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Red Winter

Chapter 2: Battling His Inner Demons

Kaleth and Bereft were flying high and moving quickly. They couldn't get away from Mathias' home quick enough. It didn't help that they were completely in the nude either. Not like either of them had time to think of public decency when they were escaping from a fucking mad woman!

“Bereft-" Kaleth started.

“Don't talk," Bereft snarled before forcing their mouth shut.

Kaleth felt those words like a stab to his heart. Bereft was mad at him. Not just mad, but aggrieved, and disappointed. Sure, the demon wasn't known for his approving nature, but this was so much more pointed.

What was I supposed to do? Kaleth tried to reason.

Kid! Don't talk to me, Bereft spat back at Kaleth.

I'm not a warrior like you Bereft, Kaleth continued despite Bereft's warnings. I…I'm not trained for combat. I just saw crosses and...and…

Kaleth tried to collect his thoughts, but his explanations and pleas felt hollow even to him. Deep down he knew this day would come; he knew he should have prepared.

So many hell mages get taken down so quickly. All those horror stories spoken in hushed tones about the fate of people like me. To suddenly be put on the spot and have all that danger become real was…I couldn't handle it.

There was a long pause while Bereft angled their flight pattern to Landon's apartment.

Bereft…

Is that supposed to make me feel bad for you? Bereft's words were caustic venom, his seething resentment no longer contained. You were going to get us KILLED, not just yourself, but me as well. You may have bigger nuts now, but fuck if you aren't just a weeping pussy. I was starting to think I could rely on you, that I could trust you to have my back, but that was too good to be true. It always fucking is. Now shut up, go cry in the little corner of your mind where I can't hear you, and let me take care of this myself.

Bereft, come on-

No kid, fuck you. I'll handle this on my own like I've done everything else.

Bereft, that's not fair-

I swear to fucking Christ, Kaleth! If you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to find a way to make you feel pain again.

Kaleth sniffed, tears stinging his eyes and not from the wind.

Okay…

You're still talking to me. Bereft added that last bit as a final punch and tears started to roll down Kaleth's muzzle. Bereft either didn't notice or didn't care. Either way, the thought didn't help stem the flow.

Kaleth kept to himself, trying to not think in Bereft's direction. Speaking to your vessel-mate was odd. The smallest thought could echo over to them clear as day. Though, Bereft could stop Kaleth from hearing his thoughts, so the dragon assumed it worked both ways.

Kaleth didn't utter another word to Bereft the entire flight, just taking moments to swipe his tears away. They eventually made it to the roof of Landon's apartment complex. The roof wasn't anything special. It had a shed for some grilling stuff and lawn furniture that had been tied down and put away for the winter months. A couple leaves rattled around the dragon's feet as he landed, the entire roof shuddering. Bereft kept quiet, his essence roiling in its own corner of their mind. Bereft went to the roof access and gripped the handle.

It jiggled and stayed locked.

Kaleth cowered back further into his mental corner as that raging essence threatened to explode. Bereft balled a fist and slammed on the door.

“LANDON! You WORTHLESS Piece of SHIT! OPEN THE GOD DAMNED DOOR!" Bereft roared.

There was a bang, a clattering of pans, and the sound of a potted plant shattering before they heard the bat make his way up to the roof access. Kaleth stepped them back just in time to dodge the door swinging open, sparing Landon a murderous outburst from Bereft.

The vampire bat was just as they left him, only cleaned up and not covered in cum. He was built like an off-season body builder and wore clothes that looked more fitting for a dad vacationing in Hawaii. He wore a wife beater under an open, short-sleeved, palm tree print, button down, and some wrangler jeans. He had a pair of sunglasses on his head. The vampire bat's upturned nose sniffed the cool fall air before bowing his head and getting out of Bereft's way as he stomped down into the makeshift penthouse.

“Where is Mathias' family?" Landon asked.

“Dead," Bereft spat back. “Now get your ass in gear and start packing. We need to shower up and be wheels up yesterday."

“Bereft, we can't," Kaleth started.

“Kid, I'm going to cut our tongue out if you keep talking."

