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Dawn of Dusk - Part 1: Tavern Wench - Chapter 7a: A Devil of a time

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It was a dark and stormy night. Well, it was still evening, but the storm clouds were so dark it almost seemed to be night already. The next day was supposed to be beautiful, but for now the storm raged. The diviner had predicted that the storm clouds would disperse in the early morning and that we should have a pleasant day with crisp air. Compared to the almost unbearably hot and humid days of the previous week it promised to be nice day indeed. The merchant guild paid a diviner to predict the upcoming weather every day and for a copper piece his assistant would tell you the weather predictions or write them down on a piece of slate. The assistant was a rather handsome and charming feline who sometimes let me use alternate forms of payment when the day was slow or at least gave me a discount. We found that the copper coin for the weather prediction was a wise investment. We shared the forecast with our guests and a lot of our neighbors visited just to find out about the upcoming weather and drink a tankard of ale or three while chatting. For some it was a convenient excuse to visit our inn for a mug after work. I picked up the last mugs from the table of the group of mercenaries that had just left and carried them to the bar. It was to be my last chore for the day, my father and Myra would take care of the last few guests while I headed upstairs to spend a - hopefully pleasant - night with Murad the merchant. I didn't like him all that much, but he wasn't bad in bed and no other interesting guest had presented himself today. The door opened and slammed into the wall as a sudden gust of wind ripped it out of the hand of the visitor. Everybody turned to stare and a flash of lightning illuminated the sky around the dark outline of the visitor. The outline was tall and wide and ominously misshapen. Only moments later thunder shook the house. The ominous feeling deepened as the guest entered and closed the door behind himself. He turned around and pulled back the hood of his cloak. I almost dropped the mugs I was carrying when I saw him. A Demon! His head looked vaguely like a human's, but his skin was dark red, he had two horns and purple 'hair' that looked more like a hedgehog's spines than normal headfur. His eyes had vertical slits like a cat's and glowed with a greenish-yellow light. His hands had four fingers with long claws that looked sharp enough to carve wood. Of course, from his looks one couldn't be entirely certain that he was male (most of his body was still hidden under the loose cloak) but he had a definite male aura about him. He looked around for a moment and then he walked to one of the smaller tables set against the wall. He took off the wet cloak, hung it on a peg and sat down. Under the cloak he wore a simple shirt and breeches. Without the cloak he definitely looked male and very well muscled at that. A quick look at Myra told me all I needed to know, she seemed paralyzed with terror just at the sight of a demon. A few humiliating punishments had done wonders for her reliability and she did work hard, but she was much too chicken to deal with a guest like that. If she didn't pass out from sheer terror, she'd be so afraid to make a mistake or offend him, that she would do just that. And one don't want to offend a guest like that. If I had to chose, I'd rather offend a king than a demon. The king would punish me, maybe even kill me, but a demon could do much worse. I had no idea how powerful this demon was, but I wouldn't be surprised if he could burn down the inn with no more than a snap of his fingers. Even a lowly imp often had magical powers comparable to those of a fully trained wizard. A full demon was a lot more powerful than that. Demons were not all that common here, or at least they usually shifted into a more common form, rarely showing their true face. The kingdom of Irnqua was allied with the infernal powers but it did permitted the worship of the celestials as well, so long as they were not too obnoxious in their proselyting. I sighed, put the mugs on the bar for my father to take care of and approached our new guest. As I closed with him, I felt the aura of menace that surrounded him. I could also smell him now. His scent was strange, the first thing I noticed was the proverbial brimstone smell common to all infernals. But under that his scent was rather strange, reminding me more of a lizard than a human or fur. Steeling myself, I curtsied, "Good evening my lord. What can I do for you?" "Food, drink and then a bed for the night." It was a bit late for food and I knew that my mother was already closing the kitchen, but I certainly wasn't going to disappoint such an important and potentially dangerous guest and I was sure that my parents would not want that either. "What would you like to drink, my lord?" "Red wine. Bring me a bottle of your best wine." He grinned at me and added, "Wench." His grin was unsettling, terrifying and arousing at the same time. "Yes, my lord." From close up his skin looked almost like that of a snake. I curtsied again and left. My father had overheard our short conversation and was already unlocking the cupboard where he kept the good and expensive stuff. He handed me two bottles and a wine glass (we have some glasses, but they are quite expensive so we only use them for important guests, or at least the rich ones). I looked at what he had given me, thanked him and returned to our guest. "Here, my lord. This Gallycian wine is probably the best vintage we have. Or this here, if that's more to your liking, is a fire-wine from Tellaris. The fire-wine is heavily spiced with hot peppers and cloves and such." "Hm-mm. I'd like the fire-wine, lass." I put the bottle and glass on the table in front of him, "Here you are, my lord. Oh, sorry, I'll get the bottle opener." "No need for that, lass." He picked up the bottle, poked a claw into the cork and pulled it out. I had no idea how he managed that (not poking the claw into the cork, but pulling it out that way), but then a demon likely had more than a few tricks up his sleeve. He poured a bit of wine into the glass, swirled it around, smelled and tasted it. He looked at me for a moment and then smiled, "Hm-mm, not bad." I breathed a sigh of relief when he looked pleased. Then I asked, "What would you like to eat, my lord? We have a stew, we still have some of the lamb we roasted for lunch or you could have a cold meal, bread, sausage and cheese, that kind of thing." "What is in the stew?" "Chicken and bacon with vegetables and tubers. You get bread with it, of course." "And the roast?" "We roasted a big chunk of tender lamb for lunch today. There's a wine sauce with a bit of pepper in it. You get vegetables and tubers with it. If you want, we can fry up the tubers, I think they taste better that way." "Is the meat hot? I mean spiced?" "A little, but not very much." After a moment I added, "I'd have to check, but I think we have some dried dragon peppers left. If you like the food spicy, we can add some. My lord." "Hm-mm. Alright, bring me the roast. Lots of meat, some fried tubers, but I don't want too many vegetables. Add some crushed dragon peppers to the sauce and bring me a few to chew as well." "Yes, my lord. It will take a few minutes." "What about lodging?" "Just let me tell the kitchen to prepare your meal and then we can talk about lodging. If this is convenient for your lordship?" "Fine." He waved me away. I curtsied and hurried to the kitchen. As expected my mother was already cleaning the kitchen. I repeated the order to her. She looked at me, unhappy about having to get back to cooking at this time, "It's a bit late for warm food." "I know, but this guest is a demon. I don't think we want to offend him." She stared at me for a moment and then she nodded, "No we don't. See if you can find those peppers, they should be in the pantry on the left shelf." She put down the pot she was cleaning and hurried to the stove. I went to the pantry, and found the jar with the peppers after a short search. When I returned to the kitchen, my mother had assembled the meat and tubers on the plate and filled a small bowl with the wine sauce. She looked at the jar and ordered me to put most of the peppers in a separate bowl for our guest and put the rest on a board. When she had chopped up the peppers she stirred them into the sauce. Instead of putting it on the stove she fetched a small wand we kept for this purpose, pointed it at the food and activated it. Within moments the meal was steaming hot. We have this item for emergencies when an important and impatient patron wants a meal right away outside the regular hours but only use it rarely as recharging it is quite expensive. At least too expensive for regular use. She assembled the bread and butter, cheese and bacon and two pieces of sausage. I grabbed a tray, assembled the food and cutlery and returned to the taproom.

