Chapter 6
Chris couldn’t quite believe just how much money that Azzandar had made after only one show! He counted the money three times, not quite believing it. There was over five hundred dollars in his hands! This would cover almost half of his rent! And Carlos had asked if Azzandar could do two shows a night five days a week! If he kept making this kind of money, they’d never have any money problems again! He folded the thick wad and stuck it in his pocket, as Carlos watched him shrewdly from behind his desk. “It’s a good deal, eh?” his friend remarked. “Azz’ll make both of us a pretty penny. He’s the greatest find ever! I’m really glad that you brought him to me.”
“Well, to be honest, Azz is an illegal alien. You’re one of the few places that I knew would hire him under the table,” Chris explained.
Carlos shrugged. “I don’t care whether he’s from America or Mars,” he replied. “The customers love him. I’ll pack this place with him as the main attraction.”
Azzandar swept back in, now dressed in his street clothes. “Can we go?” he asked impatiently. “Now?”
Chris threw Carlos an apologetic glance, but the club owner waved them away. “I’ll see you both tomorrow night,” he said, and Chris nodded.
“Okay. Come on, Azzandar,” he led the way to the back entrance where the dancers entered and left the club to avoid being mobbed by the club patrons. The cat-man strode beside him.
“I’m hungry,” he said.
“I’ll fix us something as soon as we get home,” Chris told him.
“Tuna,” Azzandar replied shortly.
“Sure,” Chris said.
Then the former demon continued on a growl: “After we eat, I shall take you.”
******
Chris came to a shocked halt. “What?” he said weakly, not sure that he’d heard right.
Azzandar looked down at him superciliously. “I said, that after we eat I shall take you,” he repeated, as though he were speaking to a slow child.
Chris gulped. “Listen, Azzandar, I told you before that I wasn’t going to have sex with you. And you can’t just say something like that! That you’re going to…take me,” he said, as visions danced in his head in spite of his protests.
The demon lifted a dark brow. “Why not?” he demanded. “I know that you felt desire when you watched me torment those wretched creatures,”he pointed a clawed finger back at the club. “How could you not? Think of the things that I could do to you, Chris,” he snarled softly, his yellow eyes burning as they met Chris’s wide blue ones. “You will know pleasure such as no other human has ever experienced.”
He swallowed, his mouth suddenly so dry that it felt like the Sahara in there. “Ugh,” was just about the only noise that he managed to make, however. His brain was short-circuiting.
Azzandar reached out and set his clawed fingertips under Chris’s chin. “After that dance, I burn with desire as well,” he said softly, his nostrils flaring. “It has been far too long since I buried myself in a warm body. I wish…no, I NEED to take you, Chris. Let me,” he went on insistently, never looking away from Chris’s rather dazed eyes. “We will both reap pleasure from it. What is the harm in that?”
Chris couldn’t really think of a good objection - but then, by now he couldn’t think of much of anything at all. So he only nodded, his head moving up and down almost of its own volition. Azzandar’s smile was toothy and wicked. “Excellent. Let us go home, then, and…eat.”
****
How he got his limbs to work, Chris never knew. The journey to the car, and the drive back to his apartment - it was all on auto-pilot. Fortunately for both of them, he was apparently a pretty good driver even when he was out-of-it. Because when his mind returned to him, he found that they were walking through the door of his apartment. Azzandar strode into the kitchen and sat gracefully down at the table. “You will make tuna,” he said imperiously to Chris.
He didn’t object to this tone, partially because Azzandar really deserved anything that he wanted after making them so much money with just one show. Also, his brain still wasn’t working well enough for him to form any objections to Azzandar’s imperious tone of voice, anyway. So he got busy making tuna sandwiches just the way that the demon/cat/man liked them, his fingers shaking a little as he did so.
Azzandar took the plate that Chris handed him, nodding in lofty approval. He proceeded to devour the sandwiches, which didn’t surprise Chris. He had to be starving after all the energy that he’d expended on the stage tonight. He himself didn’t bother to try to eat - his stomach was clenched into knots at the thought of what would probably happen soon. He couldn’t have swallowed anything, let alone expected it to stay down. Azzandar licked delicately at his fingers to clean the traces of tuna and mayo off of them, looking so much like a huge, pleased cat that Chris had to clench his teeth together to keep in a rather hysterical giggle. But then the yellow eyes swerved his way, and all desire to laugh fled.
“Chris,” Azzandar purred, his voice low and husky. It played arpeggios down his spine. “I shall take you now.”
He couldn’t move. Azzandar rose to his feet and stalked over to where Chris was standing frozen by the counter, and the yellow eyes gleamed with a look that made him tremble. Azzandar made him yelp a little when the former demon scooped him up in his arms and bore Chris away to the bedroom as though he didn’t weigh anything at all. He couldn’t protest, because Azzandar was nuzzling his nose into his ear. And then he bit lightly at the lobe, and Chris lost any sense of coherency whatsoever…
Azzandar dumped him unceremoniously on his bed. Chris bounced a little, then looked up as the former demon casually ripped off the clothes he’d put on at the club after the show. He might have protested about all of his hard work modifying them going to waste, but he simply didn’t care at this point. His eyes bulged a little when he saw the size of Azzandar’s cock when it was erect - Jesus, that thing was big! Not quite as big as the horse hung actors he’d seen in some gay porn, but still huge. Seeing where his eyes were fastened, Azzandar smiled toothily as he crawled up onto the bed.
“Do you like what you see, Chris?” he said in velvet tones.
He could only nod helplessly, which made Azzandar chuckle as he reached out and grabbed Chris’s shirt. He pulled the human in for a devastating kiss, his pointed, slightly raspy tongue gliding into Chris’s mouth and conquering everything within. Chris moaned, a sound lost as Azzandar’s mouth plundered his ruthlessly. Clawed fingers gripped his chin and held him still as Azzandar scoured his mouth and reduced him to a quivering mass.