“No, Bereft," Kaleth did the mental equivalent of gripping Bereft by the face and forcing him to look him in the eye. “You know what the protocol is for these kinds of events. All forms of transportation are going to be monitored, especially air travel."

“Then we need to grab Landon's car and get going," Bereft snarled.

“Bereft, we can't do that either," Kaleth had to keep Bereft from making a mistake. He may be the soldier out of the two, but he wasn't thinking straight. “If they locked down the convent with the county closures, that's the next place they'll look for answers."

“And you were registered there before by Tobias," Bereft put two and two together. “They'll have your real name and old contact information. That fucking bastard is still mocking us from beyond the fucking VOID!"

“And what do you think they'll do when they see that some stupid kid was homeless when he also owned a bunch of properties as a landlord?"

“They'll find out that Landon wasn't properly forgotten either," Bereft gritted his teeth and punched the wall, his fist tearing through a classy painting and breaking the drywall behind it. “Fuck!"

“Bereft, we have to find a place to lay low and think of a plan," Kaleth tried to reason.

“And what do you suggest, huh?!" Bereft snarled. “We can't go back to the convent, we can't go to your old shitty apartment or Landon's other properties, and we can't run. So what are you gunna suggest we do? Fight? We both saw how well that'll go!"

“What other option do we have?!"

Bereft snarled and went into the kitchen, grabbed a knife and gripped their tongue.

One more word and I'll cut the fucker out, Bereft warned as he poised the blade to sever their tongue.

Kaleth was shocked by the sudden outburst. Bereft wanted to hurt Kaleth. Make him feel betrayed and hurt like he was. Something in Kaleth's mind called to him. It was Alice…Mathias' wife and Chastity's mother. Kaleth felt her concern for Bereft. Through Alice's eyes, Kaleth could see that Bereft was acting out, and she knew how to handle a bratty teen.

Do it, Kaleth drew upon Alice's confidence she had over her daughter. I dare you to do it.

You know you want to be punished, Bereft snarled and moved the blade closer, the chill of serrated steel pressed against their tongue. You know it's your desire to be put in your fucking place for the stupid shit you pulled. I can cut it out.

Go on, Kaleth urged. What are you waiting for?

Bereft's hand shook, a single trickle of blood forming against that blade. Bereft cursed, his essence roaring as he took the knife and threw it, sinking it into the wall.

Kaleth had to fight the urge to shrink back, but Alice had dealt with bloody panties and raging hormones twice. Once with herself and then again with her daughter. A raging demon was nothing compared to a raging teen.

“I know I fucked up," Kaleth's voice hitched as he fought back tears. “I'm sorry, but being mad right now won't help us out of this." Kaleth leaned hard on Alice's confidence, projecting Chastity's image over Bereft. “You can punish me later, but for now we have to keep a level head and think rationally."

“Fuck you, Kaleth," Bereft snarled, but he was yielding to reason. There wasn't as much bite in his words. Though, he did see a vase on the counter and threw it, his essence calming at the shattering sound as water and flowers splattered the floor. “Then what do you suggest."

“I…well…" Alice wasn't the parent to look to in this situation, but a very different and unexpected sense of fatherhood came over Kaleth. Mathias' soul rolled through him. “We need to figure out exactly who we're dealing with first."

“And how the fuck do we do that, smart ass?" Bereft scoffed.

“Don't get smart with me missy," Kaleth let it slip before he slapped his hand over his mouth.

“What did you just-"

“Lorain," Kaleth blurted out, or rather the echoes of Mathias' soul did. “Her name is Sister Lorain. Mathias knew her."

Bereft was going to look deeper into that “missy" comment, but Kaleth slapped the memory of Lorain in the demon's face before he could.

“See," Kaleth urged him to focus on the memories. The last thing Bereft needed was Mathias scolding him from beyond the grave. “He knew her as this rising star in the DSC. She's the first woman to hold the title in the institution's history."

Bereft narrowed his eyes and pulled a magazine out of Mathias' memories. It was a current events issue from the Grand Diocese. A propaganda magazine to humanize and venerate the holy protectors of order, and that snow leopard was plastered all over the cover. Bereft flipped through a few pages, scanning the bits that Mathias had read, but most of her info was blank or blurred. The damned sexist-rat only looked at her pictures for the “eye candy" and not for her actual achievements. Mathias was a loving husband, but he still had a dick that he thought with sometimes.

