Demonlord Consort (closed)

Demonlord Consort (closed for LordLuck)

The Forest

As the sun set over the horizon, horse riders clad in red crested the ridge. Of the well armed party, a score or more of hard men and women, only five were of consequence. And of them, only one commanded all of their respect, if not out of love or loyalty, then for her reputation and power.

She was a young Sorceress, a naturally gifted wielder of magic, whose upbringing was focused purely on her mastery of the metaphysical world and the arcane arts that shaped and invoked its powers. Her work ethic was tireless, her talents complimented by skill and tempered by wisdom, and most dangerous of all, her ambition was limitless but fell just short of megalomania. Her wisdom allowed her to fall short of delusion, unlike so many others intoxicated with power. Her name was Andrea Elsis and though she seemed young, her actual age was a mystery beyond vague references. What is know is that the fact she had curbed her aging so soon in her life, was a further credit to her own skill.

Andrea, mounted on a black steed with eyes of smoke and fire, loosely held its magical reins as the crisp cool evening air washed over her, letting the crimson folds of her robes flutter in the breeze. If one dared look, they could see the voluptuous curves her loose clothing revealed underneath. The fair, smooth skin that complimented her long, thick dark hair that fell around her soft face, with large, dark brown eyes and full, soft lips. Her ample breasts, as they stretched against the comfortable corset she wore underneath her robes, expanding with every breath she took. And her soft hips hugged the flanks of the horse, belying the firm abs and well muscled legs that were hidden by her clothing. In another life, she could've been mistaken for a dancer, or perhaps a circus acrobat or even some manner of athlete from one of the cities on the Southern Coasts, but she was Andrea Elsis, a Sorceress who alone managed to master a vast array of the arcane arts to achieve the power she now possessed

"The Dark Elves will withdraw from the rocks on a moonless light, using their magics to transport themselves through solid rock and when they reach the surface, they will spent the rest of the night in pursuit of surfacers. Any will do, though they prefer elves," a woman spoke in a hushed tone, her voice seemingly muffled by the breeze itself. Andrea simply nodded curtly.

"You are my Shadow Kalia, I trust your counsel in this matter. Set me a perfect ambush," Andrea simply stated, feeling no loss of ego in deferring to a subordinate. In this case, her 'shadow' was a woman of unassuming stature and standing. One Andrea found at an age she was vulnerable and could be shaped properly into both a confidant and instrument and which Andrea eagerly and vigorously pursued.

The hooded woman simply nodded. "As you command," she replied, as she spurred her head forward. "The Dark Elves will sense us, regardless of if we are invisible, or silent. They can see misshapen shadows even on a moonless night, as well as notice the crushing of grass, or movement of twigs and I cannot guarantee that even the men we have brought with us are so good as to not disturb the forest itself."

"So we will draw them in to an ambush rather then seek them out," Andrea asked, already loving the challenge of engaging an enemy as formidable as the infamous Drow. "I require the Priestess and Mage alive. Their knowledge of demonology and summoning will be of service to me."

"Yes my Lady," Kalia responded, reaching out a thin hand to stroke the mane of her own Elven bred pony.

"Then set me a trap," Andrea simply stated before turning to her Shadow, a flash of fiendishness in her eyes. "My abilities are at your disposal," she said with a bit of teasing accent to her loyal servant. Kalia simply shivered a bit under her Masters gaze.
---

The Drow were all tenth year students, sent to the surface to dip their blades in the blood of innocent surface folk. Humans. Dwarves. Halflings. Elves being the most desired. By spilling their blood, they would have passed the final stage to graduation into full warriors and weapon masters. As such, they were escorted by both a mage and dark priestess in the task, as well as a senior weapon master instructor. This squad of dark elves was a match for nearly any other force of equal size on the planet, providing relatively equal footing.

For the Drow, surprise and the darkness were allies.

In this case, they lost both of those advantages in the first second of the ambush as with the silent signals of Andrea, she drew out the words of a quietly casted spell that transformed the darkness of the moonless night into day, immersing them in the bright magical light, so brilliantly powerful that the innate magics of the Drow was useless in conjuration of darkness to counter it.

Her apprentices unleashed barrages of stunning spells that used magical energy to sap will or strength, or permeate the air about them with strands of sticky webbing, or filled the air with choking, blinding gas. The bowmen, with Andrea's shadow leading them, cut down the warriors in training. They were not needed to live. Only the Priestess and Mage were wanted alive. Andrea ripped the sound from their mouths, a moment after deflecting their spells with properly timed and preconcocted counterspells and wardings, and a moment later brought them both down under the paralyzing crush of invisible magical force.

The Drow, to their credit, wounded several of Andrea's men despite the ambush. They were skilled in blind fighting after all and with their crossbows, they were able to fight back, but not for long.

Andrea strode into the battlefield, approaching the two survivors. "The Drow of Mantherist and House Ga'memmon will hunt you down and crush you," the Priestess spat upon noticing the approach of the Human Sorceress.

"I was inclined to release you after I was done, until you spoke those words," Andrea replied coolly.

"If you think I will help you, you are more a fool then your kin. I can withstand whatever torture you may have conjured whether here or in the Hells you are destined to burn within," the Priestess responded.

"Torture?" Andrea said with a growing smile. "That is so beneath me that I am almost insulted. I have refined the art of extraction to... well an art actually as you will soon witness... before your end."
---

The Caravan

The final caravaner crumpled to the ground, stunned by the weighted chains of the flail that struck across his back as he tried to scramble away and flee. The Gnoll who delivered the blow however, restrained himself from delivering a skull crushing blow as he heard the wailing of a woman and child underneath the nearby wagon. Almost immediately, the savage hyenid turned his bestial gaze upon the two helpless innocents, as if desiring some more sport.

But a soft yet crisp voice stopped his advance as Kalia strode forward, clad more like an Elf of the woodlands then a Gnoll raider. "Leave them unharmed..." Kalia stated to the gnoll. "If they have the silver to pay for their lives," she then added, as the Gnoll suddenly grinned again.

"We have no silver!" the woman shrieked, clutching her child and earning an uncaring shrug from Kalia.

"Then I cannot help you," Kalia replied when she then noticed the man felled by the flail suddenly roll onto his back and immediately Kalia noticed a glimmer from the mans mouth. It was silver. She dutifully drew out her dagger and advanced upon the man, intent on cutting the silver out after slicing open his throat.

"No! Not my father!" the child suddenly screamed, causing Kalia to pause and then smirk.

"Do not worry child, I am not heartless," she said as she then struck the wounded man on the head with the handle of her dagger, knocking him out cold. She then put the tip of the blade to his mouth. "I won't cut his throat, only take what I need," she said with a macabre sense of mercy.
---

The Tinkerers

"The statuette is perfect," Andrea stated to the gnome as she clutched the onyx figurine of some Demonlord in her gasp, her soft fingertips caressing the many finely crafted features of the item. Her brown eyes then turned to the gnome, who seemed to tremble. "Why do you fear me?" she then asked.

"You threatened to have my families eyeballs plucked out if I did not do as you asked," the gnome stated warily.

She just laughed a soft chuckle. "I purchased them legally from the slaver that took them, one that I assure you I never utilized before. Their lives are mine to do with as I please, for they were my property. But let me tell you this, I am no simple backstabber like you may perceive I might be. I honor my contracts and shall do the same with you, both in word and spirit," she added with emphasis. "Your wife and child shall be released to you, and liberated from their bonds. I take no enjoyment in the petty, barbaric pleasures of torturing those who do not deserve it."

The Tinker gnome simply gulped in relief and shock. "And know this," Andrea then added. "If it wasn't for my timely purchase, you would have never been reunited with your family again and I... never would of had such a perfectly crafted figurine in my possession."
---

The Keep Tower

Becka and Sana dutifully followed their teacher into the towers top floor, where the summoning circle, etched in the raw stone of the floor, was already in place and purified. Sana, the alchemist, was the first to rattle off the many physical safeguards put in place. "The rune lines have been filled with only the strongest of the citrus, surpassing that of even lime Milady. Then we suffused the fruit extract with salt as you commanded, before sprinkling the runes with the powdered silver that you... acquired," Sana continued to state in her precise, foreign accented voice.

"Excellent. I am glad we were able to find a suitable substitute for holy water. I do not want my future consort to feel unwelcome in his new doman," she said as she placed the figurine in the center of the circle. "So am I to be standing here?"

Becka nodded. "Yes Milady," as she started to explain the arcane aspects of the ceremony. "Sana and I will form the circle and start the incantation. Our voices will echo through the Lower Planes for one hour, until they pierce the veil and reach the Demon.... your Consorts ears and then the portal will be opened. Upon that point, you will view your Consort and be able to summon him to this realm by placing a drop of your blood upon the figurine and then casting the binding ritual upon him when he is pulled forward."

"Excellent," Andrea stated simply before noting the look of worry on Becka's face. "Please... voice your concerns now."

"Milady. I worry for your safety. From my research, Demons, especially those more powerful, tend to be rather... dangerous. If you do not dominate him, he may simply strike you down... or worse upon being bound to this plane and I... do not wish to see you endure that gate," Becka stated.

Andrea nodded. "I know the dangers. The only difference is that I desire no servant, but a consort my dear apprentice," the Sorceress then stated with a sigh, realizing no matter how much she tried to explain it to even those as talented and wise as her own handpicked apprentices, that they still did not understand the purpose behind summoning a demon beyond either madness or usefulness. "You may not understand, but I do demand your trust and loyalty in this matter."

