Indulging Demons

The Psychosphere was unmanned; the summons had been left to their own devices, idle or cautious as they tended to be. There were only two exceptions of note: both hid in John's sanctuary, both thought fervently of masturbation... but only one was aware that there were two.

Ahk had once again taken her place behind the small fountain, her red eye a glistening moon reflected on the jittering surface of water in the bowl of the drinking fountain. The Master--alluring, terrifying, clothed--was gone, but in his place was another of the females that infested this new, strange home... and Ahk vicariously enjoyed Lily’s self-pleasuring with soft, animal panting.

How long had Lily waited, idly touching herself with her face stuffed in the sheets of her Master? The cleric spirits ensured it smelled nothing like him, but still Lily imagined his scent infused them; she snorted neutral sheets for phantom essences that did nothing to satisfy her need, and slowly the sheets’ only scent came from perfuming lubricants of her demonic snatch as it dribbled out from and down tightly-pressed, crimson thighs. Her golden eyes glistened as she began to cry in her longing. How much longer would it take? What else did her Master want to do before she was at last in his mind? She had to compete with so much here... so much like what she had to face back in that place, unreal and half-remembered as it was...

She didn’t want to remember those bully succubi she worked alongside. She instead imagined the things she might long to do to John, the sorts of things she thought to do when a human was a victim instead of a lover… but no, no, too audacious, too bold, too selfish... and all too unbecoming of her station, now. She toned her fantasies down and imagined her humiliation and ****, a series of ugly treatments that she would endure at his hands… a humbling fantasy that she never could have tolerated before meeting John.

Her submission. Her longing. Her weakness before him. It ate at her very being as the true sickness of love: the want of the man, even if it meant a surrender no demon’s pride could tolerate. But what more could she hope for? She could not have him as a succubus is supposed to... and knowing that no demon ever could—because of his power, because of his destiny—was only a small relief to the petite fiend.

But without warning and all at once, Lily’s world had begun to change. The demon's body floated, unfurled, and aligned towards the earth... and the world of the Temple melted away into the world of Vantage in an inky, disturbing transition. All that made Lily’s mind race past the alien transition—the second time she had been summoned by John’s power—was the sight that greeted her: a pile of clothes or fabrics formed into a makeshift bed, the warped, illusion barrier version of the Bitter Nines’ home... and her master.

Her form felt light... powerful. He had done something to her, it seemed, and his eyes remained locked on some unseen character sheet floating over her head. She struggled to find words to express her excitement. Was this the place, then? Not that temple with all its distractions... but an illusion barrier? She saw no monsters to fight... so were they to finally...? Her excitement made her chest ache, and she barely managed to say, “M... Master-!”

... Before the world melted away again. She now stood on the pedestal in the temple foyer, her body no longer empowered as it was. She was left baffled, heartbroken, and feeling abandoned-

The world shifted again! Again her body was light and potent... and a small frown had crept onto her Master’s face. She dared not speak this time; did she aggravate him earlier?

“Grand Summon gives bonus health... but it doesn’t heal the damage done. I guess that was too much to hope for, but... with this, at least, maybe there’s something...”

He was instantly in front of her by way of his magic—such a shock to see it, every time!—and his finger had driven against Lily’s snatch in an eager search for her already-tender nub. She trembled at his touch... and another two points of health flew from her just as quickly.

The world melted. The world melted again, and again John was farther than his finger might touch her.

“It works!” John cheered with a pump of his fist. “It takes out the temporary HP first and... alright, we can do this.”

“D-Do what, Master?” But Lily was drooling in a daze as she barely managed even that. Her eyes wandered the outline of his armor as she imagined the body underneath. She herself was still quite naked, her pert handfuls of breasts bared without so much as a thought to cover them. If she wore anything, it was the thinnest sheen of her sweat as she began to work herself into a horny frenzy.

It wasn't until she remembered the last time she was in a barrier that she finally realized the bed might not be for her... and instead, they were here to farm yet more XP for her. "Ah... so you want to fight more... w-which is good," she eagerly corrected with a high note in her voice, "since your power grows with every-"

"We're not here to fight monsters."

"Ah… ah?" Her head leaned to the right as she eyed the pile of sheets again.

“We’re here because the time dilation will give us a lot of time together… alone… to do what you want to do.”