Mathias knew of her, Bereft tossed the magazine, the mental image disappearing in a wave of smoke. But the rat-bastard didn't know who she really was. The only other memories are of him giving it to her in his spank-bank.

“But we have a name," Kaleth was just relived to have a civil conversation, or as civil as it could get with Bereft in these circumstances. He did bring up Mathias' “spank-bank" after all. “Sister Lorain Fiord of the DSC. We can look her up and get some info on her. See if she works alone, with a team, or if she has anyone we can take advantage of."

Her personal life and family information would be protected by the DSC, Bereft answered. Her family would be underground, or at least protected with false identities. Just like Mathias' records, hers are sealed until suspicion is found.

“There has to be something," Kaleth snapped his fingers and Landon came to his side. “Phone," Kaleth gave a single word command and Landon handed them his cell. Kaleth quickly punched in the combination and unlocked it, and Landon went back to packing up like Bereft had ordered him. He punched in Lorain's name and several articles popped up.

“Awards in demon slaying," Kaleth muttered and scrolled. “Spotless record. Forty-seven confirmed demon deaths…" Kaleth took a deep breath and calmed himself before clicking on a public bio of the snow leopard.

“Sister Lorain Fiord is a decorated DSC officer who has made a name for herself by weeding out corruption in the EC offices."

She what? Bereft came to look at the phone as well, their eyes a fluttering purple as they both looked at the article.

“Yeah," Kaleth continued. “She's famed for clearing out demon netting rings, like the one Tobias and Mathias were operating under. Ensuring safety and security inside the EC's ranks itself. Apparently the local diocese tried to bury the story, but she came forward and admitted to the corruption herself. Instead getting backlash, she actually improved the diocese's standing with the public as a rooter of corruption and a face of transparency."

“No one is that clean," Bereft growled and scrolled down further. “She's got to be hiding something."

“If she is, that's what the diocese buried," Kaleth shook their head. “If they want someone to be the face of justice and transparency-"

“They need to keep her image clean," Bereft growled.

Kaleth decided to take a different approach and drew upon Mathias' skills. A particular thought did occur to him. These operations were made public in the name of transparency. Were there any particular people she worked with consistently?

Kaleth pulled some records online of cleanup operations by the DSC and the officers involved. There wasn't much…until he saw something recurring in few of the records.

“This person's name comes up a few times," Kaleth highlighted the name. “Officer Berg, Yule Berg."

“Isn't Yule a chicks name?"

“It's a gender neutral name," Kaleth countered. “And they always call the male officers by their last names and the sisters by their first."

“That's odd, why?" Bereft's brow furrowed.

“Because, if the sisters' didn't take a vow of celibacy, they can get married and change their names." Kaleth explained, pulling from Mathias' memories. “It's easier on the paperwork."

“So, this guy works with them often?" Bereft pondered. “Maybe he isn't so clean, or maybe he's a handler."

Kaleth nodded in agreement before he copied and pasted the name into the search engine.

“Not much on him," Kaleth frowned. “Mostly his earlier stuff in the EC and how he specialized in communications. So how is he part of the DSC? I thought you had to kill a demon to get to that level."

“It says here that he was promoted from EC to DSC a few years before Lorain when he exorcised a brood nest." Bereft knit his brow. “A mentor maybe?"

“Not sure, but a lot of his public records end around the time that Lorain came into the office."

“But he's still listed as a DSC officer on her more recent missions," Bereft was starting to get frustrated as he cycled through a few pages and tabs confirming Officer Berg was on all of them. “How does this help us now?"

“This guy might be a lover or a friend that we could take advantage of," Kaleth suggested.

“Well, not to sound rude, but that's fucking stupid." Bereft rolled their eyes. “You watch too much TV if you think, just because they like working together, that they give a shit about one another."

“You must have had some people you worked with that you liked," Kaleth countered.

“I hated everyone I worked with."

Explains why you're such a joy, Kaleth kept the thought to himself.

