Embrace for impact.

"Home, sweet home!" Your winged Mistress cries. “Sort of.”

You are in a spacious dungeon, with high slate walls. The walls are curved. You are on a huge pillar, centering the space. You can’t see over the edges, but thick black fog and a foreboding purple glow rise from whatever abyss surrounds the platform. Deep grooves circle the platform, a larger facsimile of the summoning circle that got you into this mess. Some kind of ritual site?

The devil kicks a skull over the edge, you hear it bounce of the far walls of the chamber. “Sorry, behind on cleaning.”

The air is damp and cool, but not uncomfortably so. You take a few deep breaths. Breathable air, finally.

"Alright. Let's get down to business." The devil states. "I need a piece of virgin soul for a baking project. Cookies!”

A finger goes to her chin, her eyes furrow. "You are a virgin... right? They'll turn out fine either way, but it does make a difference..."

You scowl in disbelief. Cookies...?

"Just kidding." She laughs, then turns serious. "Let's hurry. Time flies."

The devil woman claps her hands together- your restraints vanish. You loosen your legs and arms slowly, unfurling them from their cramped positions. You stretch across the floor, a hand tracing deep red indentions that web across your skin. You stare apprehensively at your strange captor. You prop yourself up, sitting on your butt awkwardly. Something’s… different about her now.

“Sorry I’m so distracted… work stuff gets me in a weird mood.” She crouches down near you, matching your eye level. She looks annoyed. “My boss makes me run simple errands, but I’ve been with the company for THREE millennia already, and closed deals on almost a hundred thousand souls already.”

This is absurd, but I’ll play along—waste as much time as I can before our hour is up and I am free.

“Sounds... awful.” you manage.

She seems surprisingly grateful for the small pittance of sympathy. “Let me try to get back in the mood, then we can continue.”

Suddenly, the devil jumps on you. Two strong arms throw you onto the ground. Your breath is driven out as you hit the hard floor.

She mounts you. Her legs pin your arms to the ground, sitting dominantly atop your upper torso. You are on your back, looking at fiery eyes. You trace your gaze down to her chest, shoved up by a tight corset. Down further, a flowy dress is hiked up thighs that straddle your neck-- your face blushes as you glance between her uncovered legs.

“Get me in the mood then, ****.” She lifts up slightly, readjusting forward. Her shifting weight crushes your face, **** your air. You struggle to inhale air through your nose, your arms reflexively trying to push her off you.

“Don’t make this harder than it--- oh!” She says. The warning turns to exclamation as your tongue slides across a lip. You explore hesitantly. I’m more practiced with my hands… you think. Her infernal skin is smooth on your tongue, and astoundingly warm. You move your lips across hers, embracing the new sensations. Her smell is strange but intoxicating, you note. Sweat, pheromones… and sulfur?

Your eyes shoot a look back up to your temporary owner. Her head hangs back, dark hair draped down. Her eyes are closed in concentration, embracing the sensations.

Your breath runs quick through your nose. You try to push your head to the side to get more air, succeeding briefly before a strong hand grabs your scalp and moves you back in. Your tongue continues methodically. Her body shifts forward, readjusting your mouth to her clit. The subtle movement is a clear demand. Her grip on your hair tightens painfully, as you glide across your new target. Soft moans of ecstasy escape from her mouth now.

She starts grinding rhythmically. You are both losing control of your actions, lost in the moment. Your brain is telling you that you should take your time, try to burn down the clock, but that part is not in control. She is in control. Your desire to pleasure this demon is shocking, but your submission feels strangely natural. That devil must have hexed me... you think. You dare not consider any explanation for your unbridled arousal.

Her wetness flows heavily now; dampening lip, tongue, and mouth with metallic moisture. You start to ache from the repetitive motion, but you ignore the discomfort. The need to please is overwhelming.

Her gyrations quicken. She grabs your head now with both hands, moving her hips in a grinding motion-- fucking your face lustfully.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

A climax racks her body—the muscles in your mouth strain desperately but you dare not stop now. Her thighs squeeze uncontrollably around your head.

She sighs briefly with satisfaction. She lifts her weight off you. She crawls forward, moving her face above yours. She kisses you passionately. You run a hand over her neck to pull her in, enjoying the embrace of your lips. She grabs your wrist and pins it to the ground, demanding full control. She licks your cheeks, tasting herself.

She stands up, feet on either side of your prone body. You look up at her helplessly.

“Well done, pet. A bit amateurish, but that's to be expected."

"I'm very satisfied..." She lords over you, considering her next move. “Your turn. Don’t worry, fifteen minutes will be more than enough.”

Fifteen minutes... You think. Too long… or too short?

The devil looks upwards, chanting in an infernal language you don't recognize. Her hands raise up, palmed turned to the ceiling. The floor begins to glow, a ghostly green light shining from grooves in the ground. The ambient light in the room darkens.

Suddenly, skeletal hands erupt from the floor. They swarm your limbs, grabbing your body and pulling you firmly into the ground. They pry your limbs in separate directions, pulling you spread-eagle. You try to wrest yourself free of their cold grip but have little success. You twist against the painful restraint.

You raise your head up to look at the devil, apprehensive. Your own fear is reflected in the sadism permeating her expression. Any kindness or humanity that she seemed to possess have vanished, leaving only a cruel demon about to ravish her prey.

You glance down at your legs, prised open and exposing everything. The humiliation is overwhelming. You try desperately to close your legs, twisting and pulling with all your strength-- to no avail. Your tormentor soaks in every inch of unveiled flesh, ravishing you with her glowing eyes.

She stalks towards you. She stoops down, mouth bent in a sinful smile. She kneels between your legs. Two hands sink sharp claws into your bear thighs. You scream at the pain, wincing. You reopen your eyes to see her leaning down. You brace yourself as her mouth envelops you. The sensation is like nothing you have ever experienced. Hot. Wet. Divine. Your nerves are set ablaze at the first touch of her tongue.