Story Prompt

[charisstoma]

Title: The Spell in the Book
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1063

An incoming message popped up on the Demonic monitor:

“What in the...” His oath cut off before it went further. “Why are we getting...” “Son of a ...”

Glancing over his shoulder the Demon Lord raised his voice, that caused the whole gathering to freeze in fear. “Take roll and see who might be missing or has returned with something….special on him. Then bring them to me!”

It took 10 long minutes before five of his demons were brought to him and it was obvious which one he wanted.

He rose from his comfy desk chair, because though torment was supposedly his business along with tempting the innocent, he didn’t believe that he needed to suffer for it. Still it took a firm hand to keep Hell’s minions in order.

Flicking his fingers in dismissal of the 4 others, he took a moment to examine his demon and the male witch attached to the demon’s lower parts.

“What do you have to say for yourself, no not you,” he said interrupting the witch’s garbled speech. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. Were you taught no manners up in the Common World?”

Turning his attention back to his minion, who was trying to restrain his squirming. No doubt because one of the witch’s hands was doing something behind… he moved for a better view, waving for Gorth to not move.

“Clever witch, with clever fingers.” Turning his gaze back to Gorth, “Alright, what happened and do you know whose mouth you are in?”

Gorth fidgeted, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he shook his head no.

“Hmmm. Stop Tormenting My Minion While I’m Talking To Him.”

Gorth swallowed audibly, his eyes rolling back as he started to fall. But his Lord with a thought caught him and to prevent further interruption grabbed the young witch by the scruff of his neck. Pinching the corners of his jaw, while sternly saying, “Drop him,” saw Gorth’s tender bits free from their captor’s mouth. “Now the fingers.”

Lifting the young witch like one would a kitten, he looked at him, turning him this way and that, to finally stare firmly into his captive’s eyes.

“Explain this situation to me.”

Swallowing, “there was this book I found at my Public Library”, the witch stuttered out.

“And….” the Demon Lord gave a motion that said, ‘get on with it’.

“It was in the restricted collection. I thought it was just fictional mage porn. I didn’t think it would actually work!”

“Uh huh. And his cock just happened to fall into your mouth. Almost I could believe that but the fingers up his ass as a result of the same spell is somewhat unbelievable.”

“Well once he was there and the book’s plot was really ..um.. inspiring and he was hot...”

“You believed that a spell found in a book of porn with demon summoning wouldn’t work and you’re how old?”

“18, sir,” was timidly answered, “I’m really sorry about this. When he appeared, I was surprised and then I thought it was supposed to be he doing me, not that I’d be doing him first or that we’d get stuck together like that.”

Rubbing his face, the Demon Lord asked, “Who are you and who is your Goth Auntie?”

“Trillion, sir, Trillion Marsh. My Goth Auntie is actually my Grandmother’s sister, Marigold Marsh.”

“Alright, Gorth are you back in the land of the conscious yet?” The Demon Lord motioned for his minion to get up. “I’m going to make contact with his ‘Goth Auntie’ and explain what happened. In the meantime,” he made a motion with his fingers binding the now naked witch’s hands to his sides,” you may do to him what he was doing to you, no more, but, and this is important, don’t let him come. No biting, no tearing of his anus. You may pinch his nipples and use your tail to ass fuck him while you’re doing all this BUT don’t let him come. The contact with the Common World may be lengthy while I explain what happened so pace yourself… and,” he leered at Trillion, “and him.”

The Call took an hour. After that it was easy to replace a painfully aroused Trillion back in his room and get on with demonic business as usual.

It took a month before Scorritch was brought to the Demon Lord. Trillion was stuck mouth to cock and fingers busy within Scorritch’s ass.

“Did you learn nothing from the last time?,” the Demon Lord roared.

Trillion, naked and bound, looked at his feet and nodded.

“Take him and do to him what he was doing to you, and this is important, don’t let him come. No biting, no tearing of his anus. You may pinch his nipples and use your tail to ass fuck him while you’re doing all this BUT don’t let him come.” He sighed, I have to make another call.” It took 2 hours because he waited before he called.

The next month, it was Erriol presented himself to the Demon Lord and there was Trillion attached to his cock, inquisitive fingers busy within. It took 3 hours this time before Trillion was returned. Demon minions were trying to figure out which of them was going to get lucky next time.

6 months later, Trillion was still visiting on a regular basis. It was time to take things seriously. The Demon Lord changed the rules. There was still; no biting, no tearing of his anus. Pinching his nipples and tail to ass fucking was allowed for deep penetration but after he was loosened up he was fair game by multiple participants. Trillion could come or try to, as often as he was able, for as long a period as necessary until he lost consciousness. Then he’d be returned. The Master Demon sighed, one more task for him to determine which demons had earned ‘Trillion Time’.

By the 10th month, Trillion’s possessions arrived and were installed in a room all his own. There was joy in Hell and even the Demon Lord smiled more. Trillion had come to Hell.

Comments

[mee_eep]

Lol *applause* the plunny sure did bite lol

[charisstoma]

Yes, yes it did. sighs.