Death Is An Odd Friend ( Heretic King) [M]

[Ice]

Salamon really had no choice but to just lay there. He grunted slightly as the demon thusted in to his mouth. He hoped that he would be careful of his horns. After all they were sharp. He gave a muffled whine as the other continue to pound him. He wondered how much he would be able to take.

[Medievarad]

The demon slammed his hips against Salamon's and kept inside as he shot his seed inside for a second time, grunting softly as he kept his member still inside Salamon. Another snarl left him as he pulled out, wiping his member off on Salamon's leg before stepping back.

The other one, who was still actively fucking the demon's throat, snarled something between his teeth and pulled out, giving himself several strokes before he came on Salamon's face, stepping back. He momentarily admired his own work, before withdrawing aswell.

[Ice]

Salamon cringed as the demon kept slamming in to him. He was starting to wonder when they would be done. He shivered as he felt him cum for a second time.  It seemed he was done though after that. Much to the small demons relife.

He was also happy to see that the other demon was done as well. Though getting his seed in his face wasn't really pleasant. He kept still hoping that they would go away now. He definitely had enough of this.

[Medievarad]

The demons seemed to have had their fill and went back to their work, as if nothing happened. Leaving Salamon on the table, the knife still through his hand, covered in their seed.

[Ice]

Salamon moved a bit with a slight cringe. Well he hoped that there would be no more of that. He took his unhurt hand and wipped his face.  He then whent to trying to get the knife out of his hand. He was sure that there would be no way that he could really clean up here.

[Medievarad]

The other demons paid him no heed, rather heading back to their work. Their mistress may get angry.

[Ice]

Salamon gave a sigh as finally got the knife out of his hand. He the got his pants back up. He supposed he should get to work now. So he mumbled his healing spell as he go a body downy from the hooks. Being short he almost had to climb up on the table to do so. Instead of using a tool to smash the face of the body he just used his fist. The way he did that was quite brutal. Almost as if he was imagining hurting someone. Which he was at the moment.

[Medievarad]

It didn't matter how he did it, as long as he got results, he'd have to do it as comfortable as possible, since he'd be doing it for a good eternity.

[Ice]

Salamon continue to work. He seemed to get in to a rhythm after a while. He kept up the work for what seemed to be several hours. Though he didn't seem to care what got on him as he did this. He figured that if he did not smell pleasant then he would not be bothered.  He really did not enjoy what those other demons did. So he was going to try to both do his job and make sure that there was not a repeat of what had just happened.

[Medievarad]

And so, hours turned to days. And only after several days, the door opened, the small stature of Sonneillon walking in and glancing around, before making her way to Salamon. Watching him work without a word.

[Ice]

Salamon just did his job without a word. He figured that it was best to be quite. Of course after several days of doing this he most certainly was not the best smelling creature in the world. He glanced up when heard the door open. Though once he saw that it was just his mistress he whent back to his job. He figured that if she wanted something she would say so. Not his place to ask after all.

[Medievarad]

"You reek," she started after. A short time. "Not of blood nor rot," a sly smirk curled her lips. "Had fun?"

[Ice]

Salamon frowned as she spoke. He set the knife that was in his hand down. He did not want to be tempted to throw the thing at her. " Oh yeah. Maybe you should try it sometime.  It's a real thrill" he growled at her. He really was not happy to have that brought up. He really just wanted to forget about that.

[Medievarad]

"Hmm, I'd choose not to," she answered with a soft chuckle. "I'm not as vulgar and disgusting as you are."

[Ice]

Salamon looked at his master with a frown. He sighed and shook his head. He wanted to slap her at that point. She was getting on his nerves  " Your stupid. That's what you are. You think that your so much better then everyone else. But you're not . You are just as pathetic as everyone else . Someone should put you in your place. " He snarled at her. It was obvious that she was testing his patience.  He just had enough of all this now.

[Medievarad]

As Salamon talked, he could see the other demons ducking behind their tables or just fleeing away from them altogether. And as he talked, Sonneillon's eyes lit up, the grin creeping up on her face until her sharp fangs were completely exposed.

"Thank you for giving me a reason," she whispered in anticipation, before her face distorted into an even wider, sickening grin. Her tail flicked around and would go for his throat, aiming to choke him and force him down toat his knees.

[Ice]

Salamon saw how the others reacted. However he did not really care. He was just really upset at her. Then after he spoke he saw her look. He cringed and tried to back away. He knew that he had made a mistake. However he could not take back his words. He could only pay for his mistake now.

He felt her wrap her tail around his neck . However instead of going to his knees like he should have he grabbed her tail. His eyes glowed as he used his dark magic. He tried to give her an electric shock. He knew that he might hurt himself but at least he might make her stop this way.

[Medievarad]

The shock didn't even do as much as phase her. She simply absorbed it through her skin. If magic like that would faze her, she wouldn't be as feared as she was.

The tail coiled around his throat tighter, aiming to cut him off completely. At the same timetime, her spine popped and grew crooked, her face distorted and mouth grew as she took her other form once again, snarling slowly.

[Ice]

Salamon found that his magic did not work on her. That really didn't make him very happy. He soon found that he could not breath as the tail tightened. He stopped fighting and slid down to his knees. He wondered if she would kill him. He could feel himself getting dizzy from lack of air. He definitely didn't want to pass out now.

[Medievarad]

Massive claws got a grip around Salamon's face, probably leaving scratchmarks and drawing blood. The tail around his throat gave way so he could breath again. She didn't want him passing out now did she?

"Do you care to repeat yourself?" She asked, her voice darker and raspier. She pressed her face closer to his, a slobber sliding past her teeth and dripping on his face. "I am way better than the disgusting filth you are. I am not as pathetic to serve a master, I'm not as weak as the filth you are." A soft, amusing snarl came from her. "I am leagues better than the weak little shit you are."