John's hesitation made the awkward moment stretch, and the Gamer shifted with surprising unease. "What I want to...?" Lily’s eyes slowly widened before they glittered too earnestly to doubt. “D-Does that mean… you’re really going to…?” Ravage her, put her to the dirt and fuck her, fill her with some kind of horrible half-demon babies like he seems to do with every other God-forsaken beast he lays with... but Lily doesn't say any of that, of course. But her barren, hellish womb twitched as if in anticipation all the same, and her trembling fingers rubbed that part of her torso with fear and delight.

John's expression wasn't particularly hungry, however... and it was clear that something was eating away at him. His face, so youthful and energetic just a few days ago, had grown dour... and for good reason, Lily accepted: things had indeed been turned upside-down for the aspiring young Extinction King! From a misbegotten ally to powerful forces on Earth to becoming an outcast, out here in reaches of the Dream Lily had never even heard of... there was an odd melancholy, or nostalgia, Lily somehow attached to that concept. But right now, all she wanted to do was wipe away that concerned face and- "I've been thinking about what you are... and the other examples I have on hand."

Lily's heart sank. "You have... other secretaries?" She had never thought any of the other slaves might have had her skillset; did any of them nap as deeply as she could? Construct a PowerPoint as thorough as hers? What if they knew Excel-?!

"Demons," John softly chuckled.

"Oh! Right..."

"I mean, between popular myth and what I’ve seen, it seems like they want power and control, maybe always by consuming something from other people... right?"

The welcoming of an academic lecture had finally shifted Lily's attention away from the heat of her groin. "Oh, well," Lily lectured as she put a finger to her chin, "demons are beings of... taking." She folded her arms as she nodded, satisfied with the description. "We want and need, just like humans and most beings... but we do not hesitate to satisfy those things. We also want and need more than most... and so we also take more than most. We are... creatures of acquisition! Unlike angels, who just... deny."

John's eyes narrowed at that, but he nodded as if to press her on. "Then what do you want to take from me?"

"M-Master, I... want..." What did she want? She wanted him to be... happy. Right? The answer was not clear in her heart... and so no command from John could make what came out of her mouth any clearer. "I... want lots of things from you, Master... your l-love," she choked out, another point of health flying off her maximum, "and... your flesh."

"If I was your ****, would you really want my love?"

"I would," Lily whispered, an excited squirt splattering her tightly-pressed, naked thighs, "and I would take it... I would take it until there was nothing left."

John swallowed hard at that.

"I-I'm sorry, Master! It's just that..."

"No, it's... I mean, that's what I'm getting at here. Fairy got her power. Yulie is... well, kind of a bitch, so I'm not keen on rewarding her. But you..." Lily looked up as John approached her with eyes saucer-wide. “You see, I was thinking about how to get around this ‘sickness’ of yours--love--and how it hurts you. I’ve got a few ideas, but I started thinking it has something to do with you betraying what you are. You want to give yourself to me… but your nature demands you take from me instead.”

Lily hesitated to nod. It didn’t seem wholly unreasonable… and indeed, that base want--that hunger--gnawed at her even now.

“So I'm... going to do whatever you want to do- within reason," John quickly corrected, his entire presentation awkward as he held up both index fingers. "S… you just have to be honest, tell me what you want to do, and we'll play it by ear from there."

"Master, I'm... I'm so..." Lily's emotions rolled and tripped over another, but one dominated... fear. Fear of upsetting John. Fear of asking for too much. But that would go against her direct orders, and so she was left... "... confused? I want to please my Master! So whatever you want is-"

"No." Lily stopped with a start, and John clarified, "I mean, I... appreciate that. That's how you've always been, weirdly enough... I mean, you’ve been dedicated to me in a way that doesn’t even make sense, despite that you used to have another master, despite your role with the Extinction Kings… and it all seems to be real, which is the craziest part. I mean, you can't lie to me, so...”

Lily simply stared at the growing pile of sheets, too awkward to know what to say.

“But you're still a demon, right?"

Lily took a moment to answer. "Yes," she curtly replied... and what a strange moment of doubt it was that slipped into that simple answer. Lily blinked as if confused by her own simple, true reply.

"So you want something just by your nature, and it's probably not to make a human feel good, huh?"

