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An Accidental Summons ((krieg and Vivid))

He felt her tense but kept the movements to try and relax her. He sat down gently pulling her into his lap so that he could hold her. "I do have a job to do. Without me the imps would be doing as they pleased. Someone has to keep them in check." He let out a slight chuckle, "What do you think keeps them away from you?" He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her gently holding her to him, "I am sorry you woke alone."
 
She laid against him, taking in the warmth that his body provided. This felt like some warped version of the perfect wife and husband from the fifties. There she had been making dinner and doing house work while he was out working. Vivian could not help but nearly laugh as she imagined her in nothing but a pair of heels and him in a suit. That would have been utterly ridiculous. He was a demon. All he knew was force and taking whatever he pleased. Love and true affection did not exist in this realm.

This was all just an act. It had to be.

"How is this realm like?" she asked in a sigh. "I am too frightened to leave this home. I am sure the imps would have me but I want to know is this place really as terrible as it looks like it is?"
 
He let out a small demented laugh at her question. "Well for you, it would petrify you some of the things that happen. For me its natural." He smiled as he rubbed her leg slowly. "However you are safe here, the Imps know better than to enter my home. If they so much as attempt to they are executed without a second thought." He knew she would be to scared to check it out anyways so it did not matter but all she would find if she left would be the 'wild land' inhabited by other demons and imps.
 
Vivian was afraid of that. Her brow knit and she pulled her leg towards her more. His touch did not turn her on yet. That would come in time, she supposed, after she spent years and years within this home. Isolated from anything; even books. There was going to be a time she would run up to him eagerly, like the family pet, and beg for his attention. What a life! She visibly scowled but hid her face in his chest.

"So I am going to be stuck to your home until my sentence here is up?" she asked in a watery voice.
 
He was sad when she pulled her leg away. He knew in time he would be her would. She would live out here for the rest of her days. Of course he had no intentions of telling her that. Once she became accustomed to him it would be her heaven. He smiled as he pulled her back to him gently, "Just relax." when she asked about her stay he smiled.

"You are more than welcome to step foot outside all you want. However if you do I can guarantee the imps will be on you within minutes. So staying here would be the safest decision you could make." He smiled devilishly.
 
Vivian felt miserable. She hoped that he would become bored of her body soon. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes again but she kept them back by biting her bottom lip. As he pulled her to him she did nothing. The witch decided to let him have her any time he wanted. The faster he got sick of her, the better.

"Isn't there a way I could take short walks, at least? I'll get fat cooped up."
 
He smiled lightly as he leaned down gently kissing her shoulder up to her neck gently nipping it. His hand reached around pulling her stomach against him. His other hand gently took hers almost compassionately but with an air of dominance over her. She was not adapting yet but he knew it would take time.

"Oh don't worry you will get enough exercise with me." He let out a soft chuckle, "However that is a privilege you will have to earn with time and by showing your devotion to me."
 
Vivian curled her lip up him. He pulled her closer and made her look at him. For a moment she thought that he was going to force a kiss on her lips. Luckily he didn't. That was not something that she could handle. Not right then. Her little ploy did not work as she hoped; he just dismissed it with an innuendo. The blond shook her head. Did he not see her pain or did he simply not care?

"How long do you plan to keep me?" she asked with desperation. "How long will I have to serve you until I can be set free? This life is not for me. I hate being cooped up. I am not some chicken! At least give me some sort of hope."

A strange smell filled her nose.

"Shit! I think the food is burning."
 
He pushed her onto her feet and snapped his fingers to repair the food, "get your food before its too late." HE skipped her other question for now finding a phrase to give her false hope in his mind. "Your freedom will be granted when I feel you earn it." He stood and walked out of the room thinking slowly, "And the longer you keep that irritating attitude the longer you will stay." He was a little annoyed now. He had not thought she would be this much of a hassel, but he was not going to give up so easily on a luscious girl like her.
 
Vivian rushed to the food. Where there oven mitts? She didn't remember seeing any when she scrounged around the kitchen before. He only had to snap his fingers to get whatever he wanted. If there was something in the oven he would not need something to protect his hands. A lump rose in her throat and she got a towel instead. It might have singed and blackened in some areas but, at least, it was going to keep her palms safe from being fried. So she pulled out the meat, stunned that it actually smelled nice. She hadn't put anything on it.

The witch normally did not eat meat but it seemed to be the prevalent food in his house. What she liked were fruits, yogurts, vegetables, multigrains, and sweets. This sort of diet was going to be interesting to say the least. So she took the time to cut the thing up, nearly butchering the lump of whatever the hell it was.