"I admit, we do not understand, but we will follow you to the end Milady," Becka stated, as then Sana nodded in agreement.

But how could they understand the fact that Andrea didn't want to summon a demon to be yet another servant in her employ, or some powerful minion to be used up and disposed of. What she was looking for was entirely different then that. She was looking for an equal... a consort for lack of better terms, perhaps even a paramour amongst the powerful Demon Lords of the Lower Planes. For her entire artificially extended life, she had experienced no companionship beyond the most professional or most brief partnerships. There was no one that she found suitable as a consort. And thus her exhaustive research and efforts had led her to this point. If one could not be found among this world of mortals, perhaps she could find a suitable equal from the depths of Hell.

Andrea then turned to Kalia who was almost unseen as she leaned against the walls of the chamber, her cloak shrouded her entire body and face in near darkness. "My shadow. Besides my two apprentices, only you shall be in this chamber with me. If something goes wrong, drive this blade into the demons heart," the Sorceress said, withdrawing a brilliant looking sword still sheathed in an ornate leather scabbard.

For once, Kalia's seemingly dead eyes lit up. "It would be suicide to strike at a Demon Lord Milady," Kalia replied in a whisper. "Is this sword my blood price?"

Andrea blinked, as if considering the answer. "Consider this blade reward for your services rendered prior. Consider what happens after this moment, a renewal of our bond my shadow and keep in mind, I am facing death in certainty and you... only if you choose."

A thin smile crossed her lips. "I accept... Milady," Kalia responded, the smile still holding on her face.
---

It took an hour, and by that time the circle had become an impenetrable vortex of swirling energies suffused by a brilliant menagerie of swirling prismatic colors and a cacophony of bursting sounds and whistling tunes. It was a credit to her apprentices skills that the pre summoning rituals had approached this point as Andrea, trapped by the vortex of raw magical energy, suddenly saw a tear in the fabric of the planes open up before her, like an opening eye.

And thus was revealed to her, the fiery lands of the Demonlord she hoped to call her Consort. She couldn't make out more then the barest of silhoutte but even that seemed to exude a raw, powerful, even masculine energy and power as she felt the blast of heat and demonic power surge through the opening lid of the portal and wash over her. A lesser, mor easily swayed mind might've been intoxicated by the rush of power and thus fail at the apex of the summoning, but power for its own sake was not Andrea's goal and she simply basked in the flow of unnatural energies as they washed over her.

Instead, in full control of her mind and body, she let a single drop of blood, her blood, drop from her full lower lip and fall upon the head of the perfectly crafted figurine. The Demonlord. The chantings of her apprentices had gained the attention of the Demonlord, but it was her offering, of her own essence, that would hopefully draw him into the portal... and to her.

The Infinite Layers of The Abyss

Lord Akradrag sat over his throne, a piece heavily carved of the flesh of his own vanquished peers. The Archfiend ruled this entire layer of the plane, and excerted his influence over two others - the upper and the lower one, where his many minions battled those of his new rivals.

He was bored. It had been months since he had left The Abyss, called and summoned by an elven apprentice that hoped to get rid of her annoying concorrence. Akradrag had raped her corpse after slicing her throat and drinking her blood. He was not a patient being, and to be interrupted of his own lethargy by a less than capable being was nauseous.

The war wasn't going well. After ending Ghargatuloth the Bent, and acquiring almost half of the upper layer, both the Demonlords neighbouring his domains started to pour their own soldiers and creatures over his lands. Akradrag was having no trouble in dispatching them himself, but when absent, they would slowly overwhelm his own demons.

But suddenly, he heard it. A whisper of his name, coming from somewhere far. Too far. An upper place, so far from the Abyss and it's shivering layers. The whisper kept calling him, tiny, female voices that begged for his presence. He disregarded it with a though.

However, the voices started to call his name louder and louder. And more surely. The beg become a demand. Someone, whose power was sufficiently imposing, called for the Archfiend. He could feel the Words of Power summoning him. And then, he felt it. A wave of delicious bitterness flowed through his entire being. He was being summoner by a pact of blood.

Yes. It is time to leave this hole. Let's see who calls, he though.

***

The Keep Tower

A flash of light, thunder and smoke.

So sudden that even the disciplined apprentice's words wavered through the net of the complicated summoning rites. But that only meant they had succeeded in bringuing the Archfiend to the material plane.

A creature, shrouded in a deep courtain of smoke and shadow, stood now inside the summoning circle, the glittering runes and enchantmends of binding distorting themselves as the powerful entity imposed his pwerful presence over them. They held, but almost barely. Lord Akradrag could feel their sting as the powerful binding spells did their work to compel him to stay inside the circle. His hooved feet stomped the runes around, leaving their form imprinted in ash and burnt stone.

He defied the spells. Stretching his wings and arms fully, Akradrag forced the thin edges of the barriers, as he positioned himself as an spider before a predator, willing to look bigger and more threatening. With a deep, unearthly bellow, he cried in defiance before the large chamber.

The three people... wait. He could feel a fourth. Feel her, notice were it stood, but not acutally see her. Perhaps illusion magics had been laid over this last person. He had to keep himself aware of her.

He looked down into the summoners. Akradrag was an imposing figure. Taller than anyone present, the Archfiend was a bestial figure. His hooved legs like that of a bull impatiently rasped the stone floor. His torso was big and massive, furred from his groin to his chest, a black, deturped fur. Under his furred groin, one could notice his large ball, barely concealed by the thick fur. His arms were large, his shoulders broad. His features were concealed by the smoke a blacker than black darkness, except for his fiery red eyes. His pitch-black horns stood proudly over his head, his bat-like wings drapping behind himself.

He sniffed the air. She who had called him by blood was here. One of the women stood right before Akradrag, her imposing position told him of her standing. Her authoritative look towards him also told of her power over the others in the room, probably her subjects.

"Who dared to call upon me?", his voice a distortion of reality as his own presence in the room.

Then, he saw it. His own figurine, before the woman. A twisted smile came to his lips.

Andrea was quietly hoping the swirling vortex of the summoning circle remained impenetrable to the eyes of her two young apprentices. The last thing she needed was the aura of raw fear that often gripped those in the presence of a Demon Lord or indeed any Archfiend to break their concentration and threaten to spoil the entire elaborate ritual in an instant.

Ultimately neither apprentice could see anything, but the vortex itself, impenetrable to vision, but not to the passage of mortals, only demons. But even through the binding circle, they could see the great silhouette of the demon draw upwards, like a great reddish black shadow, behind the blur of raw magical energy that now enveloped both their Master and the focus of the summoning. Off to the side, Kalia felt a slight shiver of fear, and of anticipation as she wondered idly how this gamble would turn out, and if she would risk her own life for the sake of retribution.

These concerns were only in the back of Andrea's mind, as she kept herself focused solely on the Demonlord now standing, or rather, towering over her ultimately modest feminine height. Her dark eyes rose upward, to his demonic, utterly inhuman but still somehow alluring face, and those dark, yet fiery demonic eyes that epitomized the rage, raw emotion and power of the Archfiends of his realm.

"Lord Akradag, Master of Three Planes, I have summoned you here not for your service, but your services," Andrea said, lowering her head in deferential respect, while the churning magical energies caused brisk wind currents to sweep through the confines of the binding circle, causing her red and gold trimmed robes to flutter in the air as she stood before him while he remained unmoved.

Though she noticed the twisted smile growing upon his face and realized, she was not in danger, not yet. But she knew how fickle these demons could be. It was just as like to rape before simply attempting to murder her if it so choose, and Andrea was not nearly about to let herself be seen as a victim. She realized she had to walk a fine line, one where she could demand his respect, and yet not challenge his limitless ego.

Her opening greeting was meant to flatter him, as if he was somehow Master of the Three Planes, even though she knew he was not, since two were currently in dispute. Plus she made it clear early on an important distinction of his service versus services, the former implying a clear master and servant role. She hoped her framing of her greeting had stayed any petty urges of aggression, and perhaps piqued his curiosity.

"Know this my Lord, thought I am powerful, I have summoned you here not as a servant, or one in my employ, but as a consort," she said warily, studying his face, and his body language for any indication of displeasure but sensing nothing yet. "Though you are bound to this circle, know that you can leave whenever you wish," she said, offering up the figurine, the symbol of his binding to this plane, to the demon in her steady hands. "But also know that regardless of your choice, I wish to show my gratitude for you answering my summons," she then added, coyly averting her eyes from his lust filled gaze, her words filled with delicious innuendo as to what form the gratitude might take.

Akradrag dwarfed all the women in the room. He slightly nodded down to Andrea. The Demonlord could feel her presence was by far the most powerful in this room besides himself... and he was not sure if he was indeed more powerful than her. Even though she concealed her age by her clever tricks, Akradrag felt that this woman was an ancient being. Of course, not as ancient as himself, a spawn from the depths since the beginning of time, but he knew that it would be better to show respect before her.

The sorceress knew of his mastery of three layers of the Infinite Abyss. That piece of knowledge was something tricky to come by. He wondered how did she find it. Crossing his arms across his chest, Akradrag enveloped his frame in his long wings, a cape of black from wich the smoke kept flowing from, a black mist contained within the ritual circle that he himself was bound to.

