A Demon's Desire

"You are a strange creature."

The demon shrugged and lazily draped herself over my barrel, almost making me collapse as she rested her considerable weight on my back. "And you are just as strange to me, morsel, as are any other beings I come across. Each country, each race, each group of peoples carry their own sense of what's right and wrong. Some beliefs may overlap, but no two are generally exact copies of each other. Still, you and Celestia and the others... You all share a strange quality... Generally."

I arched a brow, turning back to look at her from over my shoulder. "And what would that be?"

"Well, aside from some of your, let's say, bad apples, you all share this disgusting idea of friendship. It boils my blood and brings bile to my throat just thinking about it."

With a roll of my eyes, I nudged the girl off my back, flexing my wings to help guide her away. "And what's wrong with that? Friendship has saved me countless times."

She pointed her finger at her mouth, tongue extended, and mimicked a retching sound. "Gag. Your silly notions of camaraderie really do rile me up. I mean, how am I supposed to torment you if I care about you? It's tough!"

For once, I actually returned the demon's wicked grin and flicked my tail in her face. "So you admit that you cared about Celestia? No wonder you didn't do much more than tease her like you do me."

In an instant, her joviality was gone, replaced with a dark scowl that turned my blood to ice, and I regretted the words I had just spoke. "Do you think I hold a heart? Do you think my playful demeanor more than just a facade? I have done far worse than you could ever imagine. No foe you've faced will ever match up to the sinister deeds I have performed." She stood to her full height, towering over me like a monolith to some unholy god, and I instinctively cowered back, my fur standing on end. "Perhaps you need to hear it for yourself? How long will you doubt me, worm, when I tell you of our first night? How long until you recover from what I'm about to show you, hmm? I doubt even Celestia has rid herself of the night terrors I have inflicted upon her, so let's see how well a bug like you can hope to cope."

She made to lunge at me, but, just as before, the chains dragged her back down to the ground, just out of arms' reach. I shook terribly, too fearful to look up from the ground and into the eyes I knew were going to be burning with anger, but even that didn't last long. She had gone quiet, her breathing slowing until I couldn't even hear it, and not even the rattle of her chains from her half-hearted struggles seemed to break the silence. Ever so slowly, inch by inch, I dragged my eyes away from the stone, up her naked legs and muscle-strained arms, to her face and froze as her eyes, devoid of light, ate at my mind.

Celestia walked briskly through the halls, occasionally glancing back in my direction to ensure I was following and behaving. I could feel her trepidation in the way she moved, smell her fear in each bead of sweat she released. I did as I was told, however. I followed without a sound, doing nothing but watching her tail as it twitched with each step. It was torturous, being bound by my own magic, held to my path by our pact, and I revelled in it. I had been made to bend to her command and now I was suffering, moistening, boiling in my submission, but it would not last.

No, tonight I planned on showing her how things were going to be. I was going to show her who was really in control.

She stopped outside a pair of grand double doors, decorated with wreaths of gilded fire in the shape of a sun. The designs were extravagant, reminding me quite aptly of the actual celestial body in the sky. Yes, the doors were magnificent, but they were not her doors. "This is where you'll be staying while thing settled down and we-"

"No. We will lay together, in your bed, under your canopy. A wife does not sleep without her spouse." For once, I let my anger show and allowed my words to drip with the venom that had clouded my mind. "Or you will lay here with me. Either way, I will take you tonight and every night henceforth."

"I have an image to uphold! We have traditions and-"

It took everything in me to ignore the fire burning in my muscles as I struggled against my own spells and reached for the white mare. My hands clasped around her stomach, easily lifting her into the air, and pulled her to my breast as I shouldered through the gilded portal. The wood cracked loudly against the walls before swinging closed with a noisome click. As if hitting a switch, the strain on my mind and body disappeared, no longer binding me as we stepped out of the public eye, and I grinned as I tossed the mare onto the bed.

She flailed in midair, caught off guard by the rough treatment, and tried to recover her composure, but I was already on her, my hands gripping her forehooves and tail wrapping tightly around one of her hind legs. "Now, Celestia, for my turn. You are going to submit to me tonight and offer your body up for my pleasure." I stared into her eyes, the onyxian orbs reflecting clearly in the bright-eyed mare's, and crushed our mouths together, pressing my dextrous tongue past her teeth to coil down her throat.

