Here she was on her hands and knees . . . Like she should be . . . Her body not ready for him, not how he needed her body to be. He needed her wetter, wilder. He needed her to completly lose control. Needed her to give herself over to him completely.
Her backside was smooth and looked beautiful, the small tattoo of the five pointed star sat just under her neck right against her spine. It made his cock pulsate with the need to run his tongue over the lovely dark magic symbol. Bending over her soft willing form, the demon lifted Angara’s leg, revealing her steaming pussy. It called out to him, and he was all too willing to reply. “Your master is hungry. Do you want to feed me slave? . . . Hmm? I don’t understand when you don’t speak up . . . Say it, say it out loud.”
As if an arrow were shooting from her mouth, Angara bellowed out. “Yes I want to feed you.”
Giving a soft smile to himself the demon blew cool air on her little pussy, making her body tighten as little sensations came from her cunt. “And what will you feed me, baby.” Slowly licking his lips, his hunger growing stronger.
“Pussy, I want to feed you my pussy.”
Her pussy flexed as she tried to move it closer to his face, but he held back prolonging her suffering, enjoying it.
But not even he could hold himself back from her wet ecstasy, as the sweet smell of her desire moved over him. With a slow ease to him, the demon ran his tongue from her clit to the tip of her ass, she tasted of dark magic and lust, his favorite.
Angara let out a low sigh of pleasure as she felt the wet tongue slide into her pussy, this time making wave after wave of shivering pleasure hit her whole body as he fucked her slowly with his pink tongue. Faster and faster he went, his lips sucking hard on her sensitive clit, making her jump with surprise, as he added a finger with his tongue. Using his thumb to roll her clit, the demon pumped her tight little pussy hole harder, adding one more finger as her hungry heat became wild. Her head flew back in overfilling enchantment as she became pure pleasure in his strong arms, a being without thought.
“Are you ready for your master slave?”
Her hands were shaky, and her mouth opened to answer yet nothing came out.

He loved and despised it.
“Answer your master.”
As if gasping for air, Angara cried. “Yes, yes master fuck me, do me now!” He quickly moved to her opening, then pushing his hard cock into her soft welcoming pussy. Her head fell to the cold ground as she felt the bigger than normal cock enter her from behind. A Soft cry escaped her as he pushed deeper. Her inner walls, closing in around him and making her moan and bite her bottom lip.
He wasn’t completely in her, but she already felt full, not knowing if she could take any more. Angara started to move away from him, her pleasurable moans slowly becoming more painful. Not ready to let her go, the demon grabbed her by the hair and forced her back to his chest as he sat up, his cock going deeper. She gave another cry, tears burning her eyes.
“Ah how tight and small you are.” His laugh was a demonic chill of ice that poured over her as he spoke. “I’m going to enjoy opening this pussy up.”
Again he pushed deeper until there was nothing but his balls that laid outside her body. She whimpered from the pain of his monstrous cock, screeching and pulling her apart. Gasps of air left her as he drew out and then heaved back in. It was a lovely sound to his ears, her painful pleasure echoing around them, moving them into their own dominion.
“You like that it hurts you. You like that your master gets pleasure from it . . . Oh . . . My little slutty slave.”
Clawing and moaning at the ground, Angara moved into his every thrust, her body rising higher with waves of pleasure he sent into her body with each blow he gave. His hand gripped the back of her head, tightly pulling her up higher so that they were upright on their knees his hand across her chest gripping her nipples. Angara moaned at the new angle, making him go even deeper into her cunt. The demon’s tail slid in front of her and vibrated on her clit.
Angara had never felt so much pleasure in her life. Never had a man surrounded her like he did. He was everywhere: hand painfully in her hair, his other hand feeling on her breast pleasantly. He was too many places to name, her body a overloading mask of pleasure.
Angara came with a silent scream letting the pleasure shatter her body and reform her mind, into nothing more then a moment of utter dark lust. Her hands digging into his arms as her life’s energy left her body and entered his. Instantly she became sleepy, her eyes beginning to close. She was dying and she knew it. She always knew but that did not stop the satisfaction from covering her face as her soul slowly walked from her body.
“Oh no, no, no you’re not going anywhere. You are now my slave.” Reaching out with cold fingers, the demon took hold of her soul and he put it back into her body. Angara screamed, her body in excruciating pain. She could feel but she could not see or hear. It was even hard to think. Why was this happening? How was this happening?
Then just when she thought she would go mad from the pain, the taste of blood filled her mouth, stopping the pain and making it easier to think, see, and hear. The demon was standing over her now, her chains gone. The smile that played on his face sent shivers up her spine, as his cock sat up in front of her face.
“Tell me how do dark witches get more power.” His unworldly power showed through his voice now. Undoing her mind and soul.
Without even thinking twice about disobeying him, Angara answered: “By taking it from a demon in a circle of salt.”
“And how many have you taken.”
Tears filled her eyes as she answered, “four.”
That smile on his face somehow grew darker, his cock pushing its way into her mouth and making her take his thrust as his hand moved in her hair. His nails dug into her scalp making her look up into his glowing red eyes. “Yes and you took my power and I have taken it back . . . I have made you my soul slave."

A soul slave cannot leave its body to pass to the afterlife, and it needs the blood of the demon that controls it. The only way out is if the demon dies or willingly releases them, which they never do.
“Now beg your master for forgiveness.” He pumped harder into her soft little mouth, not once did her body refuse him. The sound of her muffled pleas rang beautifully in his ear. After Lucifer climaxed he took his new toy down to hell where she would repay the power she took from his demons for four years.