"Would you like some?" she asked in a snap of a voice. The answer that he had given her was unsatisfactory. Whenever he deemed fit was not a solid reply. It was whenever he bored with her and that did not sit well with the blonde bombshell at all. Even if he allowed her some liberties outside of this prison-like house then she would have been happy. But no. It was here, confined as a pet. Horrible, terrible demon.
 
He had not even thought about her need of oven mitts, after all he himself could not burn. However it amused him at her shock when the food came out perfectly. "Well smells like you did a fine job." He chuckled lightly as he nodded his head, "Well I certainly am not letting it go to waste. He mused as he sat waiting for her to bring his food to him. His next demeaning act had already formed in the back of his mind as he but some plates next to her for her to use. he admired her as he watched her do the work that she would be spending eternity doing for him.

He rose and took his plate and hers as well and returned to his seat setting his on the table in front of him. He sat hers on the floor next to him with no silverware. He took his own silverware and set it next to his plate. He waited to see just how she would react to where her plate had been placed, directly beneath the table between his feet.
 
Vivian was horrified as she watched him place her food on the floor. He wanted her to eat between his legs like some pet? She was not a dog! She was a human, damn it, and was going to be treated like one. She crossed her arms over her chest. Her stomach grumbled at her but she simply stared at him, managing not to blink.

"I never agreed to being treated like that," she replied with a snarl. "I want to be treated decently here. If I am to be confined to such a place I actually want a shred of respect from you."

The witch turned her nose in the air. If this required her to be starved half to death than so be it. See how much he liked fucking a corpse. Her stomach growled louder but she ignored it once more.
 
He was sick of her attitude, he had tried the decent rout and all he got was mouth. Now he was going to try his way, the much more brutal and forward way. He stood grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to bend over the table. "You agreed to be treated however I see fit. If I see fit you treated like a dog that so be it." he lifted his hand letting it come down on her ass hard a number of times. "You are my slave and until you learn your place will will be treated worse than a dog." He continued smacking her until he could feel the heat radiating through her ass to his hand.

when he finished he pushed her to her knees and resumed his place in his chair taking some of her food so that she barely had scraps. "Now you will learn your place sooner or later. Now eat." he pushed her down until her face was nearly in her food.
 
He wretched her by the hair, causing a pain-filled scream to fill the room. What was he doing now! With clawed hands she scratched at the fingers locked around her beautiful golden curls. It did nothing to deter him and her face was brought none to gently down on the hard surface. Tears streaked down her face and she was terrified of what he may do.

Another scream came from her. His hand came down against the sensitive skin of her ass, causing to jump and squirm. Pain flashed in her line of sight as he spanked her over and over again. Though she did not hear his words past her yelping, his message was loud and clear: no speaking. She covered her reddening cheeks with her hands but it hurt her hands more, so she quickly pulled them away.

Finally he stopped and she was forced to the ground, her face in her remaining food. He had taken most of it for himself and strips of fat were left with scant pieces of gristle attached. Still crying she began to eat as well as she could, as fast as she could. Her abused cheeks shone bright red and felt hot.
 
Her yelps send chills down his spine, he did enjoy disciplining her. Of course what else would be expected of a demon. Now however the game would change entirely. He would make her stay here the most unpleasant existence he could until she broke. All luxuries of her normal life would be removed and she would suffer for not learning her place in his domain faster. He smiled to himself as he ate the food he had taken from her as well as his own serving. He watched her occasionally eating her strips of food he left.

When he finished he moved his chair back and looked down at her. "Clean up the mess now." He ordered not even giving her time to finish what little scraps she had. Not that cleaning was really required here, it was simply another menial task to show her her place.
 
Still crying she picked up the plates and began to walk over to where a sink might be at. Vivian was not expecting to being treated so roughly by this demon. What happened to the sweet and caring side of him? It was a drastic change and happened almost instantly. Each step she took was followed by a limping action; her backside still was a bright and painful red.

"W-where is the dishsoap?" she asked. Her voice was fearful. What if asking something like that displeased him and she would get hurt again? "I need soap to wash the dishes."
 
He almost smiled seeing her cower in fear. She was surely frightened. However he could not blame her, after all he went from semi-caring to violent almost instantly. Then again it is in the nature of a demon to be this way. he snapped his fingers to give her a large sink and everything else she would need. he watched her carefully, not actually looking for anything more to just send a chill of the watchful eye down her spine. He stood and came over leaning on the counter looking as if he was inspecting the dishes as she did them.

"Make sure you do it right the first time, I don't like being that mean to you." He let out a crooked grin before continuing to watch her.
 
