Of Demons & Deals

Authors Note: The female character is one that I played with my D&D group (old school with paper and dice and everything). The other characters are the ones played by the other members of my group and the NPC’s created by our wonderfully sick and twisted DM. This fic is something that took place during one of our campaigns. And yes, my friends and I are evil, sick little puppies.

The pairing is het (sort of) with blood, violence, language and almost non-con sex. NC-17 rating applies. You were warned.

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Thanks to my beta Lady Casper for doing this twisted piece of work. You rock chicky.


Of Demons And Deals

We were on our way to castle Thyhery to burn it to the ground. We had been hired to do so by a man calling himself Alkonar. He even said we could keep any gold and artifacts we found. We would have done that anyway but sometimes it’s nice to have permission. He didn’t even care if we took some of the castle folk as slaves/food.

Praise be to Loviator, but I loved a generous patron.

I looked to my traveling companions and thanked Loviator once again at my good fortune in finding them in the bar. They may have been humans, but they didn’t care that I wasn’t one. All they cared about was what my fighting/magic abilities would bring them in the field of battle. They didn’t care that I played with the enemy before dealing the final blow, trying to wring as much pain and suffering from them as possible for my Goddess. I thought that I could get to like these humans enough not to try and eat them.

The anti-paladin of Velsharoon and I got along fine and had often sat around the evening campfire discussing torture methods. He was nowhere near as good at it as me, but he did have some interesting techniques to share involving forced decay on living things as a torture method. I thought he was a nice enough human even if he never would let me take just a little taste of that zombie war horse he rode or let me convert him to serve the one true Goddess.

The wizard I was a little wary of. He was insane. Truly and completely mad. He had no regard for any of his traveling companions and would hurl fireballs and magic missiles directly into melee regardless of whether or not we were in the line of fire. I didn’t mind the pain this caused; what priestess of Loviator would? It just annoyed me when he cooked the enemy as I found they always tasted better raw. He mostly left me alone as he was afraid of women. Granted, most of the time he forgot I was one as it seems to be hard for humans to tell a Lizard-Man from a Lizard-Woman.

I don’t know how either of them could have confused me with a male of my species. I knew I wasn’t the prettiest female out there, but I did alright. My scales were a nice camoflague pattern of greens, browns and greys. I had a bigger than average set of spine spikes traveling down from the top of my head to my tail. My tail was thick, strong and half my body length and ended in a cluster of sharp spikes; perfect for impaling. My eyes were the highly prized colour of sulphur and I had decorated the top most spines on my head with earrings and small gemstones. I kept my claws razor sharp and I had yet to loose any of my teeth permanently. I really couldn’t understand where the confusion of my sex came from.

I was glad that I wasn’t the one flying the carpet this time around. I’d been having a hard time getting the hang of it and was more than content to let someone else do the flying. I decided to offer a sacrifice to my Goddess to prepare myself for the upcoming battle. She was always pleased with any pain I caused in my capacity as her priestess.

The wizard spared me a glance when I began to chant softly and drew the silver blade from my belt. He snorted once and turned his attention back to the job of flying.

Damn heathen wizards with no respect for the True Goddess.

I drew the blade deeply across my chest at the end of each praise line. Soon, I had numerous lines and a small pool of blood in my lap. I felt Loviator bless me with her powers when a searing pain filled my body and left me gasping for breath. If I had not been sitting in the centre of the carpet, I’m sure I would have fallen off. Thrice damned wizard wouldn’t have stopped to pick me up either.

“You’re paying to get the blood out of the carpet at the next town we stop in,” warned Tharal when he flicked another glance back at me.

I lay in the pool of my own blood and waited for my natural regeneration to work its magic. I had time to recover before we reached our next overnight campground. I had learned the first night out with these humans that it was best to be in top shape whenever we were stopped for longer than a couple of hours. They had made some interesting enemies over the course of their travels before I joined up with them and quite a few of those enemies were still trying to hunt them down. I had never gotten the full story, but it had something to do with mind-flayers, a pirate ship loaded with stolen booty, a spell-jammer chair, an artifact of Power and a seriously pissed off lesser demon.

