The Dream Demon

Chapter 20 - Cursed

Typhon

Eyeing the brunette beauty in front of me, I studied her luscious, full lips which were gently quivering. I was angry, and she knew it. At one point in time, she was one of my best workers - always meeting her personal quota of bringing back at least three souls per week. Lately she'd be lucky to even bring back the one.

I stood from my seat, circling her like a shark that could smell blood in the water.

"Tell me girl, why should I not banish you right here, right now?" I sneered, coming to a stop in front of her, watching as she tried to avoid my gaze.

"I'm sorry Master! I can do so much better. Please! Give me another chance." She begged, now on her knees in front of me.

"Apologies do not equate to souls! I could easily replace you! What makes you any different from many of the other she-demons that work for me? Absolutely nothing." I raged, looking down at her.

"No Master, not nothing" She replied, batting her lashes and crawling closer. She reached for the zip on my trousers, slowly lowering it and licking her lips. "I could show you exactly what makes me different.. Exactly how I get so many souls in the first place." She continued, now running her hands against my hardening c**k that was inside my briefs.

Raising my eyebrow, I considered her offer. On one hand, I hadn't had a great b*****b in a while. On the other hand, if I went easy on this girl, she wouldn't see the seriousness of the situation.

Gripping her hands, I pulled her up to her feet. "You've been a naughty little slut." I said, looking her in the eyes. "And naughty little sluts get punished." I continued, lifting her towards my chair.

I could feel her heartbeat spike as I sat her across my lap, ass up. I pulled her trousers down, exposing her plump ass in one, swift motion. This little tease was wearing no underwear, making me rather pleased. Not pleased enough to go easy on her, though.

"You will receive ten slaps. For each slap, you will count along. Do you understand?" I dictated, stroking her ass softly. "Do not forget to count, for my punishment will become more severe!"

"Yes Master" She breathily replied.

"Good. Now count." I commanded, swiftly slapping her right ass cheek with the palm of my hand.

"One, Master." She replied, wriggling against my c**k.

"Good girl." I smiled, as I watched her ass cheek turning a pretty shade of pink.

"Two" She yelped.

I continued striking her buttocks on alternate cheeks with my open palm, until both were red. By the eighth strike, she would wriggle repeatedly, desperate to escape the stinging. Her wriggling would only strive to make my c**k painfully harder.

"Ten!" she let out in a strangled sob, when the last of her punishment had finished.

"There, there" I said, gently rubbing her. "From the smell of your arousal, it wasn't that bad now, was it?"

"No Master. If anything, it was rather enjoyable." She answered, sitting upright. "Perhaps, I could finish off what I started earlier? It seems you may also be aroused..."

With one nod from me, the She-Demon was now on her knees with my c**k in her hands. She rubbed me gently, teasing me as if to get her revenge, for my disciplining of her. With all of the previous excitement, I was already close to blowing. She took hold of my shaft and slowly leaned forward, gently taking the head of my c**k between her lips. Teasingly, she licked around the head, this way and that way, before slowly taking it's full length into the back of her mouth.

I'd often thought of what it'd be like to visit Heaven. This experience had to be pretty close.

I sighed in contentment as she cradled my balls, squeezing them gently, whilst her mouth got to work along my length.

My hands fisted her hair as I prepared to f**k her mouth furiously. My hips bucked wildly, as spurts of my come flooded her throat. It was truly glorious.

Now I fully understood why this She-Demon was one of my top workers. With a mouth like that - she easily fooled the dumb masses to sign away their souls. It would definitely be in my best interest not to banish her in such a hurry.

She stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Locking her eyes with mine, she gave a mischievous smile.

"I trust that was to your liking Master?" She continued smirking, whilst licking her lips.

"Indeed it was. I shall assume you’ll have no more issues in regards to you not meeting your quota?"

"No Master, I will work harder in future to please you." She answered, casting her eyes to the floor.

"Very well, you may leave." I said, dismissing her.

I sat back, sinking deeply into my chair. After all the stress lately, the little She-Demon's lips were just what I needed. Maybe I should have made her stay, to see what else that body of hers could do.

Abigail had been true to her word, not returning to see me. My impatience was driving me wild, knowing that I couldn't just go to where she was and snatch her up myself. Instead, I had to rely on Moloch and Bravus to keep tabs on her.

I had managed to persuade Moloch to go to the human realm, without telling him the full story why. I could tell he was curious to know, but he had always obeyed me without question. I didn't want to tell him the truth - That Abigail was the key to me finally being able to leave The Underworld. It would only get his hopes up, if my plans were to fail.

Moloch had been lucky that my curse did not extend to him, at least he could move between realms freely. He'd never be trapped or confined to one place, like I have. He would be able to find his mate, find his freedom - Where as I would have to stay in the staleness of this place. Never aging, never advancing, never actually living. Just existing. Watching as Moloch grows, living happily - eventually leaving me behind. Alone.

It was the cruelest curse that those putrid Angels could bestow upon me. That, and by taking away my beloved.

For that, they will pay.

A knocking on my door startles me from my obsessive thoughts.

"Come in" I order, secretly hoping it was the She-Demon from earlier..

"My Lord." Came the deep voice of Bravus as he entered the room, bowing deeply.

"Bravus, It's good to see you old friend." I said, standing up to join him and shaking his hand. "Any news on the girl?"

"Actually, yes My Lord." Bravus answered, returning my handshake. "She crossed into the realm ten minutes ago. I have her tied and subdued in the dungeon."

"Excellent news!" I smiled, for the second time today. "I'm assuming you followed the plans and lit a Nightshade Candle, so that she couldn't escape?"

Bravus nodded fervently. "Yes My Lord, of course. She won't be able to wake for as long as it stays lit."

I rubbed my hands together in total glee. "You have pleased me greatly Bravus. I am curious though - How did I not detect her crossing over?"

"Well, My Lord. It appears she manifested in a part of the domain, of which you cannot go." He replied, avoiding my eye.

"I see. No doubt that son of mine is behind this! I shall deal with him later!" I roared, slamming my first on my desk. "Bravus, you may take your leave. You have done well today." I said, dismissing him with a wave of my hand.

I watched as Bravus disappeared in a haze of purple smoke. He had come through for me today. Moloch, however, had shown to be a disappointment.

My mood soured considerably as I made my way down to the dungeon. The stench of blood, rotting flesh and faeces hung thickly in the air. Usually this place was reserved for only the worst of the worst. Perfect for My Little Abigail, who definitely needed teaching a lesson.

As I continued walking on, her scent flowed through to me, welcoming me like an oasis within a desert. She smelled of honey and fresh roses. A smell so innocent and pure, which did nothing but beckon the demonic rage within me. I carried on, following it to the end of the dungeon. There, hanging by her arms in the middle of the room, was dear, sweet Abigail. The Nightshade candle was casting a glow on her features, lighting the room scarcely enough for me to see the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Crying already, sweet Abigail?" I laughed, making her eyes snap up to mine. "But we haven't even started yet..."