When I returned to the taproom, Myra was busying herself with the other guests. I knew her well enough that one look at the way she carried herself told me that she was terrified of our latest guest. I set down the tray and set the plates with the roast and the other foodstuffs in front of our latest guest and waited until he had taken the first few bites and indicated his approval before I fled again. I watched from the bar, but for the moment I had nothing else to do. My father said in a quiet voice, "Thank you for staying, Daisy. Make sure our infernal guest has everything he wants, Myra and I will take care of everything else." "I will, father, I know perfectly well what is at stake her." A sudden shiver ran down my spine as I remembered what I had to suffer to keep the baron's bastard from hurting me or my family even worse than he already hurt me. I prayed that it wouldn't come to that. A few deep breaths calmed me enough that I could force the memories from my mind. I couldn't help watching the demon. A part of me was scared of him. When I looked at him I felt tiny and powerless, like a feral squirrel might feel about a grown human. Unfortunately I couldn't just climb up a tree and watch him from safely from up there. But another part of me was attracted to him, his looks were strange, but the aura of male power that surrounded him made my lips twitch with anticipation. Praying to Lillith with him would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Of course, should I displeased him, that might quickly become true in a very literal sense.

I swallowed hard when the demon suddenly caught my eye and waved me over. I was both afraid and pleased that he wanted to talk to me. In any case I didn't dare to refuse and hurried over. "Do you need anything, My Lord?" I asked, a little anxiously, "Is the meal to your liking?" He popped a slice of meat into his mouth and chewed instead of answering right away and pointed at the chair at the table. I sat down quickly, almost like a marionette whose strings have been cut. His eyes met mine and I quickly looked away. He took his time chewing before he finally answered, "Yes, the food is fine. Not the best I've ever had, but not bad at all. I've had worse in fancy restaurants. And the company is better as well." He gave me a smile that made my knees feel weak enough that I was glad to be sitting. "Thank you, My Lord." "Do you have rooms to stay the night." "Yes, My Lord." "Are they any good?" "Well... My Lord, I guess that depends on what you're expecting. They aren't fancy, of course, but there is a big, sturdy bed with a soft mattress and clean sheets. We even have a mage cast wards against bugs and lice every now and then." "How much for your best room?" "Three silver for one night." "Good, I'll take it." "Of course, My Lord." I was about to get up to tell my father when I remembered that our best room was already taken. "Um-mm..." "Is there a problem?" "Well, our best room is already taken today." "And what if I insist?" "Um-mm... well, I am sure that we could convince that guest to switch rooms if we really had to, My Lord..." "But?" I swallowed, "Well, he is a fairly wealthy merchant and he visits us regularly. And he always stays in our best room. If we force him to use different room, it might anger him and he might stay at a different inn in the future. Losing his business would be bad for us." "I see. What about your second best room?" "That is free. The bed is just as good, My Lord, it's just a bit smaller and the view isn't quite as good." "How much is that room?" "Two silver and sixpence, My Lord." "Hmm, normally I don't settle for second best, but maybe I could be convinced." He looked past me and went on, "Maybe if that cute little blonde warmed the sheets for me. Well?" "I doubt that she'll agree, she has a boyfriend and doesn't cheat on him." "So she would refuse me?" "Probably not, she would desperately want to refuse, but she would likely be much too scared to refuse if you asked her directly." "So, do you have a better idea?" The demon's aura affected me more strongly with every moment, frighteningly full of malice one second and deliciously male the next. I swallowed hard, torn between terror and lust. Finally I pulled out the lily pendant I wore around my neck and let if rest above my heart where he could see it. "Lillith? So I take it you want to warm my sheets?" I nodded mutely, unable to speak for the moment. Well, it was an indecisive nod, indicating both eagerness as well as reluctance. "And you are not afraid of me?" His eyes seemed to grow larger and the fire in them hotter. I had to swallow a few times before I could answer, "No, Sir, I mean I am afraid and I am terrified of what you could do to me, but I'm not scared shit-less. Which could make a big difference how pleasant or disgusting the night would be, if you get my drift." His eyes seemed to bore even deeper into mine for a moment and then he suddenly laughed. It was a deep and resonant laugh, full of mirth but with a dark edge to it, "That was a good one, I like it." Suddenly the aura of fear he gave off receded a little and I could breathe easier. After a moment he went on, "Still, you have to admit that she's a lot prettier than you. At least she looks like a real girl." Here he cupped his hands, indicating the pair of Myra's assets he apparently found most interesting. "Are you even a girl?" I bristled at that and glared at him and only barely managed not to let him feel my claws. Fortunately my anger seemed to amuse rather than anger him. I managed not to snarl, but the anger in my voice was plain to hear, "I'm a female and a proud follower of Lillith. I may not have big tits, but everything I have works perfectly fine. And I got a very nice tail, thank you very much." "A nice tail? Really?" "Yes, plenty of males have told me so. And some females as well." "Really? They probably just told you that to get in your pants." "And what is wrong with that? Most of them said the same thing in the morning, too. The others praised it even more afterwards." "Probably only wanted to get in your pants again." I couldn't say why I felt so angry about his teasing, but I did, "Damn right! Which should tell you something, demon boy!" He laughed again and chuckled, "Well, if nothing else, you got spunk. So you want to play, little rodent gal?" "Always." His grin widened and turned positively evil, "Did you know that I am a great-grandson of Domm?" "Really?" "Really. Well, there's a couple more 'grands' in there, but otherwise yes." I swallowed hard, while I had not expected this to be fun, or more like only fun, submitting to a follower of Domm was another matter. Still, while I did not really think any more that he would really kill us or do anything extremely bad to us, should I refuse him, I didn't want to risk it. Or, as much as she angered me sometimes, inflict this on Myra. He went on, "So, my little tree-rat, do you follow Lirriel as well as Lillith?" "Only rarely, only when I have to. Most of the time I enjoyed the experience, but it has also been utterly horrible. I don't like pain, it doesn't do much for me." He grinned at me, "I can promise you this," here he paused for a moment before he went on, "there will be pain. Lots of pain." I almost answered, "Good." because after the beginning of his sentence I had expected him to promise no or little pain. Instead I just looked at him, unsure of what to say. "But if you're a good little pet there will also be pleasure. Perhaps a lot." His eyes dropped down and suddenly I could feel them staring at my crotch, even through the tabletop, not just staring, it almost felt as if he was touching me down there and a sudden shiver of lust ran up my spine. My breath caught and suddenly my heart thundered in my chest. After a few moments he looked at my face again and my desire ebbed a little. He stared at me for a long while before he finally asked, "So, my little rodent gal, would you like to be my pet for the night? No, let's say for a full day?" I thought about it for a moment, but it didn't take me long to make up my mind. I was afraid of what he might do to me, but then he had offered to make me his 'pet', which was a huge load off my mind. As long as he treated me as a 'pet', he could cause me pain, but he would feel honor bound not to hurt me badly or maim me. Of course, he probably had powerful magic and healing spells, which would allow him to go quite far as long as he patched me up later. Also, as a follower of Lillith, I felt that I had to take this chance and see what it was like to be with a demon, and a very male one at that. Finally, doing this would make sure that he would not hurt my parents or other guests. I lowered my head a little and answered in my most deferential voice, "Yes, Master." He considered me for a long moment, "Though... I am still not sure I actually want you. That little blonde is much prettier than you. Still, you asked and I should at least give you a chance to convince me." For a moment I was tempted to protest, he had clearly asked and I had agreed, by all accounts we already had a deal. On the other paw, if I was already his pet, then I had best play along, it was certainly not that unusual for the master to require his pet to 'seduce' him, even if they both knew where they were headed. I stretched to show off my chest to its best effect, smiled at him and leaned closer. He held up one paw to indicate that I shouldn't get closer to him, "I'm still eating. Show me what you got." "Yes, Master." I got up, stretched and began to dance slowly, raising my tail as I moved around. I looked at him every now and then but his face didn't show much. "You wear pretty clothes, but they are not what I am interested in." So he wanted me to strip and show off everything I had in public. While I wasn't particularly fond of doing that, it would not be the first time, and likely not the last. I continued my slow dance movements and began to unlace my shirt. Eventually it was opened completely and I stopped, facing the demon. I brought my arms together behind my arched back, pulled at the sleeves, slowly revealing my breasts as I did so. Then I shrugged my shoulders and let the shirt slide off along my arms. I caught it, so it wouldn't get dirty, folded it up and dropped it on the nearest table. I resumed my slow dance, mostly keeping my rear towards him, but turning enough now and then to let him see a breast. While I did that I slowly pulled up my skirt until it was bunched up at the belt and he could see my whole rear end. I opened the belt buckle and took off the skirt and threw it on the table. I turned to show him my front and then resumed the dance. I could feel his eyes on me now and the feeling of interest and lust I felt flowing from him to me got stronger with every moment. I wasn't sure if he was extending his aura deliberately or if he was getting aroused by my efforts. Whatever the reason, it certainly aroused me. My movements became faster, more sure and more willing to show off everything I had. I spread my legs, bent over, lifted one leg high to show