And he heard her greeting. She was being more respectful than many a would-be summoner and master of devils. That alone showed wisdom beside her apparent years. And then he heard it. As a consort? What kind of wicked plan did this witch had, what kind of distance she had to run to come to the conclusion that an Archfiend would be needed?

Lord Akradrag watched as she lifted his own figue in miniature before him. That was a gift, a powerful gift he had once given to one of his most loyal allegiances.

"I am... honoured beyond contemp, Lady Sorceress. But you seem to have the advantage in our little rendezvous. You know my name. I thusly ask, who is the one that wished to deal with me, Akradrag of the Abyss?"

He stared down at the Sorceress frail form. She was gorgeous. As appealing as the last succubus he had forcefully dragged to his own canopy, and took until she had almost died from exhaustion. A succubus. Akradrag was one of the most indefatigable creatures of the Abyss, although not the most lustful of them, he was indeed attracted by the idea. He was indeed intrigued with this unusual suggestion.

"And why, powerful Sorceress, would you need the counsel and company of an Archfiend as myself? I trust this plane of yours to have many capable warriors or magelords to serve you. Or do you wish something they can't provide you... Power? Knowledge? Tell me..."

"I am blessed that his Lordship recognizes my qualities and my stature within this mortal realm. Know that I am the Master of land, men and resources on this mortal plane, though it is obviously insignificant in comparison to the vast realms under your domination," she said, her eyes rising to meet his directly for the first time, as suddenly she lowered herself to a kneeling position before him and spread her hands to either side. "I am Andrea Elsis, Sorceress and Master of this humble Keep, and the lands that surround it, as well as those who dwell within."

"Know that I differ not from any other summoner Lord Akradag, in that I do desire your power and your knowledge and indeed, I could pursue both without having ever summoned you. But also know that this circle cost me much in mortal fortune and time to research and development and that I did not engage in this endeavor for so petty a reason as the pursuit of fleeting power and influence. The purpose for my appeal to your, Lord Akradag, is simple," she said softly, still staring into his eyes as she kneeled before him.

"I am powerful in magic. Well versed in arcane lore and the manipulation of our metaphysical realm. Amongst contemporaries, I can say without ego, I am well regarded not only for my knowledge, but my wisdom as you have readily noticed. I am no megalomaniac and have little desire to pursue power for its own sake. What I desire is far more focused. Just as you are a Master of your Domain, three planes among the infinity, I wish to be a Master of my mine. Of my land, of my studies, and of my life... and my desires," she said, letting the last two phrases hang in the air for a moment. "Know that when I said I desired a consort, I was not speaking in jest."

Her eyes and face took on a more sultry look as she gazed upon the impressive Demon Lord. "I do not dare state we are equals, for we are not. We are like different sides of the same coin, different yet complimentary. So yes Lord Akradag, I desire your power and knowledge, but also much more, and in return, I shall wish to fulfill your desires as to the best of my ability. For I have found no one on this mortal realm who I believe could compliment me as well as you can my Lord. I can only hope this mutual arrangement is something you desire. If not you have my most humble and respectful apologies, and my gratitude for allowing me to bask in your near divine presence my Lord," she added with a final flattering phrase.

The Archfiend took a finger to his chin, considering the Sorceress' proposal, his long dark nail losing itself among his furred chin. He stood upstraight, looking down to stare at Andrea as she tried her arguments over him.

"You speak with wisdom, Andrea Elsis, Master of the Keep.", he said, another rush of smoke covering his hooved feet as he stood calmly looking down on her. "But are you aware of the danger you expose you and your people? Your own apprentices doesn't acknowledge me presence with respect."

Akradrag lifted one of his heavy hoofs, and slammed it hard into the floor. The stone tile broke down, a loud thunder roared as it shattered, the sign undone, the runes losing their power as the circle was uncompleted. But the shockwave did the most important thing. "When your Mistress bows, you bow.", he grunted menacingly.

Both the apprentices to Andrea, Becka and Sana, were send down to the floor, losing their balance as the earth shook. "We overlords of the Abyss are vain, capricious creatures. Would you leave me unshackled? I could snap your neck, but leave you alive and imobile to face how I rape and devour your whelps.", he motioned towards the younger women, "I would slay every inhabitant of the Keep and spread doom and terror in your petty land. Would you risk such outcome of our... contact?"

Lord Akradrag shattered the last of the flimsy binds laid upon the circle, and approached Andrea, never taking his eyes from her. Standing before the kneeling Sorceress, the twisted smile deformed his face once again, dark glee in his eyes.

"If you'd accept the risk of your bets, I am awaiting to be accepted... or banished. The contract must be sealed, Sorceress."

Andrea trembled slightly, her nerves rattled by his... well chaotic display of power, but she stiffened her resolve as she noticed the apprentices awaiting her word. But she rose to her feet as he approached, not wanting to be shown as too weak in this exchange.

"While I respect your power, position and name," Andrea stated, her voice firm despite her frayed nerves. "I must reiterate with all due respect to your Lordship, I did not summon you in jest, nor am I ignorant of the dangers of summoning you to my realm. Know that I accept your contract with full awareness of what potential destruction you could wreak upon this realm but if destruction is your desire, let the battle be joined now," she said, when in a calculated move, not of defiance, but of measured boldness, she raised her chin upward, exposing her neck as if that somehow made her more vulnerable physically to the Demon Lords overwhelming strength. "If devastation is your desire, I am sure you would not wish to insult yourself with subterfuge and declare it openly my Lord," she finally added as the swirling magics of the circle rapidly faded.

The two apprentices picked themselves up, their eyes mixed with apprehension and recovering resolve as they realized the circles energies were now well spent, took several wary steps backwards as they saw their Master facing down the Demon Lord in the center of the chamber, having unshackled him with her response. Andrea's shadow however, remained unmoved, her sure feet finding their footing despite the shockwave and simply watched what would transpire come to pass.

With that said and the circle collapsed, Andrea lowered her chin but kept her gaze fixed, deferentially upon the Demon Lords eyes. "If your passions are soothed by the simple motion of bowing, know that I will gladly do so and inform my apprentices to do the same if it pleases you. But I believe, with the utmost respect, that your Lordship would not be impressed by such facile displays of deference."

"Actually, my passions are hardly clenched, and I wish another kind of submission...", the Archfiend licked his lips as he stood before Andrea. "I accept it."

The single phrase hit Andrea like a waterfall. Lord Akradrag had consented in serve and be served as her consort, as she would be his in the same regard. She was reasonable in the last analysis, he had to admit. He wasn't in the bloodthirster mood today, after all. Actually, his was in another mood...

"I accept it, Lady Andrea.", he slowly nodded his horned head, his blood-red eyes never ceasing to stare down at the Sorceress. "I will be your consort, in both the peace and war, in the battle and bedchamber."

He had stressed the last world. Oh yes. He would reap all of his courtship rights, as he knew the duties would follow soon. He was close to her now, his long, sharp tail wavering behind him. Akradrag slowly leant forward, one of his wings spreading over to cover Andrea's back, like covering her in an embrace.

"But for the Contract to work, my dear, we must have it signed.", he slowly motioned his right arm over to lay it, a heavy claw, over Andrea's should. "You must take my seed.", he said, exhalating his own powerful waves of lust towards her.

"Disband your apprentices. I doubt they'd appreciate what is about to happen, and I'm planning in devouring one of them.", he said, both a jest and a warning in his words.

She felt the waves of lust practically boil off of his demonic body, the raw masculine musk of the Demonlord causing her stoic body to tremble a bit, mostly in her rapidly moistening loins, as she could almost feel the raw desire he was emanating now. Then, as his massive, heavily muscled arm reached out to her shoulder, the lower lip of her mouth trembled, as she closed her eyes and then, realizing he had made a request of her, escaped his enthralling attention for a moment and turned to his apprentices. "You are dismissed," she stated simply and with a firm voice.

The two young ladies, in a mix of shock and apprehension, barely acknowledged her order beyond quickly making a beeline towards the exit of the floor, closing the door behind themselves as they made their retreat.

Andrea meanwhile, started to open herself up, allowing herself to more fully bask in the Demonlords amorous attentions. Her wards were still up of course, but she knew that it mattered little at this point. Being an Abyssal Lord, only the greatest of champions could defeat them and Andrea wasn't deluding herself into such antics. At best, with all of her formidable power, she knew at her best, she only had a chance at temporarily dismissing or banishing the demon lord, not defeating him in an open battle.

So she dismissed the thoughts of martial resistance from her mind. He had accepted her terms and likewise she had accepted his. Now he wishes to seal the contract, and she wished to offer him that gratitude.

She let the lust she had for this inhuman, purely demonic and evil archfiend to overtake her. She knew that what she was about to engage in was something she could not prepare for in any practical sense. Sure there were magics, and potions and other concoctions which could've allowed her better... handle... the demons carnal advances but she also knew the Abyssal Lord likely would've taken such preparations as an insult.

It was another calculated risk of many that Andrea took, but she hoped that Lord Akradrag would appreciate the gesture. She knew how Demons enjoyed, even relished in the opportunity to ravish mortals who, in all respect, were virgins to the advances of Demons like she was. Andrea was wise enough to know that any thresholds of pleasure... and pain were going to be surpassed by their coupling but accepted the risk now. If she survived, and that was far from certain, she would've come out even more powerful from this union.

