The Punishment of A Demon General

Once her words fell on my faintly pointed ears, I suddenly found my entire body pinned to the ground... Not by the heroine, but by a great weight, spreading my breasts and flattening my hardened cock to my leg with discomfort as my entire body felt like gravity had been increased a hundredfold on it.

Unable to do anything but strain to watch her from the corner of my eye as she approached, I groaned. Unfortunately, almost all of my spells rely on speaking and mental magic, the former I'm unable to do with my tongue nearly choking me at the back of my throat with the increased weight, and the latter does not seem to be effective.

I would know, I tried! Seriously, I'm panicking here, what's she going to d-. I let out a low groan as she effortlessly grabs my member, I can still intensely feel the weight but she's operating it with a gentle grip like it's nothing.

Mustering all the strength I can, I lift my neck, trying to speak with my tongue barely listening to me, only causing guttural groans, only able to helplessly squirm as she touches me.

Brushing back her blonde hair, giving me an intense gaze as I strain, she leans down once my cock has been firmly stood up, planting a gentle kiss onto the tip, causing a shock to run through my body.

Fuck, she's crushing me with her magic, yet she treats my dick so gently. Mind and body numb with effort trying to find a way out of the situation leaves me fully open to her attacks, not that I could do anything in the first place.

My hips grind faintly, muscles tensing and relaxing as her thumb runs up and down my shaft in long teasing strokes, drawing gurgles of pleasure past my tongue... Gurgles, even if this was shameful, not even being able to moan properly in this situation is driving me nuts!

Like she had read my mind, I felt the weight on my head lift, gasping slightly in shock, my eyes now fully able to watch the scene unfolding before me. Upon opening my mouth to cast a spell, she gave me an icy look that shocked me to my core, especially given my near helpless predicament.

"I can get the gag, you know... But I want to hear your moans clearly this time... Don't upset me, darling."

I hesitated with this information, I don't have to please her, but even my spoken spells are unlikely to be a one and done to get her off me, if I don't cast two or more spells in rapid succession, all I'll be able to do is get gagged or be stuck in that gurgling hell again...

Shame, or freedom... I can get my freedom back another day, my pride on the other han-. My thoughts immediately got interrupted by her mouth cupping the head of my member. My dick... It's not 'massive', but it is quite sizeable, perfect for bitch breaking, around 10 inches or so, I-..

Another interruption of my desperate attempt to inflate my ego by her as she suddenly sucks deeply, drawing an unintentional pleased sigh from my lips. Fuck, why is she so good at that? My hips continue to jolt faintly under the pressure of intense gravity as her hand glides up and down, her teasing growing into earnest jerks while she sucks on the tip, occasionally popping off her vacuum with a satisfying 'pop' noise.

"You are mine now, understand? I will make this pathetic dick of yours cry, and you, my beautiful darling... Will give me everything." I knew her predatory gaze wasn't for show, words that would have once come out of my mouth smoothly flowed from hers. I feel incredibly annoyed at how I'm just forced here to take it, but as I said... Freedom later.

Of course, I won't just let her do whatever she wants, despite being trapped here. I'll break her pride when she fails to make me cum, and perhaps... Perhaps, I'll let her off with only a light four hour dick-ing a-

Another moan pierces my lips. You might be wondering why I'm so vocal, but all my slaves love it, okay? It's not just because I'm a little weak to-

"Mphh...!" I stifle another moan, her efforts growing more earnest, the build up extraordinarily slow, but she does it with expert precision. One would almost believe she the Demon General of Lust, and not I. But there's-

I gasp as a deep coolness suddenly firmly hits my cock, propelled much the same by gravity as my own body, broken from my self-distracting reverie, I watch as she finally begins lubing up my cock, not with her saliva, but with a vial of lubricant.

If she was an expert at doing it dry, she was a master at doing it wet... The volume of my moan peaking as I let it out, unable to suppress it, her hands caressing me in all the right ways, wringing me out from tip to tail, her lips constantly vacuuming my tip, never further.

Her tongue finally joins into the mastery, sending my thoughts scrambling, trying to find their pitch as I'm tossed around in pleasure by such a girl. Reorienting myself, I hastily blame it on the fact I just had to spend the better part of a couple hours staring at the cute butts of guards, and it's okay to cum once, just not twice... Right, my pride wouldn't be damaged just by cumming once!

Barely able to keep to my thoughts, she rolls her tongue with a passion under and over my tip, alternating, my thighs and hips quivering and tensing as she goes hard. What ever happened to foreplay?! It's her fault I...