By the time the wizard landed the carpet for the night, I was healed and back in top form. I was hungry though and wished we had something tastier than the rations in our packs. I brightened considerably when I remembered that I had stuffed the arm of one of the men I had killed in the portable hole after I beat him to death with the wet end.

I was going to be eating good tonight.

Evanly, the anti-paladin landed his zombie horse and started to remove its gear. I argued briefly with Tharal about who should start the fire and finally relented when he pointed out that he had chosen a spot near a river so I wouldn’t have to cast water on myself. I didn’t believe he had done that for me, but it was true that I wouldn’t have to waste the spell if I could swim in the river.

I started the fire using flint and steel, not wanting to use a spell when I didn’t have to. Tharal and Evanly complained of their rations while I munched happily on the arm I had wisely saved for later. I was smarter than the average Lizard-Man. I was moderately pleased when neither one of them gave me looks of disgust or asked me to go somewhere else to eat my meal. I liked them, so I offered to share and was politely turned down.

After eating my fill and stashing the remainder of the arm back in the portable hole, I stood, stripped out of my Loviatarian scale mail and headed for the river. I eyed the river with a practiced glance and waded in. The cool water washed over my scales and felt heavenly. I almost felt guilty for feeling such pleasure instead of pain at the gentle touch of the river. I dove under the water and swam strongly to the bottom. I looked for fish in the muck at the bottom and was rewarded by a fat, silvery fish that tried to dart away from my snapping jaws.

I surfaced with the fish squirming in my mouth. I wondered what I could get from my companions for the fish. I had been eyeing an especially nice dagger that the wizard sometimes used but doubted he would part with it for a lonely fish. One of the smaller gems he was carrying would be a good trade though. I spiked the fish on a high tree branch and returned to the river for another chance at catching more fish. A girl, no matter her species, can always use more gems.

By the time I had finished playing in the river, I had four nice fish. I walked back to our camp and showed off my catch.

“I’ll trade you thessse fisssh for some gemsss,” I said.

Tharal and Evanly compared the fish to the rations they were eating and shrugged their shoulders. Both drew some of the smaller stones from their personal pouches and handed them to me as I passed them the fish.

“You could have cleaned them,” muttered Tharal.

“Why?” I asked, puzzled. The insides were often the best parts. I really liked the squishy eyeballs best.

“Human’s don’t generally eat the insides of the fish,” Evanly said as he set about cleaning the fish and skewering them on small sticks to cook over the fire. I picked up the fish innards from where Evanly had discarded them and happily slurped them up.

I settled myself against a log to examine my armour for dents and scratches. The wizard posted some protection wards around the camp; more for himself than his traveling companions, before pulling a book out of his bag and turning to read it in the light of the fire. I was curious as to what it was he was reading, but no questions about the contents of the book would be answered by the wizard. I got the idea that it might be something that I was best left not knowing about if I wanted to keep my sanity. Even though I was evil, the book made even me feel wary.

Once the meal of fish had been eaten, we each lost ourselves in thought as we sat around the fire. I tried to engage Evanly in a discussion about the finer points of keeping alive a victim for days of torture, but he seemed more intent on watching the wood burn. I sighed and pulled my whip making supplies from my bag and started working on a half finished project. Several hours passed in silence before I began to feel tired and put away my things. I had complete confidence that we would be safe from intruders during the night. The wizard had a shadow creature he had somehow captured patrolling the perimeter of our camp. Nothing bigger than a spider was getting by it.

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A voice called to me in my dreams. It whispered promises of power and riches. It felt very evil. Not that evil bothered me. I wasn’t exactly on the side of the good guys. None of my traveling companions were. To be blunt, we were all evil in our own special ways. I responded to the voice. I was curious to see what this big-bad had to offer and what I would have to do to get it.

