The Evil Sorcerer (leestud X Lala)

[leestud]

Dur'azoth was a powerful demon sorcerer. He was 2,467 years old but looked like a human would at eighteen and stood at seven foot and nine inches talk and had a extremely muscular build which included a ten pack on his chest along with big noticeable muscles all over his body. The most obvious things about him was his dark red skin, long sharpened white fingernails that we're akin to claws, his two large pointed horns coming out of his hair and his black bat like wings that when spread out reached a good ten feet. He short messy black hair and also had a goatee beard along with a thin moustache. His face was rugged and had dark red eyes with a thin black slit in the middle acting as a pupil and a broad nose. Now since he was sorcerer his typical clothes were very exquisite blood red robe with black trim made from the finest silk that the arms went down to the elbow, some black cotton pants underneath that and some fancy exquisite pointy shoes. He wore some shiny platinum bracers with an encrusted ruby in each one. Of course each of these items were magically enchanted to increase his defences and enhance his already strong magical power. Of course while by default the robe was a fully covering his body it was quite adaptable and if he so choose he could turn it into one that revealed his toned chest that was covered in some body hair. In fact all of his clothes could meld into his body thus even if he wanted to be naked he would have all of the protections and advantages of wearing his enchanted gear.

If he so choose to he could quite easily bring ruin to the kingdom, claim himself as a powerful demon lord and try to take over all of the land. But he had seen others more powerful than him try and fail. Heroes would always rise up and defeat the demon. If he attacked the kingdom it would only be a matter of time before some powerful heroes would seek him out to take him out. He had other ideas for his powers. He wanted a hot and sexy pet to have fun with any time he wanted. While he wished that he could go to the Captial city and his pick of fine women there that would draw far too much attention. He had to keep the fact that he was a demon secret as even if he was not actively being a threat there was still those who would hunt him. Since his magic was limited against those who did not give him permission he would have no choice but to kill anyone who sent off to kill him. This would just lead to a snowball effect of stronger and stronger hunters hunting him until those strong enough to defeat him would kill him. There was just too many people in the capital to find out his secret to risk it. This is the reason why he lived in the King's woods. Not many people choose to live there as there was dangerous animals and monsters in those woods, not to mention the poachers who tried to steal the King's animals dead or alive in order to sell them/their products as there was many a beast and monster that were only found in this wood, well at least in this country. While the King did sent patrols and even visited the wood in order to hunt occasionally, it was so large that you could easily avoid people if you really wanted to.

Now while Dur'azoth could use magic to create all of the food and water he needed to live and all the wealth that he could want, he choose not to. There were good reasons for this, food and water he created had no taste or smell and nothing, not even the most powerful magic could make it otherwise. Wealth and such would disappear as soon as it left his personal space or his home. So he needed a way to survive and he decided that the best way would be to hunt the poachers in the King's woods and turn them over to the guard station located in the centre of the wood for a reward and thus he would then travel to the nearby village in order to buy food and anything else he fancied. Luckily poacher's brought a hefty weight of gold reward as the King despised poachers and any that were captured would be executed. Some men would be hard pressed to bring in a person to get killed and be paid but he did not mind. They were just mortals and the only time he cared about them was if he was having fun with them or if they were trying to kill him. Of course he could not hand over the poachers as himself, he was keeping the fact he was a demon a secret. Luckily as many demons had the ability to he could transform into a human. While he would still appear as a demon to the correct magic spell and still had all of his demon weaknesses, in all other aspects he appeared entirely human. Now his human disguise looked completely different to his demon form. While disguised he looked like a middle age human male of average build standing at five foot nine with a slightly less rugged looking face. His hair was still black but had a slight greying tone to it and his facial hair was the same as well. He had brown eyes that appeared human and kept his broad nose. His clothes shifted to a common brown robe that covered all of his body and arms, shaggy brown pants and worn brown boots. No wings or horns could be found either. Also his name was different as his name just screamed I am demon come and kill me. His name in disguise was Gebald the Strange.

To the outside world Gebald the Strange was a cocky middle-aged sorcerer who retreated to the wood in order to live. Luckily the King allows people to travel and even live in most of the wood if they so choose. Only a certain section is restricted to the King and anyone with the King's permission. He lives in a simple wooden cabin in a spacious clearing right next to an offshoot of the main river that runs through the King's Wood. The cabin has a spacious living area along with a small kitchen and a quite big bedroom that houses a single bed with plenty of room to spare. The furnishings are minimum and cheaply built but sturdy, It also has a trapdoor in view that leads to a small cellar that houses a couple of barrels of cheap ale. Of course that is not his real abode, but just the house that Gebald lives in. His real house dwells in a demi plane only accessible from his log cabin's cellar. Hidden from normal eyes but if those with the right knowhow came into his cellar they could break into his demi plane and visit his real house. But hardly anybody even came to the log cabin and none of those people even thought about going into his cellar. Occasionally the guard captain from the guard station would visit him and he did get people who got lost in those woods come knocking on his door looking for help. Luckily he had enchanted his door to mentally notify him of someone knocking on the door so that even if he was in his real home he would know to come as Gebald to answer the door so that he could keep his cover alive and maybe even have a little fun if the right person arrived. But alas he was not interested in anybody who visited him who was lost in the woods. The door was not the only thing that was enchanted to let him know it was being used. The same was with his special rope that he used to trap poachers. He would set it up in areas that had juicy targets for poachers and it would notify him if it was activated.

Dur'azoth was just in his personal home in the demi plane lounging on his throne. He did not enjoy the company of other demons and had made no friends as Gebald in the mortal world except for the Captain of the Guard and he could not reveal his true nature to him. Hopefully he would catch another poacher soon. He was so close to saving up enough money in order to buy a slave for him to enjoy. He knew where to look for such things and while disguised as Gebald he would not raise suspicion. He could easily steal somebody by force from such a place, but he would have to do so as his demon self and that would lead to him being hunted down and he did not like being pray. Then all of a sudden his mental alarm went off that someone had tripped his trap. The rope would tie itself around both of the victim's feet hoisting them up into the air and then it would restraint their body in a turtle style bondage tie. The rope was also invisible until triggered and could only be damaged by magic, i.e. magic sword, fire spell etc and it would only come undone if he commanded it to do so. His trap could only catch one person at a time, but none of there poachers knew magic so they could not escape that way and it restrained them too well for them to escape themselves. Anytime it had caught one in a group he saw a few signs of them trying to cut free their trapped mate but ultimately they fled leaving the trapped one to be sold. So Dur'azoth flew to the gate between the demi plane and his cellar, transformed into Gebald and walked through the portal into his cellar. He then climbed up the ladder, left the cellar thought the trap door, left his cabin through the front and only door and quickly made his way to the trap's location. Upon reaching it though he gasped in shock as he did not see a poacher like he expected. No what he had trapped was an amazingly hot female. Since he approached from the back he did not know what exactly he had caught but he did so love that booty that he saw. He then commanded in a matter of fact voice, "Turn" and the rope turned his victim to face him.

 

[Lala]

Elora Greenvale sang softly to herself as she traipsed down the woodland trail. As a wood elf, she was always most at ease when she was able to lose herself in the thick forests that ringed the king's city. She was small for an elf, and far less willowy than many of her kind tended to be. Her curves almost refused to be wrangled in the tanned leather loincloth and halter that wrapped around her neck to try to contain the heft of her bosom. Her skin was bronzed from time spent out in the sun, silken and supple and smelling of rosewater and ivy. A dark, thick mane bounced down her back in waves, pulled back on the sides with a few thin braids tied with feathers. Golden eyes, bright and twinkling like tiger's eye, peered from beneath thick lashes.