“Why so quiet over there all of a sudden?" Bereft raised their brow. “We need to know more about Lorain if we're going to get away."

“No, we can't run from her," Kaleth put the phone down. “We're going to have to find a way to fight her."

“Well, I can't do that with you weighing me down by the fucking neck!" Bereft quipped.

“Then why don't you train me, or I can use Mathias' training or something," Kaleth argued.

“It's not as simple as sucking a soul and becoming a trained soldier," Bereft shot back. “You need to develop instincts and muscle memory. You can call upon those things if you're focusing and drawing from a soul in the moment, but if your knee jerk reaction is to pussy out and run, then your reaction will be to become a weeping pussy and fucking run! It takes time to develop those skills. Time we don't have. This bitch tore down the entire operation Tobias and Mathias built over several years in three days. She already knows what we look like and will only get more when she pulls your kinling records."

“Then we don't have time to argue," Kaleth tried to reason.

“You're right," Bereft spat back. “I should just take care of this shit myself and stop trying to talk sense to some hell-mage wanna be!"

“You said you'd make me a proper hell mage!" Kaleth shouted. His voice rang in the air as Bereft's essence shuddered, and then everything paused.

The lights flickered and Bereft's essence rippled and swelled. A lightbulb burst in the hall, the corridor leading outside shrouded itself in shadow. Two red lights formed in that dark entryway, a shadowy mist seeping into existence and coalescing into a familiar figure. Kaleth was just used to seeing it in the mirror and not projected outside of him.

A proper hell mage? Bereft asked.

The shadowy mass writhed, lashing into different shapes and swelling before stepping forward. When he stepped into the light, the metallic gleam of steely scales bled into reality. Massive foot paws stepped into reality as shadows curled off them, banished by the light. The looming figure sidestepped out of the hall and into the kitchen. More of his body was slowly revealed by the light, his powerful sculpted chest, massive pecs and brick-like abs. Shoulders so broad he had to sidestep through the halls. He gave a wet, guttural hiss as his crocodile face came into view, those red eyes and black sclera practically glowing. Red markings glowed into existence around his obliques and forearms. His head had no hair but spines that twitched in ferocity. His tail was long and armored, thick plates on the top with vicious spines that could tear flesh from bone. Between the armored plates, red light glowed, showing the power hidden beneath the armor. Thick thighs and powerful calves all supported by those massive, taloned, stompers.

Even the demon's dick looked vicious! The head was crowned in barbs, the underside a series of ridges leading to a thick and powerful knot and duo of heavy balls.

Kid, you really want to pull that shit now? The demon rumbled, leaning down and filling the drake's vision with that imposing bulk_. I promised I'd make you a proper hell mage, that was our contract, but do you really think I'm going to drop everything because you're throwing a fucking tantrum?_

The demon lifted his hand, the large mitt was thick and powerful, talon like claws on each of those fingers. He brought them to Kaleth's chin and forced him to look up, the feeling of his soul being touched making him do so.

Don't make me any angrier, he rumbled.

Holy shit, is this what Bereft really looks like? Kaleth's mind raced. Bereft was massive, power incarnate, a steel plated croc of a demon.

“Fuck…" Kaleth let the word slip.

Are you fucking turned on right now? Bereft's voice was coming from Kaleth's head, but the demon's lips moved to mirror them_. I should have known you were a monster fucker._ Bereft gave an angry hiss. Kaleth's face burned red.

“Wait…are you trying to intimidate me?" Kaleth shook his head.

I figured it would be easier to convince you if I wasn't just a voice in your head, the demon spoke.

“No," Kaleth's eyes narrowed. “You wanted to intimidate me. Why?"

Listen here you whiny little bitch, Bereft started.

“No," Kaleth dug in his heels and glared right into the eyes of his demon. Yes, his demon, his incredibly stacked, powerful demon. The one who was making his dick drip. “You wanted to stop me from demanding you do something…because you can't refuse." Kaleth put it together fast, his kinling instincts strong.

Bereft's red markings glowed with anger, heat radiating from them as he hissed.

Fuck you Kaleth! The demon slammed his fist down on the counter, but the only sound that came was the one coming from Kaleth's own fist smacking it.

