The Punishment of A Demon General

When I got home I immediately hopped onto the bed with a loud crack from the protesting bed frames. My bed was half broken thanks to that idiot and her gravity magic. Lunch passed, then eventually dinner.

I was feeling really sleepy after dinner for some reason, so I decided to take a nap. I relish the sleep to relax my giddy and anxious mind, when I wake up, sex will be had!

...

I woke up from what felt like an incredibly deep sleep to some soft clanking noises and a cold feeling on my wrists and ankles. My eyes slowly flutter open, my drowsy head slowly but surely clearing.

My bleary vision returned to show me a scarred and muscled blonde woman filing her nails a bit while whistling to herself, the position quite compromising as she sits cross legged between my legs at the edge of the bed.

I try to move my limbs, only to find sounds of metal rubbing against metal. Panicked, I check my limbs, finding they're bound firmly by short chains to some rings on the bed posts.

"Hey, you. You're finally awake." She states nonchalantly, a grin on her face.

+Pff... Where's Ulfric?+

(Don't interrupt smut scenes, okay? That's what they're all here to watch.)

"You were out like a light, so I took the liberty of getting you ready early. Thank me later." She moves from crisscross to kneeling as she lays her hands to my sides looking at me with a playful smile.

My thoughts take a bit to process everything precisely before a groan passes my lips. Not of pleasure or anything, just a realization coming over me. That psycho heroine drugged my dinner.

"Aaah... Chains are so good. The cool metal on your skin feels great, right?" A bit of obsession flickers in her eyes as she watches me try and wriggle, causing the sounds to echo through the room. "The fact you were so sound asleep works out anyway... I don't let people I've just met chain me down, unlike a certain silly babe."

As if to punctuate the remark, a finger slides from the bed, trailing up the side of my body, leaving tingles in its wake before a firm pinch is placed on my nipple, eliciting a gasp from me.

"T-that... Weren't you..." I feel so conflicted and confused. On one hand, I really wanted to chain her down and rock her world... On the other, it's been so long since I've jerked off, and being in such a compromising position is making me feel burning hot.

I've never done this before... Would it be good? All my slaves swear by it, they love screaming for more, begging me to never stop, I-...

"I'll tell you what though, I didn't fully expect this though." She laid a finger on my now painfully bulging cock, a squeak of surprise passing my lips with the interruption of my self-conflict.

"Well, Lady Heroine did tell me about it, just... Yenno, abnormal to see this kinda thing. So part of me was still doubting it." While she casually talks, she runs a finger down the underside of my member, her well manicured nails gently scraping down to the base.

"So, top or bottom, babe?" The lackadaisical setting bought a bit of frustration from me. She got me all chained up like this and is now asking me if I want to top or bottom? My brow furrows in irritation welling up while questioning if she's trying to mock me.

Mockery it must be, with a soft growl, I try to maximize my sadistic attitude, looking at her with the most lustful gaze I can manage. "I'm gonna top you until you scream." I share arrogantly, hoping to catch her off guard.

"... Ooh, I really like that look, I look forward to being chained up next time. Top it is."

Confusion strikes me. She just said 'next time' yet she's still saying topping. Am I misunderstanding something? What-

I'm interrupted as I watch her pull out a 7-inch strap on, a little nub on the end for her self, but the majority of the length going for the victim. I gulp, realizing if I don't do something, that victim will be me.

"W-what the hell kind of topping are you talking about?" There's no lack of desperation in my voice, while I'm interested, there's a limit to what my pride can take, especially when she's so playfully making a mockery of me.

"Oh, of course... You'll be on the top, I'll be on the bottom, simple as that." She leans forward, planting a lust-laden kiss onto the opposite nipple to the one she pinched while she gets her equipment ready.

I can feel myself throb painfully, my rear end already clenching in surprise. It's not that I've never taken it before it's just... My head spins with arousal, a week of not doing it is far too much for me who averages at least twice a day, even on a bad week.

It's alright if it's just once, right? Just once... Definitely...

I can feel a bit of drool coming down my chin as pre-cum begins to bud at the tip of my member, my heart racing with all sorts of incredibly dirty thoughts. This is what the heroine wants right? I shouldn't... But...

I continue making weak excuses to myself as the woman in front of me lets out a soft sigh, followed by a short snap as her new faux-cock is fastened.

This sight, I can't... I really can't. I faintly hump the air as arousal begins to overwhelm me, I continue sending meaningless comforting thoughts to myself while I pray that by some mercy I cum right here and now.

Her hands reach down now that she's fully equipped, my humping member landing between her b-cup breasts giving the slightest pressure as she leans some of her weight onto my own breasts, her hands beginning to tweak my nipples in earnest, driving my thrusts even more wild.