"Master, you're no mere human... but you're... right."

"I know you've been through a lot, too: sure, the experiments at Tricia's were one thing, but then the Order, now Vantage, and the constant waiting and watching... I know it couldn't have been easy. I don't even know how bad it was..."

Lily said nothing, but her golden eyes went to the floor. Her time at the Order was… confusing. It was meant to be painful, or so they had promised, but instead they had just...

Her memory of it was suddenly stunted as John approached anew, this time walking slowly as his hands went towards Lily's face. With glistening eyes she looked up to him; he was nearly a foot taller than her and larger than life, more powerful than she could have guessed, yet more ignorant than perhaps any Extinction King in existence. His gloved fingers daintily lifted her chin up.

Her throat swallowed audibly. His lips were warm. Her perspiration began to shimmer as her noisy, nostril exhales tickled her master's upper-lip. It was a gentle thing, not hungry like the kisses of the orgy or hesitant like their first foray into lovemaking... it was the kiss of a man that Lily now demanded take her virginity. He was so full of energy... and she hungered for him as a demon must, even as she loved him.

He broke the kiss to whisper, "So I want to reward you… and I also want to see what you really desire… as a succubus and as my…”

“****?”

“Partner,” John chastised.

“Mmmm!” Another three health points flew off her maximum at that.

John's smile was hesitant, even ****... and Lily's tightly-pressed thighs only helped to further emphasize the **** with which she squirted at this unseen face of her master. John released her face and took a step back, giving her room to finally breathe. She took greedy, loud sighs as she tried to cool herself off with fanning hands. “So… tell me what you want to do.”

“Oh! W-Well… ahem…” With a cheery smile and a nod of her head, she indicated the giant, makeshift bed John had just put together. “I want you to be happy," she carefully worded, "so please pin me down to this pile of sheets,” she chirped with upbeat emphasis, “and fuck me as hard as you want until you fill me up with cum!” John's smile revealed he'd like to do exactly that... and Lily's heart skipped at the realization. She really was desired. Even if love poisoned the entire thing, was this not a succubus' purpose? Her dream? Her calling?

“But forget about what I want to do, or how hard I want to fuck you…" A small noise chirped in Lily's throat at that. "What do you want to do? Right now?” John put his arms up as if to present himself. “Pretend for the moment that I’m the ****… and you’re the master.”

“M-Master?” But it was his command… and so Lily pretended: her mind washed over the armor-clad body before her, and her tongue darted out to moisten glistening lips. What she would do with a **** like this… well, she would consume him, cum, skin, blood and bones, until she had eaten every errant hair and lust in the teenager. She would ride him until he no longer existed... and with John being the Gamer, there were few banquets Lily could dare imagine eating that would better satisfy her hellish voracity. The sheer power she would have, the might that would fill her newfound body...

But the thought was still... unnatural to her. Why? Could she not even lust as a succubus must without failing? Was there anything at all she was good at?! She could hear the mocking laughs now. Tears began to well up in her eyes as the conflict roiled inside her heart. “I’ve… I’ve never been the master of… anything, Master,” she whimpered in an attempt to hide her conflict.

John, meanwhile, hadn't the slightest clue as to what the tears could mean. Maybe eagerness? Joy? Surely not sadness… “But you can still imagine, right? Pretend?”

“I… I can,” she breathed. The drooling from between her thighs intensified visibly; droplets of lubrication hit the floor with a gentle noise. Eagerness, John decided. “It’s just… I’m afraid of… imagining it…”

“Don’t imagine it, then. Until I say… it is so.” It was a weak premise: a consensual roleplay at best. But whatever John's worries about demons getting off on roleplay vanished as Lily visibly drooled at the enactment of this fantasy.

Lily tried to remember that stupid speech she was preparing in the bathroom back at the office. She had practiced it a dozen times! Why can't she remember a single word?! Something about... cockmilk? No, that can't be right! She shook with frustration at her own forgetfulness; she would just have to improvise. “... Stand still.”

John obeyed as strictly as he could. Just watching his body stiffen made Lily's clit sing.

