Demoness

Further observation showed that yes, a demon, or rather a demoness... or... here's a burp of sectarians, I was perplexed. The fact is that the winged abomination had made it to my island, where it crashed. It was a sight, though... well, first of all, on the head of a rather pretty, as far as I could "contour-monochrome" see, female face, something like a small crown was sprouting through the loose hair, as far as I could tell, of horns. Further, the succubus, and I decided to call my guest that, was, of course, a naked, rather spectacularly shapely lady. If it weren't for one "but" - there was a real, albeit small and not erect penis dangling from her clitoris. Of the "extended functionality" of the demoness, who was crouching in an embryonic pose and howling (sour-sweetly, rather pleasantly, somewhat confused, I stated) were the tentacles that replaced the arms from my forearms.

If this is my delusion, I'll be damned if I need treatment, because it would take a lot to bring my subconscious to such a perversion, I made a few rapid-fire diagnoses for myself. And sobbing, the filth.

The filth, meanwhile, continued to shake my body (which caused some rather sticky jiggling of my boobs), pulled its tentacles away from my face, and stared at me with bewilderment. After a second, she licked her obviously overly long tongue, shone some light at me, but immediately crouched down on her four bones, sprawling her gorgeous ass. And she showed me another ornament besides her ass and disappeared wings: a tail a meter long, jerky, thick, and naked, growing from her tailbone.

- Please have mercy, High One! I do not want to die, I will do anything you wish, forgive my mistake, your mastery of Chaos is incomparable," she blanched kneeling, plunging me into the abysses of introspection.

I'm the one with the most forbidding and insane fetishes. And whether mine, I began to analyze, finally realized that, in spite of the tits and ass, and a pretty face, I just do not attract this glitch at all. In terms of desire - no reaction at all.

Hm, and if you imagine a couple of scenes with his latest passion, I thought, imagined and became somewhat excited, and clearly began to glow a little differently, which noted not only me but also my glitch, fidgetily crawled to me on his lap and pulling his tentacles. Where it doesn't need to go.

- I'll be right there, Supreme, I'll do anything, you'll be satisfied, may the name of the Lord of Changes be praised! - she muttered. - Will you take me with you? - She mouthed a pleading look at the succubus, pausing for a moment.

- Stop," I said in a gray-black tone, wondering in passing that any communication was possible. - There are questions for you," I said to the kneeling succubus.

- As the High One wills," she blinked her eyes and folded her tentacles in her lap.

I'm not sure if you're suggesting it's the delusion of a damaged brain, but we're communicating with the local "wind," which has color and flavor. The fact that I understand him is more proof (not much needed) of his delusions. However, as long as I am not cured by the good healers, let's play by the rules of delirium, at least we have some variety.

- Tell me everything," I clinked the black silver with a bitter aftertaste.

- I obey," the demoness face plastered to the ground again, wiggling her ass and tail.

But her story made me think of something that wasn't very pleasant. The narrator referred to a certain Prince of Pleasure, of which she was part, and my patron, she thought, was the Architect of Fate, the Lord of the Winds of Change... What nonsense, I thought. I am not a big fan of Andrew's hobby, but I knew the four "Gods of Chaos" a little, if more from the context.

Meanwhile, the demonette, who introduced herself as Laginia and the "demonette," was making her speech. How she was so fucking strong, desirable, persistent, and even, in her words, she had a place as a courtesan of the Pleasure Lord, but... Here the creature shuddered, shed a few tears, but continued. So, in one of the "entertainment" very young slaves were used as accessories, and the process of their "exploitation" led to their dismemberment.

And so, the trembling demonette confessed that the "consumable" she received at a certain stage of "exploitation" gave rise to certain memories.

- Just like my sister," the demonette sniffled. - Only I don't know why I remember her and where she came from," she continued.