Elora was a rare beauty, even among elves who were renowned for being fair folk indeed. The males of her village had long ago begun to court her, and word spread even past the huts of her home when she came of age to marry. There were so many suitors at times that she had to escape to the forests to clear her head. Her father wanted her to marry a noble from one of the great houses, though she would much rather enjoy the freedom of the woods than sit in a stuffy manor in the trees. She knew that there were dangers in the forests as well, though she had enough sense to avoid the darker parts where demons and monsters tended to roam. The old shaman always warned her of those dark creatures that dwelled in the deeper woods, beyond the ancient stone markers, and said that demons would do unspeakable things to sweet little elves like her.

Her wandering brought her to those very stones: large, carved things inscribed with Abyssal runes that she couldn't decipher. On the other side, the river burbled past. She knew that was not an option either, since it marked the beginning of the King's woods, where she knew better than to tread. Of course, the captain of the guard was rather fond of her, since she more than once had brought him some homemade pies and other treats from the elven village. They tried to stay in the good graces of the humans and, when they needed to send someone that everyone would love, they sent Elora. Still, she knew that sometimes poachers and highwaymen lurked just at the entry to the King's woods, hoping to take travelers off guard and steal whatever treasures they might carry.

Turning to head back down the other fork of the road, she saw an odd area in the brush that looked like it had been disturbed. Sometimes poachers set snares here, and more than once she had freed a poor rabbit or some other unfortunate creature before they could arrive to kill it. She carefully picked her way through the dense undergrowth, batting away branches that caressed at her cheeks and pulled at the scant fabric of her halter. The earth felt warm when she bent and pressed a hand to it, and it looked as though it had been disturbed, though nothing was visible.

At once, something coiled around her ankles! She let out a cry as she was suddenly hoisted up into the air, kicking and flailing. She didn't care if anyone heard her, throwing quite the fit as she tried to free herself, all the while those ropes began to bind her tighter and tighter until she could barely move. Her entire body lurched and bucked, fighting against ropes that coiled over and around her body, hugging every curve and ensuring she was kept firmly in place in what had to be a magical snare. She fought with every ounce of strength she possessed, though she was no warrior, no fighter, and soon she was panting and dangling like a fly in a web. Her pointed ears perked when she heard the sound of rapid footsteps approaching, and she let out a soft little whimper. Obviously whoever had set the trap was aware she had been snared, and was now coming to collect their bounty.

She struggled even more, trying to get a view of the person, though all she could really do was wriggle and probably give them a fairly enticing view since the ropes had peeled up the back end of her loincloth and loosened part of her halter. "W-who is there?" she panted, her heart screaming in her chest as though it intended to burst through her ribs.

Her pulse quickened even more when she heard the low voice speak and she began to turn toward him as though by magic. Though, that's most certainly what it was. Her entire body quivered as she stared at the man, almost eye to eye since she was hoisted in the air. "Please, let me go?" she said in a hoarse voice. She squirmed a bit more, biting her lip and peering at him through the dark hair that had fallen into her face. He looked like a human from the city perhaps, and not as intimidating as some of the brigands that ran these woods. "I wasn't poaching. I was just walking in the woods."

No matter how much she struggled, she was unable to even slightly loosen the ropes holding her. One thing was certain, she wasn't going anywhere until this man wanted her to.

 

[leestud]

Dur'Azoth was stunned when he was the ropes turn around and noticed that it was an elven beauty. He knew that the wood elves resided outside of the King's wood, but he had never known any to stray this far from their home. Inwardly he was overjoyed, now he had no reason to buy a pet as he had just captured the perfect one. Demons had a fond spot for elves and among demons were one of their favourite play things. He could not wait to corrupt her and make her his slutty plaything who lived to pleasure him. But he would have to first trick her into entering a bond with him. Only then could he use the full range of his magic against her which he would need to corrupt her and so that in private he could reveal himself as a demon to her without her being able to escape or tell others about him.

He slowly looked the wood elf up and down and her front was just as sexy as her rear. He loved the way that the rope had tightened around her, loosening her halter top and peeling back her loincloth. If he was but a mere human he would have had a raging bones at the right of her but as a demon he had complete control over it. He then spoke to her in a puzzled voice,
“Hmm I have caught many a poacher but never have I caught an elven one and a wood elf no less. But then poachers do not just stick to animals. You must want to kill and sell some sort of monster right. I mean this is a poaching hot spot really close to the lair of a manticore after all. Wood elves do use the poison from the stinger in some of their medicines right. But you are most certainly not a hunter so must be a tracker. Especially since that trap was right in the middle of that Manticore's trail. You must remember that even on the outskirts of the King's wood that planning to kill even monsters counts as poaching and the penalty is death. I can only imagine how much gold bringing an elven poacher would get me as well as how it would strain human elven relations”.

He then gives her some time for her to absorb what he said and waited for a reply. Of course, he had zero intention of handing her over, but she had to believe that he was being serious if she was going to accept his counter offer to become his assistant. Then it would be easy to take her back to his cabin and to perform the binding. Then she would be his and he could reveal himself. He would still play the nice guy sorcerer act, and she would still be his assistant, but he would sneakily start to corrupt her. He was also plotting of many ways to ensure that no matter her reply he could twist her words so that she would believe that her only two choices was death for poaching or to be his assistant.

 

[Lala]

Elora let out a slow breath, trying to calm herself, since panicking made it harder to breathe in the tight ropes that held her. The man before her didn't seem cruel on the outside, but she knew that humans were good at burying that beneath a false mask, so caution still prickled. The ropes creaked idly in silence for a few moments as he looked her over. The obvious directions of his gaze made bright color leap to her cheeks and she ducked her chin down to hide the flush.

As he spoke, a knot began to coil in her stomach, tighter and more upsetting than the corporeal knots binding her in place here. He thought she was a poacher? Was he then of the guard? He didn't look to be, as he wore no uniform and didn't bear their formal posture. Her brows knitted. Perhaps then one of the bounty hunters they sometimes hired to go after the particularly rotten criminals. But she was no criminal! He must see that.

"I'm not a poacher! I'm not!" she protested, shaking her head. "I was just walking in the woods. Sometimes I like to explore here, where it's allowed. I saw this area on the trail that looked a bit off to me...I didn't realize it was because of the magic snare placed here." She felt tears start to rise to her lids, but she held them back the best she could. "I would never harm a creature! My people respect the woods and all that make it their home. Please, you must believe me."

He did not look like he expressly believed her, and she feared for what might happen to her now. Poachers were often put to death, depending on the severity of their crimes. She failed in staunching the flow of her tears, and two big fat drops plopped onto her cheeks and then fell to the ground beneath her. "You can ask the captain of the guard!" she said suddenly. "He knows me! He knows I would never be found poaching in these woods. I bring him sweets sometimes from my village. Would you go ask him? There must be a way to get me out of this. Please, I'll do what it takes! But it's getting late and there are demons and other creatures that prowl these woods at night. I don't want to be trapped here still when the sun dips," she begged.

 

[leestud]

Dur'Azoth inwardly smiled at the Elf's reply. She was getting desperate and that made her all the more susceptible to falling for his trap. Her knowing the Captain of the guard would normally have been unfortunate but luckily for him he had fallen ill recently of a mysterious illness. The healer had no idea what it was it now to cure it. All the healer knew was that the cause was natural and not magical. Most illnesses could be healed by magic but there were some poisons that magic could not cure or identify. But the ingredients for those type of poisons were rare and not many had the knowledge of how to make them. The wood elves were one of those who knew how to make such poisons and their part of the forest was one of the places that those plants could be found. Of course Dur'Azoth knew the actual cause. It was actually an illness that humans with demon blood in them sometimes caught. The stronger the demon blood the less severe it was. His was so severe that his demon blood must be extremely thin. The fact that he had no demon weaknesses and no magic was also a testament to this.

