[Content Warning: Sexual Content, BDSM]
Jenny's gaze lingered on Dravisha's form, drinking in the sight of her scant clothing clinging to unnaturally smooth charcoal-gray skin. Her eyes traced the sharp lines of muscle beneath, each contour radiating strength and control. Those claws—long, curved, and deadly—were exactly the danger Jenny had always fantasized about, though she'd never admit it aloud. And there were her canines, gleaming white when she smiled, promising pain and pleasure in equal measure. She was in every way the perfect embodiment of domination and lust.
"You are staring," the Demoness said playfully.
Jenny blinked, blushing slightly before staring even more boldly, "Yeah, I know."
"See something you like?"
"Perhaps," She shrugged. "You basically want to have sex with me in exchange for your assistance?"
"That's what I said," Dravisha purred.
Her instincts told her to banish this Demoness now. To not be tempted by something so dangerous. But she needed power quickly. The Inquisition hunted witches without mercy. Without enough power, she'd sooner or later end up dead. And she wanted revenge. She needed to kill those responsible for her mother's death. The Demoness could give her far more power than any lesser demon. The offer was too tempting to refuse outright.
"And how often?"
"I need to feed at least once every two weeks," Dravisha said, licking her canines. "But it really depends on your—enthusiasm."
Jenny weighed the pros and cons in her mind. Her sexual yearnings and desire for power are winning out.
"Fine, on one condition."
Dravisha was frustrated already. "Name it."
"During our intimate encounters, I'll have a safe word you'll respect. If you get too rough, I get to use it."
A frown appeared on the Demoness. "Where is the fun in that?" But then Dravisha thought about sexually dominating Jenny in a way she wouldn't even be able to think about using the safe word. A flicker burned in her eyes. "I consider your condition acceptable. What is your safe word?"
"It's ummm…" Jenny looked around the dark room and then at her pendant. "It's amethyst."
"Amethyst, very well—then we have a deal."
The Demoness produced a contract from thin air with a cloud of smoke. She levitated the contract over to Jenny. Jenny took the paper and read the contract carefully. It was written in the Demonic tongue, and Jenny had studied the Demonic tongue extensively to prepare for this day. She made sure there were no loopholes or words that could be misconstrued. She produced her flamberge ceremonial dagger and cut her thumb before pressing it into the parchment, sealing the contract.
She could feel the contract bind them together. She could feel the Demoness' desire to possess her like a toy. Jenny shuddered in anticipation. With a simple arcane phrase, she lifted the magic circle, freeing the Demoness from her confines.
At once, Jenny was pulled to the floor in a spread-eagled position by the shadowy tendrils. She pulled at the tendrils, but they were tight. Fear and arousal fought with her.
The Demoness raked her eyes over Jenny's exposed chest, which was heaving heavily with nervousness. She slowly walked over, swaying her hips sensually, while whipping her tail back and forth. She stopped in front of Jenny, her tail tracing down Jenny's exposed skin. Jenny's breath hitched as the Demoness whipped her left tit with the tail which elicited a subtle moan. "You have been a very rebellious little witch."
Dravisha slowly circled Jenny, "I think you need to be punished for that." She whipped Jenny intermittently. Jenny gasped each time, feeling her nether region grow wetter and wetter. The lashes left crimson welts across her creamy skin. She arched her back up, showing more of her exposed peaks while moaning.
"Look at you, enjoying being whipped," Dravisha said, her eyes glittering with lust. Jenny writhed in pleasure against the constraints as she was continually hit. "I'll use your body as I see fit, little witch."
Jenny became even more aroused at those words, her kink coming in strong. The Demoness ripped off her panties with her tail. Her wet slit exposed beneath her black skirt. The tail glided along her slit, sending a shiver down her spine. Then a smack caught her completely off guard, forcing her to grit her teeth. The pain in her most sensitive spot sent a jolt to her brain, "Hngh."
"You like that?" The Demoness whipped her again.
"Yes," Jenny muttered. There was no use in denying something so clearly self-evident, she thought.
"Good slut." The Demoness once again traced up her body to the valley of her breasts, before smacking them. "Come here," the Demoness muttered as her dark tendrils lifted Jenny's body up to her. Dravisha fondled Jenny's breasts. Then she kissed Jenny on the crook of her neck before leaving a painful hickey. The hickey was infused with powerful dark magic, leaving behind a dark welt. "My claim on you," The Demoness smirked. A witch mark, Jenny thought. "Now, before we can really begin, I first have to give you a bit of my essence so that you can survive."
Jenny tensed as her head was lowered toward the Demoness' breast, breasts that were barely contained by her leather corset. The Demoness lowered her corset, exposing her dark nipples. "Drink," she commanded. Jenny reluctantly complied, sucking on the exposed breast. Immediately, a Demonic substance flowed into her mouth. It suffused her with power. Jenny could feel herself change. Her body became different somehow. The Demoness weirdly started to pet her hair as if she were a babe being nursed by her mother's tit. Jenny kept feeding, feeling her form change, before she was abruptly torn away from the delightful essence.
"Mmmm, that was delicious," Jenny muttered.