Anyway, in the midst of a group orgy with dismemberment and other fun stuff, my vis-a-vis picked up the underfucked accessory and, knocking down the drooling colleagues, rushed into the sky, holding the girl. She flew off, hid it somewhere, and flew away from the pursuit, hooting and hooting. On the way, the pursuers caught up with her at the "border of the Great Chaos Realm," she voiced, shot her some nasty stuff, and left her for dead before they could follow her.

- So they will not look for me, Great One, I will not bring trouble, and in pleasures is skilful," she particled. - And strong, though you, with your power, could care less.

- I have nothing to do with Tzinch," I said, and the words caused a distinct wave of distortion, which I suppressed with my will-it was quite disgusting.

- Great Harlequin! - The demoness squealed, crawling on her ass away from me. - Don't mess with me, I beg you. I'm weak and pathetic, just kill me," she hysterically screamed.

- And I'm not a jester," I added.

- Are you kidding me? - the demonette whimpered through her sobs.

- No," I answered honestly. - I have nothing to do with the gods.

- But there's no way for a Deceiver to come here! - She burst out in indignation, even if it was through snot, Laginia. - Don't mock me, just kill me, please.

- And if I say that I am a man? - I asked.

- Ooh-hoo-hoo, human," the succubus chuckled softly. - In the heart of Chaos, where even the Lords try not to go. And I'm about to melt... it's probably for the best. And your disguise is perfect, your Jest, but a human," she chuckled again, "would turn into Chaos Primordial in a split second in this place.

- Hmm, still, I'm not a Jester, and I don't know who that is. What does it have to do with you being divorced? - I asked.

- As the Laughing Man wills," Laginia nodded. - The warp in the place where the Great One deigns to dwell is too close to the original Chaos to destroy any manifestation of the structure, your worthless handmaiden as well. And the unworthy one's powers are diminishing, so her existence will soon be over.

- Leave this place? - I began to warm up my mind.

- Forgive me, Great One, but there are no doubt the Werewolves waiting for me at the borders," was my reply.

- What kind of energy do you need? - I asked, already knowing the answer.

- The passion and lust of mortals, Great One," Laginia said.

Well, why not? Not my fetish, but after all, in a world of delusion, a naked succubus... And it's just a bit boring, and sex isn't the worst kind of pastime. On the other hand, even though the possibility of reality surrounding me is negligible, what if? I wondered if she would drink from me through my penis, if she would enslave me, or if she would do any other mischief, I thought as I stared at the succubus. I did not feel lust, and I was surprised at that.

I could try, though. It wasn't that hard, and I could push the obviously weakened woman away. And I wouldn't have to have full-blown sex, either. But leaving everything as it is would, by the terms of the delusion (or delusional reality), dispel her. And I'll be left alone to experiment with wind and rays for who knows how long. To hell with it, I'll try it, I decided, pulling down my pants.

I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, but I was still in the middle of the night, and I was still in the middle of the night. Technically, she was above all possible praise, and her tentacles skillfully caressed what was needed, and what was not. I had to wiggle the underserved machine demandingly. I was not able to feel the fire in my loins, but I was physiologically aroused, so there was nothing to interrupt it.

In the end, I came safely... and pulling up my homemade pants, I watched in amazement the demoness shuddering in convulsions of multiple orgasm. What the hell is this, I wondered. Yes, judging by the interpretation of my observations (which, admittedly, I spent more energy and attention on than on the process itself), at the moment of orgasm the demoness received a small fraction of my luminescence. Which I produced in many times greater quantities. What's she so freaked out about? Or is this "imitation orgasm of the eightieth level," I hummed.

However, looking at not only the monochrome "image", but also the shimmering light made it clear that the result of the experiment had some effect on the demonette. Both externally - no longer moaning, she looked noticeably "livelier", and in the local, abstractly delirious perception, becoming "more contrasting" and more "lily-scented".

- Great, that's a great deception, but I'm..." The lady hesitated, her eyes rounded to anime proportions. - Full of energy, and this is no joke! Hail, great one! - She began her exercise, with a pounding of her face against the island.