So she let herself shiver as she felt his warm, powerful hand upon her shoulder, and then with a shrug of her shoulders, her robe suddenly fell away, revealing her entire nude mortal form before him and let him drink up what she offered to him. From the long, dark hair that framed her soft face, the edges of the strands falling down the middle of her backside, her full, round, healthy breasts topped by dark, broad and erect nipples, the milky white skin, firm abdominal that complimented her slightly soft belly. Her curvaceous hips, wide and meaty, perfect for accepting his demonhood. And the long, shapely legs, with the voluptuously firmly muscled upper legs and sleek calves.

Andrea studied his reaction and now, having opened herself up to him, shuddered from the waves of lust practically glowing from him, as her tender mortal body shivered as she felt the tips of his sharp, curved claws grace her soft smooth skin. The tips of his talons were so fine that they almost felt titillating as they grazed across her bare exposed flesh.

She had exposed herself to him, but wishing to ingratiate him further, she decided to show her acceptance of the sealing of the contract through action, as opposed to mere words.

Her hands, capable of weaving such powerful magics, including arcane spells that in the proper situations could easily harm, and even maim a Demonlord as powerful as him, suddenly moved towards his body with a completely different intent. To please... perhaps even worship the most perfect example of masculine power she had ever witnessed. "My Lord, I shall take your seed but first, I humbly request to kneel before you, to worship your Lordships manhood, and perhaps... be baptized by it," she added with a sinister smile on her face.

She lowered her nude body to its knees, while her hands reached out and upward towards his massive, furred groin and drew out his long, thick, demonic phallus. Her fingers immediately felt the heat that practically seared her soft palms to the touch, as she felt his manhood pulse with unnatural life and vigor, seemingly growing and thickening as soon as it felt her soft, nimble fingers. His shaft seemingly rose, veins bulging, the heat rising and the musk that his manhood exuded, almost intoxicating her in a haze of arousal that made her own loins drip with perverse anticipation.

To start off her display of utter sexual submission to his carnal appetites, as her very hands tried in vain to wrap around his massive, rising shaft, her full soft lips leaned forward and pressed against the tip of his broad, domed cockhead and planted a soft kiss upon the tip of his slit, coating her lips with his sticky precum as she tasted demonhood for the first time in her life, and found it... appealing. With Lord Akradrag's permission, she was going to worship his cock.

As Andrea stood in her naked majesty before him, Akradrag really wondered why she had called for him. There were many more capable Archfiends dwelling in the Lower Planes, and she had called for him, the most chaotic of the cruel beings. He had to admit to himself that he was lucky for being chosen with such care and intelligence - for Andrea had awaited for it. He could feel her eagerness into serving... or better, servicing him even before she had knelt and touched him.

He knew that his own arousal affected her. Every wave of his own whims washed over the Sorceress, showing her his desire for her perfect body. She was the most wonderful form he had ever touched - even the Demoness' Queens of the Abyss could not match the sudden hardness that she had dealt him. Her feminine traces exhaled her own arousal before him. and the very though was indeed appealing.

"I would be most honoured to shower your features with my seed, my Lady."

Exposing herself fully to Akradrag not only meant her desire, but also the trust she had delivered him. The Archfiend was honoured to had that confidence in his control, for he had warned Andrea of the disgraces he could unleash over this world. But she disregard them. She had defied his power, but also bowed to it. It would be most delightful to share his own power with her, for she was worthy of it. At least, from the very smell of her, Akradrag believed for the moment.

As she knelt, completely submitted to Akradrag capricious whims, the Demonlord smiled down to her, his eyes never leaving hers. He felt her caring, kind touch at his growing, demonic erection, the red-skinned member throbbing at the Sorceress' hands.

He laid both hands at Andrea's shoulders, their claw-like form clamping her with unnatural strenght, his long fingers spreading themselves, enjoying the touch of her soft, milky skin. His nails carefully scratched her, feeling the very fabric of her flesh with gusto.

"You may take it, my consort, for I am yours, as you are Mine."

He felt her kiss at his very tip, the gesture of submission sending a shiver down his twisted spine. She was demonstrating everything one could wish - a willing, eager submission... in exchange of itself! And more. She wasn't some reckless student, she was the very Master of her lands, submitting lots of serfs to her household. In many ways, so like Akradrag.

With his right, heavy hand, Akradrag petted and caressed Andrea's hair, awaiting for her to take him. He could always force her, gag her into his erection, but he wished to see how eager she was. How further would she go to please him.

Andrea shivered under his touch, visibly, though it was clearly not from the firm caress of his clawed hand as much as the feeling of utter subservience to Lord Akradrags undeniably powerful masculine presence, and how much his lust simply overwhelmed and utterly excited and aroused her. She closed her eyes, wanting to focus completely on the worship of his inhuman cock, and burn this entire experience to her memory.

Her soft lips opened up, her tongue slowly rolling up, lapping up the length of the slit of his penis, feeling the noticeable fleshy crevasse of his slit, oozing and bubbling with hot, sticky precum that steadily oozed from within his phallus, only to be lapped up by her eager tongue as she tasted his musky, hot and yet strangely sweet taste. It oozed over her tongue, coating the insides of her mouth with his clear fluid, and glazed over her thick lips. Her tongue then lowered and lapped up the length of his penis slit again, then again.

Her fingers stretched as far as possible, but found it impossible to fully wrap around his now aroused and erect shaft as she felt the demons power course through his phallus, strumming and almost vibrating under her touch as she started to stroke his length. The heat of his near searing member simply grew hotter in her grasp.

Meanwhile her lips drew even wider, as she realized she would somehow have to will herself to take this demons broad head into her mouth. If she couldn't do that, she might as well surrender to a terrible fate now. But she was confident that she could take his manhood in her mouth, and under Akradrags lustful gaze, he saw this delicious young Sorceress open her mouth wider, and wider, as millimeter by millimeter, his domed, crimson cockhead slipped under the soft folds of her mouth until finally they approached the sensitive edge of his head.

As her soft lips brushed over the edge of his glans, before finally practically flickering over, Andrea's eyes suddenly grew wide with terror as his cock literally seemed to pulse and the Sorceress gagged for a moment, as her head bobbed with his flinching demonhood, her mouth almost completely filled by his inhumanly large cockhead.

Somehow, in tribute to her dedication and perseverance, she recovered and without missing a beat, her cheeks caved in, and started firmly sucking on his cockhead, her tongue, almost pressed against the side of her mouth, rolling and twisting and writhing against his ultra sensitive hood as in a further level of delight, she started to hum and moan into his cock, the vibrations both soothing his member and exciting his passions as she seemed wholly dedicated to worshiping his cock properly as even her hands were still busy, not so much stroking, as massaging his powerful shaft, her fingers working in circular patterns to accentuate the entire experience.

Another moan escaped her lips, and Akradrags cock pulsed again, but this time she moved with his cock, anticipating the move. She was a quick learner as well, and thus could be trained, honed, to please him which wasn't an option with many of his usual 'partners' that he forced himself upon. The moans were a rare occurrence as well, too often he would find his partners descending into screams as they mated.

Her lips stretched wide, and her mouth filled with his cockhead, Andrea's eyes then suddenly sprung open as she looked up at Akradrag's fiery eyes, a hazed over look having fell upon her face as she seemed utterly intoxicated, perhaps even addicted to his taste, and the feeling of offering herself in complete submission to him sexually. Both soon realized they would both experience many new delights as a result of this union.

Many new delights.

Akradrag was taken by the way Andrea handled his girth. He doubted she had even tasted one's erection like his, be it by it's outlandish nature, or by the grossness of the available ones. The feeling of having his urethra licked wasn't unknown to the Archfiend, but the eagerness that Andrea showed him as she started to took his lenght was unlike anything he had felt before.

She acted to consolidate their partnership. The Demonesses that he had forced were usually unwilling, or subservient to him. If felt completely different, his arousal turning on so badly he couldn't even stop his first precum waves of flowing down his shaft into Andrea's mouth. Akradrag felt his member pulsating, and he feared that she would be outraged.

However, she kept licking him, taking his precum with gusto, milking his member even more passionately, all the while stroking his lenght more energically. She was deliciously trying to drain him, and he knew already that she would succeed.

"You are most capable in handling me, my Lady."

Akradrag voice still showed no difference in tone, as if disregarding her constant sucking. His chest raised a little faster, his breath rhythym increasing so to keep the foul bile that roared through his veins focused on his venereal area.

"But it pains me to know that we are not alone, Andrea."

He stared down at her, both his hand grabbing the Sorceress' head with care, his warm hands holding her in place. She looked up towards him, like if imagining what was wrong.

"I feel it's presence. Actually, HER presence. I am offended, my lover, for you did not trust me enough to send her away with your whelps. I can't see her, but I know where she is.", Akradrag sniffed the air, and stare down exactly where Andrea's Shadow, Kalia, stood watching her mistress with a strange glee in her eyes. To be found by the Archfiend was almost unthinkable. How could he acknowledge her position?

Lord Akradrag knew tricks of his own. He looked down into Andrea's eyes. "Order her to announce herself. To watch to this sacred ritual uninvited and unwelcomed is of a boldness beyond compare."