“I don't want to make you, Bereft, but I will." Kaleth warned. “I know I fucked up today, but we both know what will happen if we get caught, and the easiest way to get captured is to run. I don't expect you to like it, but we have to work together or we're playing right into Lorain's hands. Most hell mages get caught because they aren't properly trained. Most of them fall because they argue with their demons and slip up. So I'm not going to argue, and I'm not going to fight. I'm going to tell you what we need to do."

That demon kept leaning in closer and closer, bearing his fangs and hellfire flames flickering out of his markings.

And what is that, 'Master'? Bereft spat the last word like it was an insult. It hurt, but Kaleth brushed it aside. Alice's instincts told Kaleth that Bereft was just lashing out again, trying to regain some semblance of control.

“We're going to have to fight," Kaleth stood his ground and glared into that demon's face. “You need to train me."

Bereft's face was locked in a silent snarl, but then it softened a bit, a twitch of a smile playing at the corners of his maw.

Okay then, 'Master', fine, Bereft narrowed his eyes. You wanna play hardball, let's play hardball. Bereft leaned back his muscular tail supporting him like a chair as he put his hands behind his head exposing his pits.

Do you know how hell mages obtain power? Bereft questioned.

“You know I don't," Kaleth frowned.

Yeah, I know you don't, Bereft chuckled. They get it by communing with demons, like the witches of old.

“You mean…like a witches' teat or something? To suckle on my soul? Like at the Salem witch trials?"

No, not like that, Bereft murred, his dick growing hard and flexing up to its bitch breaking size. By communing with their demons and taking their essence.

“You're fucking with me," Kaleth took a step back. “Come on now Bereft, be serious."

I am serious, 'Master,' Bereft gave a lusty hiss and flexed his dick. The thing had to be over two feet long and thick as a two-liters bottle, not even including his knot. I can't lie to you, remember. I promised. Hell mages commune with their demons and draw power from their essence. The process is very…primal.

“So your saying all hell mages fuck their demons," Kaleth glared at Bereft, scanning him for a tell.

Only the good ones, Bereft answered. And don't tell me you don't want to be fucked to pieces on my disco stick. Bereft flexed his cock and piercings flashed into existence. The Prince Albert on his cock tip was accompanied by a ladder of barbells that ran up the length of his dick accenting the ridges on its underside. Being a hell mage is hard work, and believe me, I want to give it to you HARD. Bereft accented that last part with a rumbling hiss.

“Wh-What if I want to top you?" Kaleth gulped. He felt the laughter from Bereft's essence before he heard it.

Kid, your little bussy is quivering at the thought of being rocked by my premium demon dick. Bereft smirked. And you know I can't make you feel pain…that is, unless you want to. Bereft took a bite out of the air, his teeth snapping together. The sound caused Kaleth's ass to clench.

“But…"

Come now Kid, Bereft glared down at him and spread his legs wider, his massive foot paws scraping against the tiled floors. You were always a little faggot who wanted a big man to come into his life and save you from your wretched existence. Well, here's your man. Not a man, but a demon, a demon that makes you drip and quiver. You didn't even like pussy until I showed you how good it was to fuck some bitch over. I bet the entire time you were thinking about how good it would feel to be that bitch. Then again, I'm in your head. I know I'd win that bet because I know you wish you could have been the skank I was making squeal.

“N-No…" Kaleth gulped realizing he was still very much naked and hard as steel.

Yesssss… Bereft hissed, his wet croc rumble accenting his words. You were a little fag who would have killed to kiss the soles of my feet, if you were given the chance. Hell, you'd have paid me for a chance to suck on my fucking socks.

It was true. Kaleth was forced back into his memories as Bereft clawed them out of his brain and slapped them in his mind's eye. There he was, the skinny little drake fingering himself on his living room couch as he watched porn on his phone. Some little twink was getting his ass railed by a massive alpha. That Kaleth gave whorish wines and girlish squeals. His little dicklet squirting cum over his face. In that moment, it wasn't his orgasm that was getting him off, but the feel of jets of hot cum slapping his face, wishing it was the alpha of his dreams.