His eyes were glazed and blank when the former demon finally pulled back. Azzandar smirked in satisfaction as he took a hold of Chris’s shirt and yanked. Buttons popped and fabric tore, and the human squeaked in shock as his shirt was pulled off of him in a tattered mass. “Hey!” he protested.
“You can purchase more clothing, Chris,” Azzandar pointed out ruthlessly.
“Still…let me do that!” he cried, batting Azzandar’s hands away from his pants. “I’ll do it!”
“Very well. But do it quickly,” Azzandar replied impatiently.
Chris’s hands fumbled with his pants, because he was sure that if he didn’t get out of them fast enough, Azzandar would rip them right off of him. While there was something very sexy about that thought, he liked this pair of pants and didn’t want them shredded. He shucked out of the pants and his underwear, putting them aside as Azzandar watched him approvingly. “That is better,” he snarled, then pounced on Chris like the giant cat he(sort of) was.
The human found himself lying on the bed with Azzandar hovering over him. “I shall devour you whole,” he said, lowering his head so that their lips were practically brushing together.
Surprisingly, this statement brought no fear with it. Despite his appearance and temperament, Chris found that he wasn’t afraid of Azzandar. Maybe he was just crazy or stupid, but that’s the way it was. He lay back and waited to see what Azzandar would do next, fearlessly putting himself into the claws of a creature that had the soul of a demon in a cat/human body. Okay, he was definitely crazy(or just really, REALLY horny!), but who cared…
Azzandar’s tongue flicked out and drew a trail along his jaw line. He tilted his neck back and arched a little, and the former demon nipped lightly at his neck. “I think,” he purred against Chris’s skin, “That I will make sure that you cannot stop me from doing whatever I wish to you.” he grabbed Chris’s hands, and hauled them over his head. The human blinked up at him, trying to gather the energy to protest, but while he was doing that Azzandar reached out and grabbed the belt from his pants and used it to lash his hands together above his head. Then he wound the belt over the rung on the headboard of the bed, leaving Chris trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
Azzandar smiled wickedly down at him, tracing his cheek with a clawed finger. “This will only hurt a little,” he told Chris, who began to feel somewhat apprehensive. Seeing the fear in his eyes, the former demon said: “Do not fear me, Chris. I have no reason to hurt you. Well, not much, anyway. Perhaps a little pain, to enhance your pleasure - but no more than that. I owe you for taking care of me for all of this time. You have been a good slave - now I will give you a reward for your service.”
Chris might have protested the ‘slave’ appellation, but it was pretty much true. Humans were slaves to cats, and wasn’t Azzandar merely a very large cat with some human aspects? The former demon lowered his head, pausing when his lips were very close to Chris’s chest. “You will enjoy this, I promise.” he growled.
Chris could do nothing after that but cry out wildly, because Azzandar’s wicked, wicked tongue was doing the most amazing, horrible things to the sensitive skin of his chest and his nipples. Azzandar bit, licked, and nuzzled at the hard points, driving him crazy. Clawed fingers brushed over his skin, sometimes pressing hard enough to leave marks. The slight pain only enhanced the pleasure he was feeling, just as Azzandar had said it would. He panted and whimpered, arching his back and tugging at the belt holding his hands above his head.
Azzandar nibbled at his left nipple, using his fangs to almost break the skin. Chris cried out incoherently, and shuddered as the former demon’s fingers wrapped around his cock and tugged at it. “Your body likes it,” he noted in his dark, sensual voice. He pressed his thumb in just under the tip, and Chris jerked against his bonds.
Azzandar slid down the bed gracefully, and Chris lifted his head a little as the former demon knelt off the bed between Chris’s spread legs. He flicked his tongue in the air teasingly as he met Chris’s eyes, and remembering what that slightly raspy thing had felt like on his poor, abraded nipples, he shuddered again as he imagined it touching the sensitive tip of his cock. He might have begged Azzandar not to do it, expect he couldn’t speak anymore and the wretched creature probably wouldn’t listen to him anyway. So he resigned himself to the combination of pain and pleasure that he was sure to experience, and bit at his lower lip a little as Azzandar bent his head(ever so slowly, the bastard!) and lapped at the twitching tip of Chris’s cock with his tongue.
He nearly wailed at the friction, like very mild sandpaper. His legs jerked, but Azzandar’s hands held them apart as the horrible creature licked a delicate line down Chris’s cock with his tongue. He took his time, tormenting the human, causing Chris to writhe in his bonds and make small sounds of pain and pleasure in the back of his throat. Then he bucked upward, nearly screaming, when Azzandar’s horrible, wonderful tongue trailed over his balls…
“Oh, God!" Chris cried, “Stop!” but Azzandar didn’t listen, continuing to lick his balls over and over. Then he closed his mouth over the left one and began to suckle at it, and Chris cries changed from half-pain and half-pleasure to all pleasure. He shivered as Azzandar drove him wild, sweat springing out on his skin in a thick coating as Azzandar tortured him so pleasurably.
Teeth broke through his skin, and he cried out again as Azzandar began to bite at his inner thighs. He tensed and tried to pull his legs away, but strong hands held them open so that Azzandar could bite and suck hickeys out of the tender inner skin of his thighs relentlessly. Clawed fingers slid down to pull his buttocks apart, and a loud cry rang out as Azzandar lowered his head and began to rim Chris with his raspy tongue…
Oh, shit! He couldn’t believe how awful it felt(and how wonderful, as well) that tongue licking over the twitching ring of his anus over and over again. He would have begged for Azzandar to stop, but he couldn’t speak anymore. He could only writhe and twist and jerk in Azzandar’s grasp, while the former demon tormented him in an incredibly pleasurable - and also quite painful - way. That tongue abraded him, but it also brought all of his nerve endings alive. But just when he thought that he couldn’t take it anymore without dying - or coming - Azzandar withdrew his tongue and lifted his head.
