Ragazash, a demon guard

His name was Ragazash. He was a maradaic demon from the sixth plane of chaos. His being was made of chaos, potent and pure. His mind was made of chaos and hatred. His very existence was one huge hatred. He hated order. He hated life. He hated competition and competitors. He hated his rivals. He hated the light. He hated magic though he embraced it to satisfy his craving for destruction and disruption. And most of all he hated the human mage and conjurer who had called him down to this miserable place and who had bound him into service. Him, mighty Ragazash, who would crush his enemies beneath his feet, who would burn their blood and devour their souls. That puny mage had used a set of terrible spells and binding to enforce his will upon him, an outrageous act for which he'd kill the mage one day. But when this day would come was unclear. For now those magical bindings didn't permit him to act against the conjurer in any destructive fashion. In fact, he was bane sworn to guard the mage's chambers against any intruder.

He didn't know how long he had served as a guard. Time held no concept for one like him. He just stayed out of **** duty. He would have stayed to enforce his ****.

It all changed when he smelled her.

Slowly, step by step, Pursha ascended the stairs. The higher she got, the stronger was his call. 'Sixth or eight plane," Pursha thought, though she would have to directly see the demon creature above to be absolutely sure. His scent was strong and potent, though constricted by the limitations of his confines. However, Pursha didn't intend to rush headlong into this lethal opponent.

Eventually she came around the last curve of stairs and stopped beneath a carved stone arc. Ahead, some kind of receiption room led on to the private quarters. Spartan furniture decorated this room. A table, two chairs, a small chest of drawers with an onyx statuette of a shadowcat on top. From a coat hook dangled an elegant gown. Pursha eyed it closely and smiled. The demon lords were with her: She wouldn't have to investigate beyond this first room. Hoever, she still had to deal with that guardian demon.

A honey sweet smile on her face she turned to the waverin form of energy buzzing around just a few steps behind the landing. "Oh, my. Who do we have here?"

"C'mon close, and I'll show." His reply echoed in her mind. Even on the material plane demons had no need for sound for communication.

Pursha laughed. "Yeah, I'd imagine."

"What do you want, ****?" His question was potent with power and filled with rage. Obviously this demon wasn't all too fond of this situation.

"****?" She looked around haughtily. "I don't see any other **** but you. How is it to serve a puny mortal? Tell me, how do you like it?"

He roared. But his roar was pointless and mute as long as Pursha didn't breach the threspass line. Too bad she would have do so in order to get that cloak. Pursha's amusement turned to annoyance. "Listen, cousin. I'd like to discuss matters of chaos and your imprisonment with you, but I'm kinda in a hurry. Also, I'd like to refrain from annihilating you, just for thef freak luck of being bound for guarding at the wrong place at the wrong time. Just gimme that gown over there, and I'm gone."

The demon's rage rose to unheard of heights.

"Okay, this is silly. Sorry, I'll have to put you away. Nothing personal, see?" Pursha started to call down upon the mightiest of her magic spells.

"Wait!" The energetic wave stopped in the air.

"What?"

"Erm, I don't think this a good idea."

"How so?" The demon didn't reply at once. Pursha frowned. "If you have to tell me someting, please do so. Also... can't you stop wavering around in your pure form? This is making me nervous. We're on the material plane. Can't you present yourself somewhat more appropriately?"

"Rrraaaarrrrr!" A furious sound echoed through the reception chamber. In front of Pursha manifested a bizarre creature. His rump was that of a raging bull, just with his hooves being replaced by razor-sharp claws. His torso however was a wavering mass of quivering flesh and whirling tentacles. The mixture of beast and tentacle monster hinted to his maradiac origin. As most of his kind, he didn't have a head, but on his top some bulges appeared that could have gone for eyes and something slighty resembling a spout. Except for his dangerous tentacles, the most astonishing extremity was a huge erection between his bull's legs.

"My, we're quite well-endowed." Pursha couldn't help but lick her lips.

The bulges at his top turned towards her voice. "Come here. I'm waiting for you!"

"Hmm. Wanna mate with me?"

"Yeeaahhhh!" The eagerness of the demon was not to be missed.

Pursha pursed her lips. "Maybe we can arrange some kind of deal. I'll let you shove this huge rod into my folds and you look away for a second."

"Hmmm."

"Is that within the rules of your service?"

The Maradican didn't reply at once. His tentacles stopped whirling around. Obviously he had to contemplate this change of events. "He didn't say anything abour looking away."

"He didn't? Great!" Pursha exulted. "Then we have a deal?"

"Deal."