The Punishment of A Demon General

I can't help but squirm and gasp as my oversensitive flesh is battered hard by the constant thrusts and vibrations, biting my lip as I try to claw my way to escape.

"Oh, morning~. Did you sleep well?" She casually says while assaulting me. My back arches in pleasure as a deeper numbing ecstasy runs over my body fiercely.

"Yh... you, what..." It's a struggle to get a coherent sentence, just having woken up to such an intense awakening, my lower half completely plastered and sticky with my own cum which now weakly dribbles out from me, having long since been spent at some point.

My body trembles uncontrollably as electric waves shoot across my spine, barely able to control my limbs as I try to desperately halt the sensations.

I reach down, managing to grab her hands to at least stop her from thrusting, the vibrations still intensely abusing my insides regardless of my attempts to stop it.

"If you wanted to hold hands, you could have just asked me." She steals both of my hands away, using gravity magic to continue the thrusting inside me, the vibrator drawing a squeal from me each time it bottoms out in me.

Her hands are slimy, but even so it's almost impossible to escape her grip with my wobbly arms, all my energy apparently having been spent on cumming while I was asleep.

I helplessly hump the air as the hands-free toy fucks every inch of me, struggling to think through the hazy mess my mind has become.

The thrusts don't slow down in the slightest, in fact I'd almost say they're speeding up, barely able to tell with how much of a monotone mess my pussy has become.

Part of me feels like I'll be trapped in this cumming hell forever, another part begging for that to be the case, already having lost to the constant onslaught of orgasmic bliss setting fire to my senses.

The remaining rational part of me can only beg for mercy, my hips constantly jumping with each one of my words, turning them into hoarse squeals instead of proper words, but I do manage to get them out eventually.

"Please... no more..." My body feels ridiculously dehydrated by this point, and that definitely reflects in my dry sounding voice, my nose assaulted by many intense smells, smells I'm only really able to identify as the smell of 'sex'.

That scent manages to drive my body even more wild, somehow, blinding arousal flushing through my frame, even as I try to beg for release from this pleasurable hell.

Finally, the vibrator suddenly pops out of me and onto the bed, leaving me gasping and writhing on the damp sheets as I slowly begin to melt from the relaxation and exhaustion flooding over me without warning.

I don't even have the wherewithal to blame the heroine, mumbling out thanks for the mercy I've been given, slumping into the pillows with a dazed look.

The heroine occasionally pokes my tender cock and folds with exploratory touching, drawing squeaks of tortured bliss from my lips as I try to pull myself away from the probing fingers.

I can hear the heroine giggling at me, but I can't even find the energy to be ashamed, my eyelids getting heavier by the moment as my exhaustion begins to claim my consciousness. I guess not needing to sleep doesn't mean my body can handle complete exhaustion...

I can't tell if I'm happy I've found this out, or unhappy... It was wonderfully painful.

(Mmm, do I give her a break? I'm not sure... I can only impersonate her so much on trying to make interesting titles. Oh well, lewds are over, and a short skip since watching me sleep is boring. I'm in control here now! Hah!)

Once again we're on the road after having dumped off the unwanted elements that were in our basement. Fluffy is sitting next to me all cute like, having returned to her mostly original state. Killa is on the other side, looking at me with darkened cheeks before she turns away. You've become cute too.

Julia is driving this time, and the Heroine is messing around in the front seat with some sort of multi-colored cube, her face scrunched in frustration as she works on it.

At least the ride feels a lot less suffocating now... Ever since that whole mess of a couple days, they've been treating me a little more... Casually? Instead of aggressively. I don't really know how to describe it, human interactions are complicated.

"Ilviaaa... Can I borrow your lap?" Fluffy especially has been a lot more casual... I feel like this isn't a very good master/slave relationship at this point, but she's cute and still recovering, so no skin off my bones.

I grab a pillow from one of the compartments, setting it on my lap, having been blessed with my own pillow now as well as a return of my clothes! I push Fluffy's head into the pillow, causing her to squirm slightly before she gets comfortable.

