cry out my Mistress’s name.
Another crack across my back. Small sharp teeth tearing the flesh.
I’ve seen the whip she’s using on me, though I’ve never experienced it before. Made from the dark tanned hide of a hound that misbehaved too often, it is studded with wickedly curved thorns, from each of which venom oozes through tiny holes.
“We shall kill off the mortal in you, Desdera.” I can hear her cruel smile. I am still screaming her name.
My pain is intense, but it is ecstatic. I am a demon. I know I am nothing else but. Such venom would cause a demon no pain. It is only the last human impurities that it is burning out of me at last.
The whipping pauses. I feel cool air as it passes over my naked skin. My back stings.
In my mind, memories begin to whirl.
Another crack. “Do you remember your life as a mortal, Desdera?”
“No, Mistress!” I exclaim.
But in my head, unbidden, recollections are resurfacing. Yes, they claim, I once was that burdened, unhappy creature that Semrami showed me in an image. I remember an oppressive, austere life, set to stretch out before me, unchanging. I recall a grey world, devoid of joy. Until my Mistress took me, stole me away to this place of vivid terrors and enlightening highs. I remember, I remember, and I cast all those memories away to be burned up by the venom coursing through me.
The whip snaps. “What are you, Desdera?”
“I’m your demon, Mistress! I have always been your demon!”
I hear a growl of satisfaction. A clatter as the whip is cast aside. Chains release me and retract, and instead I am seized in Semrami’s arms as her weight descends onto me. I feel her hot breath on my ear. The head of her cock finds my oil-leaking asshole and a jab of her hips drives it in.
“Yes. Mine,” she hisses into my ear. “I’ll pump your every hole full of my essence, my sweet little demon. Be perfect for me.”
Under her weight, her strength, her vast, boundless shadow, I can do nothing but receive her thrusts as Mistress urgently buries her cock in my ass. I’m so delighted to feel her there again, and after each determined thrust I squeeze around her length. Her tail begins to enwrap one of my legs, its tip gradually creeping up it. I feel the tickling of her claws across my torso.
Her cock is huge inside me, getting deeper and deeper with each hurried thrust. She’s so intense! I let myself believe it: Mistress truly missed me! She’s furiously fucking her way into my ass. My oiled hole gives way to her completely. When her hips finally impact my soft rear, her clawed hand closes round my throat.
“If any dares take you from me again, Desdera, we shall burn their world to punish them.”
I can only gasp in response.
She’s holding me tight, her cock buried in my ass. Her hips start to pump. My pleasure spikes as I think I come again. Her cock, undiminished from its first release, pistons my butt relentlessly. Semrami clings to me closely, her whole body pressing against my back, where the pain of the whip welts is already forgotten. My own wings and tail are crushed between us. Mistress has drilled all the way in and her cock plows me at an intense pace.
Her cock is so thick, so hard. I wail my adoration as my ass accepts it. Her cock’s deep in my core. She fucks my ass. Her cock keeps pumping me, pushing my climactic state of pleasure higher and higher. My ass clenches around her cock, but her rhythm continues unimpeded. I love feeling her cock in my ass. She’s fucking my ass so hard. Her cock pounds my ass hard and fast. Semrami’s weight crushes me down into the soft bed; her body slams against mine with each thrust. One of her hands clutches my breasts roughly. My mouth is open wide, gasping for air. Under her shadow, it is so dark that I don’t know whether my eyes are open or closed. My mind is empty except for the bliss of being ass-fucked by my Mistress.
Mistress’s tail coils tighter, further and higher around my leg. Its deft tip starts to rub teasingly around the gaped lips of my messy, stretched cunt. I feel her cock plunging back and forth in my ass, surging the pleasure within me. Her claws press into my neck, digging into the holes made by her sharp fangs. In the dark, in the pitch black, she mauls my body, claims my ass. She’s never been so intense. Semrami is pounding my ass hard, her cock slamming into me over and over. She holds me tightly in her arms, crushing me to her. She fucks my ass.
“That’s it, little demon. You’re mine.” Her tongue creeps out of her mouth and begins to coil wetly around my ear.
My thoughts swell with love for Mistress. All I can remember now is belonging to her. Being in her arms. Being pierced by her. I moan as her cock pumps my ass, and then again, louder, as her tail-cock penetrates my loose, used cunt. Her fingers pull on my nipple. I feel her cock pounding my ass. My ass is so full of cock. I’m drenched in sweat, mine and hers. I come. I wail. I love her. Semrami’s thunderous thrusts still hammer her cock into me. I feel like I’ve been fucked for hours, but Mistress is still going strong. We creatures of the Hells are eternal by nature. Let her night never end.