Chris whimpered, not in pain this time but almost in disappointment. Azzandar grinned down at him savagely. He thrust a finger into Chris’s body(careful of the claw), making the human cry out weakly. “I think that you’re ready for me,” Azzandar noted smugly.
“No,” he managed to moan, “Please, Azzandar. In the drawer, by the bed…please…lube…” he had to get this out, because if Azzandar stuck that huge thing in him with no lube at all he really WOULD die…
The former demon cocked his head, but then moved away and rounded the bed. He opened the drawer and reached out to pick up the tube of lubrication that Chris kept there. “What is it?” he asked as he looked at it. He didn’t know human writing, so he couldn’t read what was written on the bottle.
“It’s lube,” Chris panted. “You put it on yourself, on your penis, before you put it in me. Please, if you just stick it in me I’ll tear apart. You’re too big.”
“Ahh,” Azzandar hummed in understanding. “As you wish. I promised not to hurt you too much, and I will keep my word.” he studied the tube, then managed to figure out how to flip the top open. He looked satisfied as Chris told him how to squeeze some of the stuff onto his palm.
Azzandar considered the slick stuff on his palm, then reached down to smear it onto his cock. He made a low, growling sound of pleasure at the feel of it. No wonder humans used this stuff. But touching his erection only made him feel even more impatient lust. He needed to be buried in hot tightness, and he needed it now! He strode back to the end of the bed, lifted and pulled Chris’s legs apart, and sank himself into the human in one long push.
Chris screamed. The lube helped a lot, but it had been months since he’d had sex - and none of his partners had EVER been this big! It felt like he’d been split in two by that huge thing! Azzandar looked down at him, at his twisted face and the tears glimmering on his cheeks. While those tears excited him, and made him want to ram into the human without mercy, he remembered his promise not to permanently hurt Chris or to torture him too much. So he stood still between Chris’s spread legs, waiting for the human to adjust. He didn’t mind doing so anyway - he was buried in squeezing hot tightness at last, he wanted to savor each moment of it. He listened to Chris’s panting breaths, and saw the way the human’s jaw slowly unclenched and his face relaxed as the pain slowly began to pass.
Azzandar reached down between Chris’s legs and took a hold of his limp cock. He began to squeeze and pull at it lightly, encouraging it to return to full hardness. He knew that this would take Chris’s mind off of the huge burning spike buried in his innards, and would help him adjust to the penetration. He ran his thumb over the tip, which had begun to weep precum. Chris moaned softly, his back arching off the bed a little.
“Shall I move?” Azzandar asked after a few minutes of manual manipulation of Chris’s cock. It was now fully hard and red, twitching in his grasp.
“Yes,” Chris choked, squirming under him.
His lips lifting in a sensual snarl, Azzandar pulled back a little and pushed in again. Chris gasped, his head rolling on the bed. Azzandar did it again, harder this time. Chris only moaned and arched for him. Satisfied that the human wasn’t in (much) pain anymore, Azzandar began to to ride him, hard. His thrusts were powerful, and his hips slapped against Chris’s ass on each inward stroke. He maintained his grip on Chris’s cock, tugging and pulling at it as he drove into the tight, squirming body under him. The human panted and cried out, his face and neck turning red as he arched off the bed to meet each thrust.
Azzandar made sure to cannily position himself so that he could pummel Chris’s prostate, and the human went wild under him. He growled hungrily as he slammed into Chris, humping the human for all that he was worth. He battered at that tight hole, his lips drawn up off his teeth and his yellow eyes narrowed. He squeezed Chris’s cock once, hard, and the human shrieked in pain and pleasure as his body convulsed and he began to come violently. Azzandar roared out in his own pleasure as Chris’s tightening, twitching muscles grabbed a hold of him and finished him off. He shot his seed into that convulsing, tightening space, shoving in hard as he emptied himself into Chris’s trembling body.
Chris lay limply on the bed, not moving at all. He could have been dead - except for the fact that his chest was heaving and Azzandar could clearly hear his heartbeat. The former demon smiled slightly, triumphantly, as he looked at the annihilated human. It pleased him to know that he’d have an outlet for the dark lusts that built up in him when he performed on stage. Neon of those humans that he danced for was worthy to take his seed. But Chris…Chris was as close to worthy as a human could come to lay with a demon. And so he would be Azzandar’s concubine as well as his personal slave, meeting all of the demon’s needs. And he’d make sure that Chris enjoyed every second of it, and had no complaints whatsoever about being his bedmate…
*****
Azzandar sat cross-legged on the bed, holding Chris’ naked body in his lap. The human was sitting on his cock, and his low moans excited the former demon as he held Chris’ arms above his head and thrust up into the quivering body on his lap. One of his hands held Chris’ wrists, while the other one curled around his chest so that Azzandar could pinch his nipples lightly and make him feel the combination of pain and pleasure that the human had come to crave over the last few months. Chris whimpered, and Azzandar smiled toothily as he pushed up even harder than usual in response.
He whispered into his slave’s ear: “You like this, don’t you, Chris? You like me to fuck you hard. Would you also like me to let you come? Do you want to scream as I show you more pleasure
than anyone else ever has?”
“Yes,” Chris moaned desperately. “Please. Azzandar, let me come.”
The former King of the Demons chuckled. “Of course I shall…eventually,” he purred wickedly. “When you can’t take anymore. Then and only then will I allow you to come.”
