The Demon Lord Emerges (Arialle POV)

Arialle woke with a start to a loud slam. She could see the flicker of flames from outside the tent, somehow larger than the burning corpses she had left before setting up camp last night. Now the door swung open again, letting a chill draft of air whistle into the tower. What was going on? She groaned, sat up and poked her head out of the tent flap.

"Mortal. You dare slaughter my pets and defile my tower with your presence?"

The voice seemed to echo in her head even after it finished. Looking around, the smouldering fires from the imps were gone. Instead, pillars of raging flame seemed to surround her tent in a pentagram, no doubt part of whatever dark ritual was going on in here. The quest hadn't mentioned this: maybe the old crone who had offered it to her had a grudge? Well, there was nothing for it. It was time to get out of here.

"Um, sorry! If you don't mind, Mr Nice Daemon Man, I'll just be on my way. I didn't realize I was defiling your ground! I just thought this was an old wizard's tower." She returned the tent to her inventory and crept to the door as quickly as she dared, only for it to slam in her face the moment she reached it.

"INSOLENCE! YOU DARE FLEE AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?"

"Sorry, sorry, I just figured you'd like me gone. I'll, uh, stay." She might as well: this was piquing her curiosity, and worse case she'd just respawn in town in a bit anyways. "Can I, uh, help you with something?"

As if in answer, a trapdoor on the other side of the room slammed open and the flames around her calmed, revealing a strong red glow coming from below. She paused. Did she really want to go down there?

"Stop wasting time. Come to me."

"Well, Ari, nothing for it," she muttered to herself. "You're never going to amount to anything if you don't take a few risks. You're an adventurer after all. This is an adventure. At least this is way more interesting than bashing a few imps." She slowly but determinedly walked over to the trap door then descended the rickety ladder into the room below.

The scene reminded her of her demonology class back at the temple of Enileve. It looked like this room had once been a basement, but now it was little more than a cave under the tower. A huge pentagram of fire surrounded a large, runed circle inscribed in what looked like dried blood on the floor. To one side, a cracked stone altar stood, covered in more raging fire. Where was the daemon?

"Don't be shy, little priestess. Step into the circle."

Well, there was nothing for it. She stepped in. The flames making up the pentagram seemed to calm somewhat, which was a good thing, right?

"Now, Arialle—"

"Wait, how do you know my name?"

"I know many things, little elf. Now, Arialle, would you like to make a deal"

Ari's mind raced. She had heard of this in her studies. Daemons would offer contracts to mortals, promising power and riches beyond measure. The books said there was always a price. The demons would trick you, usually ruining your life or even claiming your soul. However, she remembered some of the more... rare books she had found in the library at the nearby magic academy. Books that she wasn't supposed to have read. Books that suggested that some clever adventurers had managed to make deals with daemons which led to great power for reasonable or even favourable prices. Books that suggested that some daemonic contracts were almost helpful. She was a clever adventurer. She could do this.

"What sort of deal?"

"I can offer you many things, puny elf. Great riches..."

For the briefest instant, gold coins glittered around her.

"... Incredible powers..."

The flames roared high.

"... Otherworldly pleasure.""

A moan echoed through the cave.

Her mouth was dry. Was she really going to go through with this? She steeled her resolve. No more stupid towers full of imps. She could scale Imporne and challenge the great wyrm himself! "Well, I wouldn't mind some incredible powers. What are your terms, fiend?"

"Ah, ah, ah, minute one. First, prove your loyalty. Prove your dedication. Prove your ambition. Prove you are as ready to serve as you are to rule. Serve my lowest minion if you wish to behold my greatest power."

She was about to ask what that meant when suddenly the flames on the altar roared, then extinguished entirely. In their place sat an imp. A large imp, but an imp nonetheless. The thing was tiny, making even a halfling look giant in comparison. Well, one part of him wasn't, and it clearly was a him. He was lounging in such a way that his rather large member was on full display, and large it was indeed. It probably would've been fairly normal on a human or elf, but on the imp's wiry frame it looked positively massive. He seemed to smirk and beckon to her with his eyes, staring right into her own after slowly undressing her with his eyes. She gulped. Was she really going to do this?

She steeled herself and nodded slightly to calm her nerves. Of course a daemon wanted something like this from a priestess of a goddess of purity. No doubt one of their little games. But still, there were options. As long as she preserved her virginity her goddess wouldn't intervene. No doubt Enileve wouldn't approve of her making a daemonic contract, but she'd cross that bridge once she came to it, and she wasn't about to throw away these powers a moment earlier if she didn't have to. She took a cautious step forward, then another, until she was standing in front of the imp, his head barely reaching her stomach even while he was seated on the altar. He pointed one claw at the ground below her and she sank to her knees.

She reached out one hand timidly and gripped his cock, giving it a few timid strokes. The shaft was already slick with his precum, leaking slowly from the tip. She switched massaged the head with one hand while pumping another up and down the shaft, then looked up to the imp, as if for approval. She had no idea what she was doing. Is this what the voice wanted? Is this what the imp wanted?

