CHAPTER 1: THE SUMMONER, HIS WHORE

His claws dug into my back, blood tracing down my body as he grabbed my cock and began stroking. His forked tongue dragged down my neck to my chest, swirling around my nipples. His large, rock-hard dick slapped against my thigh, grinding slowly as he stroked harder. 

A soft moan escaped my lips as I closed my eyes, trying–and failing–to control myself. I wasn't supposed to find pleasure in this. He was meant to be bound to me, under my command. 

But that fire… I just couldn't resist him. 

“KNEEL, MORTAL," his voice rang out, deep and guttural. 

I looked up at him, my teeth clenching as I struggled to defy him, to tell him to his face that he had no control over me. But although my heart rebelled, my body did the opposite. 

The chains binding me tightened, a sharp pleasure running through my blood-slick skin as I dropped down to my knees. The smile on his face widened, his long sharp fangs glistening in the moonlight as he grabbed me by my hair, pulling my face closer to his crotch. 

“SUCK ME," he growled, his grip on my hair tightening as he shoved his hard dick at my face. “PLEASURE ME LIKE THE FUCKING WHORE YOU ARE, KAELEN.”

I tried to say no, to resist, but before the thought could reach my lips, his dick slipped into my mouth. My mouth burned the moment his member entered but the pain only made me want more of him. 

At first it was difficult as his dick was too big to fit in my mouth, but seconds later, I adapted. I soon found myself sucking his juicy cock, drool dripping down my lips as my head bobbed up and down. It didn't take me long to realize that this wasn't his doing any longer, but mine. 

I wanted him badly, to have his burning cum coating the walls of my mouth. I wanted… the Demon King. 

I know it sounds like a lot, but it didn't start here. Let me tell you how I summoned the Hell Overlord–and made a deal I couldn't escape. 

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“Krack Thun kaesh, zun dar ravak." 

I dropped to my knees, my sharp blade biting into my flesh and drawing blood. I winced a little from the pain but refused to hesitate. The blood dripped down into the cracked marble, flowing through the runes etched into the ground. 

“Athara Djiórk garan thor, Fjorã lekondria." 

The runes pulsated like a heartbeat as they began to glow ominously. Above me, the torn roof of the broken cathedral trembled as thunder shook the heavens, lightning cutting through the ruins of stained glass. Rain began pouring through the open roof, damping my torn clothes and soaking the dry pages strewn across the altar before me.

Suddenly, I heard a twig snap and I turned. The area was empty, save for a mouse nibbling on an insect—likely the source of the sound—but my heart still raced with fear. It was only a matter of time before they found me. I had to move fast. 

I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. 

“Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–”

The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place. 

And then– silence…

“What?" I muttered under my breath, my trembling hands grabbing the spell book. "Why the fuck didn't it work?” 

I could hear Commander Darion's voice outside commanding his soldiers to keep on searching for me. They were soon to have my head and my one chance of going against them was a hoax.

“FUCK!!!" I screamed as I threw the book against the wall. "Skarr had a fucking knock-off. Where the hell is–”

“YOU SUMMONED ME." 

I froze, my words dying in my throat as I slowly looked up. My eyes widened at the towering figure before me–skin red as coal and burning with fire that radiated heat even from afar. 

Seated atop a jagged obsidian throne that hadn't been there moments ago, was Thrakos.

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile.

He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? 

“What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

Thrakos's laughter echoed off cathedral walls as he stared down at me. “You spill blood, open the veil, and expect me to show up clothed?” he sneered, his head shaking. "Mortals. Always worried about decency."

I relaxed my hands back down a little, my eyes dropping to the floor. "I… didn't think I could call you," I said, softly to myself rather than him. "I didn't expect it to work."

The Demon King cocked his brow. "And yet here I am."

My heart thudded in my chest as I smiled. This was it. He was here and that meant my plan could really work. I took a deep breath and began speaking the ancient binding spell to force him under my command. 

"K'yashur Thandiçk Kär--" 

But I had barely spoken the third word of the spell when I felt a surge of heat envelope air. I looked up, watching as Thrakos extended a finger. I tried to speak, to ask him what he was doing when I realized… my lips were shut tight. I breathed in through my nostrils, tugging at my clenched jaws as fear filled me. 

"Dare to bind me, mortal?" Thrakos said as he calmly rose from his throne, the ground underneath his feet melting into molten lava as he walked towards me. 

I crawled backwards, my body trembling as I tried completing the spell. But my throat was sealed shut and not even a whisper slipped out. 

"Poor little summoner," he taunted as he stood over me, his claws pulling my chin. "You thought a few stolen words would hold me? That I would kneel to you?"

I tried to turn back and run, but before I could make any move, a gust of wind picked me up and slammed me to the ground. Arcane chains exploded from the summoning circle, wrapping around my wrists, my ankles, my chest before pulling me up on my knees. 

“You look… decent,” Thrakos said with a chuckle as he waved his hands. My clothes erupted into flames, burning to a crisp and leaving me kneeling there, naked. 

I tugged at the chains, trying to break them but the more I struggled, the more it bit into my skin. 

“You summoned me here to have me under your control," he breathed, as he knelt down in front of me, his hands grabbing my throat, "but I'll give you something better."