Chris whimpered again, a desperate, pathetic sound. Azzandar growled and nipped at his ear, excited by Chris’ distress. It wasn’t as though the human were being permanently harmed by any of this - a little torture only enhanced the sexual experience for both of them. And he knew that it did for Chris, because the human never complained afterward about how he was treated in bed. And he always came back for more, no matter what Azzandar did to him. He was a good little submissive slave, which Azzandar thoroughly appreciated. Good slaves were hard to find, and were worth more than their weight in gold. They should never be abused or destroyed if possible. A little torture was fine, but to harm a worthwhile slave not only meant that you were a bad master, it also meant that you were a fool since you might never be able to find another to replace the slave if you did permanent harm to them. And Azzandar was canny enough to understand that. He was always careful to only push Chris a little, not break him.
Chris’ mouth was hanging open as he panted for breath. His cock, bound up in a silken length of intricately tied ribbon, twitched desperately as his body sought release. His whole body was tense as a bow string as Azzandar continued to thrust up into him and torment him at the same time. Claws scratched lightly at his nipples, abrading them just a little. That sand paper tongue lapped down his neck and laved over his jaw line, making him quiver. He didn’t even have breath enough left to beg anymore.
“Mm, I think that I shall come soon,” Azzandar said in his ear. “Would you like to come with me, Chris?”
He croaked, struggling to speak. “Pllleaassee,” he managed to get out, a single sound full of desperation.
Another dark chuckle. “Very well. You have earned it.” Azzandar’s hand dropped into his lap, and
Chris cried out incoherently as he felt fingers undoing the complex knot of silk ribbon. He keened, his body convulsing, as the ribbon was pulled away and those clawed fingertips ran lightly down the length of his tormented penis. He began to come violently, spraying out his semen over Azzandar’s coaxing fingers. He shook and writhed as the demon drove up inside him once more, then began to come himself inside of Chris’ body.
Chris went limp, completely spent and worn out. Azzandar laughed as he picked the human up bodily and bore him into the bathroom to clean them both up after that intense bout of sex. The former demon liked to sleep in the nude, and he hated having drying semen on his skin when he did so. In some ways he was as fastidious as the cat he had once been, strangely. And Chris didn’t mind, since it meant that he could zone out while Azzandar washed them both up in the shower. He was too tired and worn out to be able to clean himself as the moment anyway, and he was almost always like this after Azzandar and he had had sex.
He lay with closed eyes, limp in Azzandar’s arms, as the former demon turned on the shower and stepped into it. The warm water felt good on his skin, and he sighed happily. Chris had discovered something about himself over the past few months of living with Azzandar and being the former demon’s sex slave - what he’d always mistaken before as him being a push-over was really a strong streak of submissiveness running through him. With Azzandar, that submissiveness worked because the former cat/demon already thought of Chris as being his slave, and treated him accordingly. He didn’t sneer at Chris for being the way he was; rather, he appreciated Chris’ submissive nature and rewarded him for it. It was - freeing. He could just be himself, who he’d always been, without worrying about his sexual partner looking down on him for being a ’pussy’. To his surprise, Chris had begun to realize that he’d never been happier than he was now. How strange was that? He lived with an arrogant, horrible former demon, and was pretty much the creature’s total slave, and he was incredibly happy about that fact. Life was really weird sometimes.
Azzandar was soaping his naked body up one-handed. Chris didn’t try to move; he was always worn-out after one of their marathon sex sessions.
He was content to lay in Azzandar’s embrace, his eyes closed and his whole body humming contentedly in the aftermath of that intense bout of sex. He didn’t want to move or think at all; and fortunately for him, Azzandar never required him to do so just after they’d had sex.
Chris was distantly grateful that Azzandar made enough dancing at the club that he didn’t have to work anymore. He didn’t know how he’d ever have been able to go into work and labor for eight hours or more at a time the day after he’d been worked over by Azzandar in bed. And since the former demon was incredibly demanding and insatiable, every day was a day after for Chris now. All he had to do was household chores, and sometimes he had to drag himself out of bed and hobble around doing even those little things slowly and carefully. Although lately his body seemed to be adjusting more to its constant nightly work-outs, and he had more energy during the day to do the laundry, clean the apartment, and cook for both himself and Azzandar. He’d even started to consider looking for a bigger apartment for the two of them, since Azzandar made enough stripping that they could afford a nicer, less cramped place to live.
His one worry was Azzandar’s obsession with returning to the Dark Realms to reclaim his throne and become a demon again. Not that there seemed any way that he could actually do that, not while he wore the slave collar around his neck…but he’d shown himself to be very cunning and adaptable so far. What if he actually found a way to have that collar removed? He’d go back to where he’d come from originally, and forget his former slave without a second thought. Chris didn’t know how he’d be able to stand that if it happened. He supposed that he’d go back to his normal, ordinary, dull life, working for a living and coming home to an empty apartment with no one waiting for his return. He might even adopt another cat to keep him company. But even the thought of returning to that miserable, empty existence made him want to burst into tears. It was his most intense fear, and sometimes it gnawed at him. Especially in the middle of the night, when he’d wake up gasping from nightmares in which he’d come home to the apartment only to find it empty...and no trace of Azzandar anywhere.
He tried to push these thoughts out of his mind as he enjoyed Azzandar’s ministrations. After all, how could the former demon possibly find a way to remove that slave collar? The human who’d tried to do a spell to remove it had been reduced to ashes in the attempt, and Chris doubted that there was a human anywhere who was strong enough to actually cast the spell that would remove the collar. After all, Azzandar had told him that over a dozen demon wizards had made the collar in the first place, binding it around his neck with their magic. What was one half-trained human against that many demon wizards? He had nothing to worry about.
