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“Lord Douma wants to see you,” a servant cooed from the archway, cracking the door open. “He says he will not tolerate your tardiness.”
(Name) rose from her futon, tightening her sash and squaring back her shoulders. While fear ate away at the lining of her stomach, her face never showed it. She stood calm and proud, following the young servant down the halls with her hands clasped in front of her. The eerie silence was enough to send chills down her spine but she had said nothing about the chilling atmosphere.
Lord Douma never called anyone into his chambers unless they were to be devoured. The last maid who stepped in his room had been no younger than eighteen and her screams echoed throughout the compound but silence followed. It was a haunting sound that everyone should have been used to, but how could they be accustomed to the violent sounds of cruel death? The crunching sounds of bones shattering into splinters and the wet splatters of blood being painted against the walls?
How could anyone accept that as life when it could be them summoned into that very room?
(Name) feared for her life as they drew closer and closer to Douma’s private domains. She was a little over twenty, so full of life and spirit, and she barely did anything with what the gods gave her. Instead, she was at the mercy of a powerful demon who could snap her neck with little resistance. The sheer thought alone was enough to make (Name) vomit but she couldn’t sour her lord’s meal with such a revolting taste.
So, she pushed down those feelings and kept her head bowed.
The servant knocked on the door, clearing her throat. “My lord, I have brought (Name) as you have requested,” she spoke softly.
“Good,” he crooned in a sweet voice. “She may enter,” he adds.
Both girls exchange a sorrowful look before quickly embracing each other. “I hope it is quick, for your sake. You were such a good friend, (Name).”
“I could say the same about you, Noizomi,” (Name) sniffled, squeezing the younger girl’s torso. “Stay alive for me.”
“I shall try.”
(Name) kissed her forehead before turning to the door. She knew that when she stepped into Lord Douma’s territory, she would never see the light of day again. A truly terrifying thought but there was nothing she could do to stop him. She sighed quietly, pushing the door open and stepping into the thick darkness.
Nothing but rainbow-colored eyes stared back at her, causing her stomach to clench. She offered a bow, dipping her head low to avoid his gaze. “Lord Douma, I am honored that you have chosen me,” (Name) murmured quietly. She then stood back up, anxiety gripping her throat as her hands made their way to her sash.
He said nothing, watching with eager eyes as she dropped her kimono and the undergarments soon followed. The demon crooned, lifting his head to admire (Name)’s body in the darkness. He chuckled, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. “How delicious,” Douma chuckled, extending a hand out to (Name). He guided her to the bed, laying her across the satin sheets. “I will take my time consuming you. I believe that will be a merciful act, yes?”
(Name) opened her mouth, hissing when his sharp nails pressed into the base of her throat. “My lord, I have one final request and I shall speak no more,” she whimpered, clenching her jaw.
“A request, you say?” Douma taunted, nudging his leg between her thighs, kicking them apart. “What makes you think you are in a position to request anything from me? I am your lord —y our god.”
“Yes, you are, but it is a small request. The only one that I shall ask before you devour me,” she begged, drawing her eyes shut when she felt his hot breath on her neck. “I cannot change your mind about devouring me —I am well aware that my body is yours and I am meant to serve you, but may I look at you while you devour me?”
Douma paused for a moment, pressed his face against (Name)’s warm flesh. He then smiled, reaching down to squeeze her fat thighs, feeling her body shift beneath his. “That is all you ask of me? You wish to see my face?”
“Yes, my lord. May I?”
There’s silence that fills the temporary void. (Name) swallowed the lump in her throat, her heart racing as Douma stood up to cross the room. There’s a strike before warm light floods the room and (Name) has to let her eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. Several candles have been placed all around the room and she is overwhelmed by the various scents and the sight of her lord’s body.
His blonde hair fell past his naked shoulders in soft curls and he wore nothing but loose pants. Douma’s gaze was intimidating; it burned (Name) and she tore her eyes away, feeling a warmth spread across her plush cheeks. While dying terrified her, there was a need growing deep inside her like a plant. A heat blossomed between her legs and she could feel the shame rising up inside of her. Her lord was going to eat her and here she was, aroused by his presence and the sight of his unblemished skin.
A chilling laugh startled (Name) and she gazed up at Douma, sinking into the mattress as his blue nails raked down her chest, giving her supple breasts a small squeeze. “How interesting humans are after all these years. Here you are at death’s door and yet, your body hungers for my touch,” he sighed, twisting a nipple between his index and middle finger. “I can smell your want, (Name). How shameful you have become. Does it excite you to see me in such a state? Hunger for skin on skin contact? Do you like seeing your lord sink so low? To give into these human desires?”