That's right you little faggot, Bereft rumbled. Remember what you were without me? You were fucking nothing. A fagtard looking to get his pucker fucked, and without a womb to lure a real man to take interest in you. You're a little faggot simp, and now, you're going to show me some gratitude for making you into something slightly more than completely useless.

“You…you don't need to call me useless…" Kaleth felt the sting of those words, but as soon as he spoke, he knew he was wrong to draw attention to it.

Like I give a shit what you think, fagtard. Bereft chuckled and spat, that wad of hellish spit smacking Kaleth in the face with a wet slap. Besides, you love it. You act all big and tough when it's some chick with a pussy, but deep down you're just a sniveling coward looking to have a REAL man to take charge. To please his every need and desire regardless of how demeaning and fucking pathetic. Bereft grinned darkly, a couple of viper piercings flashing into existence on his lower lip. And a big strong demon like myself deserves compensation for his services. Does a little dumb bitch like you know what a demon like me deserves?

Did Bereft really spit on him? Kaleth wasn't listening as his mind raced. How? He was just a projection.

The answer came as a twinge of fear cracked over his jaw as Bereft's essence gripped his soul and forced him to look up.

Don't look away from me, shit lord. Bereft snarled, his eyes glowing in annoyance. A faggot like you should be gagging on my toes and gargling my cum like an obedient little fuck bucket. Do you know how infuriating it is when a little shit like you tries to lord over me? You know how much better I am than you, and it's made you hard thinking I'm your pet, but let's be honest. You're my fucking cock sock puppet, and you've been dying to be my little bitch.

Bereft was working over Kaleth's soul to inflict the pain and feelings that his projection was sending out. Bereft owned his soul and could do what he pleased with it…but Kaleth's desires had the last say.

“Stop it," Kaleth felt real fear, not pain of his soul, trickle through him. “Bereft, cut it out."

No, Bereft grinned and lifted one of his feet before pressing it on Kaleth's face. That thick sole and massive digits pressed down on him with a crushing weight. Deep down you're still that little fagtard who got himself duped out of his soul. You're still the little fucking shit lick who was going to defend the actions of his murderers. I'm the only reason you're alive today, and you've given me nothing but disrespect from the moment I've met you. Now kneel!

Bereft pushed down his foot, the pressure on Kaleth's soul intensifying and crumpling him down to his knees.

Further! Bereft snarled, and Kaleth was forced to the ground, his face pinned there with that massive foot grinding on his face.

That's right, know your place you filthy worm. I can feel how much you want this. You've wanted this more than anything for the longest time. To be a little house fag and get your ass raped by a man who doesn't give two-shits about you. Just imagine, you'd be sucking that Landon fucker's dick if I hadn't stepped in. That bat's horse cock is a pathetic toothpick compared to my bitch sticker, and you thought he was a fucking man? Your standards are so low, I bet you would have let some teenager use you like a cum dump. Some eighteen year-old punk using you like a sock they hide from their parents. A fucking embarrassment!

Bereft flexed his toe claws, the blades of those toes gripping into his soul and raking over it. It stung, but in a good way. Each claw raked across his back and neck sending screeching waves of pain down Kaleth's back. The waves rolled off into a stinging hum that tingled in his flesh like he was flogged before echoing into sparks of red-streaked pleasure.

“Bereft, Stop!" Kaleth tried to push back, but Bereft just stomped, pinning him harder. Kaleth's eight incher had never been so hard. The only time he ever came close to that feeling was when Mathias was eating out his ass while he busted into his wife. This though, was a different kind of intense. It was a deep seeded and programed need to submit, to shrink away, and to serve. His old self would have died for a man like Bereft, and his balls were aching with the reminder that this is what he truly wanted.

No, 'Master', you're a bad faggot and you want to be punished. You want to be put in your place. You almost got me killed today and you want me to hurt you. I know you want me to forgive you, but who could ever trust a little faggot like you. Bereft stood up, keeping Kaleth pinned under heel. It was short lived as Bereft slipped his tail under the dragon and forced him onto his back.

Kaleth saw stars, but then he saw nothing but the thick and powerful demon croc soles. Bereft was sitting back on his tail as he pressed his feet down on Kaleth's naked body. His demonic feet pining Kaleth down and grinding him against the floor.