Azzandar carried him back out into the bedroom, laying him down on the bed. The former demon then crawled in beside him and curled himself around Chris’ naked body, something he’d taken to doing lately. It was as though he were claiming his human slave even in his sleep. He promptly fell asleep, and began a rumbling purr that had startled Chris the first few times he’d started doing it, but now comforted him and helped him to sleep. He slid away into dreamland held in Azzandar’s arms, and had only good dreams for the rest of the night…
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Chris couldn’t quite believe just how much money that Azzandar had made after only one show! He counted the money three times, not quite believing it. There was over five hundred dollars in his hands! This would cover almost half of his rent! And Carlos had asked if Azzandar could do two shows a night five days a week! If he kept making this kind of money, they’d never have any money problems again! He folded the thick wad and stuck it in his pocket, as Carlos watched him shrewdly from behind his desk. “It’s a good deal, eh?” his friend remarked. “Azz’ll make both of us a pretty penny. He’s the greatest find ever! I’m really glad that you brought him to me.”
“Well, to be honest, Azz is an illegal alien. You’re one of the few places that I knew would hire him under the table,” Chris explained.
Carlos shrugged. “I don’t care whether he’s from America or Mars,” he replied. “The customers love him. I’ll pack this place with him as the main attraction.”
Azzandar swept back in, now dressed in his street clothes. “Can we go?” he asked impatiently. “Now?”
Chris threw Carlos an apologetic glance, but the club owner waved them away. “I’ll see you both tomorrow night,” he said, and Chris nodded.
“Okay. Come on, Azzandar,” he led the way to the back entrance where the dancers entered and left the club to avoid being mobbed by the club patrons. The cat-man strode beside him.
“I’m hungry,” he said.
“I’ll fix us something as soon as we get home,” Chris told him.
“Tuna,” Azzandar replied shortly.
“Sure,” Chris said.
Then the former demon continued on a growl: “After we eat, I shall take you.”
******
Chris came to a shocked halt. “What?” he said weakly, not sure that he’d heard right.
Azzandar looked down at him superciliously. “I said, that after we eat I shall take you,” he repeated, as though he were speaking to a slow child.
Chris gulped. “Listen, Azzandar, I told you before that I wasn’t going to have sex with you. And you can’t just say something like that! That you’re going to…take me,” he said, as visions danced in his head in spite of his protests.
The demon lifted a dark brow. “Why not?” he demanded. “I know that you felt desire when you watched me torment those wretched creatures,”he pointed a clawed finger back at the club. “How could you not? Think of the things that I could do to you, Chris,” he snarled softly, his yellow eyes burning as they met Chris’s wide blue ones. “You will know pleasure such as no other human has ever experienced.”
He swallowed, his mouth suddenly so dry that it felt like the Sahara in there. “Ugh,” was just about the only noise that he managed to make, however. His brain was short-circuiting.
Azzandar reached out and set his clawed fingertips under Chris’s chin. “After that dance, I burn with desire as well,” he said softly, his nostrils flaring. “It has been far too long since I buried myself in a warm body. I wish…no, I NEED to take you, Chris. Let me,” he went on insistently, never looking away from Chris’s rather dazed eyes. “We will both reap pleasure from it. What is the harm in that?”
Chris couldn’t really think of a good objection - but then, by now he couldn’t think of much of anything at all. So he only nodded, his head moving up and down almost of its own volition. Azzandar’s smile was toothy and wicked. “Excellent. Let us go home, then, and…eat.”
****
How he got his limbs to work, Chris never knew. The journey to the car, and the drive back to his apartment - it was all on auto-pilot. Fortunately for both of them, he was apparently a pretty good driver even when he was out-of-it. Because when his mind returned to him, he found that they were walking through the door of his apartment. Azzandar strode into the kitchen and sat gracefully down at the table. “You will make tuna,” he said imperiously to Chris.
He didn’t object to this tone, partially because Azzandar really deserved anything that he wanted after making them so much money with just one show. Also, his brain still wasn’t working well enough for him to form any objections to Azzandar’s imperious tone of voice, anyway. So he got busy making tuna sandwiches just the way that the demon/cat/man liked them, his fingers shaking a little as he did so.
Azzandar took the plate that Chris handed him, nodding in lofty approval. He proceeded to devour the sandwiches, which didn’t surprise Chris. He had to be starving after all the energy that he’d expended on the stage tonight. He himself didn’t bother to try to eat - his stomach was clenched into knots at the thought of what would probably happen soon. He couldn’t have swallowed anything, let alone expected it to stay down. Azzandar licked delicately at his fingers to clean the traces of tuna and mayo off of them, looking so much like a huge, pleased cat that Chris had to clench his teeth together to keep in a rather hysterical giggle. But then the yellow eyes swerved his way, and all desire to laugh fled.
“Chris,” Azzandar purred, his voice low and husky. It played arpeggios down his spine. “I shall take you now.”
He couldn’t move. Azzandar rose to his feet and stalked over to where Chris was standing frozen by the counter, and the yellow eyes gleamed with a look that made him tremble. Azzandar made him yelp a little when the former demon scooped him up in his arms and bore Chris away to the bedroom as though he didn’t weigh anything at all. He couldn’t protest, because Azzandar was nuzzling his nose into his ear. And then he bit lightly at the lobe, and Chris lost any sense of coherency whatsoever…
Azzandar dumped him unceremoniously on his bed. Chris bounced a little, then looked up as the former demon casually ripped off the clothes he’d put on at the club after the show. He might have protested about all of his hard work modifying them going to waste, but he simply didn’t care at this point. His eyes bulged a little when he saw the size of Azzandar’s cock when it was erect - Jesus, that thing was big! Not quite as big as the horse hung actors he’d seen in some gay porn, but still huge. Seeing where his eyes were fastened, Azzandar smiled toothily as he crawled up onto the bed.
“Do you like what you see, Chris?” he said in velvet tones.
He could only nod helplessly, which made Azzandar chuckle as he reached out and grabbed Chris’s shirt. He pulled the human in for a devastating kiss, his pointed, slightly raspy tongue gliding into Chris’s mouth and conquering everything within. Chris moaned, a sound lost as Azzandar’s mouth plundered his ruthlessly. Clawed fingers gripped his chin and held him still as Azzandar scoured his mouth and reduced him to a quivering mass.