//Who are you and what do you want of me?// I asked it.

//I am a greater demon. I want a very special minion. You can give that to me.//

//What do I get from thisss deal? You mentioned power and richesss. What, exactly do you have in mind to offer me and what will be your price for thisss?//

//The riches will come as the second part of our deal. The things that I can grant you are surely worth such a small price of providing me with the minion I seek.//

//What can you grant me?//

//What do you wish?//

I hadn’t just hatched from the egg nest yesterday. I knew better than to make a wish with something claiming to be a greater demon talking to me in my dreams. I was a lot wiser than the average Lizard-Man.

//What can you grant me?// I asked again.

I heard a nasty chuckle and thought I had just gone up a notch in the demon’s estimation. He proceeded to run off a list of things that he thought I’d be interested in for the job for getting him this minion he seemed to want so badly. I had to admit, I was interested in the things he said he could grant me. I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t shoveling me a load of shit to get what he wanted and leaving me high and dry for all my efforts.

//Am I the only one getting thisss offer?//

//No. I have made similar offers to your companions. It would be best if the three of you worked together to make the second part of this deal work. I have been informed that you three are going to castle Thyhery to burn it to the ground. I want a book and an object from that castle. It is currently protected, but should the castle fall, one of my minions will be able to get what I want.//

//Thisss minion you want usss to get, what’sss ssso ssspecial about it?//

//I don’t want you to get it. I want you to produce it.//

//I can raissse the dead for you, but ssso can the anti-paladin. What’sss ssso ssspecial about me doing it?//

//I don’t want a zombie. I want a living, breathing minion. In short, I want to fuck you, get you pregnant and take the demon-spawn back to my realm.//

It wasn’t the offer I had been expecting. I wasn’t in my breeding cycle and I had no desire to be sidelined for weeks at a time while the eggs developed. I told the demon so and was puzzled by the laughter he directed my way.

//Breeding cycle won’t matter in this case and you will produce the demon-spawn in twenty-four hours. You can spare twenty-four hours can’t you?//

Hell yes. For the things he was going to grant me, twenty-four hours was fine. We settled down to dickering over the finer points of our deal. It was rough going as we both tried to trap the other into getting less than they planned. I don’t know how much time had passed before we finally reached a deal that we could both grudgingly live with. I still had the nagging suspicion that I was getting screwed in this deal and not in the way the demon told me to expect. Deals with demons were always risky but this had a really good pay off. I was greedy enough to take what the demon offered and deal with the consequences later. The demon said he would be standing in our camp site when I awoke and he expected to close our deal shortly thereafter.

I woke up suddenly and found myself looking up at a very large demon. Even after I stood, he still topped my 6’-6” height by a good two feet. He even dwarfed the wizard who was almost seven feet tall.

“I am here to seal the deal with you three. These gifts we have agreed upon I give you in exchange for our agreed upon price. Do any of you wish to back out of the deal now?”

We all looked at each other and shook our heads as one. We were all greedy, amoral beings and wanted whatever we had been promised in our greater desire for power and wealth. The demon looked at me first. It was then that I really noticed that he was very male and very ready to seal the deal with me. Just looking at him, I knew it was going to hurt; a lot. I raised a hand to stop him from advancing any further.

“A moment to commune with my Goddessss. I would not want sssuch a ssstunning possssibility of pain to be wasssted. Ssshe will appreciate thisss gift of pain like none other I have offered Her.”

The demon sighed but gestured for me to go ahead. I sank to my knees and began my prayer to Loviator. I made no initial offer of pain as I knew what was to come would please Her more. I felt Her acceptance of the promise of the pain to come and broke off the prayer, leaving a channel open so She could receive the pain I would soon be sending Her.

