Venom

You got to see your demon owner for the weekend, and got to wait whilst they relaxed in the hot tub. Maybe you shouldn't have complained...

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“Hush, human, you know I don’t come here to hear you complain.” The demon lifted themselves out of the tub, their ruby skin and golden eyes glinting in the sunlight. “I come here for fun. So you can complain about it being too cold on your own time. Right now? You’re mine.”

They snapped their fingers, and you dropped to your knees, towel raised over your head. Pulled and puppeted on invisible strings of their control. They clicked their tongue, appreciating the sight of you on your knees. Their hand reached down, pulling your face up to look at them.

Their eyes had grown a pattern. No longer solid gold, but swirling, dancing motes of light. You were transfixed. So transfixed that you didn’t notice their tail sneaking forward. But you felt it. Felt it puncture your shoulder. The venomous barb sinking in.

“Hush, hush mortal. No complaining. This won’t hurt. Not one bit. In fact, it’ll feel good. I promise.” They smiled, a smile that promised nothing. But you could feel your body locking in place. Joints freezing. Out of your control. “That’s it. Don’t worry. It’ll reach your head soon.”

As they said it, they bent down further, so that all you could see was their eyes. Your own were struggling to keep up with the dancing, shimmering lights in theirs. And then the venom climbed up you neck, and into your brain. Now you weren’t worrying.

They smiled, taking the towel from you outstretched hands, and then positioning your arms behind your back. This was one of their favourite things to do with you, a part of you knew. They loved having you helpless, unable to resist. And you loved it too.

But as their sex changed into a more manageable form for your human mouth to deal with, you felt a slight twinge of disappointment. Even in your stupor, you’d have liked to taste them, truly. But that was the last thought in your head, before it too was forced out.