His eyes were glazed and blank when the former demon finally pulled back. Azzandar smirked in satisfaction as he took a hold of Chris’s shirt and yanked. Buttons popped and fabric tore, and the human squeaked in shock as his shirt was pulled off of him in a tattered mass. “Hey!” he protested.
“You can purchase more clothing, Chris,” Azzandar pointed out ruthlessly.
“Still…let me do that!” he cried, batting Azzandar’s hands away from his pants. “I’ll do it!”
“Very well. But do it quickly,” Azzandar replied impatiently.
Chris’s hands fumbled with his pants, because he was sure that if he didn’t get out of them fast enough, Azzandar would rip them right off of him. While there was something very sexy about that thought, he liked this pair of pants and didn’t want them shredded. He shucked out of the pants and his underwear, putting them aside as Azzandar watched him approvingly. “That is better,” he snarled, then pounced on Chris like the giant cat he(sort of) was.
The human found himself lying on the bed with Azzandar hovering over him. “I shall devour you whole,” he said, lowering his head so that their lips were practically brushing together.
Surprisingly, this statement brought no fear with it. Despite his appearance and temperament, Chris found that he wasn’t afraid of Azzandar. Maybe he was just crazy or stupid, but that’s the way it was. He lay back and waited to see what Azzandar would do next, fearlessly putting himself into the claws of a creature that had the soul of a demon in a cat/human body. Okay, he was definitely crazy(or just really, REALLY horny!), but who cared…
Azzandar’s tongue flicked out and drew a trail along his jaw line. He tilted his neck back and arched a little, and the former demon nipped lightly at his neck. “I think,” he purred against Chris’s skin, “That I will make sure that you cannot stop me from doing whatever I wish to you.” he grabbed Chris’s hands, and hauled them over his head. The human blinked up at him, trying to gather the energy to protest, but while he was doing that Azzandar reached out and grabbed the belt from his pants and used it to lash his hands together above his head. Then he wound the belt over the rung on the headboard of the bed, leaving Chris trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
Azzandar smiled wickedly down at him, tracing his cheek with a clawed finger. “This will only hurt a little,” he told Chris, who began to feel somewhat apprehensive. Seeing the fear in his eyes, the former demon said: “Do not fear me, Chris. I have no reason to hurt you. Well, not much, anyway. Perhaps a little pain, to enhance your pleasure - but no more than that. I owe you for taking care of me for all of this time. You have been a good slave - now I will give you a reward for your service.”
Chris might have protested the ‘slave’ appellation, but it was pretty much true. Humans were slaves to cats, and wasn’t Azzandar merely a very large cat with some human aspects? The former demon lowered his head, pausing when his lips were very close to Chris’s chest. “You will enjoy this, I promise.” he growled.
Chris could do nothing after that but cry out wildly, because Azzandar’s wicked, wicked tongue was doing the most amazing, horrible things to the sensitive skin of his chest and his nipples. Azzandar bit, licked, and nuzzled at the hard points, driving him crazy. Clawed fingers brushed over his skin, sometimes pressing hard enough to leave marks. The slight pain only enhanced the pleasure he was feeling, just as Azzandar had said it would. He panted and whimpered, arching his back and tugging at the belt holding his hands above his head.
Azzandar nibbled at his left nipple, using his fangs to almost break the skin. Chris cried out incoherently, and shuddered as the former demon’s fingers wrapped around his cock and tugged at it. “Your body likes it,” he noted in his dark, sensual voice. He pressed his thumb in just under the tip, and Chris jerked against his bonds.
Azzandar slid down the bed gracefully, and Chris lifted his head a little as the former demon knelt off the bed between Chris’s spread legs. He flicked his tongue in the air teasingly as he met Chris’s eyes, and remembering what that slightly raspy thing had felt like on his poor, abraded nipples, he shuddered again as he imagined it touching the sensitive tip of his cock. He might have begged Azzandar not to do it, expect he couldn’t speak anymore and the wretched creature probably wouldn’t listen to him anyway. So he resigned himself to the combination of pain and pleasure that he was sure to experience, and bit at his lower lip a little as Azzandar bent his head(ever so slowly, the bastard!) and lapped at the twitching tip of Chris’s cock with his tongue.
He nearly wailed at the friction, like very mild sandpaper. His legs jerked, but Azzandar’s hands held them apart as the horrible creature licked a delicate line down Chris’s cock with his tongue. He took his time, tormenting the human, causing Chris to writhe in his bonds and make small sounds of pain and pleasure in the back of his throat. Then he bucked upward, nearly screaming, when Azzandar’s horrible, wonderful tongue trailed over his balls…
“Oh, God!" Chris cried, “Stop!” but Azzandar didn’t listen, continuing to lick his balls over and over. Then he closed his mouth over the left one and began to suckle at it, and Chris cries changed from half-pain and half-pleasure to all pleasure. He shivered as Azzandar drove him wild, sweat springing out on his skin in a thick coating as Azzandar tortured him so pleasurably.
Teeth broke through his skin, and he cried out again as Azzandar began to bite at his inner thighs. He tensed and tried to pull his legs away, but strong hands held them open so that Azzandar could bite and suck hickeys out of the tender inner skin of his thighs relentlessly. Clawed fingers slid down to pull his buttocks apart, and a loud cry rang out as Azzandar lowered his head and began to rim Chris with his raspy tongue…
Oh, shit! He couldn’t believe how awful it felt(and how wonderful, as well) that tongue licking over the twitching ring of his anus over and over again. He would have begged for Azzandar to stop, but he couldn’t speak anymore. He could only writhe and twist and jerk in Azzandar’s grasp, while the former demon tormented him in an incredibly pleasurable - and also quite painful - way. That tongue abraded him, but it also brought all of his nerve endings alive. But just when he thought that he couldn’t take it anymore without dying - or coming - Azzandar withdrew his tongue and lifted his head.
