Infernal Pact
Infernal Pact
An erotic story © Daimont Silverfeather.
This story is a work of fiction and involves situations that are not suitable for underage readers. This contains adult material should be read by those only of mature age.
This story uses ideas and races as seen in the Dungeons and Dragons (Fourth edition) game. All DnD related material is copyrighted to Wizards of the Coast.
All original characters are copyright Daimont Silverfeather.
Alone.
That's all I ever was; alone.
I grew up alone, no parents or friends, no one to watch over me, orphanages didn't even want to take me I. Of course, who would want a creature like me, a dragonborn?
There was only one person that could take care of me, and that was myself.
I was alone, and because of that everyone thought I was also an easy target. Sometimes they were right; getting mugged or beaten was almost a regular thing, but when it came to those who thought they could have their way with me, they found a nasty surprise.
Still, being beaten and robbed, ganged up on and threatened, it got tiresome. It made me angry; my kind was supposed to be strong, but I wasn't. It wasn't fair; I deserved something out of all this, something for my pain and misery.
I wanted power.
Power to defend myself, power to earn respect, power to change my life the way I wanted.
Little did I know I would get my chance.
It was late one night, I was looking around for a place to stay and I found an abandoned library that would be perfect, and maybe I could work on my own reading since books were so rare to find.
While I explored the old structure and its contents I found a type of book I had never seen before, filled with information and notes on all sorts of strange creatures and rituals. At first I didn't understand what I was reading, but it fascinated me.
I must have spent days reading the ancient tome, and I finally understood what I was reading; the tome contained information on demons and rituals on summoning these creatures.
There was one in particular that interested me the most, it was a ritual to not only summon one of these creatures, but to develop a 'pact' with it; to have the creature give some of it's power to the one performing the ritual.
A pact. Just reading it made me shiver, it was enough to convince myself to try and perform this ritual; this was my chance to get what I wanted, and no risks would steer me away.
Finding the components for the ritual was easy since lifting minor things was a cinch; it was learning the strange words for the ritual that took the most time.
It felt like an eternity before I felt ready to perform the ritual.
The library had become my 'home', I lived and studied there, and it had an old cellar that I felt would be perfect for the ritual; no one would see me and that removed the risk of interrupting me. When I was ready, I headed down into the old cellar, closing the trap door behind me and started on my work.
The materials were simple, some chalk to draw with, candles and an assortment of strange plants and herbs: I lit the candles around the room, letting off a warm glow as I started to work on the magic circle. Consulting the book I used the chalk to draw a simple circle and the strange runic letters that went around it, completing it by placing the herbs around the outside.
With the circle complete, I was ready.
I was required to be naked for this, so removed my ragged clothing, letting my scarlet hide glow in the candle light as I kneeled down in the center of the circle. I closed my eyes and began to recite the strange words I had studied for so long, slowly mouthing each syllable as I spoke to the darkness around me. My heart started to race as I could smell an strange odor around me.
For a moment it didn't seem like anything happened, but I soon felt another presence near me. I opened my eyes and looked up, gasping out suddenly at what I saw.
I was no longer in the cellar but on what looked like a plateau in some fiery realm. Before me stood a tall, muscular creature that looked like some sort of minotaur; red fur covering his form and two long horns curved towards the back of his head, staring down at me with amber eyes. He was completely naked except for some golden bands on his arms and legs, and one around his massive length that made me shudder when I looked at it; it was nothing if not impressive.
He spoke a single work in a commanding voice in some unfamiliar language, I had no other urge but to obey; I lowered my head to him and got to my feet. He took hold of my hand in his own massive hand and led me towards an open area of the plateau where there was a flat stone that looked like some sort of alter, on top of it were several odd pieces of leather that were of the darkest black I had ever seen. We stood by the altar and the demon spoke another word, I just stood there and shivered as I watched the pile of leather start to move by some unseen force and come towards me.
A pair of cuffs slowly wrapped around my wrists, closing around slowly in their warm embrace, followed by what looked like a pair of sandals that wrapped around my feet, closing around my bare feet tightly as one last piece slipped around my neck, forming a tight collar. I could feel my heart racing as I started to breathe faster.