When I was done with the prayers, I motioned the demon over as I rose to my feet. He wasted no time in striding over to where I stood and punched me solidly in the gut. I doubled over as the air whooshed out and hot pain bloomed in my belly. The demon spun my doubled over form around and tried to enter me but my tail was in the way. I meant to live up to my end of the deal, but I just couldn’t help the instinctual fight or flight response that rose up in me from the sudden attack.

I lashed out at the demon with my spike-tipped tail and caught him in the calf. He grunted in pain and cuffed me in the side of the head with his fist. Even with my hard skull, it made me see stars. I staggered away from him and spun faster than was wise with my head still ringing.

I promptly fell on my ass.

The demon lunged at me and grabbed hold of my arms in a bruising grip. I bit him as hard as I could and hoped that he’d at least feel some pain from the bite if not from the mild poison in my saliva. When the demon only grinned evilly at me, I knew I was in for a serious hurting.

My Goddess would be pleased. I thought I could get to like this demon. He slapped me hard across the snout and I felt blood begin to trickle from my now throbbing nose. If he hadn’t just broken some of the smaller bones, it was as close as it didn’t matter. My tongue flicked out to taste my own blood and I hissed in pleasure. He was really starting to work my twisted kink buttons. To put it plainly, he was arousing me like no other male of any species had before.

The demon wrenched both my arms over my head, almost dislocating my shoulders and held them pinned with one hand. The pain was glorious. He spread my legs apart with his other hand before guiding his cock to me. He seemed a little surprised to find a beginning wetness between my legs.

“I am a priestessss of Loviator,” I gasped as the muscles in my arms began to protest their strained position.

The demon gave me a smile with way too many teeth before shoving himself fully into my body. I arched under him as I tried to both escape and embrace the fiery pain that suddenly filled my lower body. He grunted in satisfaction and began to thrust sharply, the size and speed of him tearing my flesh. I wanted him to do me harder and for the jagged pain to never stop.

My mind began to fill with the pleased hum of my Goddess and the pain I was feeling danced drunkenly on the sharp edge of pleasure/pain. I twisted my body under the demon and reverted to my native sibilant tongue when a sharp stab of pleasure over rode the pain. I hissed threats and promises of pain as the demon used my body even more roughly. The claws of one hand dug into my wrists while the other claw punctured the tough hide on my hip where he gripped me to hold me steady for his violent thrusts. I’m not sure who was more surprised, the demon or I, when pleasure painfully spiked my system from a particularly brutal thrust. My mouth opened in a scream of pure pleasure that only the demon, myself and Evanly’s zombie war horse heard.

It was the first orgasm I ever experienced. Before the waves of intensely painful pleasure had time to finish with me, I wanted more. I snarled at the demon and snapped my jaws closed on his throat. Hot demon blood filled my mouth and seared down my throat. The demon punched me in the ribs, forcing me to let go as I gasped for breath. He drove his hips into me a few more times before stiffening and uttering a guttural cry.

I felt his cock spasm and fire flood my insides from his release. The demon was breathing hard and blood still flowed from the neck wound I had given him. I licked my lips clean of his blood and flexed my hips against the demon. I shuddered at the sharp pain/pleasure that produced and hissed a soft word of pleasure in Lizard-Man.

The demon pulled out of my body and released my hands. I moved them down to my sides and flexed them to get feeling back. I licked the bloody gashes to stop the bleeding and moaned softly in the back of my throat. I sat up and hissed at the sore feeling between my legs as my head spun slightly from the blood loss and earlier punch to the head. The pleasured hum of my Goddess faded from my mind and I somehow found the strength to stand, although I wobbled a little.

“Fuck that wasss good,” I rasped in a sated voice. I briefly wondered if the demon would like to go another round before he left.

The demon twitched a smile at me before reminding me that he would be back in twenty-four hours to collect the minion I was going to birth. He then proceeded to the wizard and the anti-paladin, who had stood by and watched the whole sex act. The wizard looked fascinated and uncomfortable while the anti-paladin looked a little shocked that I had enjoyed the violent sex act. The demon extracted his price from both the males and disappeared in a flash of light and smoke.

