Yes, with your help

You start to crawl away. Behind you, the demon is increasingly overwhelmed by the magical restraints, slowing his advance toward the wizard to a snail's pace. Both of them grunt from the exertion, the demon's more akin to a booming roar as he rages against the mystical bindings. None of them hold the advantage. For now, it's a stalemate.

The blast of wind from the summoning has thrown the study into a state of disarray. You clutch at a nearby leather-bound tome that must have fallen from one of the bookshelves, wrapping your fingers around the heavy volume as you start to rise to your feet.

Neither of them has noticed you, permitting you a moment to breathe and think. To the side is the doorway leading out of the room. Escape and freedom are only a few steps away; you could leave this all behind, long gone before either of them realized it. The cum churching inside your stomach still burns hotly, radiating a pleasant heat throughout your body. Licking your lips, tasting the salty tang of the fiend's musky effluence, you shudder, knowing that what you intend is insane.

Hefting the tome, you hurl it toward the wizard. The improvised projectile flutters open, tearing a few of the withered pages as it sails through the air, drawing his attention. Reflexively, he raises his robed arms to shield himself. Your former master's expression successively shifts from shock, then to disgust, then to fear. Pale-faced, he glances toward the scroll on the wall turning to ash before your eyes.

He doesn't have long to consider your second betrayal. The demon, having torn away the final remnants of the inscribed spell, strides forward and with a quick thrust has his taloned hand around the wizard's neck. Your focus is elsewhere: his cock is still hard and erect, seeming to throb more vigorously from the excitement of the struggle. Something inside you yearns to have your lips wrapped around its length again.

"At least one of you humans know their proper place." The wizard tries to form a response to the demon's taunt, but it ends in a strangled gurgle as he gasps for air, the demon's claw firmly tightening its grip. With his other hand, he makes a sweeping motion, inviting you to come closer. You stumble forward, forgetting your footing on the final step and starting fall. Catching you, he wraps his arm around you, pulling you to him. You feel his hand travel down toward your ass, playfully squeezing one of your firm cheeks before slipping a finger between the crack. With a yelp, lips forming an 'O', your back straightens, shot through with a sudden surge of electricity. Your knees suddenly feel weak, forcing you to rest your weight against his hand but it also pushes his finger deeper inside - you don't want to think where, even as you squirm.

"Ugh... whooooore." The wizard manages to snarl, expelling his hatred for you in a single, bile-filled breath, feet kicking the air. Hardly as if he could direct it at the demon in his state, and instead of feeling guilty only reinforces that you made the right decision.

"Eyes. On. Me. Foolish. Mortal." His voice rumbles. "I am Mar'aath, Demon of Lust, and my services come at a price you can not pay. However, there are other ways I can extract my fee." At those ominous words, the hand holding the wizard began to glow with an intense, infernal light. The light is cold, freezing, but Mar'aath's cum is keeping you warm.