∞ Rabisu ∞

Would I have ever found out if I had not shown her my true form? I sensed that Joana is unique, but I just was not aware of how much. Servants of gods are bound to reveal themselves to each other, and usually, the lower rank must surrender themselves first. But ever since the gods faded into oblivion increasingly more otherworldly creatures break the rules. It is like spitting in the face of their creators.

Yes, there are daimōns whose characters are built to wreak chaos, but they are still forced to show their faces when meeting a stronger being. How Joana was able to withhold that from me, is beyond me. But it is there, a faint glow around her. It is so weak that it is almost invisible, and I cannot distinguish the color, which would help me identify her.

However, this explains how she knows. And why she is so calm in comparison. Joana is not terrified because she is nervously trying to keep herself from being recognized by me.

I demand she tells me, but Joana disobeys.

How can she?

How is it possible for her to withstand me?

What kind of creature is she?

Could it be that she is a cross-breed? Half-daimōn and half human?

As I rummage through Colin’s memories, there is little he knows about her past, apart from one thing, which he is trying to keep from me, but I am at my peak right now. I can tear the knowledge from him and still stay in control of the situation despite his weak attempt at creating a distraction.

Joana came to her family when she was three. She was adopted. And she does not know.

Or at last, Colin thinks that.

 

∞ Colin ∞

I try to keep from Rabisu what I can, but he is too powerful right now. If this demon were weaker, it would have made a difference and weakened him even further and maybe distract him just enough for Jo to slip away.

But I fail, and he knows.

I’m terrified what Rabisu might do with that kind of knowledge. I am horrified that I can’t help Jo.

There is nothing I can do.

I tried everything.

There is no failsafe for the spell within it. I can’t break it either. Only destroying the symbols will. Or a more powerful and divine being – like a demi-god or god – allowing Rabisu or any other demonic creature to pass; or a priest of such an entity.

I can’t offer him anything.

I can’t stop him.

 

∞ Jo ∞

I don’t have a clue what Rabisu is talking about, and I can’t think clearly either; with my face pinned against the wall. The dagger is so close, but out of reach and I would only need a few steps, and I would be outside that room and out of Rabisu’s prison.

I should be terrified. Why am I not?

A part of me must still believe that this is a dream. But I can feel the bricks scrape my cheek, the ache in my neck from being pressed against that wall, and the heat of that body behind me burning my skin.

This is real.

“How dare you disobey me?” The demon bellows at me, and I feel a pull on my belt and jeans.

Again, my body reacts in the absolute wrong way, and I still don’t get what Rabisu is trying to tell me. Even if I did, I wouldn’t get the chance to answer, because he tears the rest of my clothing in half with just one yank of his claws.

The sound of the fabrics being destroyed drowns my ears. It makes me shudder.

I just don’t know if it’s terror finally kicking in or arousal intoxicating my body. All I know is my mind won’t work. I don’t understand myself. I try to make sense of it all. My body reacting, Rabisu’s words and Colin’s voice echoing in my head, begging this demon to let me go.

How can I even hear him?

All the chaos in my head stops instantly as I feel something leathery, thick and scorching hot pressing into the entrance of my soaking pussy, stretching it painfully. I gasp for air, and my body finally struggles, but there is nowhere to go.

Then, I feel Rabisu’s breath steaming down on me again: “This is all me, bitch,” he hisses at me and licks the side of my neck, leaving a burning trail of saliva. “You had your chance.”

His tongue returns to my neck. It’s too long, too thin, and it slithers around my throat like a snake. And then, he pushes inside me, slowly, spreading me open further. I have no clue how big he is, but it’s not possible that a man could have that kind of girth. A horse maybe. Fuck, no.

He could just prod me and tear me open, making me bleed as promised, threatened but slowly like this, the terrible sensation lasts longer. Like an eternity.

It’s like I’m stuck on the verge of an orgasm, being denied the release. It feels exactly like this. I can sense every vein, every wrinkle of that monstrous cock as it is being pushed into me. As if I am being poled. And that pole is becoming thicker and thicker.

Rabisu’s far too long tongue continues to snake all over my throat’s sensitive skin creating goosebumps over my entire body.

I can’t take this.

“Stop,” I breathe out, but my voice is gone, along with the air in my lungs.

I don’t sound as if I'm serious.

“Stop,” I repeat, but Rabisu continues.

How long is that frigging cock?

My fingernails are breaking as I dig into the bricks, as I tense, trying to stop him the only way I can. He grunts as a response. One powerful move and Rabisu is all the way in. I can feel him everywhere, hitting the end. There is no room left.

I see stars.

“Imagine how this will feel once I really fuck you?” Rabisu asks me, whispering; his breath is still scorching my skin.

I know it will either hurt like hell and make me cry or I will orgasm continuously, which eventually will have the same outcome.

“I have not shown you everything,” he adds.

What else could there be? I can already feel warm liquid running down both my legs. And I am sure it’s both blood and signs of my arousal.