But he didn't wait for Andrea to call Kalia off. The Sorceress had to pay for forgetting about the unbending precepts of the signing of contracts. Andrea had to pay.

Akradrag, without awaiting for his consort's response, drove himself inside of her mouth, using both his hands to pull her head towards his groin. His member was too large to fit in Andrea's mouth - she had struggled to suck his gland. But he forced his erection inside, the phallus coming to hit the back of her throat, it's tip even bending itself to get down at her esophagus.

The Demonlord smiled his characteristically twisted, deturped version of grin filled with sharp teeth. He forced himself once. Twice. Three times he pummeled himself as inside of Andrea's mouth as he could. Half of his lenght filled the Sorceress down to her throat, and if he wished, he could go further - but that usually damaged his partners far too much. He wished her to choke on his phallus, he even knew she could puke over him if he proceeded. But she had enough, Akradrag deemed so, and he withdrew completely, his erection caked in Andrea's saliva, droplets coming to fall at her busty chest, thin strings of her gob linking his manhood to her mouth.

"Do not disregard our pact again, Andrea, my love. For if you do, I won't be so gentle. Our watchers must be consented by the both of us. Reveal her, and send her away. Or better..."

Call your acolytes back in. I want her to see us as we mate. They must know what I will do to them, as they are now MY whelps as well. I want to see their expression as I spread my seed all over you, my love.

Andrea's body visibly convulsed, , as her chest heaved, her full, milky white breasts trembling as she tried to recover from the vigorous thrusting that her body was forced to endure, drawing her in deep enough that it forced her to open up her throat and gag until she practically choked on the demons impressive manhood. He withdrew just as she was focusing on how to suppress that very reflex, almost fearing that she was going to asphyxiate on his cock for a brief moment, but that brush with possible death faded as he brusquely withdrew his cock from her lips.

Her hands immediately went to her stomach, as she listened to his reasons and verbal chastisement while rubbing her midsection, and then her burning chest, still recovering. The thin trails of saliva mixed with traces of his precum dribbled almost freely from her abused mouth for a moment, leaving her lips glistening as streams of fluid drizzled down her large breasts. They sparkled now as she realized that she had no excuses for the transgression.

It wasn't that she forget that her shadow, Kalia was there, it was just she was almost accustomed to her presence that it didn't so much slip her mind, as she took Kalia's presence as a passive fact of her life. But it was a foolish thing to overlook, and she did not even have to speak a word for as soon as she flashed a glance in her shadows direction, she revealed herself, as if seemingly emerging from the stone wall.

"My apologies Milady," Kalia stated in the same soft, yet clear voice, no more then a hushed whisper and to those unused to her speaking mannerism, completely even that she seemed unflappable.

Her shadow stepped forward, her cloak drawn around her body like a cape, shrouded her slim, athletic form as the hood she wore cast her entire face in shadow, with the exception of the reflection of light off her teeth when she spoke, or forced a smile to her face. "I did not wish to cause you undue distress with my presence Milady," Kalia then apologized, in that same bland voice that one could not tell if she was being sincere, sarcastic or a blend of other responses. Her head then turned slightly to the side, towards the Demonlord and remained unflinching under his wary gaze. "...and Milord," she added in a bit of surprising wisdom. "I shall withdraw myself and..."

"No," Andrea finally said, having recovered her breath, though her voice remained somewhat dry and raspy from servicing her new consorts demonhood. "You will summon my apprentices, they are to witness this as he requests."

Kalia shifted slightly underneath her cloak as it enveloped her body fully from knee to neck and she bowed her head low to the both of them. "I shall summon them and bear witness in respectful silence as you requested Milady and Milord," she then added before approaching the door, feeling the Demonlords gaze upon her backside.

For a brief moment, Andrea thought of telling her why she had not dismissed her Shadow, but realized he was not in the mood for excuses. No, the lust was still strong in him, she could feel it and to be honest his rough handling of her simply aroused her even more. This Demonlord was powerful, and had a personality to match it. Ultimately, she enjoyed the handling, the domination that she had felt and then the deliverance from it.

It was delicious to endure, and succulent to savor.

The doors opened and Andrea, still on her knees, decided that instead of offering excuses, she would reinforce her dedication to the sealing of this pact, even in front of her apprentices as they moved into the room, Becka following Sana and almost bumping into her more dusky complexioned counterpart as they saw the Sorceress in such a position.

Nude, on her knees, before the Demonlord Akradrag himself. His thick, deep red phallus was fully erect, curving over her trembling body, his clawed hands resting or perhaps gripping her shoulders. But his gaze was upon them now, not his new mate kneeling before him.

Thus it was a genuine surprise when instead of proffering up pathetic excuses, explanations or fruitless apologies, she instead recovered from her ordeal and almost seamlessly renewed worship of his demonhood. But his cockhead and a surprisingly length of his shaft was glistening, even dripping with her saliva, was simply waving in the air above her form, as she instead ducked her head and hands to an even more perverse place, as now even the Demonlord shivered a bit as he felt the Sorceress' nimble fingers massaging his large, low hanging testicles with her gentle touch, and a moment later, felt her lips first kiss, and then suckle on each of his testicles... or at least try to and even more deliciously, did so as her stunned and captivated apprentices entered.

Kalia closed the doors behind the two stunned magelings and remaining fully visible and in the open, drew herself behind the two talented students as now, they bore witness to their Master not just servicing the cock of this fell Archfiend, but almost literally, and eagerly, worshiping his cock.

Akradrag was pleased. Andrea had chosen to worship and treasure their connection rather than stand for the well-being of her own apprentices and bodyguard. To open herself so fully... was incredibly arousing.

The Archfiend suddenly flapped his wings above them, and covered Andrea's kneeling form before him. This required a little mistery, for he had much to reveal. He stared at Andrea's gleeful eyes as she nibbled his hanging testicles, taking their furred surface in her soft, warm mouth.

And then the Demonlord stared down at the apprentices. While Sana was tall and well-built, Becka was frightened and distracted. Not that Sana wasn't fearful at all, but Becka was really getting to the nerve of Akradrag. He'd usually tear her head out and drink her blood, but he had apact with her Mistress... his Mistress.

"Watch, and heed me well, for now Andrea and Akradrag shall work as one. A bond stronger tha any magical contract. Know that as you are hers, you are also mine."

"And as you are mine, I am to use you and dispose of you as I seem fit, as my consort seem fit.", he motioned to the woman sucking his erection."And I shall take each and every one of you, to do as I please, as part of your bonding towards my Lady."

His voice was both solemn and joyfull. He brough Andrea's head up, to suck at his lenght once again.

"I am near to sign our contract, My lover. Be energic, and it shall be done in no time."

He opened and flashed his wings widely. Letting the full glory and majesty of his worship appear before the witnesses of this bonding.

His hands were in complete control of her head, as he casually, effortlessly, moved her hungry lips from his short furred balls, now dark and wet from her tender suckling, moving it back to the head and shaft of his cock. For a brief moment, Andrea lost herself in suckling the head of his cock again, her many tongue strokes focused on the near steaming slit on the tip of his penis, before with an incredibly gentle pressure, he guided her pretty head farther down until her tongue was rolling up the length of his shaft, her tongue tracing along the surprisingly soft leathery flesh of his cock, while underneath was unyielding firmness and the pulse and flow of his seed preparing to bathe and baptize her entire body any moment now.

The Sorceress heard Akradrags proclaimation, especially of how he would claim all of her possessions as his and utilize them as they both saw fit, with the important emphasis on utilizing not only her apprentices, but her Shadow sexually. It was a concern, one that Andrea worried about, but pushed out of her mind, hoping it would not come up. But it had, and she would have to deal with it somehow.

But not now.

For this moment, she was too busy slavering over the worship of his magnificent phallus, fully dedicating her mind and body to showing her gratitude to this incredibly powerful Abyssal Lord and that could brook no distracting interruptions. She could only hope her apprentices were wise and strong willed enough to not ruin this opportunity and experience for her. If they would, then they would have laid forfeit their fates.

While in the back of her mind, she worried of her apprentices reaction, she knew her Shadow Kalia would be of no concern. Deep down, she wondered if her shadowy companion was even perversely enjoying the display of her Master submitting herself sexually to this demon. It certainly wouldn't be a surprise if that proved true.

As her tongue rolled up the length of his shaft again, feeling the sharp heat grow even higher with every deliciously long lick, she could even feel his cock pulse with anticipation, as a rush of euphoric excitement crossed her. Even her own pussy seemed to instinctively clench up in excitement as she realized the moment of his climax was fast approaching, and though they had been preoccupied for the moment, she realized her own loins were practically dripping with arousal just from worshiping the Archfiends demonhood. Soon he was going to bathe her in his seed, and she would relish in the honor, and her closest confidantes and companions would bear direct witness to the act.

Akradrag tried to distract himself of being mouth-handled by this most delicious Sorceress. He had to think about something else...

He looked briefly to Her Shadow. She kept looking unconcerned by his fiery stare, but the Archfiend knew already how he would make use of the shadowy warrior. He had guessed she was a capable fighter on her own, for she was disguised and concealed from his natural perceptions. When she had walked to summon Andrea's whelps, he had noticed how she had waved her perfectly-shaped round ass, her lithe legs taking it around... Yes. He would surely take her.