him my open flower and the like. With each moment I wanted him more and more. His face was hard to read, but I thought that I could detect the faintest hints of a lusty smile. That only spurred me to try harder. I began to play with myself, I squeezed my breasts, spread the petals of my flower for him. I imagined that it was his hands touching my naked body, not mine. And I began to really feel it, not always, but there were flashes where I really believed that it was his hands touching me, not mine. I squeaked suddenly, completely surprised when my own paws suddenly pinched my nipples so hard that it hurt. I stared at my master, but if he had actually influenced me, he didn't show anything. I resumed my play and the arousing feeling of my master's eyes on me grew stronger and stronger. But not only that, I suddenly became intensely, almost painfully aware that all the other guests were watching me as well. And that most if not all of them were lusting after me, and suddenly my nudity and the lewd show I put on for them embarrassed me. I began to blush furiously. The shame suddenly became so strong that I almost stopped and covered myself but then I realized that my master wanted me to continue. That I had to pretend not to notice and show off myself not just to him but to everybody. And so I did. And I found that a part of me delighted in the lusty stares directed at me and at their eyes following every move of my body and fingers. It turned me on and made me feel delightfully wicked. But another part of me felt more humiliated than I had ever felt. For the life of me I couldn't tell if I was doing this just because I felt that my master wanted it, if he was influencing me directly or if his presence and attention aroused me so much, or if it was just me. I got hotter and hotter. I began to pant, moans and other sounds of arousal escaped my lips. I licked the juices of my arousal from my fingers and my own taste excited me further. Slowly but surely I got closer to a climax, I could feel it building deep in my belly. I felt myself start to slip and slide over the edge, but a sudden, "Stop!" from my master hit me like a bucket of cold water. I froze, my right leg propped up on a table, my left paw squeezed my breast while the fingers of the right touched my wet and puffed petals. Afterwards I couldn't tell how long I stood like this, a second or a bell. Eventually the moment ended and I turned to my master, paws still touching my privates. I had not seen him move, but he now sat on a chair in full view of the room, not behind the table where he had eaten. I looked at his face for only a tiny moment before I lowered my head. I could feel his gaze on me and realized that the moment of truth had come, the moment when he judged me worthy to serve him or not. My heart thundered in my chest while my sex continued to burn and itch with arousal. I have no idea how long I stood there before he gave his judgment. "You may serve me, little rodent." A spike of lust stabbed me between the legs so hard I couldn't breathe for a moment. Then I got down on my knees and leaned forward and kissed his feet. I had no idea why I did that, but it felt so right it was impossible to do anything else. I kept that position, my muzzle inches from his feet (he didn't wear shoes) while I became intensely aware of the view all the other patrons enjoyed. My legs were spread wide, my rump raised as was my tail. It felt as if those looking hard at my sex could see my tonsils. "Look at me." I raised my head but otherwise kept my position. He gestured and spoke several words I could not quite make out and then a glowing circle began to form in the air between his hands. The dark red glow of the circle reminded me of embers and I could actually feel heat come off it. "Will you submit to me? Will you wear my collar?" Suddenly I realized that I would be completely at his mercy. That the 'collar' was not just a symbol of submission, but a magical construct that would enforce my submission. Once I wore it, he would be able to do whatever he wanted with and to me. Granted, in some ways it didn't make much difference, he was likely powerful enough to force his will on me anyway, but it still made a huge difference. "Yes, Master. I submit myself to you. Please allow me to wear your collar." At a small gesture from him I raised my body and scooted closer. He raised the glowing circle over my head and then lowered it slowly. It took everything I had not to flinch from the heat. When the collar was level with my throat he released it and it contracted slowly until it fit snugly. It felt hot enough to sear my flesh and at the same time only pleasantly warm. And it was tight, not so tight that I had trouble breathing, but enough that I could not forget the presence. "Thank you, Master."

The demon grinned down at me. I shivered, his glowing eyes seemed to look directly into my soul. The total helplessness I felt before him terrified and aroused me. He gestured for me to stand up and I did, feeling almost like a marionette, jerked up by her strings. His strong hands grabbed me and a moment later I was lying across his knees. I lifted my tail out of the way when a claw touched the base of my tail and spread my legs wide when he touched the insides of my thighs. He squeezed my buttocks and lifted the hand away. The slap sounded like thunder in the silence. I squeaked loudly when the pain hit me a moment later and only then did I realize that he had slapped my ass. His hand rested on the burning skin on my rump for a moment and then one of his fingers brushed over the wet lips between my legs. Suddenly my cunt burned as hot as my ass, only with arousal, not pain. A moment later his hand lifted again, leaving behind an unwelcome emptiness. "If you want more, you'll have to beg." I couldn't tell if he had spoken in my mind or projected his voice, but I was certain that nobody else had heard that. I also realized that the chair he sat on had changed position again. When he first put me over his knees, my body had been parallel to the wall, now I suddenly faced the wall at an angle, which meant that my rear pointed towards the spectators. For a moment I was torn, the stroke his hand had delivered to my rear had hurt badly and my ass still burned. But at the same time the touch of his finger had felt so wonderful. My desire won out (and the certainty that he wanted this) and I begged, "I want to feel your touch. Please spank me, Master." His hand came down hard and I squealed once more. The squeak began full of pain and almost turned into a moan of pleasure towards the end. I could not breathe for a moment and then I begged, "Please, Master." His hand came down again. I have no idea how long this went on, the spanking seemed to last forever and yet it was also over much too soon. Sometimes he hit me so hard that I screamed at the top of my lungs, sometimes it was painful but bearable. At times his fingers gave me such pleasure that I almost came, at other times I barely felt it. But the lust was always there. At first only the lust moved my lips to beg for more, but slowly it became an obsession and by the end I could not have said if I craved the pain or the pleasure more. If there was in fact any difference between the two. His hand lifted from my rump and before I could beg for more he picked me up and put me on my feet so that I stood facing him. I almost sobbed with loss at the sudden end of our game. "Innkeeper!" It took a moment for my father to answer, "Yes, my Lord?" "A toast for my lovely pet here. Serve a shot of your best hooch to whoever wants one." That got a big applause from everyone. "Yes, my Lord." "Pet, you will serve the shots." "Yes, Master." "Pick up one shot, present your rear to the person you are serving it to and serve it once he has slapped both of your cheeks. If you spill anything, get a new shot and try again." "Yes, Master." He waved me away and I turned around and approached my father who had began to fill the thimbles with hard peach liqueur. I picked up one and walked over to the first table. Suddenly I became intensely aware of my nudity, how visibly aroused I was (my thighs glistened and my nipples felt hard enough to cut glass with), and how bright red my ass must have looked. I almost stopped, but then I got myself under control. I stopped in front of the first patron, turned around and bent forward to present my rear end to him and waited. After a few moments he slapped my left cheek lightly and then the right cheek. I turned around, thanked him and put the thimble on the table in front of him. Then I returned to the bar to pick up the next. The fifth male found the (very likely intentional) loophole in my master's command. I had to let him spank both cheeks before I was to serve him, but my master had not limited that to one slap on each cheek. He hit my right cheek five times, each time pretending to have aimed for the left but missed before he finally got it right and I was allowed to give him the hooch. Most of the guests must have felt sorry for me, because they did not hit me all that hard, but two tried their hardest to get me to spill the drink by hitting me as hard as they could. Thankfully neither gave me more than one slap per cheek and I barely managed to hold still. I had just picked up the last thimble, to serve to my master when he asked, "Innkeeper, won't you join us? Or you, wench?" The last was directed towards Myra. My father gave me a pained look but then he smiled at the demon, "Of course, my Lord." and filled two more thimbles. I walked around to the end of the bar and presented my rear to my father, He managed two slaps that somehow managed to sound quite loud without hurting much. Myra grinned widely when I approached her. We were best of friends, but the punishments she had to suffer at my paw before she mended her unreliable ways had left their mark and she quite obviously enjoyed this chance at payback. She put a lot into the slaps, but thankfully she wasn't nearly as strong as the males so that it didn't hurt too badly. And then it was time to serve my master. He delivered two thunderous and enormously painful slaps to my poor backside. I don't know how I managed not to spill his drink. Once he had his drink, my master, who sat with his legs wide apart, told me to kneel and guided my head to a spot only inches from his crotch. I shivered when I saw the huge bulge in his pants, from lust as well as trepidation. His strange lizard-like scent filled my nose. I could smell his arousal, but only barely. The scent was so faint I wasn't sure if I did actually smell it or just imagined it. Weak though it was it was intoxicating. I looked up at him, smiled and extended my tongue to touch the bulging flap of his trousers with the tip. He toasted to 'delightful and obedient pets' and knocked back the spirits. He told me stand up, smacked my tender rump and told me to get the key for his room. I picked up one of the candles and lit it at the fireplace. Then I waited a few moments while he gave my father several coins and then led him upstairs to his room.