"Hmm ask the Captain of the Guard huh. You almost had me convinced until you brought him up. I too am friends with him and I have heard of him speak of a wood elf that brings him sweets that are so good that he does not share them with anybody else. But he recently he has fallen ill with a mysterious illness and is on The verge of death. The healer can not identify it or cure it, so he suspects a special type of natural poison. Like the types that the wood elves make. It sounds like you was the one who was poisoning him. Clever by slowly poisoning him you thought that you would not raise suspicion to yourself and that during the confusion of him falling ill your people would hunt the monsters that have ingredients you need from the King's wood. But together all of this evidence adds up. Now you are guilty not only of poaching but attempted murder of a Captain of the guard/murder if he does," he said in a serious tone. He also a made himself choke up a bit when talking about the Captain of the Guard in the verge of death to make it seem like he was a good fellow who cared about his friends.

But he needed to win her trust in order to make her accept his deal. He could tell that she was wary of him, and he had to change that. He had played the bad city watchman, now it was time to play the good city watchman. He then stood in thought for a bit and reached into his pocket for a moment before he spoke to her again in a softer and gentle voice, "Well I have more than enough evidence to bring you in to the guards and have you executed. My head is telling me that you are guilty. But my heart is telling me that such a sweet elf could surely not be a poacher or poisoner. And just because some wood elves hunt monsters which are different from beasts and generally threaten the forest, does not mean that all do. Some wood elves respect all life of this world. And if course I would not leave you up at night tied up alone. The nearby manticore is a serious threat alone but as you said demons do roam this place at night and I know how much they love elves. So against my better judgement I am going to give you an offer."

He then snapped his fingers. The rope lowered her to the ground and changed from turtle style bondage to simply wrapped around her entire body. It was not as right as before but still completely retrained her but was more comfortable. It would still react to attempts at escaping by tightening up. He then looked her directly into the eyes and warmly spoke, "See I have made things more comfortable for you. But try to escape and I will take that as a sign of guilt and I will be forced to take you in. But if you are innocent like you claim then you will have no need to escape. The offer is that I would like for you to live with me in my cabin and become my assistant for aiding me with my magic. No magic is required from you, just your co-operation. And I ask that you do this for a month. This is to give me enough time to fully gauge your character. I really hope that you are telling the truth, it would be such a shame if you was executed. Of course of you refuse I will have to hand you in along with my crystal ball that recorded me finding you until before I spoke about having enough evidence to hang you. I am risking arrest just from me offering you this deal. You have until the end of the recording to accept."

While he was talking about the crystal ball he had taken it out of his pocket and shown it to her playing out the earlier scene with the volume audible if it was not for him falling over it. After he had finished talking the recording would only last a couple of minutes. By enforcing a time limit he would avoid her having enough time to really think his offer through. Surely she would take up his offer since he knew she was innocent. He was able to read people extremely well. He was certain that she would accept the offer. He had manipulated the circumstances so that the guards would believe him over her. Gebald was trusted and had captured so many poachers by this point. He also knew that most people of this kingdom distrusted elves. The Captain of the Guard was one of the rare exceptions, and he was in no state to defend her.

 

[Lala]

She swayed slightly in the ropes, which creaked now and then as she wriggled. She should have probably been a bit more upset about being so restrained, though there was some strange calm that swept over her as she realized she was completely immobilized. Her breaths evened out as she closed her eyes. Breathing in slowly, and exhaling in a long, controlled breath. When she opened those golden eyes to peer at the man, she was a bit more collected. The tears dried on her cheeks. She was smart and resourceful, and there was a way she could get out of this.

All of her careful centering fell apart when he mentioned that the captain was deathly ill. Her eyes widened and lips parted in a silent gasp. "I would never harm him! When did he fall ill? I haven't brought any sweets in some time, so it could not have been the elves. Please, can I go see him?" She, too, began to tear up, though hers were in earnest. The captain had always been kind to her, even though many humans maintained certain prejudices about the wood elves in the nearby forests. And she herself was renowned for being quite kindhearted, a gentle soul always willing to help those who needed it.

Her lips parted to protest again this treatment when he beat her to it. She blinked curiously as his tone gentled, and he seemed not quite the heartless brute who'd accused her only a moment ago of such terrible crimes. Her head tilted aside, sending a cascade of dark hair coursing over one eye as she regarded him. An offer? What offer might he suggest? Time and again, others warned her to be careful, to temper her trusting heart, but she found herself drawn in by his change in demeanor. And even more so when he lowered her down.

When her feet hit the ground, she relaxed her shoulders. Fingers and toes stretched as circulation returned, though she was still fairly immobilized by the ropes winding around her body, digging in to her soft flesh and pushing up the bounty of her bosom. As he made his offer, her head tilted again. Who was this man? He was surely no watchman, and now he was speaking of magic. But that was it? A month of assisting him in magical endeavors? Her eyes slid sideways. Perhaps she could agree and dash away as soon as he freed her from these ropes. She was very fast and lithe and he did not look fit enough to catch her.

It took her a moment to find her voice. "I have no experience with magics, just so you know. It may do you more good to find an assistant who is more versed in your craft." She eyeballed the crystal ball he pulled out of his pocket. Well, that explained the bulge in his pants. She'd assumed otherwise. An interesting device, though she gave it little regard. "If you insist on this bargain, I suppose I must accept. But I should warn you: I once set the shaman's cottage on fire in my village when she asked me to help her with a spell. And it was a charm for luck. If that changes your mind any..." she said slowly.

She idly tried to squirm out of the ropes as she awaited his response, sucking in a sharp breath when they tightened reflexively and squashed her cleavage essentially up to her chin.

 

[leestud]

Dur'Azoth smiled as she accepted the offer. His trap was almost complete. Now he just had to get her back to his cabin to complete the bonding ritual and she would be his, not only would this guarantee his safety and identity to be kept a secret, but also allow him to use the full set of his powers on her. While watching her before he responded he noticed that she was still trying to escape out of the ropes which did make for a very nice view but he kept his gaze firmly in her eyes. He did want to appear as a nice guy and not a pervy creep at the moment. She still wanted to escape which was a problem but he had a solution for that. His magic could be fully used on bestial type monsters and even some lesser demons. Usually he made sure that they would avoid him. But if he made this area of the woods too dangerous for her to survive on her own, she might reconsider escaping.

He softly spoke to her, "Okay you seem sincere so I am choosing to believe in you for the moment. Sorry for the lack of an introduction but I do not give my name to poachers. Seeing as how you do not seem to be one, my name is Gebald, nice to meet you. But like I said earlier no magic is required from you. I have great respect for elven shamans, their magic is a completely different type from mine. Aiding them is best left to those with out any natural pools of magic. You may not realise this but I sense a small amount of magic within you. It probably reacted negatively to the Shaman's magic thus causing the fire. That is of no concern to me, in fact it will only make assisting me easier as there is some magic I want to try that requires another person's magic. But I will talk about that later. Just to let you know that rope will only get tighter if you try to escape now I ....."