Lord Akradrag caressed Andrea's distorted cheeks, his own hot member inside of her mouth. He used one of his long, dark-nailed fingers to take a small handful of hair from her eyes, turning to kindly stare at his loving Mistress.

His phallus started to pulse and throb more often, as he could feel his fiendish seed coming to his tip, his wet balls surging it's contains forward with gusto. He moaned himself as the sudden feel of the incoming pleasure and delight washed over his member.

And into Andrea's mouth.

The first jolt was so pressured that it went straight and unnanounced to hit Andrea square in the back of her throat, shoving her backwards slighlty. With a hand holding her head in place, the Demonlord withdrew from the Sorceress' mouth, to spray jets of his heavy, slick, boiling cum towards her head, the hits crossing and caking her entire face with demonic seed.

Every jolt was a considerable amount of come, it's burning nature marking Andrea's skin slightly with pink areas wherever it laid, but made no further harm.

Once. It splashed at her cheek. Twice, if hit and went inside of her nostrils, she could feel the fould liquid flowing inside her nose. Thrice, her forehead, the wave spreading over her hair. The fourth time, it splashed square on her chin, coming to lay at her large, heavy breasts, where the fifth time it was aimed to cross her breasts.

"Savour it.", Akradrag demanded after caking almost completely Andrea's bust and face with his seed. She had been baptised. Their contract was sealed.

She had bathed in his seed, almost literally. From her head to her breasts, she was thoroughly soaked with his piping hot seed. His inhuman cum was thick, creamy and frothing with heat that she almost felt amazed that she wasn't burned by his seemingly boiling cum. It burned, but not painfully as she felt his creamy seed drizzle down her now pinkish colored skin.

For a moment, her apprentices watched both with awe at Akradrags display of raw masculine sexual power, and then felt a tinge of fear as their Master seemed to remain kneeling at his hooved feet. But her stillness only lasted for a moment, as a moment later a shiver ran through her body, a pleasurable one, when before anything else could be said, the Demonlord wrapped his large batlike wings, almost as if it was a cape, around her nude body just as she rose to her feet. His head bowed low and though words were exchanged, neither of the apprentices could hear what was being spoken.

Thus, Sana was at first confused when with no pre-emption, Kalia simply walked up to her side and handed her the fine magical sword that was to be used against the Demonlord. "Take this," Kalia simply stated, as if sensing or perhaps actually manage to discern what was being said and knowing she wouldn't be allowed weapons soon enough.

It wasn't until Akradrag had opened up his wings again that Andrea was seen as immediately she beckoned Becka over to pick up the robes she had discarded and then turned her eyes upon her Shadow, only to see she had just handed her sword over to Sana.

Somehow she already knew what was about to occur and... both to Andrea's relief and chagrin, she had already yielded to her fate. Andrea turned towards Becka, who immediately threw a linen blanket around her Master before, after taking a visible gulp, ran over even closer to the Demonlord she feared so much, and trying to avoid eye contact with the monstrous creature, snatched up Andrea's robe and scurried away like a scared little rodent after her teacher.

Andrea meanwhile passed by Kalia, wanting to say something but not finding the appropriate words. What was there to say that her Shadow already didn't discern. They knew each other so well that, at least in this case, words were not needed.

Instead, Andrea passed by her loyal associate silently, and only spoke when they had approached the entrance to the summoning chamber only this time addressing her apprentices. "Close the door behind us. My consort desires to... confer... with my Shadow in private. Sana I will have you attend to my bedchambers and be certain they are prepared to the arranged specifications," Andrea said, her throat feeling dry, and not just from worshipping the Abyssal Lords cock.

"As you wish Milady," Sana said with a bow before departing.

"Becka, you will attend to me, for we have much to discuss," the Sorceress then said, her gaze upon the young, flame haired apprentice showing there was something of grave concern on her mind, no doubt related to Becka's attitude towards recent developments. It was an issue that could not wait and had to be rectified soon now that the contract was sealed.

Meanwhile back in the summoning chamber, Kalia heard, and could almost feel the summoning chambers doors close behind her. They weren't locked of course, but they might as well have shut her off from the rest of the world, she imagined. The Demonlords gaze fell upon her and Kalia could readily detect the lust in the Archfiends eyes.

Kalia felt no reason to remain so intentionally stoic, even though she was normally taciturn in her attitudes. So even though her face was cast in shadow, she turned to face the Demonlord. Her next words were spoken with an even voice, though his sharp ears could detect the feintest tinge of unease from the woman. It was her first words to her new Master. "My lord."

Lord Akradrag stared down to Kalia once his Consort and her magelings retired from the Summoning Chamber. Standing before him, was his greatest rival before the favours and desires of the Sorceress. He had to depose of her as a threat to his own ascension, or turn her down enough that she wouldn't try to defy his resolutions ever again.

The Archfiend was now an equal of Andrea before Kalia, but the Shadow didn't seemed to understand it. Nor appreciate it. What was Akradrag seeing here? Have the Shadow and the Sorceress enjoyed more than confidence between them?

Maybe.

"You outrage me, Shadow.", the fiend's voice was menacingly low, a grow of a bestial creature from the Lower Planes. "You must acknowledge me as your Master. And I will bend you. I will mark you so deeply you will never forget to whom you owe fealty from now on."

The Demonlord did not await for a reply. Pouncing from the pool of his drying seed where he had baptised Andrea, he came down over the surprised Kalia, taken by his sudden move and his unnatural speed. He had caught the Shadow in his claws, turned her around so he was facing her back, and forced her to the ground.

"If you keep resisting, Kalia, I will bestow more of my markings over you. And I am sure you shall not appreciate doing so as I do."

He arched Kalia's back, forcing her chest down towards the cold, stone floor, as in the same motion bringuing her backside up, her fine ass lifted towards himself. Akradrag then laid both of his hands over Kalia's perfectly round butt, each hand strongly, but not viciously, grabbin her with unceremonious reverence.

"Now it is the time to say if I am to devour you, or mark you as my own, Shadow." He said with a wicked amusement on his low, deep voice.

She was being manipulated by the Demonlord, as one could do to a puppet. His strength and pure physical power simply overwhelmed her resistance that as soon as he demanded she stop resisting, she did just that, pragmatic enough to recognize the futility of her purely instinctual reaction of struggling against him. But by that time, she had been pinned to the ground, her hood and cloak flopping upward, collating around her head and neck as she felt the cold, unforgiving stone floor pressed against her face, errant black locks of hair fluttering around her fair, almost milk white skin.

The Demonlord noticed she had stopped struggling, perhaps surmising correctly that this so-called Shadow of the Sorceress was quite the pragmatic individual when it mattered. But pragmatism was a point far from broken and submissive and this fact, they both knew.

Though still unseen, Kalia felt the urge to tremble as she first felt the Demonlords clawed hands grip her posterior, holding it up, leaving her in the uncomfortable position of being on her knees, and her face pressed against the floor with her ass raised up, undoubtedly aimed right at the Archfiends cock. She wondered just what he would do, knowing he planned on despoiling her, on raping her, but idly thought, or perhaps hoped, he would violate her womanhood.

The sound of leather tearing apart interrupted her thoughts however as she felt the sharp, almost tickling grace of the tips of his claws shift on her tight ass and realized he was literally tearing open her tight fitting leggings until she could feel the warm air of the chamber suddenly waft over her bare, pale, and tight ass and nothing else.

A moment later, she felt the tip of his incredibly hot phallus suddenly press against her tight, virgin asshole, the broadness of his cockhead already rubbing hard against her asscheeks, pushing them wider. She tried to remain as still as possible, not wanting to antagonize, or arouse the Demonlord any further, but as soon as she felt the moist slit of his demonhood press against her puckered up entrance, her entire body literally stiffened up, anticipating what was about to happen.

Any hopes this would be a slow entrance faded as Lord Akradrag, perhaps detecting the sudden unease in her, tightened his grip on her hips. Kalia slid her arms in front of her head, hoping that it would pad her face from pressing up against the floor but realizing that was the least of her problems at this moment.

When the Demonlord literally bucked his hips forward, driving his thick, hot cockhead into her virgin ass, the once stoic and silent rogue screamed, the sound of it echoing through the summoning chamber, until only a soft echo of it reverberated through the walls, drifting over the ears of Andrea on the floor below as she prepared herself for reuniting with her consort.

It had been but moments, Andrea realized, but her new lover had already made her shadow scream.

It had enerved Akradrag that Kalia had not boldly replied to his actions. But it was of little consequence now, that he was sodomizing his Mistress' Shadow. How prepotent the woman was, to be the bodyguard and trumph of the Sorceress!

The Archfiend drove himself forward, feeling the inner walls of the Shadow's rectum bending and spreading themselves unnaturaly as he forced his demonhood inside, inch by painful inch getting out of his sight at he penetrated his servant, Kalia's trembling body under his girth, her nails digging at the stone floor as she futily tried to drag her limp body away from his lenght.

He loved it. The pain! The feeble struggle to get away from his mighty claws, the horror of being sodomized by the being. By the Winds of Pandaemonium, she was so, so tight. He loved the way she buckled under him, he loved the screams of his prey as she finally started to lose her sense of control.

Every penetration was painful for the Demon as well. Even as her flesh tried to accomodate his size, it clamped and squeezed his unnatural erection into her bowels, the pressure painful to both Master and Servant.

He would love to take his servants like this.