The demon, my master now, closed and locked the door behind us. He looked around for a moment and commanded, "Stand at the table, facing the wall. Touch the table legs with your feet from the outside." I hurried to obey. Standing like this forced me to spread my legs very wide. "Lie on the table, look straight forward and cross your wrists behind the neck." I did that and lifted my tail high, just for good measure. That seemed to please him, he gave me two rather light smacks on the rump and fingered my wet slit for a moment. He touched my right ankle and suddenly I felt a burning sensation. It felt similar to the collar around my neck and I realized that he had created a shackle for my ankle that tied my foot to the table. He repeated that with the left foot and then my arms which were tied together and to the collar. I waited while he moved around the room and did various things. The noises were strangely indistinct and I could not tell what he was doing. The only thing I could tell with any certainty was that he conjured up a light (or activated a glow-stone) and blew out the candle. Whatever he was doing took quite a while. Every now and then he smacked my rump. It startled me every time because I could not even tell where he was in the room at any given moment. The whole thing made me really anxious. I squeaked in surprise and pain. Suddenly his huge cock entered me without any warning. And it was hot! Just like the collar. Hot enough to hurt, even it did not cause any damage. And he was so big it felt as if his cock would poke out from my mouth if he pushed it in any deeper. The feeling was incredible. At first incredibly painful and then also incredibly arousing. He didn't grab my hips until he was all the way in me. And then he fucked me hard, slamming my hips against the table with every thrust. So hard that I feared my bones would break any moment. I squeaked, squealed and screamed with every thrust. And moaned and groaned with loss every time he pulled out. It was a quick, hard sex without any finesse. The cum he shot into me felt like boiling water. And yet, even though my eyes watered from the pain, I came with the next thrust, screaming out my passion loud enough that it must have been audible several city blocks away. He pulled out and a moment later I felt my ankles freed from the table (though the burning shackles remained in place). "Clean me." My legs refused to work properly so I fell as much as slid off the table, but somehow I did end up on my knees. I turned around and crawled forward until my muzzle closed with his male parts. Licking him felt like licking a pot that was boiling over. But as much as pain as it caused me, it did not burn my lips or tongue. His cum tasted really strange, but it was clearly male. At once disgusting and delightful, or more like exciting. I wasn't sure if I really liked the taste or not, but after a short while I began to crave it. So much that I was disappointed when it was gone. My master stepped back and I waited for his next command.

He reached for my throat and lifted the lily pendant, "So you follow Mother Lillith. Are you any good at pleasing a male?" "Yes, Master." "Are you willing to prove it?" "Always, Master." "Good. Let's make it interesting. Come here." He lay down on the bed on his back. I crawled on top of him and sat on his thighs (he had put his hands on my hips and positioned me there) with his huge cock just barely not touching me. "Alright, here are the rules. You will start when I tell you and you try to get me off. You will not come yourself, don't hold back, you won't, no matter what you do. My body will slowly get hotter and hotter and soon it will be painful to touch. If you fail, I will assume you lied about really following Lillith and our deal is off. You won't be my pet, but my toy, my slave or whatever I want you to be. Well, do you agree?" "Yes, Master." The penalties for failure scared me, but it was far too late to bail out. "I will pleasure you." "Good. Start when you are ready." His hands gripped my ass cheeks but somehow I knew that he would not used them to impede my movements but just wanted to feel me. With my arms still restrained behind my neck my options were a little limited. I considered licking him, but he was still hard and stood up straight and proud. So I decided to just ride him and hope for the best. I lifted my rump, scooted forward a little until his head touched my entrance and lowered myself slowly, impaling myself on the huge pole. I rode him, squeezed him with my the muscles in my sex and did everything I knew to get him off. I could feel him get aroused, but it was a struggle. His cock felt wonderful in me and I grew hot much faster than the male demon below me did. I struggled against it but to no avail. I squeezed him as hard as I could and lifted my hips slowly to massage him and suddenly I felt myself slide over the edge and a chittering howl bubbled up from my throat. But then nothing more happened, it was like walking off a cliff only to remain standing on air. He grinned up at me. He obviously knew exactly how I felt and enjoyed my dismay. But I couldn't give up. And I felt his temperature rise. At first his cock, hands and thighs had been pleasantly warm, by the time I almost had an orgasm his touch had started to feel unpleasant. And the contact with him quickly became painful. The almost climax had felt good at first, but soon it became another source of pain for me. I'm not quite sure how to describe it, but the best comparison would be a really bad blockage. Your whole belly hurts, you really have to go, you feel that you have to go all the time, but once you sit on your throne, nothing happens, no matter how hard you squeeze. It was kind of like that, only it was a completely different kind of bellyache. Impaling myself and contracting my muscles became a struggle as intensifying the contact with him magnified the pain his heat inflicted on me. I struggled on and soon my moans of pleasure turned into whimpers of pain. What made it worse was that I had quickly realized that there was no way I could make him come. He would come if and when he wanted to, I could only soldier on and pray that he would let me 'win'. And I could feel his excitement, I could feel how close I got him only to fall short at the last moment each time I bore down on him. It felt like climbing up a mountain and slip and slide back down when my paw was only inches from the peak. By the end it was pure torture, I screamed every time I impaled myself on the burning cock, though I think he did something to muffle my screams. In the end he let me win. My hips ground to another halt atop his and like so many times before it seemed that I had failed yet again and then his cock suddenly began to pulse and a moment later he erupted inside me. The red-hot cum shot up into my womb and I screamed in pain. Suddenly all the tension dissipated and I collapsed on top of my lover's chest, sobbing from pain and relief. He put his arms around me, though he did not console me in any other way. Still it felt wonderful. The temperature of his skin slowly decreased, though it stopped at a level that was just a little too hot to be comfortable. My heartbeat slowly returned to a semblance of normality, though I remained extremely aroused and in dire need of release. "That was nice. I will grant you, that you really do follow Lillith." "Thank you, Master." I raised my head to look at his face, "But I only got you off because you let me." "Why do you think that?" "I can't really say, but I am sure of it. If you can prevent me from coming or make me cum at your whim, then you can surely control yourself no matter what I do." "Not bad. You are smarter than I thought. And yes, you are correct, I did allow you to get me off. But I only let you because you did good enough to please me. Truth to be told, no mortal can make me cum when I don't want to. Alright, maybe a high priestess of Lillith could but I doubt that anyone else could. You did better than most." He ruffled my headfur and I leaned into his touch. The praise did wonders for my self-esteem. "Thank you, Master." The lust continued to rage in my loins and I had to ask, "Will you let me get off as well?" He grinned at me, "Yes. You earned that much, at least." He waited just long enough for me to process that before he went on, "You will get at least one climax before I leave, but it might not be soon." The disappointment in my eyes seemed to please him.