It was now starting to get dark and a loud roar was heard as a Manticore jumped out from the denser undergrowth towards Dur'Azoth and his captive. But as Gebald he quickly spoke some magic words, an act as he needed no words for his magic but humans did, and a small lightning bolt came out of his hands aimed at the monster. Not strong enough to kill it, but strong enough it yelped out in pain and ran off. But other sounds of monsters seemed to sound from nearby but none seemed to come any closer. This was of course because he willed it but to an outsider it would just seem that the monsters were keeping their distance from him after his display. He had to convince her that it was too dangerous to run away from him, at least until the morning, but that would be far too late.

He turned back to his captive and bowed to her, then when he got back up he informed her, "Sorry about that, monsters and the like have not attacked me since I first moved to this wood.They know better than to attack me since I can drive them off with my magic. They must be under a Demon's influence. They seem to be keeping their distance now, but that might not be the case for long. The demon probably sent them to capture you. We better hurry to my cabin. It is protected from both monsters and demons. Well at least the level of demons that roam these woods. You better stick close to me so that I protect you. I better release you from the bonding now."

He then clapped and the other end of the rope that was tied to the trees shot into the sorcerer's hand and the part restraining the elf changed position so that it now was a collar tied around her stomach and shortened so that there was only around an arms length between the elf and the demon masquerading as a human. He then looked back at her and stated, "Sorry about the form that it has taken but it only had so many modes and it is much safer for you to have it on. This way a stealthy monster or the demon itself can not grab you without my noticing. The rope is strong enough to stop them from taking you. We better hurry up back to my cabin now. I will lead the way and if you will follow. I will explain more about the assistant job when we get back." He then started to lead the way back to his cabin.

 

[Lala]

Elora scowled slightly when he named her a poacher again. "It is not nice to meet you! You tied me up!" she said, still entrapped in those tight coils of rope around her. "And you're wrong about me having magic. I've never had magic. I'm so non-magical it's laughable. Listen, Gebald, I don't know who you are or what right you think you have to--"

When the manticore came roaring into the clearing, all fangs and flashing eyes, she tried to leap back. Her bindings made her unable to do so, and she ended up just tipping aside with as much of the rope's slack as she could manage. Light flashed in the darkening clearing, along with the smell of burnt air, and she let out a soft cry at seeing him unleash the magic at the creature. Her eyes were wide and round, focused on his face when he returned to her. The display of such things always amazed her, especially since she could do no spells of her own. She wondered that such a seemingly powerful wizard lived a quiet and unknown life in these woods.

"Why would a demon be controlling the creatures? I was always told they don't concern themselves with shows of power unless they're after something. Do you think there's something in this woods they want?" She shook her head when he made the suggestion she was the intended target. "Me? Why would they be after me? I'm no one important. Oh, I'm Elora, by the way. The fletcher's daughter." Still, her eyes traced to the setting sun where it painted the horizon in pinks and golds. She truly did not like to be out in these woods after dark, and it seemed they might be more treacherous than usual. "All right. I'm ready to go," she said, still intending to take the first chance she got to make a dash for it. Demons and monsters did scare her, but she also didn't necessarily want to be stuck doing magic for a month with this random trap-setting wizard. "But can I send word to my village tomorrow to let them know I'm okay? They'll wonder where I've gone."

She felt a short tug and pinwheeled her now-free arms slightly, stumbling backward when he shortened the rope between them. Her eyes fissured to slits at this treatment. Though not noble by any means, she was not used to being tied up and tugged around like a snared rabbit. "Oh come on! You can trust me to walk on my own. Besides, if we get attacked by a demon or something, I can probably run a whole lot faster without this rope around me. I'm very fast." But she was given no option to protest further as he began to lead her away to the cabin in the woods, watching each moment for an opening to make her move.

 

[leestud]

He looked back at Elora as she followed him. He knew that she was still trying to escape so he would just have to convince her that she did not stand a chance alone. He also gave no openings for her to run off. The rope was firmly attached to his hand by its magic and would not let her go either. He mentally commanded what he considered a lesser demon to make himself known. Even though Dur'Azoth called it a lesser demon it was still strong enough that only specialized hunters or decently powerful heroes could defeat it. Not only did the noise of the monsters seem to increase but a evil cackling voice could also be heard. The woods darkened to almost pitch black, a magical blackness that even elven eyes could not penetrate. Gebald spoke some magic words and a light was created that illuminated the immediate area around him and Elora. Gebald's face feigned worry as he looked back to Elora and told her, "Yes you can send word back to your village tomorrow to explain the situation. This rope is very versatile. It will also automatically protect you against anything that manages to slip past me. It seems that a powerful demon has set its sight on you. I have studied demons when I was younger, they care not for what we consider important. They are particularly fond of elves. Since you have such beauty it must want to kidnap you in order to have its way with you. It has never revealed itself since I moved here, it must have sensed my strong magical power and stayed away from me because I do not interest it. The elven magic must have prevented it from entering their side of the forest, but since you strayed out of their protection it must have decided you was worth revealing itself for. I will release you as soon as we get into the protection of the clearing my cabin is in. Its protection is far too strong for this demon to penetrate. If this demon was strong enough to penetrate my clearing's protection then it would have come itself and killed me."


All of a sudden a scratch appears on one of the legs of Elora and a new section of rope quickly and powerfully emerges from the collar and an audible thwap sound is heard. As soon as the sound is heard a red coloured imp appears in the place the rope struck and is sent flying into a nearby tree knocking it unconscious. The new section of rope then retracts back into the collar like it never existed in the first place. Then the very earth itself shoots up in a hand which attempts to grab Elora. The rope quickly yanks her forward so that she is right beside Gebald and out of reach of the earthen hand. Then it continues to rise until a fully emerged earth elemental comes out of the ground. Gebald immediately chants some magic words and a blue beam shoots towards the earth elemental which instantly freezes it. Gebald looks back at Elora and tells her as he continues to run, "Do you really think that you could escape this demon' minions by your own in this magical darkness or the demon itself. My presence is currently the only thing preventing it from appearing in front of you. Don't worry we are almost there. When we get to my cabin I should be able to make a charm for you to protect you from this demon and hide you from its gaze. I may not look it but I am a very powerful sorcerer. I just dislike using my magic to hurt others. I just want to learn more about magic. To experiment and create new spells that are not based on killing. But all my old country seemed to want from me was to use me as a weapon. I did not want that so I fled to this far off land and live in seclusion praticing my magic. It is the only way to keep my power a secret. I thought as you are my assistant now you deserve to know this about me."


Of course this was all just a ploy from Dur'Azoth in order to gain Elora's trust. But he was a good enough of an actor to seem completely sincere. The lesser demon was doing well with the cackling and darkness spell. As well as summoning an earth elemental from the earth of the forest. But soon he had managed to lead Elora to the clearing where his log cabin was located. Even though the pitch blackness was still surrounding them, it was absent in the circle of the clearing. He ran up making sure Elora was behind him and knocked on what appeared to be thin air. A door shape appeared in the air and he went through making sure that Elora also went through. As soon as she was inside the door disappeared from the now clearly visible dome that surrounded the clearing. Some monsters appeared and hurled themselves towards Gebald and Elora but they hit the invisible from their side dome and fell to the ground. Then some other monsters tried digging underneath the dome but the protection was not a dome but a sphere that completely enclosed the clearing and the ground beneath it. As soon as they was through the door and the monster's attempts of entering the clearing had failed Gebald said, "Release" and the rope finally retracted off of Elora and into Gebald's hand. Now he was thinking that it would be about time that the imp's poison would start to take effect on Elora. Most types of imps have no such poison but he had commanded a special imp with a special poison that it transmitted through its claws. It was not deadly in itself but when it starts to take effect the affected person would feel quite ill as if they had come down with the flu. It was designed to incapacitate a victim but if someone was affected by this poison if not treated they would eventually die from their body trying to fight a flu that did not exist. But luckily Dur'Azoth knew how to counteract the poison. And this would be the chance he needed in order to trick her to perform the bonding ritual with him.