Chris whimpered, not in pain this time but almost in disappointment. Azzandar grinned down at him savagely. He thrust a finger into Chris’s body(careful of the claw), making the human cry out weakly. “I think that you’re ready for me,” Azzandar noted smugly.
“No,” he managed to moan, “Please, Azzandar. In the drawer, by the bed…please…lube…” he had to get this out, because if Azzandar stuck that huge thing in him with no lube at all he really WOULD die…
The former demon cocked his head, but then moved away and rounded the bed. He opened the drawer and reached out to pick up the tube of lubrication that Chris kept there. “What is it?” he asked as he looked at it. He didn’t know human writing, so he couldn’t read what was written on the bottle.
“It’s lube,” Chris panted. “You put it on yourself, on your penis, before you put it in me. Please, if you just stick it in me I’ll tear apart. You’re too big.”
“Ahh,” Azzandar hummed in understanding. “As you wish. I promised not to hurt you too much, and I will keep my word.” he studied the tube, then managed to figure out how to flip the top open. He looked satisfied as Chris told him how to squeeze some of the stuff onto his palm.
Azzandar considered the slick stuff on his palm, then reached down to smear it onto his cock. He made a low, growling sound of pleasure at the feel of it. No wonder humans used this stuff. But touching his erection only made him feel even more impatient lust. He needed to be buried in hot tightness, and he needed it now! He strode back to the end of the bed, lifted and pulled Chris’s legs apart, and sank himself into the human in one long push.
Chris screamed. The lube helped a lot, but it had been months since he’d had sex - and none of his partners had EVER been this big! It felt like he’d been split in two by that huge thing! Azzandar looked down at him, at his twisted face and the tears glimmering on his cheeks. While those tears excited him, and made him want to ram into the human without mercy, he remembered his promise not to permanently hurt Chris or to torture him too much. So he stood still between Chris’s spread legs, waiting for the human to adjust. He didn’t mind doing so anyway - he was buried in squeezing hot tightness at last, he wanted to savor each moment of it. He listened to Chris’s panting breaths, and saw the way the human’s jaw slowly unclenched and his face relaxed as the pain slowly began to pass.
Azzandar reached down between Chris’s legs and took a hold of his limp cock. He began to squeeze and pull at it lightly, encouraging it to return to full hardness. He knew that this would take Chris’s mind off of the huge burning spike buried in his innards, and would help him adjust to the penetration. He ran his thumb over the tip, which had begun to weep precum. Chris moaned softly, his back arching off the bed a little.
“Shall I move?” Azzandar asked after a few minutes of manual manipulation of Chris’s cock. It was now fully hard and red, twitching in his grasp.
“Yes,” Chris choked, squirming under him.
His lips lifting in a sensual snarl, Azzandar pulled back a little and pushed in again. Chris gasped, his head rolling on the bed. Azzandar did it again, harder this time. Chris only moaned and arched for him. Satisfied that the human wasn’t in (much) pain anymore, Azzandar began to to ride him, hard. His thrusts were powerful, and his hips slapped against Chris’s ass on each inward stroke. He maintained his grip on Chris’s cock, tugging and pulling at it as he drove into the tight, squirming body under him. The human panted and cried out, his face and neck turning red as he arched off the bed to meet each thrust.
Azzandar made sure to cannily position himself so that he could pummel Chris’s prostate, and the human went wild under him. He growled hungrily as he slammed into Chris, humping the human for all that he was worth. He battered at that tight hole, his lips drawn up off his teeth and his yellow eyes narrowed. He squeezed Chris’s cock once, hard, and the human shrieked in pain and pleasure as his body convulsed and he began to come violently. Azzandar roared out in his own pleasure as Chris’s tightening, twitching muscles grabbed a hold of him and finished him off. He shot his seed into that convulsing, tightening space, shoving in hard as he emptied himself into Chris’s trembling body.
Chris lay limply on the bed, not moving at all. He could have been dead - except for the fact that his chest was heaving and Azzandar could clearly hear his heartbeat. The former demon smiled slightly, triumphantly, as he looked at the annihilated human. It pleased him to know that he’d have an outlet for the dark lusts that built up in him when he performed on stage. Neon of those humans that he danced for was worthy to take his seed. But Chris…Chris was as close to worthy as a human could come to lay with a demon. And so he would be Azzandar’s concubine as well as his personal slave, meeting all of the demon’s needs. And he’d make sure that Chris enjoyed every second of it, and had no complaints whatsoever about being his bedmate…
*****
Azzandar sat cross-legged on the bed, holding Chris’ naked body in his lap. The human was sitting on his cock, and his low moans excited the former demon as he held Chris’ arms above his head and thrust up into the quivering body on his lap. One of his hands held Chris’ wrists, while the other one curled around his chest so that Azzandar could pinch his nipples lightly and make him feel the combination of pain and pleasure that the human had come to crave over the last few months. Chris whimpered, and Azzandar smiled toothily as he pushed up even harder than usual in response.
He whispered into his slave’s ear: “You like this, don’t you, Chris? You like me to fuck you hard. Would you also like me to let you come? Do you want to scream as I show you more pleasure
than anyone else ever has?”
“Yes,” Chris moaned desperately. “Please. Azzandar, let me come.”
The former King of the Demons chuckled. “Of course I shall…eventually,” he purred wickedly. “When you can’t take anymore. Then and only then will I allow you to come.”