"Time to have a little more fun." He gave me a nasty grin, "That is, I will have fun. Maybe you will as well, or maybe not." I tried to read his face, but I could not tell anything. Actually I could tell something, but what his eyes and the smile on his lips seemed to say changed from moment to moment. He grabbed my torso (my paws were still tied up behind my neck) and a moment later I found myself lying on my back. He pulled out of my cunt and I whimpered in distress. Suddenly I felt totally empty, I even missed the pain his heat had caused me. He chuckled, obviously enjoying my reaction. He grabbed my ankles and lifted them. Up and then back and down again until my knees rested to either side of my head and I looked up at my own dripping flower. He commanded, "Open your mouth and squirt!" At first I had no idea what he wanted but then I realized he wanted me to expel his cum and squirt them directly into my own mouth and face. He held me motionless but leaned to one side so he could watch me and I could see in his eyes that he expected to be obeyed. I felt weird and humiliating to have to do this. Not squirt out a lover's juices, I had done that often enough, though never into my own face. I had not known before that I could actually bend that far, even with assistance. It took only a few moments to get myself ready, but he somehow managed to slap my rump and get my traitorous body to start before I was quite ready. I sputtered and coughed as the hot stream entered my mouth just as I was breathing in. My master laughed, enjoying my distress. When I was done I felt even emptier than before. He relaxed my position a bit so he could watch my face through my legs, as I tried to swallow all the cum that filled my mouth and get my breathing under control again. While I sputtered and then licked the steaming juices off my eyes and cheeks he moved my legs so that my knees rested on his shoulders and my rear was up in the air. With his hands now free he examined my lower body. I became more than a little alarmed when I noticed how much attention my tailhole got. "You have a pretty pussy, my pet, but I think I want to use your rear entrance now." "Please don't, Master. You are much too big" "You think I won't fit?" "Yes." "Oh, I'll fit, I can assure you of that. I may fit only once, but I'll fit." He gave me a really nasty grin that sent a shiver of fear down my spine. He planned to fuck my ass, even if it tore me apart! The only reason I didn't try to fight him was the certain knowledge that I had no chance to fend him off anyway. After a moment of panic I remembered that he had promised to treat me as a 'pet' and shouldn't hurt me too badly. I didn't have time to think about that, suddenly I felt the burning hot tip of his cock press against my tailhole. He increased the pressure quickly and it felt as if he was so big that he touched most of my ass. "That can't fit." was my last coherent though. Suddenly it felt as if something was pulling my rear entrance apart in all directions. I howled in pain, and a moment later he was inside me and pushed deeper. It felt as if he would rip me apart any moment now. It hurt so much I wondered (later) why I had not passed out. I felt his balls slap against the base of my tail and realized that he was all the way in. It hurt like crazy, but somehow I was still alive. I couldn't even smell blood, even if it felt as if someone had rammed not a stick but a whole tree into my ass. Suddenly I could see again and I looked up into my master's grinning face. He waited a bit and I felt my muscles relax and the pain receded, if only a little. Somehow I was still whole. He pulled out until only the head of his cock was still inside me and then rammed his cock back into me. I screamed again, it still hurt a lot, but now a little pleasure was mixed in with the pain. He fucked me hard. He was rough but each thrust hurt less and aroused me more. I never got entirely used to his huge size, but the pain from being stretched way too wide lessened somewhat. But on the other hand his cock got hotter and hotter and soon the heat burned me as well. But my rising lust distracted me more and more from the pain. "How do you like this, my pet?" He thrust into me again and suddenly I felt something poke me in my sex. But his cock was still in my ass! He pulled out and thrust into me once more. My eyes widened, this time I could clearly feel a male organ in my sex! It grew bigger and bigger. I tried to look, but I couldn't move my head and I couldn't look away from his face. Very soon I stopped being bothered by the strangeness of having one male use both of my lower holes at once and I just reveled in the feelings this brought. Even the pain he inflicted on me was just part of the incredible experience. Unfortunately, like before I got incredibly aroused without coming. I had never been this aroused and it almost drove me crazy. I was in a daze and nothing mattered but finally getting off. I don't remember anything clearly, but I struggled to get that little bit of extra stimulation that my body felt was required and I begged and pleaded. And eventually I did get to see stars. A totally incredible orgasm shook me and I chittered and howled in triumph. He filled me with his boiling cream and climax after climax shook my body. I'm not sure if I passed out or if I was just so dazed and floating on clouds that I barely noticed anything.

When I came to again we were lying on the side. His dual swords still impaled me. My face was buried in his chest and my arms were around his neck while his held me close. For a long time I just lay there, too exhausted to do anything but breathe. Eventually I found the strength to turn my head up to look at my master's face. He smiled at me, a genuine pleased smile, not a nasty grin, "Welcome back to the land of the living, my cute little pet. Did you enjoy yourself?" "Yes, Master. That was incredible. I don't think I've ever come so hard. Thank you." "You were surprisingly fun for such a little thing. I am pleased with you." "Thank you, Master. You hurt me more than I hoped, but much less than I feared. The worst was when I thought you would rip me apart with that pole of yours." "I did promise that you would be my pet, didn't I?" "Yes, Master." "Then, maybe you should have believed that I wouldn't maim or kill you." "I know, I did think about it and I did pray that you would not hurt me, but you were so huge, I just could not believe you could get in my ass with that huge pole without ripping me apart. How did you do that? How can you have two swords?" He grinned at that, "I do like to dual wield, baby. Seriously, as a demon, I can change my body easily, I don't need spells for that. All it takes is a little practice and I've had centuries to practice. And a lot of willing, and some less willing, partners to practice with. We are not bound by the physical limitations of a body nearly as much as a mortal, and I can lend a little of that to my toys." "Just like that? You can change my body as well?" "Only in little ways. Mostly I use it like today to make sure my partner can keep up with me. At least far enough not to get hurt more than I want her to. Or him." "You like males as well?" "Yes. I prefer females, but to me the exact shape of the body or which bits someone has or doesn't have won't make much difference to me. Most demons are a bit like this, when you can see and feel someone's soul, the physical body doesn't mean all that much. I wish I knew why the angels make such a big issue of it. I could turn myself into a female if I wanted, but I prefer to be a male." "Have you ever done that?" I realized that I had been perhaps a bit too forward only when the words were already out of my mouth. He grinned, more amused than angered by my question, "Yes. Any no, I am not going to tell you anything about it. Or about my sexual adventures." "Awww." "But I might ask you about yours. If you are at all serious about following Lillith, then you must have had a few." "Yes, I did have had a few. Most of them good, but I had a few bad ones as well. I doubt that any of them could top sleeping with a demon though." "I'll grill you about that later. But for now I would like to know what you think about me so far. Tell me honestly what you liked and what you didn't like." "But I'm your pet." "Yes. That means you have to obey me. If I want your honest opinion I expect you to give it. I can't just read your thoughts, but I can tell if you are lying." "And you won't punish me if you don't like what I tell you?" "I might. I might, and will, punish you on a whim. But I definitely will punish if you lie to me. Am I clear?" The glow in his eyes intensified for a moment and they seemed to look directly into my soul in a way that made me feel totally vulnerable. "Yes, Master." I collected my thoughts and began, "The sex was wonderful. I had a really good climax when you fucked me at the table and what you did just now was indescribable. I don't think I ever dreamed something like this was even possible. What I did not like was how I couldn't get off in between the two." "You know that waiting for it makes it sweeter in the end." "Of course. I'm just saying it was a little too much. A few more minutes of teasing and I would have sold you my soul just to get off." "Good to know." He gave me a grin and suddenly I wondered if it had been a mistake to admit that. Suddenly he laughed and ruffled my headfur, "You are a delight. And no, I have no intention to steal your soul. You already belong to Mother Lillith and I'm not going to poach in her territory." "Thank you." I thought a bit more and went on, "The pain was pretty bad, I thought that you would cook me alive. Or at least some of my favorite parts. But to be honest, you hurt me way less than I had feared. You didn't even whip me or anything like this." "So you thought that because I follow Domm, that I would torture you?" "Maybe not thought, but definitely feared." "Well, I don't do that. I do like to inflict pain, but not that much. For me it is mostly about control." When I looked at him questioningly, he explained, "Broadly speaking, there are three main aspects to the following of Domm: Harm, Control and Pleasure: Harm means that you inflict pain on your plaything. This can be physical pain or emotional pain, such as fear or humiliation. Control means that you force your plaything to do what you want, to make her obey you, make her come when you want, make her beg. Pleasure means that you reward your plaything with pleasure, usually sexual release, after she has suffered Harm and yielded to your Control. The aspects are separate, but closely interconnected and a follower of Domm will always use all three. Harm or the threat of Harm is the main method to force your plaything to yield to your Control and