New Sensations

The world is dark, empty, hollow. I look around in all directions but see only the absence of everything.

‘Hello!’ I call out, the void echoing my voice as if to mock me. “Hello!” I call out again. Still no answer.

A soft glow in the distance catches my eye, orange and red colours slowing blooming across the horizon as I walk towards the edge.

And before me I see it, the world... on fire.

———

Suddenly I awake with a start, my body jolting up right and into something incredibly soft.

“M-master?” The soft form whimpers, her yellow cat eyes staring into mine, her massive tits squished up against my chest, her hips lazily humping my engorged cock, trapped inside her warm, tight, wet hole.

“Where the hell am I!” I demand “What the fuc-“ I continue before suddenly her lips are locked around mine, kissing me deeply, tenderly. So different to before, almost lovingly.

She moans, her body quivering as she cums on my cock of her own accord, the thrill of being in trouble apparently pushing her over the edge.

“Y-you are at home” she stutters into my neck after breaking the kiss, “I handled everything... for you... my master” suddenly, I can feel something wet running down my chest, “I thought... I thought I was going to lose you” she sobbed into my shoulder, her body shaking.

Wait. Pause. I think, gathering myself. A second ago this bitch was trying to involve me in some evil plot to conquer the world, now she’s crying over me?

“H-hey... easy” I mumble, awkwardly. My hands come up and embrace her, holding her tight as she relaxes into my body. I swear I could FEEL her heart fluttering in her chest when I did that, my mind feels torn in two, part of me wants to comfort her, part of me wants to kill her all over again, my body feels hot and cold at the same time.

“Wanna tell me your name?” I ask, placing a kiss on her forehead, trying my best to put her at ease. She might be a totally evil demon that wants to fuck up the world and I feel so much hatred for that, but... at the end of the day she’s still a girl who’s crying and I can't help but feel like... like there's something now tying us both together in a complicated web.

“Azara, my name’s Azara, master” she whispers looking up into my eyes. I can’t quite place what’s going on, her eyes are so full of worry, and fear, and something just short of love, to feel such things coming from a demon... it doesn’t feel right, and yet it does at the same time.

“Okay... Azara. Just where the hell are we, and why are you calling me master, I thought it was gonna be the other way around” I ask, with a forceful tone, I need answers.

“Hush, my lord... hush” she begs, her shaking hands roaming over my form as her ministrations with my cock continue, “We are at the domicile of your family. In Helena’s room. Your mother has stepped out to get some things for you for your name day, your sister, Amanda, is in the living room downstairs. I told her I was your girlfriend, and that you fainted” the demon explains, biting her lip as an orgasm begins to rock her body.

Her head falls to my shoulder again as she almost convulses in pleasure in my lap, her soft rocking becoming erratic before calming down, her heavy breathing becoming more and more apparent.

It was then that I finally realised she was in a human form. Her skin had gone somewhat olive coloured, and her long silk black hair was tamed in straightened lengths down her back. Her eyes were still yellow cat eyes, but I guess that’s only when she’s with me. Her tail is gone as well, in fact the girl in my lap looks to be in her mid-twenties, from somewhere in the Middle East or India, most certainly not a life sucking demon. Hell, she looks positively sexy.

“Thank you, my lord” she whispers, suddenly looking abashed as she suppresses yet another orgasm, this time my back tenses and I grab her juicy thighs, feeling my cum fill her up.

“You can hear my thoughts? How?” I asked, more quietly

Suddenly she looks down, her bangs hanging over her eyes as she blushes deeply, covering her tits. Modesty? Really? I muse making her blush deepen to scarlet.

“Look... it’s not... uncommon for these sorts of things to backfire. Sometimes when... our ‘partners’ are especially strong, the ritual works a bit differently. Instead of me becoming your master... you became mine. I am now yours to do anything... and everything you want. B-but I hope to guide you through your growth... as a Royal Demon” she says softly as she looks up at me. "It was a surprise to be sure, but there is something inside you... a power I have not experienced before. I was... ill prepared for it"

“Royal Demon?” I ask confused, my head was starting to hurt.