“I… I am going to… hah… don’t move unless I… hah... move you…” Her commands were being panted now as she contemplated John's body; another two health vanished, but so far it seemed this was survivable. How much more stimulation she could endure remained to be seen… but her hands gently caressing John’s armor seemed innocuous enough. Her fingers slid over his armor lovingly, caressing every bit of his chest, ribs, and arms before squeezing his buttocks with a throaty, satisfied laugh.

She was objectifying him, which wasn't the worst John could imagine a demon doing. Her fingers continued to drift about his body as if to memorize his form until, with a hitch in her breath, she finally reached the latches of his armor and began to undo them.

“Do you want me to undress-”

“No,” she harshly whispered, her golden eyes locking onto John’s, “I… I will undress you.” Two latches came free… and her fingers stroked the skin underneath. “Because you’re... hah... mine now-!” Her body suddenly locked up as she pressed against his torso... and she shook, and her tail straightened and shook like an antenna, and her little horns twitched visibly as a self-inflicted orgasm wracked the succubus' tiny body.

Holy shit, she is way into it. The pressure in John’s pants advised that he wasn’t beyond enjoying this sight himself... but was this safe? What if they pushed it too far... could he be sure he wouldn't be distracted enough to forget to constantly check her health? His eyes glanced at that dwindling max HP… but it had only come down by three? For an orgasm? John felt like his theory was buoyed by this showing… but the danger was still there.

John’s thoughts grew distant as Lily’s hand slipped in to gently caress his right nipple underneath the leather breastplate. His armor was quickly unwinding; soon her hands had been joined by her arms as she snaked through the openings of his gear to half-hug, half-**** her master's body.

John Newman shook at the attention. He was immune to the lusty poison of her fluids... but the smell of her sweat mixed with the odor of her overactive crotch was alluring enough to reassure John that he more than had a handle on keeping Lily alive through this. He remained still as ordered... and soon, more by accident of Lily's invasion, his top had come off entirely to reveal the lean, slightly muscled frame of his body. He was growing slick with her groping now; her small breasts pressed against his as she began removing the remainder of his garb. Her black hair bore a sheen as she nuzzled up against his neck; he turned slightly to sniff at her hair and decided he liked her odor.

Lily's fingers teased at John's pubic hairs... but ultimately fled from them to continue tickling his inner thighs, his hips, and down to the sides of his knees as his pants slid down with her. His cock bobbed up, finally freed from its prison, but went ignored by Lily; she purposefully continued to look down lest she lose control. "Step," she commanded, and John lifted his feet in sequence as she discarded his pants and boots in a single toss. She rose to John's cock and twisted her head, letting the fleshy horns that crowned her face teasingly press and bend the turgid meat until she continued her rise. John's cock twitched as he felt it brush her nose, felt her serpentine tongue drag, drag... gods below, drag... up its monstrous length from base to tip, the rough texture of her tongue a welcome mutation as he shivered. He could feel the pleasure building... but he wasn't already about to come, was he?! He hadn’t even let his libido loose yet...

Lily continued to slide up his form, dragging her breasts and tongue up his body until she had risen to the tips of her toes... and with her fingers caressing the back of his head, pulled his face down as her tongue continued its six-inch length outside her mouth. It slithered between John's lips, dared him to bite it, and began encircling his twisting, receding tongue as he tried to process the bizarre sensation of having his mouth fucked by the demonic appendage. Her lips joined his, and her tongue transformed and shortened to continue teasing John without making him gag. Her thighs opened slightly to catch the head of his cock and squeeze it against her clit... and now both were on the verge of climax anew.

"John," she whispered against his mouth, timid and frightened as if she might be reprimanded for using his given name, "let me peer... into your desires."

John was not incapable of that; his immunity to mind reading was voluntary. But did he dare let her in...?

She's still my ****, and now I'm her only master. I can just order her to keep whatever she sees to herself... and then... He didn't need to break this little roleplay... and his angry hard-on stamped the final approval on the order. His hand drifted to the left as the paragon menu came up; with a tap, Paragon Mind expanded into a list of switches... and with a flick, mind reading immunity had been turned off for a single hour.

Lily uses Identify Desire on you.

Her presence in his mind was covert, but without the Game, John never would've so much as suspected it. But into his mind the demon had gone... and, presumably, dredged up whatever would satisfy his deepest sexual desires. John closed his eyes as he enjoyed Lily's kiss... and furrowed his brow as he felt her body change against him.