makes the experience a lot more intense. And without Pleasure you are just torturing your plaything. Pleasure without Harm or Control means that you follow Lillith and not Domm. Anyway, I personally prefer not to inflict too much pain, especially on its own. I do like to use some to control my pet and I really like it when she is caught between pain and pleasure." "I see. Since I follow Lillith, I hope you will keep inflicting Pleasure on me, Master." "I will, my pet, but not without the other two. Also, I always try to nudge my pets in the direction of Lirriel's worship. And that works best by using a little Harm. Too much and she will turn away from, rather than embrace Lirriel." "You are trying to make me follow Lirriel?" "I would not go that far, but I certainly like to make you more receptive to her teachings. After all, you just told me that you really enjoyed yourself." "I think I understand." "Good. Making someone realize that following Lirriel isn't just unpleasant but can be fun is one of the things I enjoy most." "If you don't mind me asking, Master, how was I?" Instead of answering right away, he moved his hands to my hips and began to grind his hips against mine, making the dual cocks do all kinds of crazy things with me. When I was panting hard he slowed down a little and finally answered, "A delight, especially for such a little morsel." I kissed and licked his throat (I couldn't reach his face unless he bent down) and begged, "Please, Master." "Want me to fuck you harder?" "Yes, Master. Please." "No. Not today. You need rest before I make you climax again." He slowed a little more to keep me hot but coherent and questioned me and listened to my stories of particularly interesting encounters with males and females. Unfortunately he was particularly interested in the baron's bastard, not a topic I liked to talk or even think about. Eventually he stopped playing with me and once my ardor cooled a little the exhaustion overcame me and I fell asleep rather quickly.

The next morning I was woken up by my master when he laid me on my back and began to fuck me. He got me really hot so quickly I was almost ready to cum before I knew what was happening. Unfortunately, that was as far as I got. He played with me, keeping me on the edge for several minutes until I whimpered and begged and then stopped to let me cool down. He touched my lips with a claw to indicate that I should not talk and ignored all my non-verbal attempts to get him to play with me. I felt well rested, as was usual after an evening of pleasure. I could remember dreaming, but I could not remember more than fragments of my dreams. From what I remember, I had been in hell and had served the demon in various ways. And not just him, I had been with other demons as well, both male as well as female. It had been both very painful at times, I had suffered things normally filed under 'torture' but it had been intensely arousing as well, I was sure that I had climaxed dozens of times, if not more. But, as I said, I remembered only bits and pieces and those remained fleeting and elusive. Whenever I tried to remember any particular scene, the memories got more blurry rather than clearer. "Good morning, my pet. Did you sleep well?" "Yes, Master. Good morning, Master. I had the most interesting dreams." "I bet you did." "Will you let me wake up the neighborhood, Master?" "Wake up the neighborhood?" "I can get quite loud when I'm getting fucked hard. And come." "I noticed." His grin became rather cruel, "But I also noticed that you get loud when you're desperate to come." "Ummm." "Tell you what, I'll let you chose. I will, as you put it, fuck you hard. If you come, I will spank you. Hard enough that you would be able to fry eggs on your ass. And then I'll keep your ass bright red as long as you remain my pet. Everyone who looks at you will know. And if they ask, you will tell them that you asked for it. Well?" "Do I decide now?" "If you want. If you do not give me an answer or take too long, then I'll decide what to do with you. And to you." I thought about it, but it did not take long for my lust to win out. I might regret it later, but playing along was always better. After all, he might just decide not to let me have an orgasm and still spank me, "Yes, Master. Please let me cum and spank me." "As you wish, my pet. Grab the headboard." I did and once I did I found that my paws refused to let go. My master lifted his torso, reached for my ankles and lifted my legs high and then further until my feet almost touched my face. He rested my calves on his shoulders. This position lifted my rump up into the air and gave him easier access to my lower entrances. Not that he needed it, his two cocks still impaled me, as they had done all night. He grinned down at me, "You may beg, my pet." "Yes, Master. Thank you. Please fuck me." He bent forward and kissed me before I could say more. My lips began to burn, both because his kiss was very exciting and because his lips were hot, literally so. Suddenly his tongue invaded my mouth, pushing further and further into me until I began to gag. Despite that his kiss was crazy exciting and in moments my whole body began to tingle with arousal. Our lips stayed glued together and with his tongue so far in my mouth I could not breathe at all. At first I didn't mind, most good kisses left me struggling for air, after all, but when my lungs started to burn I began to panic a little. I tried to break the kiss, but I could not move my head. I could not even control my lips and tongue, they just kept on returning his kiss as if my life depended on it. The fire in my lungs got worse and worse, while the fire in my loins just kept on getting hotter. My eyes must have been wide as saucer dishes, pleading silently for him to let me breathe. But he just grinned at me, I could see in his glowing eyes that he knew exactly how I felt. The kiss went on and on, long past the time when I should have passed out. But while I began to feel a little faint, I did not pass out, no matter how great my need for air became or how much my lungs hurt. I was terribly afraid, the only thing that kept me from total panic was the small voice in the back of my head that tried to remind me that my master had promised not to kill me. But despite my terror, my body responded to his amorous assault and I felt an approaching orgasm. He got me right to the edge, kept me there and then finally broke the kiss and the spell he had put on me. Suddenly I could breathe again and I had to. For the next couple of minutes all I could do was to desperately suck air until my lungs finally stopped burning. By the time my desperate need was satisfied the heat in my belly had cooled as well. "That was fun. You're such a delightful little plaything. Did you have fun?" "Ummm..." He asked me that? I knew that he knew exactly how terrified I had been. "Want to do it again?" I stared at him, speechless for the moment, that he would ask that. But then the memory of my terror faded a little and suddenly I remembered how my lips had burned from his kiss and how close I had come. "Want to kiss again? This time I will let you come." I began to wonder. Did I want to go through that again, just to have a climax? One the one paw, I was completely terrified and in pain, but on the other, there was a good chance that he would find some other way to torture me if I declined. Probably without letting me get off. His dual swords still impaled my body deliciously and the longer I though about it, the more my need for release increased. I could barely move, but his face was close enough that I could answer him without speaking. I raised my head as far as I could and managed to kiss his hot lips. I could not get close enough to manage much more than a chaste kiss, but it was answer enough. I could see in his eyes that he was pleased and he leaned forward and into my kiss. The kiss began slow, but grew in intensity quickly. At first it was just a normal kiss, a good one, but not quite a toe-curler. He even let me breathe at first. The really good part came only once he began to block my throat. Only when I began to struggle for breath did he really turn on the charm and his hips began their delicious torture on mine. My arousal rose in lockstep with my need to breathe. My excitement increased with my terror and panic and the burning in my crotch kept pace with the burning in my lungs. I have no idea how long it took him to bring me to the edge, it felt like it took forever, but it could not possibly have been all that long. He kept me balanced on the edge and then hanging over the edge before he finally let me come. Sparks began to go off behind my eyes, they were just about all I could see, most of my vision was blacked out, apart from the glowing eyes right in front of mine. And then he kept me right on the crest of the wave. I could not tell if I experienced one really long orgasm or a multitude of short ones. If felt like I'd died and gone to hell (remember I follow Lillith, when I die I want to go meet her, not go to heaven where all the stuffy angels are). And then he finally let me breathe again. There could not have been any air left in my lungs, but somehow I sill managed to howl out my pleasure loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear me. He kept thrusting into me and somehow I managed to gulp in enough air between each thrust to scream and chitter each time. And then he finally stopped. A part of me was relieved but another part of me wanted him to continue until my body finally gave out. I gasped for air while the heat in my belly slowly cooled down. I was totally exhausted from the intense emotions, the terror, pain and an absolutely incredible orgasm. He waited until I had calmed down and was lucid once more before he pulled out. He had filled me with so much of his cream that I thought I would burst. And yet, as soon as his cock left my suddenly very empty orifices he squirted another huge load all over my belly, chest and face. It was hot! It felt as if I had dumped hot soup all over myself. I opened my mouth, I'm not sure if I wanted to protest or simply gasp in pain, but as soon as I did, he aimed for it. His stream did not miss and I could not close my lips until my whole mouth was full of his steaming hot 'soup'. Once he was done I could finally gulp it down. I have absolutely no idea how I managed that without choking. When I had my breathing under control again, my paws had released the headboard and my legs lay on the bed once more. The bright red face of my demonic lover grinned down at me, "Did you enjoy yourself, my pet?" The climax had been great, but the terror before that had been anything but, "Yes, Master. Mostly." "So what would you say if I asked you if you wanted to do it again?" "Please, Master, once more."

