"You're mine."

"I'm yours," she repeated dreamily.

"That's right," he continued to caress her aching body, "Mine to love and cherish ...and mine to torment for as long as you are willing."

"I'm more than willing."

He smiled, "Don't worry. I'm nowhere near done with you." He snapped his fingers and, simultaneously, the cuffs unlocked and the tentacles slithered back into the bed. Lara tried to crawl up onto her hands and knees but the demon pounced like hungry panther, pinning her to the bed. "You're my whore now. Don't even think about getting up before I'm finished with my fun."

Before she could even say 'yes Master', he forced her over onto her back and had the cursed mattress bind her. He drew a single finger up her pink snatch which was held open, exposed for his pleasure, and Lara's breath caught in her throat. She was wet, ready and totally his. So the demon reared up and plunged his cock into her, making her gasp with delight. He pounded into her soft folds until she ached...or at least she would have ached if she weren't drowning with overwhelming pleasure. Her limbs strained involuntarily at the bonds while her lover thrust, hammered, and ravished her female form. Finally, the demon grasped behind her rib cage, pulling himself deeper inside her. As his cum spurted into her womb, he raked his claws down her back in the intensity of his pleasure.

"Cum for me, slave! Do it now!" he roared.

And her screams echoed through the caverns. A wonderfully devastating orgasm raptured her being. The inhuman ecstasy was nearly more than she could endure. Nearly... His incubus magic held her in this writhing, shrieking heaven for an impossibly long time while he milked the pleasure from her soul.

Finally, once the demon had taken all she could give, Lara crumpled into his arms. The tentacles released her depleted form and sank back into the bed unseen. Devicarth became gentle, placing a tender kiss on her lips.

"So...wonderful," she whispered breathlessly.

"Hush, my precious one, you need rest now," Devicarth cradled her softly, "Here, let me heal your bruises."

"No...no, I think I'd like to wear your mark a little longer. At least while I sleep."

He smiled, "Whatever makes you happy, my masochist angel."

As Lara dozed off, she caressed her demon's hair, fingering the little red horns that poked out from the top.

And so she became a damned soul: doomed to spend all eternity sharing inhuman pleasures with the man of her dreams.


Not sure if whether to continue it.