That's it 'Master', Bereft hissed lustfully_. Give into your faggot desires and love on those soles. That's right, open your mouth._

There were perks to having a demon know all your buttons to push, and what your actions will be prior to you doing them. The way Bereft insulted, it was pointed and hurtful, but plucked at strings deep in Kaleth's loins. Kaleth parted his lips, his maw being forced open by those toes. They were huge digits. Each of those foot paws having four massive toes to worship, and two of them were filling Kaleth's maw, their claws threatening to cut his tonsils as he sucked and drooled on them. It was odd how they tasted, like sour fear and spicy hate. He wasn't really tasting them himself, it was his soul. He could feel how bereft was treating his most intimate of places, trampling on his soul like a doormat. Then he felt his dick be caressed by Bereft's other foot paw.

Kaleth shuddered, his dick slipping between those massive warm digits. That monstrous foot, easily able to crush his abdomen and claw his nuts out, was slowly stroking his dick, his toes gripping and pulling on that sensitive fag clit.

That's right, you little foot fag. Bereft rumbled. You think I didn't know? I know everything bout you. I know how you stole your older brother's socks when you were in high school to snort them. I know how you would take deep whiffs of the gym locker room and save the sent for your spank-bank later, so you could have the scent of a real man in your nose as you came all over your face. The way you creamed on your own fingers wishing they were the dicks of the men you saw on a video. You're a nasty, raunchy little faggot. Aren't you?

Kaleth groaned on those toes as they filled his mouth. His cock slipping between those powerful digits before they pressed down, the claws scratching his nuts gently. Just enough to itch, but not enough to cause pain. As much as Bereft wanted to crush Kaleth's nuts to jelly, it wasn't his Master's desire.

Say it, Bereft ordered through a dark snarl. I want to hear your confession between my toes as you lick over them. I want to feel your moans vibrating in my soles as you prostrate yourself like a little fuck toy for my amusement.

“imm..uh…lile thagckoth" Kaleth tried to say I'm a little faggot for Bereft, but his mouth was full of toes. Bereft murred darkly as a toe ring flashed into existence around one of the toes in Kaleth's mouth.

That's right, you little fagtard, Bereft rumbled and put his hands behind his head. Just imagine the real smell, thick and musky, the blood of a soul dripping between them from my most recent hunt. The foot rank thick and powerful with the smell of dirt and man. All for you to fucking gag on as you beg me for my table scraps and suck my cock. I had scores of fags gagging themselves for my pleasure. Bending over backward until they snapped in two just to please me. That's the life I gave up for your dumb ass, so be grateful you fucking faggot. Know you're a worthless simp for my pleasure. A sleeve for my essence to use, and a cask to ferment your soul for my consumption. You're my bitch, 'Master', and don't you FUCKING forget it.

Bereft pushed his feet down harder, his toes digging into Kaleth's muzzle as he drooled around them. Kaleth's cock was oozing pre, slicking those toes around him as bereft continued to belittle him from on the throne of his muscled tail. Bereft grabbed his dick with his massive hand, his powerful grip still not enough to fully encompass his girth as he started to stroke.

That's right, just like all the other fucking useless faggots in my wake. Worship me. Beg me to make you more. Sell your soul and life to me. You're nothing but a steppingstone, a doormat for my fucking feet, and a momentary lay. I'll use you up and fucking spit you out, you fucking faggot fuck trash!

Bereft was getting into it, his cock oozing pre as he slicked his palm with his own pleasure. His piercings glinting as they were covered in the demon's natural lube. The piercings adding a new layer to the pleasure as they tugged gently along with his strokes, the pleasure deep seeded in his spire as he continued to pleasure himself.

You'll get me souls, you'll gather me riches, you'll do anything for me. You're a slave to my desires as you've always been a slave to your betters. Learn your place! Beneath me! Beneath my fucking soles you little fucking faggot!

Bereft stroked harder, his cock swelling with his pleasure. Kaleth could feel his own toes twitching, flexing and fanning in sync with Bereft's as his demon master got close. The words stung, but they felt so true, and right at the same time. He wasn't Kaleth in that moment, he was his old self. He was a piece to be used by his betters and any pleasure he could bring this absolute stud of a beast, was the only reason and worth he had to his life.