Chris whimpered again, a desperate, pathetic sound. Azzandar growled and nipped at his ear, excited by Chris’ distress. It wasn’t as though the human were being permanently harmed by any of this - a little torture only enhanced the sexual experience for both of them. And he knew that it did for Chris, because the human never complained afterward about how he was treated in bed. And he always came back for more, no matter what Azzandar did to him. He was a good little submissive slave, which Azzandar thoroughly appreciated. Good slaves were hard to find, and were worth more than their weight in gold. They should never be abused or destroyed if possible. A little torture was fine, but to harm a worthwhile slave not only meant that you were a bad master, it also meant that you were a fool since you might never be able to find another to replace the slave if you did permanent harm to them. And Azzandar was canny enough to understand that. He was always careful to only push Chris a little, not break him.
Chris’ mouth was hanging open as he panted for breath. His cock, bound up in a silken length of intricately tied ribbon, twitched desperately as his body sought release. His whole body was tense as a bow string as Azzandar continued to thrust up into him and torment him at the same time. Claws scratched lightly at his nipples, abrading them just a little. That sand paper tongue lapped down his neck and laved over his jaw line, making him quiver. He didn’t even have breath enough left to beg anymore.
“Mm, I think that I shall come soon,” Azzandar said in his ear. “Would you like to come with me, Chris?”
He croaked, struggling to speak. “Pllleaassee,” he managed to get out, a single sound full of desperation.
Another dark chuckle. “Very well. You have earned it.” Azzandar’s hand dropped into his lap, and
Chris cried out incoherently as he felt fingers undoing the complex knot of silk ribbon. He keened, his body convulsing, as the ribbon was pulled away and those clawed fingertips ran lightly down the length of his tormented penis. He began to come violently, spraying out his semen over Azzandar’s coaxing fingers. He shook and writhed as the demon drove up inside him once more, then began to come himself inside of Chris’ body.
Chris went limp, completely spent and worn out. Azzandar laughed as he picked the human up bodily and bore him into the bathroom to clean them both up after that intense bout of sex. The former demon liked to sleep in the nude, and he hated having drying semen on his skin when he did so. In some ways he was as fastidious as the cat he had once been, strangely. And Chris didn’t mind, since it meant that he could zone out while Azzandar washed them both up in the shower. He was too tired and worn out to be able to clean himself as the moment anyway, and he was almost always like this after Azzandar and he had had sex.
He lay with closed eyes, limp in Azzandar’s arms, as the former demon turned on the shower and stepped into it. The warm water felt good on his skin, and he sighed happily. Chris had discovered something about himself over the past few months of living with Azzandar and being the former demon’s sex slave - what he’d always mistaken before as him being a push-over was really a strong streak of submissiveness running through him. With Azzandar, that submissiveness worked because the former cat/demon already thought of Chris as being his slave, and treated him accordingly. He didn’t sneer at Chris for being the way he was; rather, he appreciated Chris’ submissive nature and rewarded him for it. It was - freeing. He could just be himself, who he’d always been, without worrying about his sexual partner looking down on him for being a ’pussy’. To his surprise, Chris had begun to realize that he’d never been happier than he was now. How strange was that? He lived with an arrogant, horrible former demon, and was pretty much the creature’s total slave, and he was incredibly happy about that fact. Life was really weird sometimes.
Azzandar was soaping his naked body up one-handed. Chris didn’t try to move; he was always worn-out after one of their marathon sex sessions.
He was content to lay in Azzandar’s embrace, his eyes closed and his whole body humming contentedly in the aftermath of that intense bout of sex. He didn’t want to move or think at all; and fortunately for him, Azzandar never required him to do so just after they’d had sex.
Chris was distantly grateful that Azzandar made enough dancing at the club that he didn’t have to work anymore. He didn’t know how he’d ever have been able to go into work and labor for eight hours or more at a time the day after he’d been worked over by Azzandar in bed. And since the former demon was incredibly demanding and insatiable, every day was a day after for Chris now. All he had to do was household chores, and sometimes he had to drag himself out of bed and hobble around doing even those little things slowly and carefully. Although lately his body seemed to be adjusting more to its constant nightly work-outs, and he had more energy during the day to do the laundry, clean the apartment, and cook for both himself and Azzandar. He’d even started to consider looking for a bigger apartment for the two of them, since Azzandar made enough stripping that they could afford a nicer, less cramped place to live.
His one worry was Azzandar’s obsession with returning to the Dark Realms to reclaim his throne and become a demon again. Not that there seemed any way that he could actually do that, not while he wore the slave collar around his neck…but he’d shown himself to be very cunning and adaptable so far. What if he actually found a way to have that collar removed? He’d go back to where he’d come from originally, and forget his former slave without a second thought. Chris didn’t know how he’d be able to stand that if it happened. He supposed that he’d go back to his normal, ordinary, dull life, working for a living and coming home to an empty apartment with no one waiting for his return. He might even adopt another cat to keep him company. But even the thought of returning to that miserable, empty existence made him want to burst into tears. It was his most intense fear, and sometimes it gnawed at him. Especially in the middle of the night, when he’d wake up gasping from nightmares in which he’d come home to the apartment only to find it empty...and no trace of Azzandar anywhere.
He tried to push these thoughts out of his mind as he enjoyed Azzandar’s ministrations. After all, how could the former demon possibly find a way to remove that slave collar? The human who’d tried to do a spell to remove it had been reduced to ashes in the attempt, and Chris doubted that there was a human anywhere who was strong enough to actually cast the spell that would remove the collar. After all, Azzandar had told him that over a dozen demon wizards had made the collar in the first place, binding it around his neck with their magic. What was one half-trained human against that many demon wizards? He had nothing to worry about.
Azzandar carried him back out into the bedroom, laying him down on the bed. The former demon then crawled in beside him and curled himself around Chris’ naked body, something he’d taken to doing lately. It was as though he were claiming his human slave even in his sleep. He promptly fell asleep, and began a rumbling purr that had startled Chris the first few times he’d started doing it, but now comforted him and helped him to sleep. He slid away into dreamland held in Azzandar’s arms, and had only good dreams for the rest of the night…
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