Aftercare...and edging.

Simon’s mind finally returned to him thanks to the soothing voice of Miss Asmodaugh.

“Good boy. You can open your eyes now.”

Simon’s eyes slowly opened as he tried to figure out what happened. He was still on his feet though with how weak his legs felt, and he knew it was thanks to Miss Asmodaugh. One of the devil’s arms was still wrapped around him, and her hand on her other arm was gently caressing the top of his head and running her fingers through his hair. The petting made Simon feel content and safe, but he soon remembered why she was there in the first place.

Simon nervously looked down at his crotch to find his cock and balls were fully shaved, thankfully without a single cut or scratch. He also saw his erection had begun to shrink, but the reason why had him terrified. Blair was still kneeling in front of him, but one of her eyes was closed because her face was plastered by several ropes of white cum.

Simon’s panic returned, but he didn’t get a chance to apologize before his body got hit with searing pain. A red arcane rune grew on his pubic area right above his cock, burning his skin. The pain would have caused Simon to keel over had he not been held up, but the burning sensation thankfully did not last with the rune fading away. Simon was confused when he didn’t see any markings left behind given how much it hurt and as his mind was racing, Miss Asmodaugh casually spoke to her kneeling, cum-covered assistant.

“Collect a sperm sample, then wash up. I can finish up here.”

As Blair stood up, Simon finally apologized.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, but a heads up next time would be greatly appreciated.”

As Blair stepped out of the large shower, Simon was wondering what Blair meant by “next time” when a moan involuntarily escaped his lips. Both of Miss Asmodaugh’s hands were suddenly rubbing oil on his back, and Simon couldn’t help but close his eyes as he soaked in the feeling of her firm massage. He let out more soft moans as Miss Asmodaugh left no part of his back untouched.

After applying more of the soothing oil, the loving hands slid to Simon’s sides before lifting his arms. Simon turned his head toward Miss Asmodaugh only for the devil to turn his face away from her. After smoothing the oil over both of Simon’s arms, she pushed his arms forward with both of his palms resting on the shower wall. Simon opened his mouth only for Miss Asmodaugh to close it as her hands worked the oil over his smooth face. Miss Asmodaugh finally broke her silence with a whisper while her fingers caressed Simon’s jawline.

“A shave with an infernal blade is permanent, so you won’t have to worry about shaving this pretty face of yours ever again.”

Simon shivered as he felt like a piece of meat in the hands of the devil. The feeling only grew when Miss Asmodaugh’s hands slid down his neck to his pecs. Her teasing fingers traced two spirals over his chest, both of which ended with her fingertips pressing down on his nipples. Simon moved his hands down to protect his nipples only to be immediately chastised by Miss Asmodaugh.

“Hands.”

Simon reluctantly placed his hands back on the wall in front of him.

“Good boy.”

Miss Asmodaugh gently rolled Simon’s nipples in between her fingers causing the human fingers to desperately claw at the shower wall. The devil chuckled behind him before finally releasing him and sliding her hands down to his abs. As her fingers continued to slide down, Simon’s hope she would give some relief to his needy cock was quickly dashed as she instead slowly massaged his crotch on either side of his cock and balls. His hips’ attempts to move and get some more desired contact were only met by more chastisement after Miss Asmodaugh’s fingers retreated.

“Stay still.”

As Miss Asmodaugh squatted down behind him, Simon looked back to see her grab her bottle of oil.

“Face the wall.”

Simon reluctantly turned his head towards the wall while his eyes desperately tried to look down. He felt the devil's hands lift up his left foot and massage every inch of his sole and toes before doing the same to his right foot. With Miss Asmodaugh setting his foot back down, her hands methodically spread oil over the top of his feet before her fingers massaged their way up Simon’s calves.

Simon closed his eyes as his mind was caught in deja vu with fingers once again methodically working their way up his legs closer and closer to his needy cock. His shaft was denied again as Miss Asmondaugh’s fingers avoided his crotch by sliding around the top of his thighs onto his butt.

Simon let out a soft moan as his bottom was softly massaged. Miss Asmodaugh’s pleasant fingers were focusing on kneading and rubbing his ass cheeks for much longer than necessary, but Simon didn’t mind until he felt her pour oil directly over his asshole.

Simon let out a guttural moan of pleasure and confusion as he rose to his tiptoes and his erection grew even harder thanks to an oil-covered finger pushing into his virgin asshole. With the tip of Miss Asmodaugh’s finger gently pressing against Simon’s prostate, the devil’s free hand slowly petted the human’s bottom.

“Stay still. Feet fully on the ground, and STAY STILL.”

Simon quickly set his feet down off of his tiptoes, not wanting to anger the devil. His body shivered as the finger stretching his asshole slowly pushed in and out of his tight hole. Miss Asmodaugh’s other hand slid around to finally massage oil onto Simon’s crotch, starting with his balls.

Simon’s mouth hung open and a moan poured out as the devil’s fingers gently teased his now hairless balls. His shivering turned to shaking as Miss Asmodaugh slowly stood up, sliding her body against his oiled back until her lips found his right ear. With hands slowly fingering his asshole and carefully moving along his shaft at a tormentingly slow speed, the devil whispered to the tormented human.

“The spell I cast on you will prevent you from ejaculating. I will remove it before each of your sessions and reapply it right afterwards. You can still orgasm, but the spell will prevent you from being satisfied. The more you orgasm, the more your sperm will build up inside you, and the more **** you will become. I highly recommend you stick to edging so you don’t spend half the night furiously and uselessly masturbating.”

With Miss Asmodaugh’s finger pressing down harder on Simon’s prostate, the teen quickly nodded his head as his body tensed in preparation for his second orgasm of the day. Unfortunately for him, the fingers of Miss Asmodaugh quickly retreated away from his butt and his cock right before his pleasure peaked. Simon desperately whined as his climax slowly receded, and the devil behind him chuckled.

“I’ll give you a few minutes to calm down before we start with the “mundane” medical tests.”