Damn this site for limiting the characters you can post in a blog.
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Eventually, even beneath the fog of agonizing self denial, Lara wondered where her incubus was. Her desire, over time, gave way to boredom and disappointment and, though her finger continued to twitch within her folds, Lara began to dose.

That night, Lara rolled over in bed, to look at the clock. Midnight exactly—the witching hour. The funny thing was Lara had no memory of going to bed last night. The last thing she remembered was...

"Hush now; don't be frightened," a shadowy figure loomed over her bed caressing her naked thigh.

"Did you... carry me here?" she stammered.

"Forgive me for being so forward, but such a beautiful creature as yourself shouldn't be sleeping on the cold, hard floor."

Lara blushed, "You really think I'm beautiful?"

"Why of course," the demon's smooth, melodic voice made Lara want to melt. He ever so gently ran his clawed fingertips down her body, "that smooth, silky hair; those tender breasts, the gentle curve of your hips," he paused for effect as he traced his fingers over her labia, "the delicate pink folds of your womanhood..."

It took a tremendous force of will for the young witch to pull away long enough to cast a truth spell, "veritas dices!" She flicked on the lamp, once again resisting the urge to swoon when she saw the demon's nude, perfect features. His cock was at least as large as depicted in the guidebook—only his was erect. Perfectly toned muscles rippled over his body. They made him look strong but it was his eyes that made him look powerful. Beneath his pointed horns and tousled black hair, those deep, dark eyes sparked with a hint of red hellfire. Lara wanted those eyes to burn into her soul forever; she stopped herself.

"Look, I may be a nympho but I'm not stupid. If I'm going to spend eternity with someone, I'd better know what I'm getting into. And that truth spell should take care of any demonic trickery."

The woman's judgment and strong spirit impressed the incubus, though he never had any intention of deceiving her. "You're a clever one, aren't you?" he grinned and purred in her ear, "I like that."

Lara shuddered slightly but regained her composure. "What's your name?" she asked.

"My name is Lord Devicarth but you, my dear, may call me Master."

"You're not my master yet, Devicarth."

"Fair enough, kitten, but I can see the lust in your eyes."

She blushed slightly and looked away. Once she had forced the redness from her cheeks, she turned back toward him, "Is there any risk of me getting pregnant? Because I am NOT going to spend eternity tending your demon-spawned rug-rats."

This time he laughed outright, "Pregnant? Goodness no! Incubi and succubae are born fully formed from the infernal flame. The very idea of a sex demon born as an innocent child—I thought you had done your research."

"I did," she defended herself, "It's not my fault this outdated textbook doesn't mention it."

"Now it's only fair that you answer my questions too," the demon asserted, "Why have you summoned me here?"

Her lips curled in a mischievous grin, "Isn't it obvious?"

"Not entirely. You could've just as easily called an angel. Instead you chose a demon. I figure that makes you either a fool..." he glided to her side and grasped her firmly in his lean, muscular arms "...or a masochist." Ever so slowly, Devicarth sank his claws into her shoulder and raked down her back.

The woman leaned backward into his touch, allowing the blades to sink even deeper into her soft flesh.

With a pleased chuckle, he slid his tongue suggestively over his finger, tasting her sweet, crimson blood.

Lara's resolve began to falter, "But if I...if I let you...won't you take me to hell?"

"Technically yes, but a little pain-slut like you might as well call it heaven," he caressed her cheek, smearing Lara's face with her own blood.

She closed her eyes and began to swoon. She was hoping he'd say something like that. Yet still, she wavered with indecision.

"My dear, you'll have the pain you so clearly crave, but I promise you: you'll never again know suffering."

At that moment, staring into the dark depths of his demon's eyes, Lara saw something. Affection?

"I...surrender," she whispered.

"What was that?"

"Please! Take me! I want to be your little slave for all eternity."

The demon swooped upon her, "You're so lovely when you beg," he licked his lips, "I'm going to enjoy this."

She barely had time to switch off the light before Devicarth threw her into the bed pinning her arms with his forceful clawed hands. Shock and desire made Lara squirm in his grasp.

The incubus chuckled, "Yes, struggle for me! Feel how helpless you are."

She obeyed. She writhed and twisted in his crushing grip, though escape was the last thing she wanted. The incubus stilled her struggles with a passionate kiss. Then, Devicarth grabbed her wrists in a single hand, leaving the other free to torment his blissful prey.

With a single claw, he traced little circles around one of her nipples, pressing firmly to cause just the right amount of pain. The little pink nub perked up as if begging to be sucked and licked and Devicarth released her arms in order to oblige. Lara let out a little moan as the demon swirled his talented tongue over her hard, sensitive nipple. Meanwhile his hand playfully tweaked the other one, lest it feel neglected.

Then, without warning, Devicarth flipped Lara onto her stomach. She gave a startled whimper but soon calmed as he rubbed his powerful hands over her back. When the demon reached the perky round muscles of her behind, he cooed, "Ooh, your ass is so pretty and firm...You were made to be spanked." She couldn't see his face from that position but, from the tone of his voice, she knew he was wearing a wicked grin.