I walked on unsteady legs to the river and sank into the cool waters. I lay in the soothing muck at the bottom of the river until I had to surface to breathe. After a few hours of relaxing my battered body in the river, I decided to get out and join my traveling companions. I could feel changes already taking place in my body from the demon’s seed.

When I left the river, there was a slight bulge to my stomach and I suddenly felt ravenous. Upon entering the camp site, I ate the remainder of the arm from the portable hole and poked at a dead tree for grubs. I was still hungry and started to eye the zombie horse and wondered if Evanly would notice if I took a little nibble or three out of his mount.

When I sidled close to his horse, I got a foul look from Evanly and changed direction with a scowl. Fine. I’d go find my meal in the forest. I stalked into the forest, looking for signs of an easy meal. After more than an hour of looking, I returned to the camp empty-handed and irritable.

“Are you getting fat?” Tharal asked, looking up from the book he was reading.

I spat out a vulgar word in Lizard-Man at the wizard and had to restrain myself from calling lightning to fry his skinny ass. I didn’t want to waste the higher level spell on him when I knew he was protected by a stone skin spell. But I was tempted. I shot him a venomous glare instead and stalked back to the river.

I remained at the river for the rest of the day and the better part of the night. I ate whatever fish were stupid enough to get close to me and sunned myself on the sandy bank when I could. I had healed the injuries the demon had inflicted on me but I would remember that feeling of painful pleasure for as long as I lived.

I thought about the strange life that was growing in me and wondered idly what it would look like and what its name was. I was surprised when the name Tenatlle came to me along with the vision of bright gold, slitted eyes in a face of darkly coloured, slightly scaly skin. I had just been gifted with the true name of the demon I carried. It was as good a prize as the things I was to get from its father. Maybe better. To know the true name of a demon was to have power over it. This was a little secrete I would be keeping to myself. It might come in handy later.

I was feeling constant stomach pains as the demon in me grew at an accelerated pace. By the time the morning came, I was ready to be done with the whole process. I couldn’t understand why the female of my species went through this process without the benefit of demon gifts as the reward. Sure, the pain was beautiful but I’d never met another Lizard-Woman who was a priestess of Loviator. What was the point of suffering such pain without being rewarded for it?

I made my way back from the river to the camp and as soon as I arrived, I found that the demon was there waiting for me. He grabbed my arm, spun me around so he held me with my back to his chest and proceeded to slice open my belly with his claws. The pain was a bright, sharp thing and more intense than anything I had ever imagined or experienced. The demon wrenched the spawn from my belly and dropped me to the ground once he had what he wanted. I made small mewling noises as I tried to stuff my insides back to where they should be as the pool of blood slowly became larger around me.

“If you live, you will receive all that we agreed upon. Should you succeed at destroying castle Thyhery, I will send one of my minions there and it will give you the details on where to find an abandoned dragon horde. A pleasure doing business with you,” he said as he vanished in a brilliant flash of light with the angry wail of the infant piercing the morning air.

I was hurting bad. The pain was almost overwhelming. I had to start the cure serious wounds spell three times before I could get it right. The healing force bathed me in a warm glow and I lay on the ground panting and waiting for the world to stop spinning. When it seemed like I was going to be able to move without passing out, I crawled to my gear and pulled out a potion of extra healing and socked it back. I stayed on my hands and knees for a long time while I let the magic work on repairing the damage done to me by the demon. Even with my natural regeneration powers and the earring of regeneration I wore in one of my spikes, it was going to be a while before I was fully healed.

I had just found the strength to stand when a searing pain ripped down my back on both sides of my spine. I fell back to my hands and knees and dropped my head as a low keening moan rolled from my throat. It was as bad as the feeling of the demon ripping open my belly for the spawn it wanted. I felt things shifting in my back and blood flowed down my sides. I was starting to feel light headed from all the blood loss. I didn’t have the strength left in me for another cure serious wounds and I couldn’t remember if I had any more extra healers left. I was in serious danger of dying. I just knew that damn demon had been going to cheat me.