The demon seemed to chuckle before he gave another command, I walked to the altar and I laid down on it. The demon smirked as he watched me before there was a sudden flash, I jerked out in surprise only to discover that I couldn't move my limbs or my head anymore, the leather felt like they had fused with the rock, holding me down helpless.
In that moment, I knew what this demon was going to do, but unlike before I wasn't afraid or disgusted, now I was welcoming it.
The demon stood by as he looked me over with a satisfied look before he spoke a few more words; these I recognized as the same words I recited earlier. The golden bands he wore started to glow and his length started to grow erect, making me shiver and let out a small moan, starting to recite the words with him, growing anxious for what was to come.
The demon moved closer and climbed up onto the later, straddling his legs across my hips; his large, warm hands rubbing my scaly body. His touch made me moan out, I had never felt a touch like his before, so warm and soft, so...caring. I let out a small cry and panted out heavily, moaning as I started begging to him. I let out a small gasp as I felt something against my hips; I knew immediately what it was.
I was burning when I felt the tip of the demon's length press against my virgin hole; I must have been so wet, feeling how easily it pushed in, spreading me open slowly and sending wonderful sensations over me. I cried out again as I gasped and jerked, trying to press against him harder, the irresistible sensations flooding over me.
For a demon, he was surprisingly gentle; his massive hands held my hips down and he kept pushing into me, slowly going into me deeper and deeper, pulling out every so often only to thrust back in, his massive member rubbing against my sensitive walls. The sensations washed over me and I started to jerk and struggle helplessly, crying out to him for more. He started to rock against me, thrusting into me faster, pushing down against me as he started to move faster, getting rougher and harder.
Oh gods, the feelings were so wonderful. I was being dominated, and I didn't care, but I wanted more, I wanted to feel it, I wanted to be pushed over. I cried out loudly, begging as I thrashed and struggled. The demon laughed as he panted as well, I could feel his breath over me as he rubbed his body against mine, his warm breath flowing over me as he came up to my neck, nipping and sucking on it. I cried out again and jerked harder, closing my eyes as I pressed my body against his, rubbing my chest against his.
He whispered to me, a single command once again; he needed me to say something, the final word of the ritual. My gasped out, in all of the excitement I had nearly forgotten what it was. I struggled and moaned out as he tried to find my voice again, shuddering as the final word left my lips.
The demon laughed out again before I felt a warm sensation over us both, he pulled out of me slowly, making me cry out in fear like I had failed the final part of the ritual before he slammed into me again, the intense pain that flooded into me hit me hard and I screamed out as he pushed the final inch of his length and the ring into me. The feeling was so painful...so wonderful.
It was enough to push me over and my body jerked flailed as I came, hitting an orgasm so hard that I screamed out in pure ecstasy. I convulsed and squeezed down onto his length and he let out a massive roar as well and I could feel him cum and fill me, the warmth flooding inside and going through me.
It felt like it lasted an eternity, but it finally came to an end. I laid there, panting heavily in the afterglow, my whole body numb. The massive demon laid overtop of me, his warmth covering my form as I panted. I heard him chuckle and nip my neck again as he spoke, this time I understood the words. "My little pet."
I gasped before I fell into darkness, "Yes master."
When I came to, I was in the dim glow of candle light. I blinked, sitting up as I looked around; once again I was in cellar of the library in the middle of the chalk circle I drew moments ago. The candles still burning away and the plants that were around the circle had burned away to ash. I couldn't understand it, what had happened? Where was he?.
Something was odd, I never felt like this before. I stood up and walked over to a dusty mirror, taking a hand and wiped the grim away to look at myself. What I saw made me gasp as I stared at my reflection.
I still wore the cuffs, sandals and collar that had been attached, but whatever that was used to fasten them were gone, forming a solid piece of leather, blood red runes were inscribed along them.
When I started the ritual, I was naked, but now I wore dark colored robes, black with red trimming, underneath was leather armor, but there was something else. I slowly ran my hand down over my hips and towards my sex; I felt what seemed to be some sort of belt and a piece of metal covering me, like some kind of chastity device. I shivered but I couldn't help but smile; now I understood.
The ritual was complete; I had power coursing through my body from my new, infernal pact. The armor was a gift from my master to guard his new pet. This strange chastity belt and cuffs were so that he could take me whenever he desired, whether I wished it or not.
I smiled. Now I had what I always wanted.
I had power.
I was no longer alone.