"Aw, poor thing, you look so pent up. Have you truly gone so long?" Her head leans down, breathing her soft sighs onto the head of my cock, I... I need to answer, right...

"Yes... A... A week..." My breath hitches between my words, each time I try to speak her fingers give little tweaks and twists to my poor vulnerable nubs.

"Pfft... A week." She laughs, not in derision, but in amusement and no small amount of comfort. "You must run a little hot blooded then, mm? An appropriate position for the 'Demon General of Lust'."

Yeah, right... This is just an appropriate position for me, I'm not wrong! See, it's just the heroine who is mean, there's finally someone who und-

I'm interrupted by my own cry as my nipples are suddenly firmly tugged, before she finally breaks away from letting me grind my member on her chest.

I don't get time to calm down as I'm suddenly woman-handled, feeling hot breaths appear under my neck as she crawls in behind me, resting her new faux-member between my legs, the tip faintly grinding into the base of the underside of my member.

I can't get over her pants of arousal squirming into my ear as she breathes across my neck, she can almost certainly hear my heart thudding in my chest as my expectation grows more and more.

I can feel her moving around under me, though not able to see... I begin to feel a cold and wet hand wriggling near my crotch, probably lubing up the soon to be invader.

The cogs of my mind grind to a halt much like she grinds her breasts against my back, the lust-addled mess I've become only serves to heighten my arousal, creating a feed-back loop of painful desire coursing through me to my bones.

Suddenly, I feel my hips lift, and then shortly after an invader brushing my now incredibly vulnerable feeling rear. She remains there, holding me up with inexhaustible strength, constantly teasing me.

Instinctively, I try to push back, hoping to push back into it, but it seems she was waiting for that. I hear a breathy moan once again pass by my sensitive ears as she suddenly drops me onto the lined up invader, spearing me to its base.

I can't tell whether I should be feeling pain or pleasure, all my mind can scream at me in this moment is "both" as a deep shudder rises up my spine, culminating at my lips, released in a moan.

"Oooh... I had taken a guess, but you really enjoyed that, huh?" Her teasing voice makes nigh unintelligible music in my ears as she begins thrusting, not slow like one would do an inexperienced lover, but fast, loud claps of flesh joining the symphony of moans now forming from both of our throats.

I buck my hips in return, straining slightly against my bindings, desperate to move, to find something to get purchase onto to help my moving hips, something I can grab onto to send this pleasure through. All I can do is grasp onto the chains and rattle them with a white knuckled grip.

I don't even notice her reaching around. Her strength well enough to prop me up and fuck me from under with one hand, her free hand deciding to ride me further into ecstasy, I can feel her grip the base of my cock, not with as much deftness as the Heroine, but a firm grip, not allowing even the slightest of escape from her intent.

Her hand rocked up and down my shaft with unrelenting aggression, her breaths turning into pants as she strains her muscles to fuck me as hard as she can, a far cry from the seemingly gentle lover that originally appeared in front of me when I awoke.

I helplessly scream as my cock all but gushes a hazy white fluid with my approaching orgasm her moans tingling my ears sweetly as I writhe atop her, completely trapped in her clutches, my breasts rising and falling with each heaving breath between moans.

Finally, my mind gets painted white as the air in front of me before it gracelessly lands atop my body, each new jerk from the woman under me sending a new wave out, tingles run throughout my entire form as I finally experience release after a long and torturous week.

I collapse onto her as she lets me go, my cock faintly throbbing as I come down.

I hear a faint whisper from behind me, leaving me with a deep foreboding feeling even as I swim in the throes of bliss.

"Alright, now it's time for you to bottom."

+... Pauuuse. Whoa, that was spicy. I was getting a little worked up there...+

(Can I explain myself a little bit at least?)

+Sure, it's hilarious to see how you'll dig a hole this time.+

(... At that time I had literally never gone a day in my life without sex or masturbation that's just how lust demons are, not to mention the Demon General of Lust. That week was like torture to me. It may have seemed easy to you from the outside but recovering from an addiction like that is...)

+You never recovered from your addiction though, you just became addicted to having sex with me instead.+

(No comment... We'll continue this shortly and see what Julia means by 'bottom'.)

+Perhaps at some point we'll do a little rewind and see all the close calls Ilvia had during that week of abstinence.+

(No!)

+Maybe.+

Author's Note:

I swear I'm a bit too good at writing smut. Not in terms of quality, but when a smut chapter appears I'll just space out.

Suddenly I'll have a nearly 2000 word chapter before my eyes when I zone back in 2 hours later.

Of course there haven't been too many smut chapters so far, but if I had a nickle for each time I'd have two nickles, which is not a lot, but it's weird that it's happened twice.

I guess it's a new thing to add to my 'strange list of talents'.