She shuddered, moving hers against mine in what I assumed was a feeble attempt to show she was willing if I'd let up, and I smiled. I allowed her muscled to push back against me, to slip past my lips and probe my mouth, hopefully tasting the remnants of her fluids on my breath. And then I closed my teeth.

Razor sharp canines dug into Celestia's tongue, holding it prisoner in my mouth as her blood oozed down my throat. Her eyes widened, and she tried to pull away, tried to scream, but I held her fast against me, drinking in her terror just as I was the sanguine liquid draining into gullet. Minutes passed, punctuated by her terrified moans as she tried to force my mouth open, to blast me with magic, to beg for her release, and I responded in kind with another dip into her tongue, sinking my teeth further and further until I could almost feel the two rows meet.

I chuckled, the sound garbled by the blood in my mouth, and let go of the mare. She fell back, tongue hanging out, dripping her life's liquid onto the bed, and tried to work some form of magic on the muscle all while keeping her fearful eyes locked on me. "What's the matter, morsel? Did you think me docile? Did I not tell you that I live for the torment of others? It's in the name, after all." My laugh, deep and scratchy, overpowered the princess' whimpers as I reached forward and cracked my knuckles against her horn. A loud snap echoed in the room as she bounced back, sporting a fresh, new fracture along the bony protrusion, and I took that moment to pounce on her.

She screamed as well as she could with a mouth full of blood while I traced my red-tinged tongue up her neck, staining her coat crimson with the remnants of our little kiss. She tried to pull her hooves from my hands in an attempt I assumed was to feel at her horn, but I had greater leverage, using all of my upper body to hold her legs down and out of the way. Her hind legs flailed, trying to get under me, kick me off, or perhaps just injure me to distract me from her, but it didn't take much effort to constrict those as well as I crushed them between my thighs. "My, you're such a naughty mare, Celestia. You should know better than to try and hurt your wife. I have feelings too, you know."

I mimicked a pout, sticking out my bottom lips for just a moment, before flinging my head back and laughing. "Ohh... I'm too funny for my own good, aren't I?" I shook my head, still smiling, and rubbed my face against my wife-to-be's blood-stained neck. "I can feel your heart beating through your neck. It's running so heavily, pounding like the machinery at a steel mill. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were scared. How about we assuage some of those fears?" It took all of my effort to affect the most sincere smile I could as I planted small, soft kisses on the mare's neck, trailing up her jawline before falling back down the other side until I reached her stomach.

Very slowly, my tongue slipped past my lips, its pointed tip meeting with the mare's fur, before dragging a long, broad swipe up her chest. I could taste the sweat of the day, and likely the past few minutes, in the stroke, and almost purred when her muscles tensed underneath her skin. Gently, I pulled one of her hooves down to my chest, pressing it against my right breast and crushing the dusky nipple against her frog. More and more, I felt the exhilaration of power flow through my veins, the adrenaline that came with dominance spurring me forward, and with it I pushed myself even further down her body.

I relinquished my hold on her hooves, warning her against any kind of struggle with a very fierce glare, and smiled when she made no move to act. Of course, I wanted her to struggle. I wanted the opportunity to show her who was in control, to put her thoughts into the proper perspective, but this was fine as well. So easily made docile, this ruler of ponies. So easy to control.

My horns brushed against Celestia's quivering thighs, bone scraping against tender flesh so closely that she had to struggle to keep her legs parted so they didn't chafe against the rough protrusions. A struggle don in vain, however, as I made an extra effort to press my face against the small mounds of her teats and drag the jagged ridges of my pride through the valley hard enough to break the skin.

She whimpered.

I laughed.

"Come now, Celestia. You can't deny that this pleasurable. I mean, just look at how swollen you've become down here!" My fingers pressed against the light pink of her folds, slipping just barely past the barrier of flesh with a wet slurp. "Don't tell me that you secretly enjoy being tormented. Why, that'd be no fun at all."