“I-I do not understand,” (Name) whimpered, back arching off the bed when he pinched her swollen nipple again. She sobbed, drawing her eyes shut as the heat intensified and she felt like her skin would melt off. Her mind was swarmed with such sinful thoughts but she knew that they were wrong. He was going to kill her and all poor (Name) could think about was how lovely his hands felt on her naked body and how she ached for him to touch her breasts once more.
Douma pressed his mouth against the soft swell of her breasts, skimming his lips across her body. “I had an unfortunate encounter with a few young slayers. One of these slayers had a breathing style I have never seen before. If only I kept them alive to study this form,” he wistfully sighed, nails biting into the flesh of her hips. “It acts similar to an aphrodisiac—sex pollen if I am being vulgar.”
The demon then slid between her thighs, draping her legs over his toned shoulders. Douma grinned at (Name) tracing her inner thighs with that thick, wet tongue of his. “I have had this hunger for many days now. I thought it would subside but that slayer was stronger than I would like to admit. You are to help me curb this hunger,” he stated before delving between her legs.
(Name) practically shrieked, head shooting off the pillows and her fingers found their way to his hair. The pleasure was so sudden and it hit her like a ton of bricks. Her breathing was uneven and her mouth fell open, moaning pitifully with each lap of his tongue. It felt so good—she had never felt anything like this before. The way his tongue paid attention to her pretty clitoris and then worked its way into her pussy, fucking her open. His tongue was so hot and thick, keeping her lips nice and open as he enjoyed his meal.
She knew she shouldn’t enjoy something so sinfully wicked but his tongue felt amazing. It caressed every inch of her pussy and she could feel the tip of Douma’s tongue trying to press against her sensitive g-spot. (Name) threw her head back, twisting her hands in the silk sheets and moaning shamelessly. It felt so remarkably good and she wailed helplessly when Douma pinched her pretty clitoris.
“Please,” (Name) whimpered, attempting to grind her pussy on Douma’s face. “Oh, please, my lord. It feels so good. I need more,” she cried.
Douma tore away with a dark chuckle, giving her pussy a light slap. “You are such a vocal thing, aren’t you? So needy and so demanding,” he mocks, pumping his fingers inside of her. When she squeals, Douma grins wickedly and curls his fingers. “You are quite filthy. Yes, you are. I didn’t know I had a whore by my side.”
The words made (Name) keen, turning her head away in shame. She was, by no means, a common whore, but those words made her pussy throb with delight. (Name) didn’t realize how much her body craved the touch of her lord and when he pulled away, simply admiring her body like a blank canvas, she cried out for him. Her pussy felt so empty without him; she wanted his tongue back inside of her.
“I need more,” (Name) whispered, her bottom lip trembling.
He cooed at her, sliding his pants off his hips. “You are quite darling when you beg. It makes me want to ruin you,” Douma sighed, curling his hand around the shaft of his cock. He was so hard and the crown was beaded with pearly precum; a thick vein ran along the side, throbbing and calling (Name)’s attention.
The bed shifted under Douma’s weight and he sat beside (Name), stroking her hair. “Come here, pet. Be a good girl and worship me,” Douma mused, spreading his legs so (Name) to slide between them.
(Name) marveled at the sight of his swollen cock, wrapping her hand around the base. It was so thick and warm; she audibly gulped, sliding Douma’s cock across her open palm. She took her time, admiring how long and long he was. Cautiously, (Name) kissed the tip and generously licked at the tip, recoiling at the bitter taste she didn’t dare pull away from her lord’s cock.
His mouth fell open and he hissed, twisting his fingers in her hair. “Such an obedient pet for me,” Douma moaned, thrusting his hips upwards. The demon was relentless with his thrusts, keeping (Name)’s face pressed against his navel with low groans. He kept fucking her face, ball slapping against her wet jaw as his head fell back against the pillows with a sinful cry. “Yes, just like that. I’ll use you until you can no longer move. Even then, I will claim you in any way,” Douma slurred, eyes fluttering when his cock reached the back of her throat.
It was impossible to breathe. (Name) struck his thighs, feeling the tears gather up in her eyes as she was being smothered by Douma’s pubes. He was so thick and he was so far in her throat, causing her jaw to ache. She sobbed around his girth, eyes rolling to the back of her head with each hard thrust. Her mouth was like a toy, wet and so warm for Douma. He didn’t seem to care that she was fading in and out of consciousness and what should he care? (Name) was a servant—a mere tool for him to use and break as he pleases.
When she could finally breathe again, (Name) rolled onto her knees and coughed. Her throat burned and her eyes watered, tears trickling down her face. It was so cruel with her but the heat also spread across her aching pussy and she was soaked with need. She could feel Douma’s eyes on her and she hesitated to turn around, sinking into the pillows.