Rabisu yanks himself from me completely. The sudden emptiness makes me dizzy, but I don’t get a chance to recover as I feel him pressing against my body again, but this time he is pushing into my ass, still coated with my juices. As Rabisu spreads open the wrong entrance just the same way, all I feel is this strange combination of reversed pleasure and pain.

When the demon hesitates for just the blink of an eye, I believe it is to calm down, but I stand corrected. Rabisu prods into my pussy, his girth even wider than before, and I realize that it’s not his cock in my ass, but his tail. I clench around him as an orgasm tries to roll through my body, but Rabisu stops.

“Oh no,” he berates me. “Not yet, slave.”

That word makes me shudder, but this time with disgust. Yet I don’t get a chance to say something because his hand at my hip moves just a little and one of his claws flicks my clit. Again, before my body can enjoy this, he plunges his cock all the way into me. This time it fucking hurts.

Instant tears burst from my eyes, and I shut them tight. Tense, my body turns rigid, finally obeying my wishes, but I still want to shiver in delight as I feel Rabisu’s other clawed hand cup my right breast.

“This is my punishment for you both,” the demon, who has buried himself inside me coos. “Since I am stuck here for all eternity I will fuck you until you hate Colin for putting you in this position. And when you loathe him just enough, you will break the seal and free me so I can have my vengeance on him and not you.”

“Fuck you,” I breathe out.

Anger is boiling inside of me, and again, I don’t know why I feel what I feel. A part of me is sure that it has an answer to all my questions, but there is no response, no explanation.

“Come again?” Rabisu chuckles; he understood just right.

Cocky bastard.

Again his snake-like tongue slithers across my neck and throat. I suppress a moan, while my treacherous body is betraying me. Suddenly, the hand at my pussy pushes my hips away from the wall with one powerful move, and while his tail retreats a bit, his cock slides in deeper. My lustful groan is impossible to hold back, especially when his fingerlike claw starts rubbing my clit. They are that long that this is possible?

Or am I that small? That thought makes my eyes roll backward in their sockets.

I want to withstand, but once he moves his hips and mine, I am defeated.

This is a torture I would enjoy, at least temporarily.

He has moved me away from the wall, and pulls me even further, lifting me into the air, with my feet now dangling free. I barely manage to support myself with pressing my palms against that wall now, so that I don’t get flung around like a rag doll.

Rabisu now plunges in and out of me, both hands holding me by my hips, his clawed fingers long enough to pierce into my clit. I feel far to empty when he is almost pulling out and much too full with him filling me completely.

My senses are all over the place.

This is how burning alive must feel with pain being replaced with pleasure. I must fight this, I don’t want to enjoy this as much as I do, but I love it. It’s like breaking free from chains or at least getting there in a deliciously tormenting way.

 

∞ Rabisu ∞

When I call Joana ‘slave’ I feel as if lightning strikes me and sends jolts of energy through me. Lust and wrath are what I sense coming from her; both not from this world. Stronger, more violent, more potent, and more prominent.

I knew something was different about her. Every second I spend more with her seems to be meant to confirm this for me.

Or is this a kind of spell?

Her body fits snugly around my tail and cock and those little sounds Joana makes when repressing the moans are enticing.

I cannot recall the last time I fucked using my own presence, my true form. I am sure that I once did, but it has been so long, I do not remember. This time, however, I will not. It is incredible, how perfect Joana feels. As if she was meant to be mine.

A healthy female human would tear and break, not being able to accommodate me. So, this is yet another proof. She makes me experience taking her as if I had a human body. At least that is what I assume. Because sensing what a host perceives is utterly different.

Keeping my promise to Joana and Colin that I will fuck her forever until she hates him for it, will make up for all the time I have lost in my last prison and will make my stay in this one all the more sweeter.

Again, when Joana is close to orgasm, I deny her release once more with delight, fueling her frustration and anger, which only feeds me her energy. But my curiosity increases with every time I feel the lightning strike me.

“Who are you?” I ask her yet again, but this time it is not anger that rides my voice, but tenderness and persuasion, telling her that I will allow her to come if she just gives me an answer.

Joana does not respond but tenses and shudders, sending another jolt through my form. Her reaction to my treatment is all the same: Rage and lust.

 

∞ Jo ∞

I will not break. I will not give in. I will endure this. For me, and for Colin.

I won’t say a word. Even though I have no clue what the heck Rabisu is talking about. Maybe this is a test?

“What are you?”

Does he want me to submit?

“Not. Your. Slave,” I push out the words, one by one, every time he prods into me; and every time I see stars. “Shut. Up.”

Next time, I get close, I will come, even if he tries to deny me once again. I’ll shove it right into his face that he cannot break anything. Not me. Not the spell. Not the sigils. Not the magic.

“Fuck. You.”

I want to hate him, but all I am is furious. Because I am not willing to have this treatment as my torment and Colin’s torture.

Rabisu feeds on lust.

He won’t be ableto deny me when it means he has to refuse his own release. So, all I have to do is make him come. He might be an arch-daimōn, but I am…

He can take what’s mine, but I can take what is his, too, can’t I? Maybe that is what he’s trying to tell me the entire time.

This is not a coincidence.

What am I exactly?

