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The pressure at his ass continued as he felt the tentacle start to slide between his cheeks. He strained to try and shake it off but it was hopeless, the tentacles holding his body kept him completely locked in place. They had only parted enough to first let the demon access his crotch and now one of them was sliding between his ass cheeks.

When the tip finally came in contact with his rose bud he gasped, there were boys who took the liaisons of necessity to another level. They had often times told him about how good it would feel to get release with your ass but he had ignored them as a step too far even for him. Yet suddenly he could believe what they had said, even just the slight pressure of the tentacle felt nearly as good as what was happening to his cock.

However, as the pressure started to increase, he realised that this thing was not going to settle at just this. Again he tried to pull himself free and again he found the hold on his limbs to be as strong as steel, he might as well have been encased in mortar. All the while the pressure against his rose bud increased, the sensation on his cock not slowly any either as the tentacle pushed harder and harder. He tensed his body and only served to cause himself more pain as its strength increased.

Suddenly he felt a shudder rush through the mass holding him in place, as it came to an end he felt hot liquid splashing against his ass. Unable to see he could only feel the fluid being sprayed on to his pucker, it had a odd effect, not unlike the initial touch of the tentacles it left him feeling numbed.

When the organ once again pushed against his ass it found hardly any resistance at all. Yet he still felt the thing stretching his sphincter out with its huge size. He wanted to scream out at the violation even as he felt that numbness spreading within him as the organ began to pump more fluid into him. It seemed to have some goal in mind as it changed size inside of him and moved around, feeling almost as if it was searching for something.

A sudden, sharp muscle spasm told him it had found what it was looking for.

His focus was pulled away from the violation of his ass to once again focus on the sensation coming from his penis. In his panic and lust addled mind a thought flashed by for a scant moment. Asking why, with the amount of pleasure he was feeling, he had not cum yet. The pleasure he was feeling right now, as wrong as it might be, was ten times anything he had ever gotten from his own hand or the mouth of a classmate. Yet he had not felt the familiar tension that marked a orgasm.

It seemed like the Incubus was growing bored of him as well, he felt the heat and pressure on his cock slide upward along his shaft. Coming to a rest on the head of his cock. For a moment he had the mad hope that it might actually let him go, that the reward was to let him live.

That hope was dashed as he felt the tentacle in his ass move and again he was rocked by a spasm. This time however it did not come to an end, it had a edge to it that told him he was cumming. He could feel his seed, burning like fire, as it travelled from his testicles and up his cock. The sensation was beyond anything he had ever felt, a sheer white wall that nearly knocked him out. He felt as if he was having his very life sucked out of him through his cock as the tentacle writhed and a seemingly unending stream of semen shot from his cock into the demon's mouth.

It’s killing me! He thought with absolute certainty

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the ordeal was over. His body sagged, his eyes half lidded as he tried to recover from what had just happened. Distantly he was aware of the sound of someone bagning on a door but it sounded so muffled that it must have been several rooms away. The world around him seemed some how much duller, the blue of the tentacles in his line of sight now hardly better than greyscale.

So muddled was he that he did not even notice the tentacle that had lodged itself in his mouth sliding free. Even the pain from his jaw hardly registered anymore, everything just seemed so...empty.

Then a god rose into his view, a shining figure of light that took his chin in its hand and kissed him. He accepted the kiss eagerly, his mouth opening to allow the God to pour Mana into his mouth. The fluid tasted of honey, so sweet that it made him want to cry as he gulped it down greedily.

When there was no more the god stood back, a smile on its lips. As Aaralon felt the gift from the god slip down his throat it seemed like the veil of gossamer that had been over everything was lifted. Suddenly the pain in his jaw became strong again, the colour returned to the world and the sound of banging became painfully loud.

The god too faded from view, only to be replaced by the Incubus. It took the bright young man only a scant few seconds to realise what the demon had just done to him and what he had just drank down with glee.

Succubi stole the essence of a victim through their seed, sucking them dry and leaving them a cold empty husk that could never know mortal pleasures again. There was no reason a Incubus could not do the same thing and it had. It had sucked his essence out of him through his cock and the…Then it had given it back to him, but why?

Aaralon could see that the demon could tell he had figured out what had just happened to him, a wicked smile split its perfect face.

“The deal is struck,” it said as the banging at the door finally ended in the splintering of wood.

Calmly the demon turned to face the figure climbing through the ruins of the door.