Mistress rolls with me across the bed to a new position, heaving me up and poising me to receive her continuing thrusts from a slightly altered angle. My tongue lolls from my mouth, and I start when I feel its wet tip touch my own collarbone. It’s becoming as long as Semrami’s! And as dextrous: I set about using it to lick the hand on my neck. My ass takes her cock. She’s still butt-fucking me with fierce enthusiasm. The room fills with our moans and cries, the sounds of flesh slapping together, and other devilish noises, which leak out of the windows to become part of the cacophony of the Hells.
Semrami’s tail, wrapped tight around my thigh, is exploring the depths of my cunt, feeling it contract and periodically become soaked by my orgasm. She’s got her claws sunk deep into my flesh, pulling me close to her. She fucks my ass. I love the way my ass stretches to take her cock. I am hers. I love how her big cock feels inside me. How her weight pushes me down into the bed. I’m her little demon. My ass is so full of her cock.
Her rapid rhythm diminishes, and Semrami takes me slowly now as her moment gets closer. I can feel every inch of her cock as it moves within me. My body feels so warm. Sensation assails it from everywhere. I love my Mistress so much. She’s taking me. I’m her little demon. I love being filled up with her cock. Her cock is so hard and hot. She’s fucking my ass. I love the way she fucks my ass. She fucks my ass.
I feel a plosive, super-heated breath hit my ear, and she comes. My insides are so hot that Mistress’s essence feels like a cool balm as she releases it into me. Again, my thirsty body drinks it up. I must become a strong demon, able to defend myself from her enemies! My ass squeezes around the pulsing length that pierces it, milking her cock for more of her demonic fluid.
“Yes, little demon,” Semrami sighs.
At length, she withdraws her cock from my ass and lies alongside me. Her tail is still curled around my thigh, though less tightly. Dim blue light begins to return as the gloom of her shadow lifts. I raise my head and look at her face. Her red eyes spark in the dimness, fires banked but still smouldering hot. I know that she has so much more to give me before we leave this bed.
I feel exhausted, and my body is engaged with the struggle to absorb the infernal essence it has now twice been pumped full of. But I want to show off my newly altered tongue for my Mistress! With some effort, I turn around on the bed and crawl down it, flat on my belly. When I near my target, I feel Semrami’s hand run through my hair and rub the back of my head encouragingly.
“So eager, my lovely little demon? Feast on me then. Take your fill.”
Gladly, I reach with my hands to grasp her cock. As soon as it feels the touch of my fingers, it heats up and becomes hard again. Gradually, as I stroke it, it grows to its full extension. The texture of her cock is fascinating. Around the circumference of its shaft, there are different surfaces, all variously sensitive. Here it is leathery, there skin soft as silk. Here it is scaled like her tail, there it is like vulcanised rubber.
Semrami’s hand puts a little more pressure on the back of my head and I lean closer to her cock, disgorging my tongue. It’s a vivid electric blue in colour, I can see now. Control over its movements feels so natural to me, as I touch its tip to the head of her cock, rubbing over it a few times before going further down. Mistress makes deep satisfied sounds behind me as I extend my tongue and begin to wrap it around her cock, spiralling all the way down its length. I love the taste of her cock, and with my new tongue it seems I can experience even more of it, along with the tastes of the fluids that coat it. It tastes sweet, salty, spicy, and musky, with an underlying tang of sulphur.
The pleasure of tasting her cock is a thrill. I’m going to make my Mistress come again. I want all her cum for myself, to perfect my golden body for her to delight in. Her hand pushes on the back of my head, and my lips and my mouth follow where my tongue has led. In a single motion I take in her entire length, the breaching of my throat not even causing a moment’s pause.
“Oh, you are such a good little demon!” Semrami sighs. “My beautiful little demon.”
Yes. I am nothing else but that. I suck her cock.
***
After long hours of servicing my Mistress’s majestic cock, I swallowed down another wave of her essence with blissful delight. Soon Semrami was binding up my limbs in a fashion that amused her, before penetrating the willing, eager body of her slave again. When I was finally unbound, I dove on her in enthusiastic passion. Our coupling went on and on.