My thoughts are once again cast to the wind by a shudder, the aggression in her eyes matched by the ferocity of her jerking. Fuck, I hate how attractive she is, why did she have to be my type?!

Blaming it on anything but myself is all I can do as my moans continue to pick up in pace, frantically trying to hump into her motions, to no avail under the extreme weight.

Helpless. I can't even pleasure myself during this, completely trapped. Only able to watch and moan as the tension and heat within me begins to build to unbearable levels, barely able to watch anymore as I throw my head back in wanton lust.

"S-stop, I..." I try to order her faintly, which only brings the tension even higher as she begins pressuring deep into the opening at the tip, my heart thudding in my chest, carrying into my ears. Fuck, how did I get here?

My toes faintly curl as my mind begins to go white, my body trying to desperately fuck my oncoming load into her throat with a scream of bliss, finally, the intense orgasm washes over me, my entire body shuddering in bliss.

Popping off her mouth, the self proclaimed heroine, acting sadist, showered me up to my breasts with my own cum, the gravity not affecting it as I release wave after wave, an abnormal amount for an abnormal being, pasting my body in creamy white.

I can already feel shame rising to the top, but not surpassing my pleasure as she continues to jerk me off, milking every last ounce of me onto myself, leaving my hips numb with electrifying ecstasy.

"This is a good look for you, darling." She states, still not letting me catch my breath, trying to push my shame to its limits while my body tries futilely to escape the jerking of my oversensitive flesh.

She doesn't stop, my load already running it's course, the pleasure mixing with pain as she continues to toy with me without fail. Weak gasps and moans are all that's able to escape from my lips.

"Come on, surely you can keep going? What happened to my darling Demon General of Lust? Let me hear more of your cute voice." Her goading continues as the torture doesn't abate, my mind growing slightly hazy with her constant work.

Finally, it becomes unbearable, I do my best, letting out a keening and desperate, "Pleaaaase...!" My face is flushed a deep blue, I'm sure. I can't even begin to express how ashamed I feel, but she just won't stop.

But it seems the demon god was on my side, for she finally released me, leaving me a quivering mess as my head sinks to the floor limply in relief.

Her finger faintly reaches forward and I can see her take a taste of my cum while I lay there in a daze, my very soul wishing it could extinguish itself from the sheer embarassment. I'm the Demon General of Lust and I have to resort to begging the hero for relief...

"Good girl, you've made a wonderful piece of art, you know?" She leans forward and pets me with slow strokes, far more gentle than the previous torture she was putting me through. What with the shame and exhaustion coursing through me, I can only lean my cheek into her hand, relishing in the small comfort.

She doesn't release me, even after I've come down from my intense orgasm, I can only stare in horror with my mind coming back to me, covered in my own spunk like a needy dog in heat. It takes all my wisdom to not try and bash my skull on the floor right there and then.

I know it wouldn't kill me, but I really want to do it. Amorphous, even if I create things that would be weak points on normal humans, all I have to do is go "nope".

Though you might be wondering, "why didn't you just remove your genitals or something then." Despite being amorphous, it takes a lot more effort than that, it's almost ritualistic, and requires a prayer to the Demon God to boot to shed the corporeal form we have placed ourselves in to haunt the humans in their every step.

I can only linger in my own thoughts as she admires me like a museum exhibit. Fuck... Did I really just do that? I know I'm probably sounding like a broken record now, but... ugh.

"But darling, I think you would look better covered in even more." She says with a coquettish tone, a soft smile belying the devil that lies beyond it as my eyes widen in horror. Is she going to do that again?

"Fufu, I like that look on your face... The great Lust, purveyor of all carnal human sin... Afraid of a little cummy on her tummy?" Her tone takes a sharp demeaning aspect, like she's trying to emotionally whip the resistance out of me.

"Fuck... you." I manage to get out through intense frustration and burning anger. I will not let her take me with something so simple, I will show her the true meaning of willpower. She'll never get her dirty witch claws on me.

+Hahahahahahahahahaha.+

"Oh... But darling... I know your secret, and I'm not letting you take advantage of it." She chirps with a happy smile.

I stare confused for a moment, processing the question with a furrowed brow before realizing what she meant. Not just embarrassment, but dread pierced through my heart.

I really hate this girl.

+Love you too, honey~.+

(You were scolding me for interrupting, but...)

+Hey, it's the end of our first smut scene, I can take a little bit to celebrate. 20 spanks.+

(I... alright.)