Demi-servant Novels & Stories

The many colours of angry swirling magic thrashing against the jars that have them contained until they are needed. One of my servants comes in. She is a submissive demon, I have a few that work in my household. “Are you ready to get out mistress?” She asks with her head bowed at all times, her eyes flick to the hologram of Chemosh’s daughter before looking back to the floor.

I nodded and said, "That feels good. " "Get down on your knees. Beg me. " My head snapped up and I shouted at him, "Are you playing with me? " "How can you say playing? You're the one who said you liked it and wanted more." I blushed, "Our agreement was that I would be a servant for you, not a whore." "In my world, a servant has to do everything to make his master happy." He winked at me, "Right now, what makes me happy is the sex with you ."

She cast her eyes down at his wares, hiding her expression under the guise of examining them a little more carefully. "The giant, sir." There was a long moment of silence before she looked up. He looked agape and she fought the blush that crept up her throat. His look turned from surprise to wariness. "I didn't know he kept another servant, just that dark looking fellow."She cleared her throat and fiddled with one of the bracelet's. "Demitri." "Whats that?" "His name's Demitri....the servant." "I see." His expression darkened even more. She let out a little sigh and looked him in the eye squaring herself.

The older man at the door looked back and forth between my tormentor and me. His kind eyes were filled with confusion. It was clear that he did not know what to do. “This… He…” The cleaner pointed at me. My tormentor remained stunned for a moment. Then, he seemed to think of something, and his expression relaxed. His tone became arrogant as he said, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone discipline their servant?” He pointed at me too, the gold ring on it gleaming, and shot me a warning gaze.

They hugged for a little while before they left themselves, the tiny faires still perching on Elle shoulders. Elle then turned back to face the other four with a big smile on her face, "You probably don't know who this is right?" Mamock asked pointing at the strange face standing beside her and Elle just nodded with a pleasant smile on her face. "I'm Demi, a halfling" the strange man introduced himself while stretching out his hand for a handshake. Elle grabbed his hand with a smile on her face "I'm Elle, the life force" the man smile with a nod.

Any thoughts about her could lead to their death! Of the two men, one was extremely tall and the other was extremely short. The tall man was slim and lanky. His muscles weren’t well defined, neither was his face the most pleasant thing to behold. He was hunched over, and his arms were much longer than his legs, so much so that they were almost dragging on the floor. He was average looking at best, and his strange frame kept people away from him. This tall man a High Level Divine Servant at the 7th stage of the Nobility Realm. He was a master of no weapons other than his own body. For his long nails were refined and sharper than many Mid-Level Weapons and comparable to High level Weapons. And

Gemma had to get rid of this creature first, because his existence was awkward. Gemma cleared her throat. “Servant,” she called. “Yes?” “Does every time I go, you have to come along?” Gemma tilted her head, her hair falling to one side. Servant, who was trying to spread butter on the surface of the bread, put a butter knife on the bread and then put his hands on the edge of the counter. His brows furrowed and his jaw moved slowly. He was thinking. Gemma would have said Servant’s expression was adorable if only he wasn’t Heros, with a soul older than her father.

The male possessed the arrogant expression of all demons, but it was the sneer on his thin lips and the way that he held himself aloof from the others that revealed he thought he was far too good to be a servant. “Not a high position,” Kain murmured. Many demons petitioned demons for favors, and in return they were asked to pay a tithe. They rarely realized that they would be paying for the rest of eternity. Those servants most favored were sent to collect the tithes from the fey or harpies. The least favored were stuck with orcs and trolls. “Perhaps the lycan king promised a more prestigious place in his lair.” “Possible,” Ethan agreed. Pearl ignored both of them. Her attention was focused

She tried to pull herself from the floor to continue packing her things but the pain was so intense she gave up, laying on the floor to weep bitterly. The head servant, Demiris, entered the kitchen to see the kitchen servants chattering and pinching off the food they were supposed to be preparing for the household. He pursed his thin lips at their gluttony and foolishness. He cleared his throat and all their eyes flew towards the door, they immediately disbanded and scrambled to their duties at the sight of him, those who had been picking at the food quickly threw what was left in their hands into their mouths discreetly. He shook his head.

Their moans echoed off the walls before she pulled away only to answer his question. “Demi… My name is D… Demi.” Ares looked down at the little Keres as she answered his question. His grin growing wider looking more manic than ever. “That’s right, your name is Demi.” Ares clenched his teeth and fisted her hair. He leaned forward placing his arm around her waist and forcefully pulled her tiny body up to his height. Giving him easier access to her. He crashed his lips to hers. Never minding the tiny whimper that left her mouth. He didn’t care if it was a whimper of want or if it was due to him being too rough with her. This is what a Keres is for, to serve him.