 

[Lala]

She spent much of her life in the woods, in the canopies where her people built their elaborate tree cities. She knew every inch of her forest, though hesitated at the boundaries to the king's woods and some of the darker corner. This was one of those darker corners. The trees and landscape were foreign to her, the path sloping up, up, up, and weaving between the darkening boles of tight-laced trees. In some places, it seemed almost a solid wall of greenery prevented unwanted eyes from piercing the veil of what laid beyond. Despite her reservations, she found herself edging closer to Gebald, and he might feel the change in the rope from taut to slack.

The sun finished its duty and sank below the horizon, throwing an even darker pall on these shaded woods. But it seemed unusually shadowy. Her eyes were not quite as keen as the dark elves' when it came to cutting through the black, but she generally had no issue navigating in the night. Yet now, she squinted to make out even the silhouette of the trees around them, and she was only aware of the man holding the end of the rope and the sound of her quickening breaths echoing in the dark. Light blossomed, glancing off her face and the profile of Gebald as he peered around them. He seemed worried, and that concerned her. Fiber by fiber, her muscles seemed to contact, coiling as a deep seed of dread unfurled in her belly. And when he spoke again of demons, her mouth went dry. Her fear crescendoed as wicked cackling filled the air.

"Please, let's hurry," she said, hardly daring to place her voice above a breathy whisper. Her golden eyes caught the magical light, glistening with terror. Demons were one of her greatest fears. Creatures of darkness who would seek to putrefy her lightness with their evil ways.

She cried out suddenly, the shout echoing in the dark around them. A thin, red line several inches long raised in a welt on her leg. It burned horribly, and she bent to rub at the painful mark, brows knitted in confusion. When the imp appeared, she leaped backward into Gebald, leaving the rope entirely slack. But she had little time to dwell on the shadow creature's attack when the earth began to split, revealing a stony hand reaching for her ankle. She jumped away in one lithe motion, limited by the rope, eyes wide with surprise as a massive elemental slowly crawled from the very ground itself. Her breath left her when Gebald hauled her back toward him away from the creature and quickly dispatched it with his magic.

"O, why would this creature send such things after me?" she said, thinking aloud. "I cannot be such an enticing draw to demonstrate such powers. There are many elves it might target." She nodded to Gebald when he mentioned using his magic to shield her. "Yes, please, make me a charm."

They walked for a short time until reaching a clearing where the shadow almost seemed to have been scrubbed away. It was bright and open, and Gebald summoned a door to take them into his abode. She tilted her head curiously, running a finger along the magical door that hovered in the middle of nowhere. Behind her, she heard loud thumping. Several horrifying creatures had crawled from the dark and were throwing themselves along some sort of barrier erected around the clearing. She let out a slow breath; it seemed Gebald's magic was indeed strong as he claimed, and she was safe here for now. She followed him through the door.

Once the rope was completely off of her, she stretched her neck and arms, elongating her torso and arching her back. She smoothed down her skirt and straightened her halter, a light wash of color painting her cheeks when she realized she had almost been exposed this entire time. She felt tired. Not much time had truly passed in the woods, but her body ached and she yearned to rest. Her heart was just now beginning to slow its frantic clip, so perhaps it was exhaustion from the ordeal. She put a hand to her forehead. It felt clammy and feverish.

"Gebald? Do you have somewhere I can lie down? I don't feel very well," she said, stumbling a bit. Her limbs had started to feel a bit wobbly, as they did after a long race. Her leg still burned something awful, the scratch an angry red, radiating heat. She put a hand out to the wall to steady herself, feeling more unwell by the moment.

 

[leestud]

Dur'Azoth was inwardly smiling at his plan unfolding. But Gebald's face was only showing concern. He walked towards Elora and worriedly said, "Yes I do, I will take you to my couch to lie down. You better hold on to me so that you do not fall, this does not seem natural, it must have been the imp that done this. We had better hurry." He then lets Elora grab a hold of him as he walks her through the front door of the cabin into the living area and helped her to lie down on the couch. While she was not in danger of collapsing to the ground, she was clearly still getting worse. He knew that this was the moment in which he could take what he needed for the special demon bonding ritual. A small sample of her blood. He could easily masquerade this as a way to identify what was wrong with her so that he would be able to create a cure. A cure that he already had prepared that was missing only one ingredient, a small sample of his own blood. When both of them drank each other's blood willingly but not necessarily knowingly within the special ritual circle then the bonding would be complete. If the person whom the demon was bonding with had less magic power then the demon would become their master and the bonded person would become their servant. The power of this bonding ritual was not absolute control of course. Just a few basic things like the servant would not be able to do harm to the master unless instructed to which included anything that the Master perceived as harmful like for Dur'Azoth him being revealed as a demon to the general populace would be harmful to him. The servant's lifeforce would be connected to the master's and thus if the master died then the servant would die but not the other way around and the master would be able to use any magic they wanted on their servant without needing their permission. The master would also be able to sense the location and condition of their servant at all times. What was also amazing is that the servant would understand this all instinctively as soon as the master wished it, which would be right after he revealed himself in his true form to Elora.

He told Elora as he placed his hand on her forehead and felt the heat radiating from it, "Please just hold on for a bit, I am going to have to get a sample of the blood from your scratch to find out what the Imp did to you. I should then be able to find out what is wrong with you and hopefully deal with it. If not I should be able to keep you stable until I can get a good healer to cure whatever is wrong with you. I will be right back to take your blood sample. You seem to have a fever so I will aslo grab a damp cloth it should help while I am gone" Gebald then left to go to the kitchen and returned with a small thin transparent tube and a damp cloth. The tube was enchanted to take blood samples, demons had a great number of uses for blood so it was a common tool for them. He came back and said, "Don't worry Elora this will not hurt," and gently pressed the tube to the scratch. A small amount of blood came into the tube and thanks to its special magical property this did not cause any pain whatsoever. He then placed the damp cloth on her head and walked away. He was still acting of course, he wanted to seem as sincere as possible. He still needed her to drink the drink he had prepared willingly. He then retreated back into the kitchen out of sight of Elora. He then silently conjured up a glass of dark red wine and poured Elora's blood into it. He then took out the anditote for the imp's poison which he had stored for such an occasion and pricked his finger and let a few drops of blood go into it which equalled to the same amount he had taken from Elora. He then stired both drinks well. As he did this he cast a spell to simulate the sounds of him identifying the blood and then mixing up an antidote. After a few minutes the spell stopped and he grabbed both drinks and rushed back to Elora.

He quickly set his own drink in a simple looking wine glass down on the table and then took the cup filled with the antidote that was a white milky looking liquid and gently placed it into her hands and warmly said to her, "This is the antidote for the poison that the imp used on you. You had better hurry and drink it all up before it loses its potency. Normally if giving people antidotes I would help them drink it but it is really cold and I do not wish to force you to drink it more quickly then you can handle. If that happened you might risk choking on it and that would most likely kill you in your weakened condition." While he was saying this he was silently drawing the invisible ritual circle around the couch, table and chair. Then then walked around the table and sat down on the chair facing the couch. He watched as Elora slowly drank the antidote that contained some of his blood. His blood was the reason why it was so cold. The antidote tasted different to different races. Dur'Azoth knew that to elves it would taste like sweet nectar so he had no fear that she would be unable to drink it. As she was drinking it he took the glass of dark red wine he had conjured that was tastless that contained her blood and started to drink it down as well. As soon as both had finished drinking the magic circle that was previously invisible had glowed a spectral blue and a blinding blue light filled the entire room before receding. Dur'Azoth could feel the connection to Elora and he was sure that she also felt the connection to him although she would not understand what it fully meant yet. But the antidote was really quick acting and in a few moments after drinking it the poison was fully neutralised. Elora would still feel slightly weak until she got a good night's rest.