He laughed and ruffled my headfur, "Maybe. But now for the second part. Are you ready to be spanked?" "To be honest, Master, I'm not crazy about it, but I agreed to this, so, yes, I am ready." "Do you want to me to warm your ass?" "Yes, Master." Well, I didn't really want to, but I figured that telling him no might not be a good idea. "Come here." He scooted back a little, sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. I crawled over to him and he draped me over his knees. I had to place my paws and feet on the floor, with my legs spread a little and my tail raised and out of the way. I squealed in surprise and pain when he brought his hand down hard on my right ass cheek. Once, twice, three times and then the same on my left side. By then I was whimpering in pain and my eyes had begun to fill with tears. He was really strong and his blows hurt more than blows with a paddle had at the temple of Domm. He waited until I had calmed down a little and asked, "Do you want more, my pet?" "Yes, Master." Well, I didn't really like it, but I figured that I should better ask for more as long as I could stand it. But rather than return to the painful part, he gave me a little pleasure first. He fingered my tailhole, rubbed the sensitive spot at the base of my tail and then reached between my legs and played with the petals of my flower. When he stopped the fire in my loins burned almost as hot as the skin on my ass. Then he spanked my rump hard once more. The little game repeated itself at least a dozen times. He asked if I wanted more, played with my sensitive parts to arouse me and then spanked me. He made sure that the fire on my rear always burned a little hotter than the fire deep in my belly, but the second one made it a lot easier for me to beg for more, even when the pain got so bad I could not see anything for all the tears and my throat began to hurt from all the screaming. I was both grateful and a little disappointed when he ended the game. Probably as reward that I had played until he tired of the 'game', he played with me until I was close to an orgasm before he told me to stand up. He had to help me up and it took all my willpower to stay on my feet. Of course it was a bittersweet reward as I was now horny as hell while my rump burned. When I looked down at my chest, his spooge looked as fresh as it had when he had squirted it all over me. And none of it had sullied his legs, even though I had lain on them for the half bell or so the spanking had lasted. "Do you need to help with breakfast?" "I should. I usually help my mother in the kitchen and then serve the guests. But I am sure my parents will understand if you continue to require my services." "You may go and help your parents. But remember, you are still my pet. Until evening, if I stay that long. You promised that, remember?" "Yes, Master, I remember. I will obey your every command." "Good. You will not talk apart from what is needed to perform your work, such as taking orders. You may tell others about that." "Yes, Master." "You may use the outhouse and you may wash your paws, but you will not clean or cover yourself up in any other way." "Yes, Master." "Cross your wrists behind the neck and come here." I did as he commanded. As I stepped closer to him, my gaze dropped from his face to his crotch and his huge and deliciously erect manhood. He grabbed my hips and lifted me over his lap. As I had a good idea what he wanted, I lifted and spread my legs. He grinned at me and then lowered me slowly. For a long moment the head of his cock touched my steaming slit, but then he shifted position and suddenly it was aimed at my tailhole. He practically let me drop and I gasped as I was impaled on the huge shaft. My muscles had contracted somewhat during the spanking, but I was still reasonably well stretched and lubricated from before. It hurt, but only for a few moments and then only the pleasure of being completely filled by him remained. Well, there was still pain, mostly from my tender ass and from the heat his flesh radiated. He lifted my rump a little and let me fall back down. His huge cock fucked my tailhole so hard it hurt. But it aroused me so much I did not mind the pain at all. The only really bad thing was that I was certain that he would not let me come. I wasn't sure how I knew, but I did. He aroused me way past the point at which I should have climaxed. I could not even voice my arousal properly, I could only wheeze as I struggled to breathe. He stopped suddenly and I sat on his lap, my rear entrance stuffed so full with his cock I thought it would rip me apart at any moment. He made me wait while my ardor slowly cooled. Once it fell to the level where I had full control over my limbs once more he lifted me off his cock and put me on my feet. My eyes suddenly bulged. I could still feel his pole in my rear entrance even though he sat in front of me and I could clearly see his male member. He grinned at me and moved his hips. I could feel him move around inside me! "You may lower your arms. Now go and do your duty. Don't worry, you will be able to use the outhouse. If you keep me interested, we will continue to play after I have broken my fast, my little pet." "Yes, Master." I bowed and turned around. He sent me off with a playful swat at my rump. I stopped for a moment, grinned back at him and raised my tail higher. Then I unbarred the door and left. I almost perished a moment later. My legs were not all that steady already when I suddenly felt his cock pull out a little and thrust back into me. I almost stumbled and just barely managed to grab the handrail and stop my fall just before my neck hit the stairs. I lay there, panting in sudden terror and then I carefully got my legs back under me and climbed the rest of the way down, holding onto the handrail for dear life.

I was still a little shaken from my brush with death. At first my legs were decidedly wobbly, but by the time I reached the outhouse I was mostly back to normal. And I found that I could use it normally, even though my lover's cock still seemed to fill my tailhole completely. When I was done I hurried to the kitchen where my mother and my sister Lavender were already busy. When my mother saw me she dropped what she was doing and hugged and kissed me. I could smell father's seed on her. She had washed her face, but had missed the few drops of his seed that had gotten into her hair. She could undoubtedly smell and taste the demon on me. "Good morning. Are you alright, Daisy? You look a little rattled." I nodded. "Did you have fun?" I thought about it for a moment, then I shook my head and then nodded emphatically. "I see. I take it you are still his pet and not allowed to talk, yes?" "Yes. I am only allowed to talk when it is needed to do my job." Suddenly I felt my demon lover's cock move around inside me and squeaked, as much from surprise as from arousal. My mother gave me a strange look and then she nodded and grinned. I think she had an inkling what had happened. "Eat your breakfast." Lavender seemed to be a little disgusted by my wet and sticky fur. She had her first moonblood only a few months ago and while she had prayed to Lillith a few times, she wasn't very active. She was mostly used to the fact that my fur was sticky with male and female juices more often than not, but I had to admit that today was a little much. I nodded and turned my attention to the pot in which my mother had started the porridge. My mother filled a mug with tea for me and I ate as I worked. Since we could not chat like we usually did, my mother touched and kissed me occasionally.

