He was by the demon

The Zaraq waddled awkwardly like a bird, shifting and positioning herself over his body. When she was satisfied, her loose cunt was hovering over Esau's cock, gently caressing his tip. She squated and straddled his hips, and his cock entered her. She let out a harsh crow squawk, her equivalent of a moan. Her feathers stood on end like goosebumps. It wasn't overly unpleasant for Esau, but her tightness left a lot to be desired. It even stung a little, like as if her fluids were a little acidic, but it left behind a warm pleasurable feeling, not dissimilar to a large spicy meal in the stomach, but in his cock instead. She leaned over his body with hers, letting her sagged tits dangle over his chest, and much to his uncomfort, she wrapped one of her talons around his neck lightly. He could feel the cold, sharp edges just ever so slightly, and if he could've moved he would've tensed and try to throw her off, but alas he couldn't. With her other talon she brushed her claws against his face, outlining his features, just like a mother admiring her son might do. She just stared at his face with her black eyes, slowly lifting and hitting her hips back down on his manhood. Occasionally she squawked so quietly it was barely audible, mindlessly drooling her acrid spit over his face. She was really drawing this out, eager to enjoy herself.

Sometimes she switched positions, riding him backwards or with one foot raised for example, and she just kept fucking Esau for hours on end. But she didn't let him cum. Every time she felt him on his apex, she slowed down or stopped completely, extremely amused with his internal struggles and desire to orgasm. She on the other hand let herself have several orgasms frequently, animalistically shuddering each time as her wetness leaked down and onto his thighs. Her grip on his neck tightened, just enough for him to still breathe but still enough to put him on edge. Esau didn't care that much however, he was more concerned over whether he would be allowed to cum or not, as it started to gnaw at his mind. The hours turned into more hours, and it was maddening. He begged wordlessly for her to let him cum, that he would do or give anything to know release. He pleaded, thinking his lamentations out loud in his head. He needed to cum so badly, even if it was to a vile creature like her. His balls swelled painfully with unreleased seed.

"Caw!" she answered, as if she read his mind. She accepted his offer, and with her free talon, she plunged it bloodlessly into his chest. Esau didn't feel pain, but he did feel as if a great and forbidden thing had happened. Her claws curled around something deep inside, and she pulled at the ingrained thing. Her hips slapped in tandem with the pulling, more and more and faster and faster, until both she and him were on the edge of what they wanted. With a final tug, she freed her talon from his chest, and Esau finally orgasmed with a scream of pleasureable release. The Zaraq frantically milked his cock, making the most of the opportunity. He orgasmed for longer and harder than he though himself capable of, shooting his massive built up load deep into her womb. She collapsed onto him, cooing softly to herself. He felt immensely satisfied...

...But also empty, as if he were missing something vital to his identity. The Zaraq eventually lifted herself up, and in her claws was a golden orb. He immediately recognised the thing: it was his soul. But for some strange reason he didn't miss it. It was quite liberating actually, being free from the responsibility of doing good.

The Zaraq eventually stood and waddled a few steps. She looked back one last time at Esau, and then beat her wings, shooting up and flying away into the distance. He felt himself suddenly able to move again, and he got up to his feet. He noticed he was different than before; no longer did he have a pink tone in his skin. It was all gray now. His eyes were empty of life, and he had a tail, but it was short and limp. From his brow poked out two tiny horns, barely an inch long.

He was a damned husk, empty of anything, lowlier than even an imp.

He wandered into the blasted hellscape, the memory and purpose of his former life forgotten forever, damned to wander aimlessly in hell for all eternity, seeking to feel something again.