Now it was his chance to reveal himself in all of his full glory but first he had to make sure that Elora would not run away or be too loud. So in an instant he created a visible barrier around the couch, table and chair and cast a calming spell on Elora so that she would not get scared or panicked. Luckily now he was able to use such magics. In fact if he wanted to he could easily fully control her mind and make her follow his every command without question, but where was the fun in that. He wanted to corrupt her so that she would become his willing sex loving pet. Sure he would use his mind affecting magic on her, but never to directly force her to do things. Things were going to get a lot more interesting now that his assistant would know exactly what he was. But he would not reveal everything like he was the one who set up the demon attack. At least not until she was fully corrupted into being his willing sex loving pet. He never did have a good chance to experiment with his full magical abilities since there was no need to do so with the demons when he was in the demon realm and up here he had not come across anyone worth using such magic on until now. After both the barrier and the calming spell was in effect Gebald started to smoke and then his body began to change. His skin began to go red, his face became more rugged, his hair turned solid black, his eyes turned red and his pupil lengthened into a black slit, horns started to grow out of his head, his fingernails whitened and grew long and sharp looking like claws, black bat like wings grew from his back and extended to the edges of the barrier and his clothes reverted from the common looking ones to his fancy looking ones. He also grew both in size and his muscles started to grow. After his transformation was complete he made sure to open his robe so that his ten pac was on full display.

"Sorry for the deception but I could not reveal who I was unti the ritual was complete, " he camly spoke and it was at that moment was the one that he wished that Elora knew the rules of her status as his servant. He then continued, "I shall now introduce myself properly, my name is Dur'Azoth and I am a demon. You might recognise the first part of my name, for it is my family name and my grandfather was a demon who almost conquered the world five thousand years ago. It was long before I was born but my father has told me the tale of Dur'Duloth many a times. I am what mortals would call a Demon Lord meaning that I am among the highest rank of demon kind, but I am one of the weakest of that rank. I am not like other demons, I simply wish to live in peace away from all of the horrible demons and thus I moved here to the mortal realm. I am a demon sorcerer but the story I told you in the woods earlier was mainly true. Just replace other country with the demon realm. Sorcerers are a rarity among demons you see. Most demons have supernatural powers and they vary from demon to demon but they all generally can only do a very limited amount of things with their powers and relay mainly on their physical strength. My power is the very force of magic itself and thus I can do practically anything, but they only wanted to use me as a weapon. So I fled into the mortal realm. Usually demons have to be summoned into this realm, and the more powerful the demon the more powerful of a summoning ritual is needed. There are always foolish mages who think that they can tame a demon but fail. That lesser demon that attacked you in these woods is probably such a demon. But I have the power to summon myself and thus I used that to escape. But now since you are my servant that other lesser demon will not go after you. I am truly sorry for tricking you into becoming my servant but a demon needs permission for non attack magic to affect a sentient being such as yourself or even some monstrous races like orcs and goblins. But that is not needed on you my servant. I was always planning on tricking you into this ritual but I thought it would be me simply offering you a drink after I had stealthily collected a sample of your blood. But because of the situation with the imp poisoning you I took the opportunity to do so now and save us both some time. I will honour my word with you though. After a month of being my assistant I will let you leave and return to your village, but this bonding ritual is permanent. But no fear I have no intention of dying anytime soon. I am keeping a low profile and will not die of old age within your lifetime. Remember that I know exactly where you are at all times and if I sense that you are somewhere you should not be I will teleport you back here. Who knows if you are a good assistant I may even help you to tap into your small pool of magic. If you misbehave though I may have to be more strict."

While Dur'Azoth was talking to Elora he was testing out one of his spells that he had never had the perfect test subject to test it on. He had cast a spell on her that would temporarily awaken her sexual drive and at the same time slowly started to let his huge cock harden. He knew that all mortal races were deep down driven by sex when they reached a certain age. Some hid from it, some only revealed it to their partners whom they, "loved", and some were really open with it. He knew that with his sexy appearance, all of the danger that they had recently faced, his hardening bulge and the spell that something would happen. But exactly what he did not know. Some sex drives were stronger and some were weaker. The effects could range from the target simply masturbating to getting so horny that they would literally jump and fuck the nearest person no matter what they would think of that normally. Of course he was hoping for the latter but even the former would be useful. The best thing about this spell was that the subject would not even realise that they were magically effected, even after the magic wore off which a lot of those type of spells would do. The person affected would truly believe that everything that happened was completely due to them and them alone and not some outside influence. He needed her to have some sort of sexual experience now, that would help to setting up future scenarios. He just needed to plant that seed of sexual thought as soon as possible so that under his influence it would grow and sprout into a fully fledged tree of sexuality. He knew that enough time had passed since he finished talking for the spell to fully take effect so he waited for the response.

 

[Lala]

Delicate fingers curled around the offered arm, quivering slightly. Her face looked a bit off in the lantern light, an unhealthy gray that seemed to be fading out her natural flush. She allowed the wizard to guide her inside, almost melting onto the couch as the shaking of her limbs rendered them nearly unusable. His hand felt cool on her burning forehead, and she brought both hands up to press it more firmly against her for relief.

In the short time he was gone, she must have drifted off. His re-emergence from the kitchen startled her. Eyes flew open and she held out her arm in a bar as though meaning to fight him off, though they both well knew the poison coursing through her system had rendered her far too weak for that. When her vision focused and she saw it was only the wizard, she collapsed back against the couch with a soft murmur.

As he said, the extraction of her blood didn’t harm her. Though her body felt so on fire right now that she doubted she would have noticed even if it did sting. Sweat beaded on her neck, slowly coursing down into the hollow between her breasts and pooling there.

The damp cloth was a balm. She pressed it to her forehead with one hand. The tops of her knuckles on the other hand dragged limply on the floor as she sprawled half on, half off the couch in a puddle of elf. Gebald retreated to the kitchen, though she gave him and whatever he was doing little notice. Colorful points of light danced in her vision, popping like bubbles and reappearing in another location. They looked so real that she even lifted her free hand, which felt like it was weighed down with sacks of coppers, and tried to grab one.

Gebald startled her again when he returned. She visibly jumped, then laughed, near delirium. “Oh, I was poisoned?” she said quietly in a slur, lips barely able to move to make the words. Did she know that already? Yes, maybe. Oh, she was poisoned? She blinked lethargically at him, then glanced at the cup. “Okay,” was all she said. He might have said it was pure asp venom at that point and she’d still happily gulp it down.

As she began to drink, Gebald’s head expanded, getting bigger and bigger like a balloon. She laughed. His head popped, then was normal again. She closed her eyes, shaking her head to clear it. Heads didn’t do that! Did they? She drank faster, vaguely aware she needed to do so to stop these wild hallucinations.

The liquid was sweet, with a smoky taste underneath it, like burned sugar. And cold. The cold felt marvelous coating her throat, cooling her from the inside of this infernal fever. She felt her head clearing little by little, though it still startled her when the room exploded into a starburst of blue light.