- Stop it," I voiced, taking a seat on the grass. - I need information. Whatever you think you know, I have nothing to do with the gods. But don't lie to me and try to use me," I blurted ruby-sweetly, and the succubus, who had stopped beating her bows, shrank back and looked pathetic.

But she nodded and began "to be of service to the Great One in any way he desires. In general, it should be noted that the lady did not differ particular intelligence and erudition, although thoroughly knew the many types and kinds of demons of Chaos, as the "serial" and exclusive. Of course, she was damn well versed in sex, though I never "flamed" at her, coitus was a kind of "work" for me, quite pleasant, but somewhat pointless, if not for talking and teaching.

More precisely, Laginia could not teach me any of the "witchcraft. I did not understand what she was doing, she did not understand what I was doing - in her words, I was "distorting Chaos. Except that we couldn't find a use for this "distortion" other than "distorting Chaos to destroy the remains of the structure" like the islands. And my "native" energy was a treat for the succubus, the height of desire. That is, if you accept the delusion as reality, I have instead of a weapon - a huge cake.

But there were no excesses, and having a companion and even a certain "occupation" brightened my stay in this wild place. And, it should be noted, the demonette got rid of the penis in place of the clitoris at the first request, and over time "my" glow, which was, obviously, energy, began to change her - both energetically and banal in appearance, adjusting to my "standards". I even began to feel quite natural interest in her, weak so far, but no longer at the level of "donation.

Naturally, both the irony of being with the "demon of passion" and a weak interest in it, in addition to the "wrong witchcraft" and other moments did not escape me. However, as I found an interlocutor and a community, I became more and more convinced of the "reality of the delusion. More precisely, it was becoming clear and pleasant to me, and, as a consequence, it was simply reasonable and convenient to perceive what was given to me as reality.

By the way, a rather amusing point was that Laginia was in need of sleep. The sleeping demon, against the backdrop of the awake me, was quite comical, and it asserted her in my "divine" nature. What's more, she was fine with it, the suggestion (albeit with a gritted tooth) "Leave if you want," was answered with an embrace of my knees and a plea not to chase her away. Quite amusingly, I personally, slowly but surely, was beginning to tire of the measured rhythm of our existence.

I had, as far as I could tell, pumped up my sensory perception or interpretation of what I perceived. The same grass was multicolored, the demoness various shades of blue and purple, the stone gray and black, and I was normal. "I still couldn't do "witchcraft," but I had one good thing going for me: I couldn't do witchcraft "on me" (I had to force and even knock a certain organ on my forehead) - I just intercepted, redirected and distorted the structured "rays" and "wind. In general, I could not learn anything, I listened to the stories of my demonette a couple of times, and began to understand the structure and hierarchy of demons and even the orders of spacecraft, assigned to the respective gods of chaos.

Even the few scraps of Laginia's knowledge of the Imperium and the local spiky ears, Eldar, the former employer's favorite yum-yum of the demonettes, I picked up and remembered.

But I didn't have time to get bored. At one of the most unpleasant moments, on the thirtieth or so sleep cycle of my demonette, and at the very moment of sleep, "light and wind" literally a couple of steps away from her stirred, went in waves, and suddenly appeared a black and purple oval, about two and a half meters by one and a half. A certain type appeared from there, and when I saw it, I got a stupor and sensory shock. He was NORMAL! I mean, his colors were colors, not a wild sensory medley. All in all, it was a normal person. About thirty years old, wearing some kind of leather armor. Covered with narrow scroll seals and all sorts of costume jewelry with skulls and two-headed German eagles and the Latin letter "I," and with a skull on top of it.

But he was an absolute bastard and scum. For the first thing he did when he appeared was (while I was clicking my beak!) to throw some powder at the lying Laginia, to which she responded with a sipping and a bewildered look. "Excludunt a chaos!" he pronounced evidently scoldingly, pulling off a chain-wrapped book from his belt. Excluded, the brat or something, I thought in passing, getting up. IAnd he didn't have time for a damn thing - thin chains struck from the book stretched out toward Laginia and... tore her to shreds, literally in a second!