As he drove himself inside of Kalia almost fully, he could feel himself bending her insides, her inner organs adjusting to welcome his penetrations, that every time he hilted himself, the Shadow would cry again, the screams filling the room. But suddenly, he felt, rather than heard, a different emotion in her cries.

Pain. Yes, pain, but something more. Was it despair? Surely. But was it... pleasure? He could sniff at her hair, taste it as her ass' skin as he pulled her towards him with every motion.

And he pummeled Kalia on, and on, and on. Minutes? Hours? Even him, the mighty Lord of the Abyss, could not tell as he ravished and mangled the Shadow's ass.

"Tell me, Kalia... to whom this ass belongs to?"

Hot tears were streaming down her face, as she felt with each thrust of his hot, thick and long cock, her insides churn and scream out in pain. While he could feel the incredible heat, and pressure and tightness of her rectum literally and futilely trying to hold back his repeatedly thrusting cock, for her it was even worse as the pain of feeling like she was being impaled time and time again, drove her mind to near madness from the raw, burning pain. Even worse, she could feel her body jostle as her innards were literally being pushed aside to accomodate his repeated intrusions and a terrible dread creeped upon her as she realized she would never recover from this unnatural act.

Thus when he demanded to know who her ass belonged to, she already knew what to say. "You my Lord," she barely whispered, as was her way, her voice even more soft now as her throat was dry and sore from the near constant screams.

He pulled his hips back again, feeling how Kalia literally shuddered as her entire body suddenly seemed to tremble from the withdrawal of his massive organ, only to suddenly draw another scream from her tortured throat again as he drove his cock into her once again, his furred testicles slapping against her hips as with every thrust, her entire body recoiled and further tore her tight fitting leggings until they were little more then tubes of leather hugging her legs and hanging limply off her hips.

"You are my Lord," she finally said, her raspy voice struggling to attain a higher volume, just enough to reach her new Lords ears, before she pulled her own head down into her arms, clutching at the back of her head with her hands and unleashed a torrent of soft sobbing as the sodomy continued unabated... for minutes... perhaps even hours until her once virgin ass fit his cock like a perfectly formed sheath of tightness and heat. Until her ass resisted his intrusion no more.

The Archfiend saw her face buried in her own arms, and could hear her near constant sobbing now, the sleeves of her shirt wet and slick with her own hot tears when he mockingly taunted her with the same question again. In desperation, she raised her head up, her hood falling back and in a dry, rasping voice, screamed her answer again so as to leave no doubt as to the answer. "YOU ARE MY LORD!" she screamed aloud, as he saw her face uncovered for the first time, red with humiliation and moist with her own tears. A second later, in some pathetic attempt to hide her shame, she buried her head in her arms again as he continued fucking her now far more accommodating ass, knowing she believed it now too.

But seeing Kalia reveal her face brought something else to the Demonlords attention as he realized this shadowy rogue had long dark hair, and full lips and fair skin as well. Their body types were different, obviously, with Andrea being full and shorter and voluptuous with her ample curves and Kalia being taller, leaner and far more athletic but blessed with delicious curves herself. Plus the way they smelled, and moaned, and from what he could sense being such a powerful Demon.

He had already suspected Kalia as to being Andrea's lover. But this new revelation was far more perverse. They weren't just lovers, but related by blood. Perhaps not full sisters, but perhaps half. Regardless, he knew Kalia wasn't in any condition to clarify this as Kalia, perhaps realizing her hood had fallen away, pulled it back over her hair, in a vain effort to try and hide herself from him, even though her ass was still impaled on his cock.

Lord Akradrag's mind raced with the sudden revelation. He knew that both Mistress and Shadow's relationship had runned deeper than mere bodyguard and protected. More than bedfellows. It was in their blood.

He knew that the scent, the distinctive musk each woman had exhalated on their own was far too much similar - even if completely different. What depraved mind would have raised sisters who shared more than intimate caresses?

The Archfiend pondered this questions and possibilities as he kept pummeling the sobbing Kaila's backside, driving his inhuman erection balls deep into her violated cavity. The Shadow's would never be the same again. Akradrag had spread open a hole that he'd never allow to be closed again.

As Kaila's ass had accomodated his whole girth, which he knew that had caused some permanent damage to her insides, the Demonlord started to hilt himself slower, even if leading himself all the way into the tearful, defiled woman under his frame. He was penetrating her kindly now, carefully exploring her ass as he kep hammering into her. Even with his unnatural endurance, Akradrag knew he would be coming soon - to spread the virgin ass of a woman was indeed tiring - although delightful beyond compare.

"Remember this, Kalia...", the demon's voice much lower, much kinder, "Your ass is mine. You are mine. I am your Lord and Master in all regards. Bear that in mind and pay the respects I demand."

Akradrag lowered himself over Kalia, her shivering butt bending under his massive weight, his member hilted deep into her bowels. He approached her face, hidden between her arms. Never leaving her depts, the demon pulled up her hood. As Kalia cowered again, trying to hide her face under her arms desperadly, too dreadful to face the demon's expression of mockery and delight. He grabbed her head violently with his claw like hand, the other laying at her shoulder, and pulled her hair, lifting the Shadow's head and bending her so she'd face his fanged face.

"I will love to spread your ass every night, MY Shadow.", he smirked, his luscious glaze sending another shiver through Kalia's trembling body. "If you survive."

With one last pumping, taking a last, faint shadow of a cry from Kalia's mouth, Akradrag delivered her his seed, exploding deep inside of the woman's abused asshole, sending his loads deep into her violated insides. So much, that even in her distorted and deformed bowels, his seed would not be contained. He filled her up, sending jets of his demonic seed spilling out from her sore butt.

She could feel his eternal pumping of her ass, the seed incredibly soothing and refreshing for her undoubtly huge inner damages. Akradrag slowly withdrew from her insides, inch by inch, still emptying his balls into her backside.

He ended his showering of her insides much quickler than when bathing Andrea. The Sorceress had drained his seed, milking him almost dry - but his masculine form was always able to quickly refill his manhood with both desire and liquids.

Slowly, but surely, the Demonlord stood over Kalia's limp, stiff body, hearing her almost unnaudible sobs.

"Your ass is mine."

The Sorceress had long finished bathing and was being led to the bedchambers by Becka when they both heard the end of the muffled screams that were undoubtedly Kalia's and Andrea noticed Becka visibly shudder at the thought of such a strong willed woman being made to scream like that.

"My lady...," Becka finally started to stammer when with a single finger, the Sorceress silenced her flame haired apprentices protest before it could be uttered.

"I understand you are afraid Becka," the Sorceress said, turning to her young charge and caressing her cool face with a warm hand. "This is not fair to you so I will give you this once chance to relinquish your studies here and depart with no debt to me. But if you stay, you will call both my new consort and myself Master and obey us. There is no compromise on this and you will have to trust me that I will not allow you to be abused by him."

"It is not you I worry of my lady..." Becka stated, pondering what the end of the screaming meant. "He means to debase us all in that manner..."

"He will respect my wishes for he is bound by contract to do so," Andrea stated firmly. "And it is my wish that you only learn and serve us. Not to be used and abused. But my word can only go so far. If you choose to stay Becka, you must honor and respect his presence as you would mine. That is my half-sisters fault."

"Yes my lady... but he is but a demon..." Becka then opined.

"You will never address him as such again, in private or otherwise. My new love is an Abyssal Lord and that means his domain is equivalent to all of this continent, if not more. He is no mere demon. He is as close to a Demigod one can approach while still being a creature of solely flesh and blood. I would ask of you to treat him as you would any great King, for that is what he is. Do you understand?" Andrea warned, her initial angered reaction tempered by the rest of her explanation as they entered the bedchambers as prepared by Sana.

"Yes my Lady," Becka stated with an obedient bow, taking her teachers wise counsel to heart.

"All of us, including my sister, have much to gain from this union," Andrea stated with a convincing certainty. She approached the large bed, specially designed and created so that she could enjoy many nights and days of passion with her new consort. The bed itself was built stronger, and the mattress and pillows were soft, yet firm with silken sheets and satin fabric. Even more, the room and its furniture had been fragranced and scented as Andrea, still nude, crawled upon the middle of the mattress, surrounded by a sea of pillows and atop the crimson sheets, awaiting her consort and mate.

"Becka. If you wish to stay with us, I now ask you to bring Lord Akradrag to these chambers and tell the Apothecary to attend to my sister," the Sorceress then stated.

The other option of course, was her departure from this land in perpetuity. Becka simply nodded, and dutifully departed the new bedchambers, to summon Lord Akradrag in person. The young red haired apprentice said a silent prayer to her own Gods... who were only slightly less dark in persona then the Archfiend himself, to bless her with strength and courage and walked up the staircase to the summoning chamber.

Andrea meanwhile, her nude body mingling and intertwining with the sheets to accentuate her presentation glanced at Sana. "And do you have any concerns Sana? You have been awfully quiet."

The dusky complexioned apprentice simply glanced downward. "Nothing but admiration my lady. I never thought you could seduce an Abyssal Lord but you have," Sana stated, apparently having mistaken exactly what was transpiring.

Andrea simply smiled. "There is no seduction involved my dear Sana. To finally find a mate that compliments me, I had to scour the hellish Abyss itself... and now I have succeeded."