Vivian screwed up her bottom lip as he leaned over her to inspect how she was doing. Every single part of her was yearning to hurt him; scream at him to back off. After what he just did, she wanted very little to do with him. If she was not terrified of recourse she would have stomped out of there, faced the imps (which now she was less frightened because of him), and forced her way around the land looking for where he hid her magic.

Her cheeks burnt as she scrubbed at the dishes. Anger was in her actions. If she could not take it out on his, she would take it out on his plates. They wouldn't become hurt if she put all of her might into scrubbing, just become more clean.

"I am doing them just fine," she snapped. "Could you, please give me some room? I don't like being this close."
 
When she snapped at his his face twisted slightly. He reached up grabbing a handful of her hair and forcing it back so that she was looking at the roof. "Watch your tone with me unless you would like a more severe repeat of your last punishment." He landed one firm swat to her rear as a reminder of what he could do. He released her hair and walked out of the cave, but before leaving he set about twenty imps outside the entrance of the cave. If she attempted anything they would all be on her in moments. This time He would not be there to stop them.
 
Vivian winced. His hand wrapped around her curls and gave her hair a firm yank. Violet eyes watered as her neck strained and a ribbon of tears fell silently down her cheeks. This was humiliating. He was treating her worse than a pet and never before had she felt so disheartened. A sharp yelp sounded in her throat as his hand landed on her sore and aching backside. The sting was worse than before and she squirmed. Even after he let her go, she bent over the counter and whimpered like an injured puppy.

Her eyes narrowed on him as he left. Of course. After he was finished beating her he was just going to leave! That would certainly be the best route. How she hated him! This was the first time she even thought she could hate someone. Dragging herself off of the counter she finished the dishes and then headed to bed.

Sleeping would be something to do. Beneath the covers she cried herself to sleep.
 
He was gone for about an hour an a half when he returned. He had gone to torment a few of his lackys. He had to relieve some stress before he returned or it would be quite possible he would kill the young witch. However he would force himself not to. No matter how much she raised attitude with him he would always get what he wanted in the end. Perhaps even soon she would just accept it as normal. However as quick as the thought came to his head he realized it would be a long time before that would happen.

He saw the young girl asleep and decided it was time for a little fun. He slipped close to her as he could without touching the bed and waking her. he gently spread her legs and let his long tongue slip out to tease at her clit and slide around inside her.
 
Vivian stirred as he opened her legs. Her mind was in a heavy and dense fog; she could not recognize what was happening. All she knew was that her thighs were being pulled apart and that she was unable to tell whether or not it was she who was controlling the movements. It was not until she felt the friction against her sensitive skin that she fully awakened.

Her back arched and she let out a loud gasp of shock. What was he playing at? Her body was already responding to the attention; a thick wetness followed his tongue and trailed from it as he pulled away.

"Uhh... don't..." she murmured as she attempted to squirm away from the pleasure. It was just so intense! More so because she had just been sleeping.
 
He held her thighs firmly so that she could not squirm away from him. Her sleep would make it all the easier to bend her to his will. He ignored her pleas as her wetness already forming gave more motivation to work faster. He let his hand move up to taunt at her breast flicking her nipple as he let his long tongue dive deeper into her. He was going to make her beg for his pleasure i time even if he had to work all night. He would break her now.

He paused momentarily to look up and see her arching before attacking her once more with his tongue. he parted her thighs more so that he had more room to work as he increased his pace again.
 
Vivian squirmed and attempted to roll away. Waves of pleasure crawled up her spine and made her wake up faster than what she had ever woken up before. Her eyes were wide. What a way to be forced awake! It felt good! His tongue was sinfully working inside of her and his hand was causing her nipples to harden. More of her juices flowed over his tongue. This was so wonderful but it wasn't something that she wanted! He had just got done bruising her ass and now he basically demanding sex from her. When would this all end? She was much more than some demon's slut!

"Hey!" she exclaimed. Her body writhed from the pleasure. "Please, I said stop! I..." her cries turned into a long and loud moan. Slowly she was bending to the pleasure. Slowly she was conforming to his want through her own lusts.
 
Once more he ignored her cries, each time she squirmed he only tightened his grip on her holding her more firmly. His hand lifted slightly letting one claw slowly trace circles around her nipple as he pulled his tongue out circling it around her clit tugging and shaking it before once more diving into her. If he could not drive to his will with force, he would do so with lust. After all lust is the most powerful weapon.

As his tongue reached its deepest point he pinched her nipple roughly tugging on it before gropping her breast in a slow motion.
 
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