“Holy fuck,” Evanly swore from what seemed like a great distance.

I heard footsteps quickly approaching and tried to focus on who was in front of me. The rim of a cup was pressed to my lips and I was ordered to drink. I tried to move my head away but was stopped when a firm hand gripped one of the spikes down my spine and forced my head back. The contents of the cup were tipped into my mouth and I had to either swallow the contents or choke on them.

I swallowed.

Warmth poured through me as torn flesh mended itself even faster than when I had downed the extra-healer. Energy rushed through my body in almost painful levels. In less time than I would have thought possible, I was healed and ready to go sack a castle. I wondered what had been in that cup and how I could get more of it.

I stood and immediately fell off-balance from an additional weight on my back. I craned my head to try and see what it was and was shocked to find large leathery wings covered in my blood and gore now attached to my back. Now I knew what the ripping and moving in my back had been. I wondered why the demon had given me wings when it was obviously a gift that actually had great value. It would have been a real trial to a human, but I was already a monster. One more monstrous trait wasn’t a big deal. Maybe the demon had enjoyed our little down and dirty screw more than planned and decided to give me an extra gift because of it. One never knew with demons.

I tried flexing my muscles and found that I could move the wings. I flexed harder and was able to move them in a powerful beat. After only a few moments of that, my muscles were screaming at me to stop, unused to the new motion. I was going to have to spend time practicing if I wanted to be able to use them.

If I could use them.

“You look like a dragon-kin,” said the wizard as he frowned at me and started to twist his hands together.

“Really?” I replied as I stretched the wings as far as they would go. The wing span was pretty impressive and I figured if I couldn’t actually fly, I could probably glide a good distance with the right wind under them.

“You’ll attract even more attention in towns now,” warned the anti-paladin.

“Ssso? It wasssn’t like I wasss un-noticed before. I tend to ssstand out in a crowd. Not many people sssee a sssix and a half foot Lizard-Woman walking around their town on a regular basssisss. I’ll throw a cloak over myssself if I need to. Besssidesss, gold fixesss mossst everything and with what we’ll be getting from thisss cassstle burning, that won’t be a problem.”

A loud curse from the wizard drew my gaze and the anti-paladins. He was holding his hands out from his body and cursing fluently. Blood dripped from his hands and started to puddle on the ground at his feet. I licked my lips at the sight.

“What happened?” asked Evanly.

“Fucked if I know. They started to itch after that demon left. Then they just started bleeding.”

“What’sss that on your handsss?” I asked Evanly.

He looked down at his hands and gave a soft gasp. He held them up for us to see. Iridescent scales had started to cover the backs of his hands. When he pushed up the sleeves of his shirt, the scales had covered his arms. They appeared under the edge of his collar and faded out near his jaw line. I thought they looked pretty and was immediately jealous.

The three of us just stared at each other until one by one, the light dawned on each of us. The demon had indeed given us each the things that had been agreed upon. He also gave us other little “gifts”. He had fucked us all over and I didn’t enjoy this time nearly as much as I had the first one. Although, to be fair, the humans seemed to have gotten the worst of it.

Maybe they should have let the demon screw them too. I didn’t make out that bad and I had gotten my first orgasm out of the deal. I had almost died twice in the span of only a few heartbeats because of the actions of the demon. That pissed me off when I thought about it. I knew that demon had gotten a good fucking out of me as well as the spawn it had been after. Payback was going to be a bitch when we met up again and it didn’t matter how good he had been between my legs.

I should have seen something like this coming. I was smarter than the average Lizard-Man. Tricky bastard had gotten us good. We looked at each other and a silent understanding was reached. Once we burned the castle to the ground, we were gunning for that demon’s head. It probably wouldn’t lift the curse of the extra gifts, but it would make all of us feel a whole lot better.

And it was just the sort of senseless, evil thing we liked to do.