That's right you faggot! Know your place! Submit to me! You're fucking mine! This world is MINE! Bereft gripped his dick as his barbs swelled, visibly flexing as if they were trying to dig deeper into some bitch before his prostate tightened and flexed. Glowing, lava-like cum shot from that tip, splattering his own feet and laying rope after rope of hot, potent demon essence over Kaleth.

Fuck yeah bitch! Take my essence you dumb fuck! Bereft milked his orgasm, his toes pushing down and pinning Kaleth as he did so. As soon as Bereft's orgasm began to fade, he stroked Kaleth's cock, the demonic essence now a lube on his dick.

Kaleth felt a warmth, a hellish heat from that essence as it sank into him. It welled up and burned inside him as it coiled in his prostate. His balls churned and dick leaped before he started to shoot his own load. He didn't even realize he was cumming until he felt it splatter his face. The pleasure and whole scene was too intense for his brain to process.

Kaleth suddenly felt the resistance on him disappear as he shot up, his cock still throbbing. Bereft had lifted his feet off of him.

“What the fuck Bereft," Kaleth gasped.

You loved it, Bereft's image didn't come closer, but Kaleth could feel the demon's tongue lull over his ear as he spoke. Faggot.

“I…I feel it…sort of." Kaleth moaned as that warm demonic essence rolled inside him as it kept his orgasm going, his legs flexing as it immediately shot out his dick.

“I…I don't feel any different though."

That's because it has nowhere to go, Master Hell Mage Ore, Bereft was laying the sarcasm on thick. I think you've forgotten one little, itty bitty, yet oh so important detail.

Bereft didn't waste any time on Kaleth giving an answer. Bereft's image lunged a hand forward, those claws sinking into his chest and grabbing something. Shadowy tendrils pulled through Bereft's claws as he yanked it back and opened his palm. In the center was a vial. A vial of blood with several glowing rings of holy light spiraling around it.

YOUR HELLS' BLOOD IS SEALED YOU DIP SHIT! Bereft roared before crushing his fist around the vial, the image disappearing in a puff of shadowy smoke. You gave your blood away to the Church and now you're worth fuck-all in the one thing you're supposed to be good at! The only real magic you can cast as a hell mage is basic spells and incantations. You normally wouldn't have been able to bind me if it weren't for Tobias botching up his ritual.

“I'm resourceful," Kaleth blushed, his face burning in embarrassment. “Do you remember when I got Mathias to come back to the convent?"

Yeah, and you fucked that up too because of your fuck piece Margret. Bereft snarled, his breath reeking of sulfur and brimstone. Or did you forget about that too, or how you ignored me when I told you not to involve her!

“Bereft, stop!" Kaleth snarled.

Hit a nerve there, did I? Bereft hissed. Well, that poor girl wouldn't be fighting for her life right now if it weren't for you and your dumb ass dick! Just like I used your dumb ass emotions to get you on your back and in the palm of my hand just now. Or a better, under my fucking heel.

Kaleth lunged at the demon, the demonic form vanishing in a puff of silvery smoke. He was like a foggy mirage that vanished in a cloud of laughing fog.

Consider this lesson one and two, Berefts voice mocked Kaleth from the shadows of his own mind.

“And what's that?" Kaleth took a few deep breaths, calming himself and channeling Alice like his life depended on it.

You've let your emotions get the better of you every time, Bereft explained. You need to know when to hold on and when to let go.

“That's rich, coming from you," Kaleth snarled.

“Lesson two," Bereft moved on, but not before flicking the dragon's nose, that slapping sting radiating through his soul. “Don't try to do shit when your Hells' Blood is bound."

Kaleth wanted to fight, but Alice was holding him back. She knew engaging would only make things worse. Kaleth took a deep breath and let it out slowly."

“Then what we need to do is clear," Kaleth sighed.

What's that, faggot? Bereft smirked, his essence curling in Kaleth's head.

“We have to unbind my blood," Kaleth was already sifting through Mathias' memories to see if he knew anything.

“And I know the first place to look," Kaleth smirked. “The EC office."