Becka was still fearful of the mighty, bestial creature that her mistress had serviced, and now meant to laid with her. She really had considered that Andrea had gone insane with all of this absurd ideas...

The clumsy apprentice ranned down to the Aphotecary. She could only imagine the endless tortures that the fiendish monstrosity was bestowing upon Kalia... how had her Mistress allowed him to do such unspokable acts of depravity with her own sister?

After talking to the Master Healer in the service of the Keep, she quickly runned to the Summoning Chambers, hoping to not do too badly before the Archfiend this time. As she was almost over the top, she stumbled on her own feet, stepping on the border of her own robes. Becka came crasing down into the ground, but thankfully to her own Dark Deities, she had let only a faint gasp leave her lips.

She could not hear the screams anymore. They've had ceased for some time now, but she could still hear... sobs and shrugs. Painful sobs and shrugs. She had arriven just before the Chamber's doors... when it suddenly opened.

Akradrag stood, mighty and tall before Becka, his bat-wings barring any vision of the room. Becka could feel the sticky smell of his demonic seed, as the damp room odours flung into the hall. He had appeared so suddenly that she backstepped before making a clumsy reverence, and staring at his eyes before lowering her head in respect.

"M-My L-Lady requests your presence in her Quarters, m-milord."

Foolish child, the Demonlord thought. Foolish, foolish child. He walked over Becka. She backstepped from Akradrag until she had her back at the wall, the towering creature's torso standing at her face. The demon only smiled - the same smile she had seen he offer to Andrea.

With claw-like finger, he groped her breast. Becka let out an acute scream as he shushed her down with a menacing growl.

"You should really pay attention to you manners, child. If you keep unpleasing me, I'll devour your insides AFTER raping your corpse."

"I-I'm sorrrry....", she whimpered. Patetically.

Another heavy hand went directly into her groin, it's fingers touching Becka's womanhood over her robes, his palm grabbing at her inner thigh."Is that so, whelp? Tell me how sorry you are. Otherwise, you may suffer what Kalia had just endured. Although...", he smirked,"...I do not think you'd survive it."

"I'm so so so sorry, Lord Akradrag! I beg you... let-me-go!"

Akradrag did. It was so much fun to tease this girl. He would have fun when the time came to clain her as well. But now was not the time. The Demonlord only letted her go, and gave her his winged back as he eagerly strode forth towards the stairwell that lead to the Sorceress' Sanctum.

And he let Becka witness the horror he had bestowed Kalia.

"...with the futures of the wool market, I think demand in the Southern ports would only increase," Sana started to , as Andrea nodded, sitting cross legged on the bed and sincerely hoping Becka hadn't done something foolish and gotten raped by Lord Akradrag. Regardless, she was starting to feel some mild worry at how long the Demonlord was seemingly taking with her sister. Andrea knew Kalia was still alive and intact, but not the condition. That would have to wait until tomorrow. Sana, for what it was worth, was trying to assist her Master in trying to get her not to think about such things, as they both knew that Andrea would have to focus fully on being the passionate, loving, and erotic mate that Lord Akradrag had experienced earlier, and sealed his contract for and so was talking about the drudgery of economic issues.

"Well that should prove a boon to-," Andrea started to reply when a familiar scent was caught in the air and both Sana and Andrea looked up to see a moment later, the approach of Lord Akradrag in all of his nude masculine glory. Sana, her eyes growing wide with fear, managed to make that be the only outlet of her obvious discomfort with his presence.

"My Lord," Sana stated with a respectful voice, bowing as she took several steps away from the bed and beside the wall.

Andrea remained sitting cross legged on the bed, as she suddenly realized a smile was curling across her face just from viewing her consorts arrival. It took her a moment to actually realize that she was finding herself naturally finding the Demonlord attractive, and not only for his physical aspects, but the raw masculine power and authority he seemed to exude and ultimately, she simply found the Archfiend appealing both physically, and emotionally. One thing she did notice however, was that as he walked, his long, red skinned phallus was swaying idly between his legs without shame as the bloated cockhead casually slapped against his thighs with every stride he took.

"My Lord. Come and join me," Andrea offered, straightening out her legs as the Lord realized the bed was specially made to handle his impressive size and stature.

The Archfiend seemed to smile, as with a surprisingly grace, he approached the end of the bed and in a very human looking action, crawled atop the firm mattress until he was beside the Sorceress who simply had a tentative look on her face. For all of her research after all, she had little idea how... this coupling would turn out. So when he laid a hand on her shapely hips, and gently pushed her on her side, she simply went with his lead only to find him draw his body up behind her and then wrap his heavily muscled arm around her side, under her arm, and start tracing his fine clawed fingertips across her bare chest, teasing her skin as she realized this evil, sadistic Demonlord was actually spooning her.

And cuddling her.

Sana's eyes grew wide, not with fear, but disbelief. She was expecting to witness something far more horrible like with the initial sealing of the contract when the Demonlord forced his manhood down her Masters throat. But this, it was actually... erotic.

"You gave your sister to me freely my Lady in honor of our contract. Know that I am pleased with your loyalty," Lord Akradrag then stated with a simmering voice as his hand then slid down her side, before gripping her thigh. With one hand, he almost wrapped it around her meaty upper leg and then lifted it up when a moment later, she felt his incredibly hot cockhead pressed against her lips. It was suddenly erect again it seemed.

Andrea was somewhat surprised that Lord Akradrag was able to deduce what only she and her most trusted confidantes knew, but was more surprised at the Demonlords reaction. She started to speak, when suddenly her entire body flared with fiery pleasure, as she felt the Demonlord slowly, deliberately taking his time, push his large cockhead into her tight, human pussy. His domed glans pushed her moist pussy lips outward, slowly, stretching her entrance. His hand meanwhile shifted back up to her body, his clawed hand tenderly kneading one of her large breasts as she felt his hot breath on her face and neck.

Millimeter by millimeter, he pushed his cockhead in deeper, feeling her mortal body shiver and shudder from his penetration as he felt the tightness of her womanhood resist his intentionally slow press inward. He let it drag out, taking minutes what could've taken a split second, until finally, with an almost audible pop, his thick cockhead slipped into her pussy, and her outer lips seemed to seal up behind his cockhead, gripping his shaft snugly and Andrea felt her entire body burn from her pussy. Lord Akradrag pressed his body against hers, feeling her comparatively inexperienced body shiver as she literally climaxed from his entrance.

"Fully appreciating my lusts will take some time for you so I will take my time. Perhaps you can entertain me with the story of you and your sister shadow," the Lord then said, relishing in the delight of having this woman to slowly take and claim.

Andrea, letting this first orgasm wash over her, simply nodded as she felt the Lords cockhead seemingly settle just inside her womanhood, as if letting it get used to his girth. It felt so amazing, just having this hot, thick member within her, that she needed a moment to gather herself before she spoke.

"My father was a Mage-Lord in the Kingdom of Starmantle, and Lord of the province of Odamount. He was a nasty, petty man who despite all of his powers, never had a greater sense of purpose beyond himself and proved unwilling to control his baser urges and desires. I was the middle child, with an older sister and younger brother whom I cared for very deeply. But he treated us children as nothing more then commodities as opposed to a legacy. He had no desire to see us ever take his mantle," she said dispassionately, as her hand slid over his, to show she wasn't too captivated with retelling her story that she was ignoring him.

In response, he shifted his cock into her just a little deeper, causing her entire body to tremble for yet another moment in absolute raw burning pleasure before she continued to speak. "When my older sister, Miesha, was of age, he forced himself upon her in a pathetic display of incestuous lust. It drove her so mad she fled into exile and secluded herself in some temple out of shame. He cared not and thus I knew it was only a matter of time before he would force himself upon me. So I took the initiative and struck first."

Andrea started to smile as the Demonlord could almost sense the delicious part of the story that was going to come. "So I seduced the old man myself. But before he could take me, I took his throat in my hand and strangled the life out of the old man who was so in love with himself he did not have his usual wards to protect himself from me," she said turning up to Lord Akradrag and smiling. "Speaking of wards, I have removed those upon me..." she added in a pique of irony. "Nothing to come between our enjoyment of each other."

She then returned to the story. "Regardless of how well deserved, murder of a Mage Lord is frowned upon in Starmantle so I had to flee. From his journals however, I learned that my sister and I were not the only victims of his lecherous ways as he often forced himself upon any woman in his realm that suited his fancy. It was on the streets that I encountered my half sister Kalia who was only a few years short of becoming a young woman herself. But her life had been hard in the slums and the streets, making her living as a cutpurse and burglar."

"I took her in and we found our skills complimented each other. She had a darkness in her that I could not, and eventually gave up trying to excise from her. With her skills of subterfuge and stealth, and my talents and skills in magic, we became quite the pair," Andrea stated. "We left Starmantle soonafter however because my guilt and continued presence could've damaged my brothers inheritance even though he chose a path different from that of spellcraft as well." Andrea stretched a bit, feeling his cock stir within her pussy, shifting with her hips as she moved ever so slightly. "We took over this keep from some petty Brigand-Lord some years back and transformed it and the surrounding lands into our own little fiefdom. Though I suppose I am the 'Mage-Lord' of this land, she is my right hand."

Her story finished, she refocused her attentions upon the Lord, wanting to ask about Kalia, her shadow, but deciding she could find out for herself. This evening had to be dedicated to solidifying their union, in the most enjoyable manner possible.