End: Blaze Wants To Be Freed

Pride warred within Blaze's bosom. She tested her bonds...but every movement sent shooting pains through her limbs, threatening to undo her very being. Her cock throbbed unpleasantly, and squeeze though she might, as though struggling to take a piss, the demon could not displace the metal rod. After minutes of effort that left her drained and nigh-senseless, the scarlet succubus **** herself to relax.

Blaze knew she would gain nothing by continuing. As much as it pained her to admit it, the mortal cunt had caught her too well. No fly caught in a spider's web was as well ensnared as she...and the demon had noticed the gleam of cold dominance in the reporter's eye, in Lois Lane's tone of voice. There were worse things than the pains of pleasures of hell...and the mortals knew them well.

Closing her eyes, the scarlet succubus breathed as deep as she dared. The mystic bonds nullified her powers...but there were other powers, outside of her. Entities she could entreat...bargain with...but few of them were well-inclined towards her, and even those she might count as potential allies would certainly extract their price. Especially when they saw her predicament.

In the end, it came down to only two...her brother Satanus, and the rhymer Etrigan. Of course, to appear like this before her brother—no. He would never let her live it down. Worse, she knew his dark mind too well, and he might well find some way to twist the situation to her own perverse advantage. On equal terms, they were allies...but in her momentary weakness...well, she knew what dark thoughts would run through her head, if their positions were reversed.

Etrigan on the other hand...he had honor, of a sort. There had been times too, when they had favored each other. No doubt he would extract a heavy toll for this service, but she did not think his ambitions would extend to taking her life, or enslaving her with his own enchantment...and there were certain methods of repaying him that might even be...pleasurable.

In the end, there was **** at all...and Blaze had no idea when Lois Lane might return. So she called out, in a soft voice, that the darkness and night might carry to that realm of eternal screams...

Come come, O Etrigan...

Demon of power and might

Come O come, Etrigan...

Free me from this plight!

The call rang out...and Blaze waited, heart beating. It had been long since their last tryst. Even if he heard the call, there was no guarantee that he would answer. As the moments stretched on into interminable minutes, a sort of panic began to rise in the bound demon's chest, a tightness that caused her limbs to quiver, and heightened the ache in her cock and balls. If Etrigan did not come to her aid...if she was trapped like this...

A whiff of sulphur caught her attention. Though she could not turn her head to see, Blaze was suddenly aware of a presence in the night...and a rough, familiar hand that stroked her cheek, the claws lightly running over her skin.

Forsooth, fair lady—or is it laddy?—thou art caught!

How **** you must be,

To place your trust in me!

But hark! I have come, he who you had sought,

Are you not happy, me to see?

He sat on the bed then, his swollen, muscular yellow form not disturbing the wards sufficiently to free her. Etrigan was dressed as garish as ever...in the ragged blue cloak and bright red tunic and shorts which made him look something of a fool in Hell's court. One yellow claw stretched out to tap the metal rod jutting out of Blaze's turgid prick, and he smiled like a Cheshire cat, showing a mouth full of fans as her whole body quivered in response, like a cello whose string is plucked.

"Etrigan...free me! I will pay you back for this favor, on my name I swear it! Let the Kindly Ones withness my oath!"

His red eyes regarded her. The frills on either side of his neck stood out, and she could not read that terrible face. Some demons were etched deep with all the sins they had committed, so that lust or pride or wrath may have left its permanent mark on their features...but Etrigan's countenance was stony as a gargoyle's.

Your dire need has touched my heart!

Yet what price shall I charge to free a lover?

One of flesh, one of blood, for a start.

Or...wouldst thou exchange one bond for another?

Blaze squinted, picking at the meaning of his words. She hated the sense of helplessness that came from this situation, the knowledge that she was utterly in his power. Yet it seemed that he was offering her...a choice.

"What would you of me, Etrigan? Say it plain."

Dear Blaze, of delicious cock and cunt,

I am fond of them in both ends in bed,

And since you ask that I be blunt—

I, Etrigan ask if you wish to wed?

Be my bride, for now and evermore,

Bear my spawn, be my one true tart,

We will make love until you are sore,

And be bound together, 'til **** do us part.

The scarlet succubus stared at him in incredulity...and she could feel the weight of the oath the had made, and the terrible humor in his voice. Well did she know his appetites, but little did she suspect his dabbling with humans had led him to such perversions as...monogamy. Still, his chivalry was in place. He had given her the right to refuse...but Blaze knew that this was the lesser of evils.

Or at least she hoped.

"Very well, Etrigan," she said, soft and meek. "Free me, and I will be your bride. But don't think—" and her voice filled with iron and acid "—that I am some doll for amusement! If we be partners in marriage, we be partners in all things, and for every load you blow in my cunt I shall have my own in your ass, or down your throat, or burst upon your face!"

His grin widened. With the tips of his claws, he gently grabbed the protruding rod of metal and began to slowly withdraw it from the succubus's shaft.

My love, we have an understanding,

I agree to everything you say,

As a husband, I shall be demanding,

Up the ass—well, I like it that way!

One by one he cut her bonds, and sluggish did Blaze's power return to her limbs, as freedom was once more hers. Then with a wordless laugh her scooped her up in his arms...and squeezing her in a bearhug pressed his lips against hers, in the daintiest of kisses.

Lois Lane would return to find a ruined bed, the demon gone...and in hell, black bells chimed to mark the marriage of two champions of the damned.