Ian's Quest Pt. 07

"I would have you silent, Gritchlaudroneckstis. Let your mouth be closed." With a gesture, he dropped the shield and broke the circle; the bonds held the demon perfectly. "You're curious, you've been watching, and you've wondered: what could make these dark Elves from Delicta Hirostrum give themselves, body and spirit, to him after one encounter? Perhaps his skin would burn to a crisp when he touched you?" Ian slapped the demon's ass twice. "Perhaps not. Perhaps someone who's drunk dragon milk could survive an encounter with you. The price I expect is complete: when I call you, you will do as I order without question and deceit. You will summon your underlings for the war I shall begin, and you will fight yourself."

A voice came to his mind without a sound: you know what you have to do. Master your fear, remember your name, your true name Ian, and your quest. I don't care if you make things Right. I don't care about anything, except what you can give me.

Ian slapped the demon's ass again, and the dark Elf sisters came over to stroke him, licking his shaft and balls, making him hard. When he was ready, they withdrew, and he whipped the demon with his erection, making him cry out through his silencing. With a single stroke, he plunged in, and the voices of a thousand damned echoed through the room, wailing in unstoppable torment.

The bonds held as Ian sodomized the demon, making him squirm in his confinement, and the act took a very long time to complete. Ian expected the heat to roast his flesh, but pulling out a couple of times, he saw his penis was the same color as when he screwed anyone else, and slightly hot to the touch. It felt as though he were fucking a bonfire.

After a half hour, Gritchlaudroneckstis yelped through his bond, and a huge, black puddle of semen squired out to smolder on the floor. It was followed by two more shots, coming from both his phalluses, and Ian withdrew to ejaculate on the demon's ass, where it smoldered and evaporated quickly. He withdrew from the circle, reinstating it expertly, and said the word releasing the demon stocks.

A cigarette appeared in the demon's hand, and he drew on it heavily, spouting great clouds of smoke that swirled before rising up the chimney. Ian crossed his arms and waited. After he finished the cigarette, he knelt on one knee and put his forehead to the floor. "You are my master. I am yours as long as your life lasts. I await your bidding."

"Be ready to come when I call." With a gesture, he dismissed the demon, who left only a stray puff of smoke that cleared immediately.

Turning to the dark Elves, he pulled Giblis' Tome from the shelf. "Giblis, your binding oath. I know I don't need it, but I know you'll give it and the powers of heaven and earth will respect it."

She put her hand on the book and looked him square in the eyes. "I, who you know as Giblis and was born Alamanthia in Delicta Hirostrum half a millenium ago, swear you all my loyalty in life, death and beyond life until the world is no more. I will never use your liquids against you in my magic, nor betray you to a family member, friend or enemy, as long as my soul lasts."

Delran put her hand on the Tome as well. "I, who you know as Delran and was born Chingara in Delicta Hirostrum four hundred years ago, swear you all my loyalty in life, death and beyond life until the world is no more. I will never betray you to a family member, friend or enemy, as long as my soul lasts."

"Good. Thank you my friends. We will leave here and begin the next phase of the journey. Tomorrow."

The women smiled, knowing how the night was going to be spent.