“The Highest form of our kind, it goes Fiend, Lesser, Greater, Higher, Royal, and Prince. Royal Demon’s are incredibly rare, and require an incredibly strong host. And that’s... you” She explains as her hands tentatively run across your chest. “Because I am technically your creator, we have a unique bond” she adds as she takes your hand in hers, pressing them flat together, “I feel what you feel, I know what you know, I hear what you think, and know what you are going to do before you do it. It’s a unique bond, it’s supposed to make us more effective as mates, as companions, and over time you will have as deep a connection and understanding with me as I do with you”

I watch her closely as she explains, and true enough, slowly but surely like the coming dawn. Her thoughts, her feelings, everything bleeds into my mind simultaneously, only making my headache even worse, it was not a full understanding, more akin to when you know someone is telling the truth... almost similar to how I feel with Julia but not quite at that level yet.

“It... it will take you time to adjust. I can help you, teach you if you wish?” She whispered, her eyes still downcast. But I can hear it, her thoughts, her feelings. They’re so strange, like whispers in the back of my mind.

She’s afraid, afraid of my anger, or my reaction to her. And that is wrestling with her desire to never leave this bed, to stay here and be fucked by me for all eternity. Does she love me? I’m not sure, she is more attracted to me than most, she wants to help in a genuine way, with no ulterior motives. I can also... feel her regret? Maybe? Not over what she did, but perhaps how it played out. Strange though, of all these emotions, all these feelings, the feeling of loyalty to me emanating from her is immense, no, not intense... all encompassing, almost smothering.

“Ok... Azara...” I begin, as she looks up at me meekly through her bangs, “What do we do now? And what is going to happen to me.” I ask her plainly.

“Um...” she squirms, adjusting herself as my seed and her juices flow freely around my cock, staining the sheets. “Well, we should build your strength, as a Royal Demon of Lust, the only way to do that is sex, the more you fuck the more you grow” she shrugs, tentatively putting her hands to my chest and easing me back down.

Then slowly, her hips start moving, up and down, up and down. Slowly, sensually as she guides my hands up to her massive tits, guiding me to kneed them, massage them, tease them. And I can’t help it... I’m melting all over again.

“Your body... will grow tooooo” she moans biting her lip as her eyes water at the corners, “Stronger, faster, tougher, bigger” every word punctuated by the sloppy sounds of my cock in her overstretched pussy. “You’ll gain magic powers, the strength to make a new demon without a circle, to imbue your followers with power, to corrupt the souls of the righteous” her hand shoots up to her mouth, covering it as she moans, and tears flow freely down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry my lord, I’m sorry I have caused you such d-distress” she whimpers as she pleasures herself, “I... I don’t know what I did to be blessed so by meeting you, but I do... I feel blessed to have you as my lord and master” suddenly she lays forward, her head under my chin hiding her face, but I can feel it now. It wasn’t love, or even loyalty. This woman is devoted to me on every level now.

“Why are you crying?” I ask confused, stifling a groan of pleasure at the sensation of her warm wet slit stretched taught around my thick cock. So much has happened so fast, I don’t know what to make of everything.

“You keep asking yourself if I love you, I don’t, demons do not love as humans do” she explains as she rests her chin on my chest looking up at me through lidded eyes as she struggles to hold back her orgasm. “But I can tell it’s important to you that the people you share your time with... love you. And so... if you’ll have me... I would like to learn how to... master” she whimpers burying her face in my chest again as her moans grow into muffled squeals of pleasure.

“Azara!” I groan, grabbing her ass cheeks and bearing her hips down, smashing them into mine as I hilt myself in her, cum gushing into her.

“Master Daniel!” She whimpers daring to look me in the eye again.

I pant, breathless, watching her as she collects herself, neither of us noticing the figure in the doorway.

“I look foward to teaching you, Azara” I whisper to my demonic lover, feeling the cold air on my drenched cock as she slowly lifts herself off of me, cum gushing out around her destroyed pussy making her coo with delight.

Suddenly the door closes with a slight ‘click’ drawing the attention of Azara and I.

“We had an audience... my lord” Azara whispers as she snuggles against my chest, a cheeky grin on her face.

Amanda... Amanda wouldn’t have spied on me... would she?