I didn't need an answer, even if she could through the swollen, bloody mess that was her tongue. She was far from enjoying my favorite parts of the experience, but it was just too much fun to play with her emotions. Besides, I wasn't anywhere near done with her yet. "Now, love, I'm going to give you a choice. A choice that you can make anywhere between now and the time that I finish with you tonight. Your tongue will be the least of your worries by the time I'm through with our little get together, as I plan on doing things most people would find detestably heinous, even in the... kinkiest of relationships.

"But, I am a generous demon..." I grinned, chuckling to myself at the little slip. "Or, I will be tonight, at the least. I'll let you stop me tonight, if you want it to end, however..." I traced the sharp tip of my tail up the mare's thighs, dragging it along the tender, raw skin my horns had exposed, before pressing it hard against the little nub that splashed my face with wetness. To my surprise, Celestia didn't even let loose a yelp. "However, you must give up one of your servants to me. Only one, and only for a night. A girl does need to relieve some stress, after all."

I let a smirk lift one side of my lips before replacing my tail on her mound with them to suck on the bloodied nub beneath. "I know you won't, though, and that's fine, too. I've already gotten what I wanted." I nipped at the red pearl, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and slipped my tongue deep inside of her folds, drawing out a much unwanted moan to mingle with her whimper as I proved just how dextrous the prehensile organ could be before pulling away. "I could see it in your eyes, that little spark of consideration. You may not accept my offer, but the guilt you'll feel for the rest of your life, the strain on your conscience, from your moment of weakness..." I sucked upon Celestia's marehood, laughing as the lips puffed up in response, then moved over to nibble at her haunches. "You thought to yourself, maybe just one wouldn't be too bad, didn't you?" I laughed as she tensed up before biting hard into the thick flesh of her thigh to savor the sweetness of that succulently thick limb. "That moment will burn in your chest for the rest of your life, won't it? These wounds will heal, your fur will grow over the scars, but you'll never forget the moment you considered saving yourself at the cost of one innocent soul."

My teeth sunk back into her leg, this time biting deep enough to tear off a piece of the fatty meat. She screamed, and I moved up further, swallowing the small piece of flesh. Another bite, this time from the left side of her stomach, just above her teat, more screams, and another mouthful of pony to settle in my stomach. I tore at the flesh of her barrel, on the verge of madness as I laughed while she wailed and struggled to break free, before moving up to her neck.

I could see tears pouring down her face, true fear and anger burning in her eyes, as I bared my teeth around the quivering muscles of her throat. She was on the verge of breaking down, her horn sparking as she tried to cast magic only to have it sputter from the cracks in bright flashes. My teeth began to sink into her fur, poking into the soft tissue beneath, drawing fresh founts of crimson, before the mare's eyes began glowing with a blinding white light.

"Enough!"

I was thrown back onto the floor behind me, laughing maniacally as Celestia frantically patted her body down, eyes wide and burning bright, only for her hooves to come back clean and her body free of blemishes.

"W-what did you-?"

I screamed, tearing myself away from the demon and frantically pressing against the burning agony where I was missing chunks of skin, only to find that my body was whole and intact and the pains nothing but phantoms on the winds of... whatever had just happened. My heart raced in my chest, thundering so loudly that I thought it might literally burst, and every fiber of my being screamed at me to run from the softly smiling creature before me. "Wh-what..."

"You make two, morsel. You are the second person to survive that mentally unscathed..." She brought her hand to her chin, stroking it for a moment, before continuing. "Or, mostly unscathed, I'd assume. Not even dear Celestia truly recovered from that first night.

"Still, maybe now you won't think to doubt my prowess?"

I gasped for air, my body never stopping in its attempt to vibrate through the stone. "I... I have to..."

"Go? Yes, I suppose you would. Perhaps you could tell Celestia about what I showed you today? I'm certain she'd come and visit me after that. I do so miss her."

Very carefully, slowly, agonizingly slowly, I crept back towards the edge of the island, never once taking my eyes off the solitary figure sitting languidly in the center. My whole being shook, replaying each second of that torturous... vision over and over as if it wanted me to suffer every moment until eternity. Still, even with the blurred vision as I blinked through tears, the phantom pains clouding what thoughts weren't occupied by refreshing my recent memories, I could almost swear I saw a look of equal despair etched into the pale blue face of the demon sitting alone and bound in her personal level of Tartarus.