She swallowed, mouth slightly gaped. “My lord,” (Name) trailed off, closing her legs.
He clicked his tongue, forcing her legs open. “I don’t think I told you to keep those legs shut. How else can I smell you?” Douma grinned, gripping her thighs until she could feel the blood trailing down the skin. He lapped you the red fluids, humming against her flesh before looking up at her with those taunting eyes—goodness, his gaze punched the oxygen out of her poor body.
“You look so lovely here. All spread out for me like a whore— my whore,” Douma hissed, yanking (Name)’s body closer to his. He rutted against her pussy, pressing the crown of his cock against her sensitive clitoris with slurred words.
(Name) let out a sinful noise, arching her back and gripping the sheets. It felt so good but she couldn’t—she mustn’t! Even if Lord Douma wanted to use her body, she couldn’t allow such a thing. To obtain such bliss before she was to die? It was downright cruel! To only taste these sexual pleasures once in her pitiful life? It was enough to draw a sob past her swollen lips.
She squeaked, trying to shut her legs once again. “Lord Douma—oh—I cannot! F-Forgive me but I cannot!”
“Cannot and will not are not interchangeable, my precious doll,” Douma countered, pinning her legs open. He gave her pussy a kiss, flickering his tongue across her clitoris. “You are just a plaything for me. When you came to me, you gave up your body,” he reminded her.
The head of his cock pressed against the slit of her pussy, bullying its way inside. The stretch burned—it hurt so much! (Name) let out a shriek, kicking and flailing her legs while begging her lord to show mercy, but he ignored her pleads. His cock stretched her out, pressing against her cervix—(Name) sobbed loudly, letting her head fall back while Douma let out a breathless laugh.
He rolled his hips, folding her body in half until her knees were pressed against her breasts. “ Fuck , you wrap around me so well. Had I known you were this tight, I would have claimed you eons ago,” Douma gasped, drawing his hips back and thrust hard inside of (Name).
It’s painful and hard but that dull pleasure that bubbles has (Name) screaming—from what, she doesn’t understand. Douma’s tempo is hard and relentless, his cock kissing her cervix with each brutal thrust. (Name) can barely keep her eyes open as words fall from her open mouth. Is she begging for more? Is she begging him to be gentle with her human body? She doesn’t know anymore; everything is starting to blend together.
She can’t tell pain from pleasure anymore. Her eyes watered and she stared up at Douma with a tearful expression and he relished in her pain, licking away her salty tears. His cock hammered against her cervix, hard and fast like he wanted to breed her. She choked on her words, digging her nails into the base of his neck.
It felt good—it hurt. (Name) is just a mess, sobbing profusely while Douma moaned in her ear. Her pussy aches and gushes around his fat cock, keeping him trapped inside of her. She shivers when he beats against her g-spot, eliciting pretty moans from her lips. He rejoices in her noises, aiming for that spot over and over again.
“You feel so good around me, dove. None of that nonsense about how it won’t fit,” Douma moaned in her ear, trailing his tongue down her neck and biting down on her shoulder.
(Name) cried out, eyes rolling to the back of her head when he started drilling into her pussy again. Drool spilled out of her mouth as she clenched her jaw, gripping his strong shoulders. She freaked around his cock, clamping onto him like a vice grip. The pain blurred with the pleasure and (Name) couldn’t help but hold onto her lord. He was going so hard and fast, fucking her into the bed with reckless abandon. His heavy balls slapped against the curve of her ass while he muttered in her ear how he was going to fill her.
Shamefully, her pussy throbbed at such a threat. To be filled with hot cum and feel it spill out of her? Her body begged for it—wanted to feel such a sensation.
His thrusts began to get sloppy; hips stuttering as his eyebrows furrowed. “Yes, you’re going to take every last drop,” Douma rasped, slapping his pelvis against (Name)’s ass. It was one last thrust before he let his head fall back, moaning softly as he released himself into her poor pussy.
(Name) gasped, twitching when she felt the hot spurts of cum paint her insides. She wailed from sheer euphoria, feeling how hot and thick it was. At this rate, she felt like a swollen balloon with how much he had released in her. She panted, burning up from the inside as Douma purred out.
He grinned at her, hovering over her body. “You’ll make a nice little cock warmer, won’t you?” Douma purred, giving her swollen pussy a light tap. “Yes, you can stay here and attend to my other needs. Wouldn’t that be nice? You’ll be kept alive and treated nicely. You would be my equal.”
It was a better alternative to death, she supposed. But her friends and the other servants—
(Name) gasped when Douma slid back inside of her, cock nestled against her g-spot. “Fuck!” (Name) screamed, tugging on the sheets.
Douma chuckled, patting her thighs with a sickly sweet smile. “I’m going to have so much fun ruining you, doll.”