After a moments pause, the pillow suddenly is pulled off my lap and into a hug from Fluffy, leaving her head against my skirt. ... You know, I was trying to protect you from my dick, but whatever.

I can feel my stiffening cock poking at the side of her face as she lays there, her recent affectionate nature bringing out my desires in a very intimate way.

... Am I getting too used to these people now? I'm not, right? It's not like I'm being tamed or anything, I'm just doing whatever it takes to make my life more comfortable! That's all.

Fluffy begins to chat our ears off, having returned to her formerly boisterous state, cheerfully talking about what she plans to do when she gets back, what she plans on eating when she can properly eat again...

Aren't these all so-called 'death-flags'? I've heard about them in stories about human villainesses. Death-flags are really bad things that can, well, cause death, so I'm not keen on Fluffy planting all of these...

I slowly put my hand over her mouth, muffling her speech, making her look up at me in surprise. "Death-flags are bad for your health." I curtly respond, causing the heroine to almost choke in laughter.

I can feel Fluffy smile against my palm, planting little kisses onto it as I continue to hold my hand there, drawing a hot feeling to my cheeks as I struggle to resist the temptation to just slam my dick down her throat right here.

"Ilvia, I don't regret keeping you." Now the Heroine is saying some creepy things, what is going on with these people?!

Finally after a while, I pull my hand away, trying to look away from her as I speak. "If you want to keep making death-flags, then go ahead." If she keeps playing with fire, I really won't be able to hold back.

My cock has gone from pressing against her cheek to traveling past her nose, towering above her head now, pulsing through the skirt.

Killa has completely pressed herself against the window now, trying to avoid looking completely now, while Fluffy just stares, her breath tickling me through the fabric.

I change my mind... This entire ride is torture. She's been teasing me like this for hours now! Hours, I say! Not just minutes! What kind of cruel torture is this?!

The Heroine is right here too, so even if I try to do anything, all I'll accomplish is making the rest of my trip even more uncomfortable... But maybe that would be worth it at this point.

Finally, I'm blessed by a brief stop in another city, everyone leaving... ... Except for the heroine, why have you not left?! Are you seriously that focused on your god damn cube that you won't leave me alone to jerk it for two seconds?!

Ugh, whatever! I'm the queen of denial, now! I will never fall prey to denial again!

(Something something, Queen of Denial is Cleopatra... She's made that joke before, but now it's kind of lonely to not have her here doing it.)

... I'm starting to think Fluffy knows what she's doing. The moment she got back in the car, she rested her head right back in the same position, her heated breath constantly tickling my cock once more, drawing shivers down my spine.

"Fluffy, you..." She looks up at me, her eyes professing complete innocence to the act she's doing. "Ugh, nevermind."

I lean my head back and bury my arms into my face, trying to ignore the constant suffering my crotch is going through.

My thoughts begin to naturally drift towards thinking about what it would be like to throat-fuck Fluffy in such a compromising position, my cock heating up even more as the temptation builds in every fiber of my being.

Seriously, are humans experts at teasing demons or something? This ride is going to be horrible...

(Oh, good morning!)

+Mfff...+

(Hey, you should know my lap is a dangerous place to rest your head~.)

+Mhhh...+

(C'mooon, use words.)

+Nghhh...+

(One more try, you can do it!)

+Faith... y'gotta try this...+

(Sheesh, all you can think of when you wake up is trying to proselytize a subby harem mate?)

+Mhmm...+

(You aren't even going to thank me for not fucking you while you were unconscious? Aah... Woe is me. ... Hey, quit kissing my stomach.)

+I'd love if you'd use me whenever you want...+

(... That's really not fair to say while you're right next to my dick. I can only take your place making titles for so long, you know.)

+Mmmh, who caaares...+

(I was even forced to make a 'Queen of Denial' joke in your place earlier.)

+Ughhh, maybe I care.+

Author's Note:

Another shorty chapter this time.

Hopefully this mess will get resolved after I see my doctor in a couple days.

Next chapter might be smut too! Lots of smut in this chain, just to satisfy any lewd itches people might have.