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Rituals (Micro-Fiction)
🕑 Added 2020-04-02 18:01:00 +0000 UTCI wrote a series of these shorts on stream as commissions. I'll be posting them over the next week or so, on days when there's not an already scheduled story being shared.
This was written as a commission for a user named RaptorMajor.
Content note: Contains no diapers.
Vivian cried out in pain as the demon’s hand struck her bare ass, leaving a palm print that stung even when his hand pulled away.
Imperionis, dread demon of power, struck again. It hurt like hellfire, it hurt worse than any pain she’d suffered in her life, and she cried out. Clutching to the demon’s legs, Vivian endured the spanking.
She could end it at any time, but doing so would break the pact. So, Vivian Elagon, Witch, held on, bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, and kept her whimpers to a minimum as Imperionis struck again.
A line of runes appeared on her chest, purple and spiralled, tracing around her breasts in demonic sigils.
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She couldn’t see. She could barely breathe. Vivian’s arms were held down with heavy leather straps, her feet pulled out spread eagle, her neck clad in a collar that was buckled to the table. Even had she not been blindfolded, there was nothing to look at, and the gag mattered little because there was nothing to say.
Trussed so tightly that she couldn’t even wiggle her fingers, she had no choice but to take it as the demon pounded himself into her from behind, thrusting hard, throbbing and erect as he drove in again, and again, until he quivered and released, the squirt of hot fluids met with a line of script that ran up her arms and down her shoulders.
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Vivian screamed. The demon’s forked tongue was lapping her up, making her shudder, bringing her to the edge. Every time, as she moaned and pleaded for release, he stole away from her and offered no such pleasure.
Her hands balled into fists as he licked up her thighs and put his tongue into her once more. Another scream, another minute, as he repeated the denial for the thirtieth time.
The runes on her chest matched with those on her arm, and spread, all the way down to her toes.
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Held up by wrist restraints, feet spread out, Vivian could only hang in the air, face down, swinging slightly back and forth as her hair dangled down to the floor. She caught her breath, in time for the demon to force his manhood between her lips once more.
As she took him in, careful with her teeth, playing her tongue over him, she almost didn’t hear the succubus behind her until she felt something cold press against her back door, forcing her open, stuffing her inside with something firm yet malleable.
She felt it push up inside her, breaking and squishing as she tried to squeeze it out, but there was no room to do so as the succubus filled her up more, more, all the while her demon continued to fill her mouth, finally spraying hot fluids down her throat.
The runes went down her legs, binding the seal together, almost complete.
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Vivian had not been allowed to expel anything or rest before the plug was inserted, and she felt full and cramped as she was pinned down and worked upon, the succubus suckling her breasts, the demon kissing her lips, his dextrous tail playing between her legs. She was dripping with satisfaction, moaning into his lips, every part of her wanting nothing more than to-
She stiffened as he thrust deeper, harder, and she finally reached climax. Squirting over his tail and down her thighs, she held tense for a moment, took a panting breath, and then relaxed against her demon’s chest.
As the spiraling runes across her body began to glow, making their pact final, he held her close and she put her arm around the demon’s body, resting in an embrace.
She belonged to him.