Her head tilted slightly. What a strange feeling. Though no bonds remained on her, it almost felt as though an invisible tether connected her to Gebald where he sat across the room. Her lips parted slightly to inquire, when he suddenly began changing. She looked down at the empty glass in her hand. She had thought the hallucinations would stop now. Perhaps it took more time to work?

As she watched from where she still sprawled on the couch, an enormous demon unmasked before her. She felt a bit more unconcerned about it than she’d expect, merely eyeing the imposing figure with a sort of restrained caution. This didn’t seem right.

“Ritual?” she asked slowly. She was no longer slurring, but her speech remained tentative. Her stomach did a little flip. A demon. A ritual. Fingers slipped limply from the cup and it clattered on the ground in the sudden silence. The connection...the feeling of being tethered. It was real.

She scrambled to a sitting position, curling herself into a defensive ball as the demon revealed his deceptions. Her brows knitted together, not only with the anger of betrayal but the fear of what lay ahead for her. Servant? Her shoulders straightened a little. She was no one’s servant. She wouldn’t be!

“Permanent,” was all she let slip out. Single words were all she felt capable of uttering. She wanted to get up, to bang her fists against the iron-hard chest of the creature looming over her, to run. Though she still felt a bit of unnatural calm within her, she was not nearly ready to roll over for this wicked being.

“Oh!” she exclaimed suddenly, shifting in place a bit as her body once again felt on fire. Though this was a different sort of fever that had blood rushing to her cheeks and...other places. She let out a slow breath and shifted again in place on the couch.

Well, this was just about the worst timing. There was a demon right in front of her, a demon who was now claiming they were bonded. And all of a sudden her nethers decided to get all twittery.

She cleared her throat and stood, straightening her skirt and making sure her halter was appropriately in place. She could feel hardened nubs perking through the fabric and hastily crossed her arms over her chest. As she faced him, she did a strange little dance in place, squirming her legs this way and that for a bit of relief. She made the mistake of looking at him, caught sight of something massive awakening between his legs, and made a strangled little sound and averted her eyes as fast as she could.

She held up her hands, clapping sharply. “Okay! So...after a month you still let me go. Perfect. You're a tit though. Now what kind of magical assisting things do we have on the plate for tonight?” she said, speaking quickly, starting to pace a little in the small cabin. Maybe she could walk it off. “Or do I get tonight off since one of your little friends gave me this horrid little cut?” She kicked up her injured leg, which was actually starting to look a lot better now.

 

[leestud]

"That was no friend of mine. Not all of us demons are friends with each other. He was a minion of the lesser demon who is a servant of one of my rivals. Luckily now that you are my servant he and his minions will not bother you anymore. Demon society can get quite complex." He replied as the cut upon Elora's leg quickly healed after he gave it a quick stare.

He could see the magic starting to work he just needed to buy a bit more time. "Tonight you will be not doing any actual assistant stuff. I guess you could call tonight an induction. More advanced magic that I wish to try requires certain ingredients. Others require a partner to help cast but those will come later," he explained.

Dur'Azoth made sure during this time to do things like flex his muscles, made his voice sound sexy and flexed his bulge. Luckily the spell would also make her think these gestures were him acting normally and not trying to stoke her lust. He knew it was only a matter of time before she could not resist her uges.

 

[Lala]

Elora started to count backward from one hundred, slowly. That helped a little, but she still had an almost unquenchable urge to go rub on something. And she wasn't about to run up to the enormous demon in front of her to do so. Not if she wanted to be able to walk tomorrow.

"Uh huh...complex society," she squeaked out, making her way back to the couch she had just vacated. She casually leaned against it from behind, trying to make it look like she wasn't essentially mashing her throbbing bits into the wooden edging. "How am I supposed to believe you? You lied about...well, pretty much everything to trick me into being your...assistant," she said, emphasizing this small detail. Servant. Pfft.

Her brow raised slightly as Dur'Azoth started to flex and posture in front of her. That was not helping. Far be it for her to actually find one of these wicked creatures attractive, but right now she wasn't very picky. Her breathing kicked up again a little bit, and her face felt like she had stayed out in the sun too long. She gathered her thick mane in a fist and held it off her neck to help cool this new fever racing through her. She wasn't a complete idiot - this demon was using magic on her.

She set her jaw stubbornly. "All right. If I'm not needed for any actual assisting tonight, do I have a bedroom? I'm tired. Very, very tired. I need to, uh, lie down for a bit and recover from this very trying series of events today," she said hoarsely, letting out a slow breath. This was starting to get unmanageable. "And I'm allergic to goose-feather pillows, so I hope you have an alternative. Oh, and wool blankets make me itchy. If you're a demon lord, I bet you can get those really slick and shiny ones like the king has at his palace. Not that I've seen them. Heard about them at the market. So, if I could get a fancy blanket that would be fantastic. It's the least you can do for tricking me into being an assistant." She was rambling a bit now, but the demon might also be starting to realize that he may have gotten more than he bargained for with this elf.

 

[leestud]

Dur'Azoth looked at Elora and he smiled warmly at her but was inwardly grinning. He looked back at Elora and said, " Well I was hoping that you could have slept in my guest room of my actual home tonight while I got your room ready, but that bed is unusable for you. So I guess I will have to teleport you to your new room and get it ready for you as you wait. You may feel a bit light-headed when you teleport for the first time but you will get used to it in no time. I will be teleporting you a lot over the next month."

Demon teleportation had an effect that for around an hour after a non demon teleported they would feel an effect similar to being drunk. Mainly the loss of inhibitions and more self-confidence along with a bit of a light head. Perfect for his plans of having Elora self initiate some sort of sexual act.

He then lifted up his hand and a light red glow surrounded both him and Elora. Then there was total and complete blackness. The next moment they both found themselves in a large empty room around the size of a royal guest room with no doors or windows and a single ball of light on the ceiling illuminating the room. The floor, walls and ceiling was completely black. Although one could tell they were touching it when touches, it did not actually feel like anything. It was bank slate that had the potential to become any material.

Dur'Azoth looked at Elora and asked, "You gave me a bit of info for the bed, now how would you like your room to be? Please describe everything you would like and I will transform this room including furniture into what you wish. I can also make some simple fake views in windows if you like. Also you may place the door anywhere it will take you to the same place regardless." This was perfect to buy time. It would take enough time transforming the room into what she wished that something was bound to happen. Plus the spell would prevent her from sleeping until it took its course.

 

[Lala]

Her head canted almost owlishly at the strange word. "Tel...eport?" She had heard stories of demons being able to transport between the planes, but knew nothing about how they did it. Elder Xavion in her village said that they could split the earth and rise right out of the Abyss at will, so perhaps this was what he meant. She took a step back, eyes darting around a bit in anticipation of what he might do to her or the world around them.

She steeled herself as redness seeped into the fabric around them, wanting to look much braver than she felt, wanting to look much less like she was struggling with keeping her skirt on. Her lips parted, breath stolen in a soft exhale of surprise as the world went dark. Again, her vision was unable to cut through the blackness, and her hands cast out before her to seek something, anything, to hold onto and orient herself. As soon as it had started, it was over. The world blinked back in, though she was standing in an entirely different place than before.

The utter strangeness and jarring transition was just the cure she needed for the time. That pesky little rush of blood to her nethers changed course and surged back to her head as she fought to understand the mechanics by which she'd ended up here. She padded around the blank room, reaching out a hand to touch one of the walls and pulling back as though it were on fire. Her head felt a bit fuzzy, and she swayed a bit as she walked, feeling again as though she'd been drugged. Perhaps it was to be expected after this strange transportation to another place.