Some time passes — many ages perhaps — before we finally emerge from the bed that was the scene of our love-making. I feel deliciously refreshed and demonically alive. Semrami’s cock is still hard and, when we raise the lights, the shimmer of my gleaming body inspires her, so I lean against one of the wrought-iron bed posts and bend forward so that she can fuck my ass again.
“You really do look magnificent,” she tells me once we’re done.
She finds and uncovers a mirror to show me. I see immediately what she means. I’ve grown into my demonhood. I still do not match her stature, of course, but I am taller and visibly stronger. I loll out my long tongue and it can almost reach as far as my nipples, which have grown larger and are a distinctly darker bronze colour, contrasting with my vibrant golden flesh. My tail has thickened and I think I am beginning to be able to move it a little now, if only near the root.
“Are my wings larger, Mistress?”
“Yes, my love,” Semrami tells me. She kisses me affectionately. “Soon you will be soaring high on the updrafts of the lava pits of the Hells.”
I sigh and giggle. It’s such a romantic image.
“Oh! I almost forgot! We have a guest!”
Semrami frowns. Then bares her sharp teeth wickedly. “Indeed. Let us check in on her. Watch her quail while we discuss her fate in front of her.”
Smiling happily, I trail behind her as we make our way back to the Room of Unwanted Gifts.
***
Yet we find the cage empty. Lounging beside it, bellies full and very sated, lie two of the hounds.
“Bad dogs!” They don’t react to my admonition. Only one even appears to be awake, barely, the other sleeping off its large meal. “They’ve eaten every scrap of her.”
“I can’t even sense her spirit,” muses Semrami. “How terrified she must have been. What a shame to have missed it.”
I agree. “How did they even get in here?”
“You know the hounds, my dear. Anywhere a shadow can fit, so can they if they put their minds to it.” Semrami examines the door to the room. It’s not quite flush with the floor, leaving a slight crack when it’s closed, enough for light, shadow — or a hound — to creep through. “When they scented a mortal it would have been all the motivation they needed. And while that cage was a trap for her, for them it might as well be wide open.”
“Well… blast!” For a demon, it’s not much of an expletive, but it’s all I can come up with. “I was looking forward to putting her on display. Listening fearfully as we came up with all the torments we’d subject her to!”
Semrami strokes my head. “If it’s any comfort, dear Desdera, picture her last moments, as the heads of the hounds squabbled with one another over which would get the next bite.”
I smile. “Yes. That’s a nice thought.”
“But I too would have enjoyed watching your former master come to recognise how you have blossomed in the care of another.”
“Former master?” I ask. “Whatever do you mean?”
Semrami is continuing her thought. “It was not the reason I took you from her. That was but part of her punishment for daring to summon me. But from the start it amused me that I, an archdemon, would show myself to be a better mistress for you than her. You were so down-trodden that an improvement was far from difficult. One of the hounds could have treated you better.”
I stare at her in perplexity. “Whatever do you mean, Mistress? I have always been a demon. Your demon.”
She looks back at me, meeting my gaze. “Yes. Of course you have. The eternities must be muddling my mind.”
She draws me close and her arms enwrap me. “Always my little demon.”
***
Later, the two of us recline together on her grand balcony, watching through eye-glasses as demon armies parade on the far side of the chasm.
The imps are bringing us refreshments, and of course they are making a complete mess of it.
As Semrami is slurping up the blue wine that one of them spilled, yet again, all over my tits, I say: “Mistress, you really must let me serve you. The imps are quite useless. Useless for just about anything, really, but certainly this.”
Smacking her lips, she leans back. “I won’t have it. A proud demon like you are now? You run my entire household, Desdera. I can’t have you troubled with menial tasks any longer.”
“I… I will still prepare your bath, won’t I, Mistress?”
She reaches out and rubs my stubby horns in reassurance. “Of course.”
“But what about the other tasks? The imps…”
“Are useless. You’re right. But I’ve had a thought about that.” She turns to me. “Later, once we’ve seen whether all those serried ranks are going to fight or just posture, I thought the two of us might scry the mortal plane together.”
“Really, Mistress?” This is something we’ve never done before. “What will we look for?”
She nods. “A mortal woman, I think. Someone like y– Someone for whom we decide that being a servant in the Hells will be an improvement in her lot.”
I think about that. “Is there any better existence than serving you, Mistress?”
She gives my horns another rub. “Perhaps not. But she will first have to endure much if she is ever to discover that life in the Hells has the potential to be paradise!”
Semrami plucks a grape and pops it in my mouth.