The world flutters in front of my eyes and my thoughts are cut off.

I let it go. I embrace the sensation and clench around Rabisu’s cock and tail on purpose. Holding myself together.

“I want it…,” I whisper, only me knowing what I am talking about. “I want it all.”

I claw my hands into the mortar as Rabisu heeds my command and plunges deeper, pushing me against the brick wall. I focus on taking it. Demanding all he has to offer. He might think I’m talking about him, his cock, his cum, but I mean his energy.

Not one second do I feel doubt about whether this might work or not, or if this is even possible for me to do. I can’t think. Every prod, every strike is without pain now, but the opposite. I try to focus on that, but I can’t. I’m too lost in the rapture.

“Give it to me,” my voice turns hoarse; I let go.

My hands slide, but I don’t fall to the floor. I am being thrown around, and my back scrapes across the wall, my legs being pushed up as it’s clear I can’t wrap them around the demon’s broad hips.

I barely notice him pull from my body completely. He’s back inside only a fragment of a second later. And that’s just the movement missing for completion.

My body clenches around his inhumanly huge and hard cock. I feel as I am being infused with pleasure I haven’t felt before, spreading from my core to every last fiber of my being. My sound of ecstasy drowns out everything else as I shatter into a billion particles. I take his pleasure, and I take Colin’s fury, too.

 

∞ Colin ∞

Rabisu doesn’t allow me to look away. If you don’t have physical eyes, you can only control what you see and hear with your mind. If a demon is claiming your body and is as strong as Rabisu right now, he controls absolutely everything.

But I refuse to give in to despair. I owe Jo that much. She deserves more than that. She deserves that I fight. Because she does the same. So, I use the only weapon I have left: my anger, my rage. I recall that dreadful image Rabisu showed me of my father raping not my mother but Jo. And that is what I try to see. All there is is this foul demon using my body as a tool to rape a woman. I won’t give in, to that insanity.

I scream at him, knowing that he ignores me. I’m not even sure if he can hear me at all. I roar, hammer, and kick against my confinement.

Suddenly, everything changes.

I feel it before Rabisu does. I see it before he does. All that anger, all that fury of mine gets sucked out of me. I can literally see a cloud of red swirling away and towards Jo. Jo, who is pinned against the brick wall, her head leaned back, her mouth and eyes open in ecstasy. Then, just a heartbeat later, I see more of that color being consumed by Jo.

I don’t understand what is happening. All I can do is watch. Watch how Jo’s body is sliding to the ground as Rabisu’s energy form is sucked away. Look at her naked bruised and battered body – just like Rabisu showed me before.

Jo’s eyes are closed now. Her breathing is even and deep, calm. The red has vanished completely, and I can sense that Rabisu is weaker now, much weaker. He is struggling to stay in control of my body. How is that possible?

 

∞ Rabisu ∞

When I realize what is happening, it is already too late. All the energy I fed off her the last minutes and the one from the night before is sucked away, taken from my grip like flower petals in a storm. And I am rendered helpless as I watch it vanish into Joana’s body.

This is not possible.

There are no such entitiesthat can take energy from daimōn, let alone arch-daimōn.

No, that is not entirely true…

Suddenly, Joana is standing in front of me, naked. The marks of my treatment create a piece of art on her body, and her hair is wafting in a non-existent breeze. I was not even aware of her waking up and getting onto her feet.

One of her hands rests at her side, and the other reaches for something that is not there. Until it is. The silver dagger shoots from his resting place into her palm, and she lifts her hand, pointing its tip at me. I, who is back, settling within the walls of my human host.

I am stunned, and I can feel the shock of Colin’s surprise like my own. He picks up the fight against me again, revolting.

“Rabisu,” Joana’s voice alone is a command, and it sounds different but so familiar that my legs start shaking.

As if to confirm me, her eyes start glowing in the most beautiful color a creature can perceive: A golden tone that is not from this world. It spreads from the center of her body, giving her a heavenly glow, and as it moves across her form, all the bruises and scratches vanish entirely.

This is Joana, but it is not.

She takes a step towards me, and the tip of the silver dagger pierces into my chest, Colin’s chest.

The human body holding me trembles.

At inhumanly speed, I feel the dagger against my throat, and she is standing close enough to me so that I can grab her and toss her across the room. But I cannot move.

She lifts her free hand and presses onto the seal Colin has carved into his body so that I would be bound to it, him being an anchor. I can feel how it vanishes and not even a scratch remains.

“You will stay here, cur,” Joana tells me, and instantly I feel compelled to obey, not a figment of defiance left in me.

That is my name now, as I have dared to call her a bitch before. My bitch. My slave. But I am her’s now.

Joana takes Colin’s hand and pulls him with her, leaving me behind, allowing him to shed me off like an old skin. Then she turns around to look back at me with a smile a mother gives her naughty child.

“My mistress,” I speak in my native language.

Joana faints, and Colin is there to catch her. He stares at me as he lifts her up to take her away, seeing my true form for the first time, locked in my new cage, like the misbehaving guard-dog that I am.

“You have returned to me,” I whisper, lay down, and wait.