"Where have you brought me?" she asked slowly. Oh, wait. No. The brief respite from her struggle with arousal ended and she squirmed in place once more, as it seemed the spell was still active. Her eyes narrowed to golden slits. If this demon was going to be messing with her like this, she did not intend to make anything easy for him. "Anything I want?" A slender fingertip tapped against her rosebud lips in thought.

Though not destitute by any means, she'd always lived a fairly modest life. Most wood elves did, preferring the natural comforts of their trees and the bounty offered by the forests to fill their homes. But that's not what she'd make him create here. She was going to see the extent of his powers, and make it worth her while to be stuck here.

A few fluid strides brought her across the room. She pointed to the open space against the wall. "I want a huge, fluffy bed here. One of those four-post ones with pretty curtains and tons of silky pillows and sheets. And I want a window overlooking my village, the side that faces the waterfalls." She crossed the room again. "Oh, and some pretty little chaises here for lounging. A table with all kinds of treats - fancy ones from other lands like they get in the palace."

For the better part of an hour, she stomped around the room, pointing and demanding. Every once in a while, she had to stop to regroup, but over time the lightheadedness of the transportation diminished. She was just left with that deep, tingling urge that she was going to have to satisfy soon. She started to ask for ridiculous things, like a solid gold mirror encrusted with ridiculous amounts of jewels and a personal imp who would brush her hair and keep her company in the off-hours. Hopefully, Dur'Azoth would be regretting tricking her into this arrangement now. If she could just push him enough, he'd let her go. And then she could run back home and buy one of Madame Luridel's famous polished stone pleasure sticks from the goblin market nearby to deal with this unmanageable ache.

 

[leestud]

Dur'Azoth quickly figured out what she was doing. She was trying to make him want to get rid of her and to test the extent of his powers. Well she was going to regret that. Firstly she was so beautiful, sexy and an elf so nothing short of his own survival would make him get rid of her. Secondly he just loved this sort of scheming, he just loved girls who were smart and cunning. This was only serving to make him even harder. Lastly was the method which he would be using to do this. Simple magic he could do while clothed, but complex magic like this he would have to do naked. Luckily his enchanted clothes even when they retracted into his body would offer him protection and enhancements but still let him be naked which he needed to be for both sex or complex magic casting. Just how long could she resist doing something sexual while he was completely naked. The magic would take quite a while to complete. And his earlier spell's effect would start to get stronger. Every ninety minutes without release and the effect would amplify. It was getting close to the first amplification. Even just masturbation in front of him would be enough to start her down the path to becoming exactly what he wanted. But he thought that he would lay on some charm to hopefully get those sexual urges to be associated with him.



He looked at Elora warmly and replied with a hint of playfulness in his voice, "Hmm are you sure that you are a Fletcher's daughter or did I manage to get an elven princess to be my assistant? You are certainly beautiful and elegant enough and your taste in rooms is magnificiently excuisite. And of course being a princess you would not do without a servant but requesting an imp is an interesting choice. Thier lewdness is only beaten by the succubi and incubi. It is amazing how many mages summon imps just for that purpose. Plus they do not drain your life force which is always a plus. I will happily comply with your request, I will set up the room now and then set up the ritual for you to summon your own personal imp later that can brush your hair and keep you 'company' in your off hours. I could give you one of my imps but that would not be your own personal imp now would it. Just in case you do not know magic can not create food with taste or smell. I can certainly acquire the treats in the mourning but I will create the treats using magic anyways. To help with the aesthetic that you are going for. Also I will have to remove my clothes to perform this magic. Creation from nothing is powerful magic already, but all that you ask requires me to fully concentrate which I can not do while clothed. It will also take a while so please be patient."



Dur'Azoth then willed his clothes to meld into him leaving him completely naked revealing all of his muscles in their entirety as well as showing off his rock hard cock in all of its glory. He sat down crossing his legs and fully extended his wings making sure that his dick is pointed straight up to the ceiling. He makes a point to close his eyes and appears to be in a trance. He is actually watching everything play out in his mind's eyes. A bright red glow then surrounds him and then slowly spreads to the surrounding room enveloping everything but Elora. Then the room slowly starts to change. After around 10 minutes of this the floors, walls and ceiling have changed into exactly what Elora had described them to be. But the whole process would take a few hours at least. He could even slow down if he needed to stall but hopefully by then something would have happened. Especially with it seeming that he is completely out of it. He would make sure not to react to anything that Elora did to make it appear that he was truly out of it.

 

[Lala]

Elora shook her head. “No, not a princess. I am what I said. It’s just if I’m supposed to be stuck here all month, I expect to be cozy.” Her lips twisted in thought a moment. “Oh. I thought an imp would just be handy. They’re that lewd? Hmm...what would you suggest then?”

She frowned a little, deflated that magic couldn’t make actual treats. The captain had once let her try a magnificent sweet from the east when she brought him a pie, and it was so rich and flavorful that she could still remember the exact taste. “I’ve seen wizards do spells without taking their clothes off,” she said suspiciously.

When he did disrobe, she made a soft little sound of surprise and averted her eyes from the tree trunk extending from his hips. Her cheeks glowed so bright a scarlet they almost matched his hue. He wasn’t a hideous creature like she’d been told most demons were, and the chiseled curves of his muscles would not look out of place carved into a statue, but he was still a demon.

She patiently waited for him to get to work, breath hitching a little bit as her urges ramped up. All she needed was for him to get to the part where he made her a bed and then she could hide under the covers and take care of this. He looked entranced by what he was doing, and she was amazed as little by little the room filled with exactly what she had requested. By the time that four-post bed appeared in all its glory, she was about ready to scream. She dove underneath the covers since he still seemed to be involved with making her requests materialize and started to inch up her skirt.

 

[leestud]

Dur'Azoth watched through his minds eye as Elora was getting more turned on. He enjoyed her reaction to him, she obviously liked what she saw. He knew that she was resisting the urge to masturbate or even do other stuff but she could not hold out forever. But he knew that she had some sort of plan, but that did not matter, he had full control of every object in this room and at any time could manipulate any part of it. Plus Elora made a mistake, she was no where near specific enough in her descriptions. There was all sorts of things he could do but first he needed to know what exactly she was going to use in order to try and get off out of his view.


So when she dived underneath the covers of the four poster bed, he knew exactly what he could do. Elora did not specify that the covers would be visible at all times. It was a simple change. He simply changed the covers so that they turn invisible whenever they touched a person (any sentient being like an elf, demon, goblin etc). But that was not all. He made sure to make the covers smell like him. He knew that at some point during all this she must have smelt his scent. Of course he kept himself clean but he still had a distinctive scent that would smell good to females. Usually they would have to be pretty close to smell him but he knew elves had a pretty good sense of smell. Good enough that she would have smelled him earlier when he transformed even if she did not actively realise it. How would having it cover her make her react? He could not wait to see with his eyes mind.


His body still looked like he was in a trance and even though the room technically had a door now it was not yet connected to the rest of his home and he would make sure to do that after she finally gave in to temptation. He still had plenty to do including the window and view to her elven village which would most certainly take a while longer. In the instant that Dur'Azoth willed the change the covers covering Elora turned completely invisible and smelled like Dur'Azoth. They were still there and would still provide warmth and was still just as comfortable as before but they would be unable to hide anybody anymore. He was enjoying this battle of wits they were having, but he was the one who would triumph.