His smirk broke in response, fanged mouth opening to reveal a long, thin tongue which licked his lips almost seductively as she continued to work his shaft. Suddenly, she shivered as he reached one claw to her cheek, dragging it slowly down her face, down her neck, and then across her shoulder. He wasn't putting enough pressure in it to cut her, and despite the warmth emanating from it she felt another shudder race through her body. She pumped his shaft harder, her hands now slick with the precum still leaking from his tip. The claw was now under the side of her robe, gently tugging it away. Getting the message, she let go of his cock and shrugged her shoulders to let her dress fall past her arms, revealing her perky, C-cup breasts. The claw had already started tracing its way back up her shoulder.

She shuddered again. This was almost... nice. If only her power didn't require her to refrain from these pleasures of the flesh. Well, technically this was okay, even though her superior priestesses would've frowned upon it, but what man wouldn't want more eventually? She realized that her eyes had fallen to stare at the imp's thick shaft. It was mesmerizing, glistening in the firelight. Before she realized what she was doing, she leaned forward and gave it an experimental lick.

She gave a shudder of pleasure. It tasted... good? Was it supposed to taste good? Her friends had complained about giving head, saying that it was something they did to keep their boyfriends happy (or, sometimes, higher level adventurers they had seduced to help them), but she couldn't imagine why. She gripped the shaft with one hand and gave the head another lick. Then another. Her mind grew foggy. It was getting hard to focus on anything other than the shaft in front of her. A popup flashed in the corner of her vision, but she mentally dismissed it. That could wait. For now, this was her world. The claw tangled its way into her hair, playing with a strand before scraping her scalp. She shivered in response. Then she felt a tug. Gentle, but insistent. Looking up, she saw the imp staring down at her. He didn't have to say a word: she knew what he wanted.

Keeping eye contact, she let his cockhead slip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as it sank in. She shuddered again. This was incredible. If she had known how good this was, she wouldn't have waited to do it to prove loyalty to some voice. She would've done it for free; the pleasure was reward enough. One of her hands started playing with the imp's huge sack. The other sunk to her crotch, pushing aside the folds of fabric and sinking two fingers into her cunt. Gods, she was drenched. She couldn't remember the last time she was this wet.

The claw in her hair gave another gentle tug. The imp's eyes seemed to bore through her own and down into her soul. She knew what to do. She pushed her head deeper. The shaft was halfway in now. Deeper. she felt it brush her throat. Deeper. She felt it enter her throat and tried her best not to gag. She felt her lips touch his balls. She had done it. Her other hand sunk down to massage her clit and she shuddered as she climaxed. How long had she been doing this? A minute? An hour? She could hardly tell.

She could feel another claw brush through her hair and then grab hold. Suddenly she felt a pull. He wanted her to move her head backwards. She could probably have **** her head away from his hands if she wanted to, but she wanted this. She needed this. She pulled back and then slammed down on his shaft again, shoving it back into her throat. And again. And again. Another popup blinked in the corner of her vision, but it could wait. She was beginning to get lightheaded and shivered as another orgasm wracked her body. The room darkened as the flames flickered low, and she blinked, then blinked again. Her lids felt heavy. She was struggling to keep her eyes open.

Suddenly she felt a great tug on her hair demanding, no, forcing her to sink all the way down to the base of his shaft again. Scarcely had she done so when she felt a warm liquid explode into her throat. It felt filling. It felt right. How had she waited this long to do this?

She heard a high-pitched cackle above her. No doubt the imp was pleased.

"Well done, little Arialle. You have proven your loyalty. Rest now, and then we may... negotiate."

Wait, she thought despite her hazy consciousness, another spurt of cum painting her throat. That voice wasn't deep. That was the high-pitched voice of an imp. And where were the flames? Wait, imps are supposed to be tricksters, aren't they?

Oh gods damn it

With that thought, Ari slumped to the ground, a popup blinking in front of her limp body.

You have fallen **** and there is no party member to revive you. Re-spawning in town in 10... 9... 8...

"Have a good time with your last customer? How much for a bit of fun with me then?" said a rough male voice.

The light was blinding. She was in an alley back in Redbark Village. Wait, why were her breasts so cold? She blushed and remembered her dress was half-off, rushing to dress herself again. Her robes were stained with dirt and... other things..., her face was drenched with saliva and flecks of cum, and her hair was a mess. She looked up to see a large warrior lecherously smirking at her from the road.

"What are you looking at?" she snapped, with a look that could boil water.

"Another day then, love?" He gave a smug wave and sidled away.

She fixed her hair and cleaned her robes as best as she could, stood up, stepped out of the alleyway and on to the street. As she walked, she checked the popups from earlier.

[This message is out of date] Warning! You have ingested a poison!

[This message is out of date] Warning! You are suffocating!

"Oh, GODS DAMN IT!" she yelled, eliciting more than a few confused glances from passersby. With that she stormed to the nearby adventurer's guild and slammed open the door.

"Hello? Yes, I'd like to place a bounty. You see, there's this old wizard's tower on Mt. Imporne. You know the place? Well there's a certain imp..."