"I'm glad you liked it because what comes next you might not like as much." The Demoness said as she cast a transformation spell. Her clit began to swell and lengthen, becoming rigid and curved with odd protrusions sticking out.
Jenny looked down at the clit cock in sheer horror, "Please, no. It's too big, I'll die." Her legs squirmed at the mere thought of having that inserted between them. Jenny thought about her safe word, but there was a lingering curiosity about what would happen if she let things play out.
Dravisha put a finger on Jenny's mouth, "Shhhhh, it'll be fine." With a swift motion, she impaled Jenny on her giant erection. Jenny screamed in shock. Tears streaked out of the sides of her eyes. Her belly was stretched by the size of the cock, yet somehow, she could feel that none of her internals had ruptured.
"Ahhhh, what did you do to me?" She asked.
"I've made you more stretchy and resilient." The Demoness simply said. The Demoness took her by the waist and lifted her up again.
"No, no, nooo, please not again. It's too much." Jenny's pleas were cut short by another abrupt thrust, filling her entirely. "Ahhhh," She screamed. She dug her fingernails into Dravisha's arms, holding on tight as the pain coursed through her. Dravisha leaned forward, sealing Jenny's mouth with hers. The Demoness continued her abrupt thrusts. Gradually, Jenny's screams turned into moans as pain turned into pleasure.
"Oh my God, yesss," Jenny screamed in ecstasy.
Dravisha abruptly stopped. "Don't say that name."
Jenny's eyes opened, her mind in a hazy fog as she tried to recollect herself. "Ohhh, I'm sorry."
"You'll have to be punished for that." The Demoness said as she slapped Jenny's ass.
Jenny shuddered with delight at the unexpected strike. She could feel the vibration through her whole body. "Ah, yes, more."
The Demoness was slightly taken aback by the witch's eagerness. She had thought that she could break this witch. But to her surprise, the witch was an absolute unrepentant masochist to the max. She had intended to make the witch so addicted to her that she'd willingly become her slave. To break her psyche completely. But she hadn't broken her psyche even a little. This enraged her: "I will make you into my personal toy." She said as she resumed thrusting in and out of Jenny.
"Yes, please, make me yours." Jenny's words came out in a staccato rhythm.
The witch's pleas amplified the Demoness' desires, stroking them like a hot flame. The Demoness became rougher and rougher. "You'll be my slave slut, little witch," she growled, hugging Jenny possessively as she continued her relentless thrusts.
Jenny's mind was beyond the heavens; she barely comprehended the Demoness' words. "Yes, yes, I'm your slut. I'm yours." She muttered. This was so much better than anything she'd ever imagined. She had dreamt of a moment like this. Of a moment where she was completely at the mercy of someone else and fucked raw. Yet she never imagined it would feel so good. "Faster, mistress, faster, please." Jenny was about to climax and could already anticipate the release. She focused on holding back as much as possible, wanting to experience as many thrusts as she could before climaxing.
The Demoness could also feel her release drawing near, and she was rapidly humping Jenny now, wanting to draw out the pre-climax.
Then they both cummed simultaneously. Jenny squirted inhuman amounts of clear liquid. The Demoness released thick ropes of powerful raw demon essence into Jenny's womb, further altering the biology of the witch. The essence painted Jenny's entire cave white and flooded down her thighs and onto the floor, mixing with Jenny's own fluid.
Jenny twitched and shuddered from the orgasm while the Demoness continued to hump into the witch's limp body, drawing out as much of the climax as possible. When it was done, she let go. Jenny collapsed onto the floor, her chest heaving as waves of energy coursed through her body.
The Demoness looked at her dirtied cock and smirked, "Use your mouth to clean this up."
Jenny looked up dazed. She shakily got up her knees and crawled over, taking the Demoness' cock into her hand. The girth of the thing was large, she noted while wrapping her fingers around it. Was she supposed to take this thing in her mouth? Could she even open her mouth that far? She had no clue, so she tried the only thing she found somewhat reasonable, and that was simply to start licking it.
Jenny had no practical experience in giving blowjobs. She had read about it in Erotica stories. Once they were hard to get because they were banished by the stupid church. But she had managed to get hold of some through her mother's connections. They had kept a certain lonely and sexually frustrated individual in good company. She based her technique somewhat on what she had read, but she didn't know whether she was doing even approximately a good job.
The Demoness wasn't too pleased, "Why aren't you sucking it. Use your mouth not just your tongue."
"Sorry, my lady," Jenny said before trying to put the thing in her mouth. "It's ghhhnk ghhnik ghha."
"Don't speak with my dick in your mouth."
Jenny pulled out, "It's my first time."
"Oh, I see. Just put it in your mouth, seal your lips around it, use your tongue, don't let your teeth hit it and bob up and down," The Demoness imitated bobbing up and down an imaginary shaft.
"Ok," Jenny said before stuffing the dick back in eagerly trying to do what the demoness told her.
She did her best, but her best was an extremely sloppy and rather unsatisfying blowjob. The Demoness had initially intended to throat fuck her, but upon realizing it'd probably end up being more painful for her than for Jenny decided against that course of action. Deciding instead that along with teaching Jenny the dark arts she should also get her some lessons on blowjobs with some props.