I laid the tables and then the first guests began to arrive. Most of those who had seen me submit to the demon yesterday did not make much of an issue of my state. I was still naked and did not just look and smell as if I had mated, but as if I had participated in an orgy. Not only that, the copious amounts of cum I was covered in looked fresh, as if at least three males had distributed their load all over my face and chest only moments before. Most guests asked about my night, some just wanted a juicy story, but many seemed honestly concerned about me and were disappointed when I told them that I wasn't allowed to speak, apart from taking orders. One party of celestial followers refused my services and I fetch my sister from the kitchen to serve them (my father wasn't up yet). They wolfed down their food and left in a hurry when they heard that an actual demon was staying at our inn. My mother barely managed to get them to stay long enough to pay. My mother went to wake up father earlier than usual, just in case other guests also gave us problems. Myra finally arrived to help me, much earlier than she usually did (most days she began to work with the lunch rush) but later than she should have arrived (she should have been here to help my mother in case I had to stay with my master). After that we did not have any big problems as Myra served all the guests that looked at me with disgust. The phantom cock in my tailhole moved every now and then. I was getting a little used to it, but it still surprised me every now and then. It seemed that my master could tell what I was doing as he timed these surprises so that I could never hide my reactions. But the interruptions were also timed not to cause me real problems, such as when I was carrying dishes or the like.

My master appeared eventually. I could tell that it was him right away, even though he had changed his shape. Now he looked like a cat-human mixed breed. A young and very good looking one with orange fur with red stripes. More tiger than house-cat, from the fur at least. And he exuded maleness and danger. I was carrying dishes when he entered, so I could not greet him right away, but I dropped the dishes off at the bar and hurried to his table as soon as I could. I bowed low and greeted him, "Good morning, Master. What can I get you?" "So you recognized me?" "Yes, I recognized you right away. Besides, we had no guest who looked like this yesterday, and none of them were mages, and since I know that you can change your shape, I would have guessed your identity in any case." "I see." He considered me for a moment and suddenly his phantom cock thrust into my tailhole so forcefully I squealed in surprise. The squeal turned into a long drawn out moan as the thing kept fucking me. I finally got myself under control and waited until he ordered his breakfast. I bowed and headed for the kitchen to deposit the dirty dishes and the order. I served other guests while my mother fried up the eggs, sausage and bacon. My steps became more and more wobbly as his member became more active and kept teasing me mercilessly. By the time I brought my master his breakfast I could barely walk. I was sure that anyone who looked in my direction could tell just how aroused I was getting. And many of the guests were watching me and the show I provided. I managed to put the dishes on the table without mishap, but it was a close thing. My master grinned at me and said, "You look as if your legs could use some rest, my little pet." Just as I opened my mouth to answer, his cock did a little twist and I breathed a "Yesss!" and grabbed the table to keep upright. The passion in my voice was unmistakable and audible to all. "Then come here." He pointed at his crotch and went on, "I have a sausage for you. Want it?" I almost squealed out my answer, "Yes, Master!" "Kneel below the table, cross your wrists behind your back and take me into your mouth." "Yes, Master." I crawled under the table and did as he bid me. "Take me in as far as you can, I want to feel your lips at the base. Do not suck, just touch your tongue to the underside and don't move." I took him into my mouth until my lips and nose hit his crotch and lay my tongue along the shaft. His scent and taste filled me in moments. At first he was small enough that I had no problem, but he grew noticeably with every breath I took. Suddenly his claws pinched my right ear and I realized that my tongue had begun to lick him. He grew until his pole filled my mouth completely and the head poked at the back of my throat. I had to struggle with my gag reflex and then I began to have some difficulty breathing. I was not in any danger of suffocating, but it was a constant struggle to get enough air into my lungs and I had to fight the temptation to pull back and to be able to breathe a little easier. My master's claws pinched my ears several times before I finally managed to hold my tongue still. That was probably the biggest struggle, not to lick at the by now huge intruder in my mouth. It was a welcome intruder, I loved his taste and scent and it turned me on, but I would have loved it even more if I had been allowed to lick and suck it. I could feel every little detail of his skin, every hair, every vein. His heartbeat and I could even tell how he moved as he ate as every motion of his body was reflected in minute motions of his cock. Holding my tongue motionless took all my concentration. And then it got worse and worse as my master began to fuck me in the rear with his phantom cock. No, he didn't fuck me in the ass, he made love to me. Gently and lazily, but it aroused me no end. I closed my eyes and my world contracted to the cock in my mouth, the one in my rear entrance, the fire in my belly and the burning in my lungs. I think his pole's size diminished a little bit so that I would not pass out from lack of air while I slowly approached a climax. I have no idea how long I knelt motionless like this, time stopped to have any meaning as I balanced between utter delight and the desperate needs of my body. Suddenly my master's cock twitched and I realized that he would shoot his load into me at any moment. My tongue suddenly began to lick him on its own. And then his paw pushed my head back, just as he began to shoot his load. I got a taste of his delicious cream, but most of it ended up on my face and headfur. Thankfully my eyes were closed. It took only moments before he was spent. His fingers shifted minutely and I realized that he wanted me to clean him up. A task to which I set eagerly and which was unfortunately completed all too soon. All the while I had balanced precariously on the edge of a massive climax.

"Come here." His paws grabbed my arms just below the armpits and lifted me up. A moment later I sat on his lap. And I wondered how he had managed that, it should not have been physically possible. He had sat with his back to the wall, with no more than an inch or two between his belly and the table. My demon lover grinned down at me. Even sitting on his lap I had to look up at him. He bent down and kissed me. Our lips stayed glued together until I began to see stars from arousal and lack of air. "Not bad, my pet. What a nice way to start the day. A tasty breakfast and a pretty girl to keep me company." "Thank you, Master. You were quite tasty as well." I licked my lips so there could be no doubt what I meant. He laughed, "You smell quite tasty as well." His paws grabbed my rump, lifted me and sat me on the table. A moment later his muzzle was between my legs and his tongue slid into my hot and wet slit. He grinned up at me and declared, "Tasty pussy. I like that." Then his tongue plunged back into me. It got longer and longer and it felt as if it could reach all the way into my womb. Within moments I was at the edge of a climax once more, but I got no further. I was quickly reduced to incoherent pleading, moans and gasps and the like. But he stopped way too soon and returned me to his lap. We kissed again, somehow I was sure he did that mostly so I could taste my own taste on his lips. He forced me to sit still until I cooled down enough to be coherent again. Then he offered, "My pretty daisy flower, how about this: If you want, we'll go up into my room and have a bit more fun together. I'll let you come at least once. Or if you want, I can stay until tomorrow morning, noon at the latest. But only if you agree to stay my pet until I leave. Well?" "You would really stay another day, just for me?" "Yes." He poked my nose, "But don't let it get to your pretty head, you're far from the first male or female for whom I delayed my travels for a day. Or even a week." He grinned, "Well, not too much anyway, you are a lot of fun." I only thought about it for a moment, there it wasn't really much of a choice, "Yes, Master, I would love to be your pet for one more day. Or for another week." "Hey, innkeeper!" My father answered quickly, "Yes, Sir?" "Would you mind if I borrowed your tavern wench for another day?" "Hmmm. Not if I can have her for the lunch and dinner rush." "I think I bring myself to eat here and let you have her. When do you need her?" "Half a bell before noon until a bell after and from the sixth to the eight bell." "Then it's a deal." He picked me up effortlessly and put me on my feet. Even standing up I had to look up at him. It took me only a moment to realize what he wanted. I knelt, kissed his feet and smiled up at him, "Master, may I be your pet for a day. Please." He touched my collar, "Yes, you may serve me." Then he ruffled my headfur.