Adventures with Asmodeus 1

Adventures With Asmodeus 1, by Dijkstrawoo.

Content warning: delusional/bottom anon, powerlessness, oral/anal play, demonic bargaining, mind breaking, memory alteration, questionable rape, perspective play, spooky floating space dicks, intentionally cheesy dialogue, cute banter, and slow sex in the missionary position atop a bed of rose blooms and two pillows

>You are currently a studying occultist.
>You’re trying to learn how to summon a demon for science purposes.
>If you gain more power, you can become a true incident resolver like your past life.
>The world will be your oyster and you will be a recognized bastion of peace in your domain.
>Flight, true innate magic, love, and people affirming your greatness every moment!
>All it will take to achieve all of this from your prison that is your nowheresville Podunk hometown is some ritual components, an unwavering dream and the unwavering talent that comes from your previous life.
>You are a special kind of radiant – you, despite being male and reasonably masculine, ARE INDEED the reincarnation of Reimu Hakurei, resident miko of the Hakurei Shrine in Gensokyo and honorary police of all incident-causing dumbasses.
>Demons need to be sealed away because they are evil and malicious, quarantined for their misguidance, and controlled for their powers.
>That’s why you’re unsealing one right now – to make its power YOURS.
>Demon-sealing is your passion, your bloodline, and your power. No, you hadn’t used it yet. No, you don’t know what a demon looks like. No, nobody ever taught you how to use your power.
>You don’t need all that! You will learn your strength when the time comes, and that time comes incredibly soon.

>A windowless room filled with a ritual site describable only as “overpoweringly weird” stands before you. Your own creation, a room filled with paper seals, magic barriers, concentric inscribed circles on an unpolished wood floor.
>Hours, days, weeks, months of prep work have gone into this ritual. You’ve been doing prep work and preparing yourself to actually use your demon-sealing abilities for weeks now!
>You’ve been studying the kanji, the hiragana, and the katakana to figure out what messages to best put on your paper seals. Yes, your handwriting sucks. No, it doesn’t matter. The messages create a seal around the room.
>In sticking them in patterns of marked circles around the room, you’ve created barriers that demons cannot move through.
>By burning incense, you weaken any demons within distance, and yes it totally fucking stacks multiple times.
>Everything is foolproof – the highest-quality chalk, the highest-quality paper, the highest-quality weapons, and an arena to fight in with a demon whose power you intend to make your own. Your victory is inevitable!

>You read over the instructions very carefully once again – a single missed step can turn “Asphodel” into “Asmodeus”, at which point it spells certain doom for you.
>You must make sure to call the right person – a wrong number is punishable by imminent, eternal doom at your apprentice level.
>You scrambled together funds from your job to buy a real-ass legitimate katana, a miko outfit that you then had tailored to fit your body dimensions, and a grimoire that you loaded full of backup spells from video games in case your on-flavor attacks were to fail.
>The words are in the book and they mean what you say they mean. So, simple as that – they work. No questions asked. No testing required.
>Enough stalling.
>You engage in the ritual, following every step exactly as written, translating directly from the tome.
>All ingredients are in place. All is according to plan. The ritual is done.
>…
>Nothing.
>You scramble through the book and wonder why the demon isn’t showing up.
>You want to destroy, defeat, and consume the essence of a demon to gain some actual real-ass power in this world! Why isn’t he here?
>You flip to the end, eventually. You find a blank page with the words “Made in the USA” at the bottom.
>It was a fake.
>All this was for naught. The investment, the ritual, the tools, the fucking girly outfit, ALL OF IT.
>Smack in the back of the head. HARD. You’re knocked prone.

>”This is new. Summoned by a crossdresser.”
>A tall, horned figure resembling sooner a goat than something that belongs in DOOM begins to look over you, your tools, everything.
>”All this work, this preparation – you clearly wanted me for something. Let me see.”
>You try to get up. You can’t move. If you were on your stomach instead of your back, you wouldn’t be able to breathe. All you can do is get glances in and see where he is. He’s beautiful, but you know what demons do and you are afraid for your life now.
>”A circle, paper seals, everything. A Shinto priest? I thought I was in America. The world never ceases to amaze me.”
>”Listen, ‘lady’. Sorry to tell you this, but…”
>He comes over, starts to feel you over for any weapons, then breaks your gohei over his knee, casting it off to the side without losing visual of you.
>”So, ‘Anon Emus’, is it? Are you THE Reimu Hakurei, or just another poseur?”
>Through the pain of whatever he did to you, you stammer out that you are indeed the reincarnation of Reimu Hakurei and that you plan to defeat—
>”You summoned me.”
>Yes.
>”So you can fight me, gain my power,”
>Yes.
>”And seal me away.”
>Yes.
>”You didn’t think this through very well, did you?”
>”Okay. Here’s a little test – fight me here and now. Show me your powers. Show me how strong you are. I’ll let you have the first punch and I won’t use any otherworldly bullshit.
>You nod, try to move, and you can’t.
>”Ah ah ah. Feisty. You didn’t hear the entirety of my conditions.”

>”If you can knock me down, I’ll let you keep me as a personal trophy, borrow my powers at will, and become the Reimu Hakurei that you always knew you were. All you have to do is knock me prone.”
>And if you lose?
>”If you lose, I get the following: your eternal soul, your hand in marriage, and your undying love.”
>Wait, you didn’t quite catch that.
>”Your eternal soul is your very being – it is what gives you will rather than being a fleshborne automaton.”
>No, not that part. The part about marriage.
>”You’re really cute, and the incubi would make fun of a guy like me for favoring them without exception – especially ones so shapely as you.” He states this with an increasingly lascivious grin. “You been workin’ out?”
>Your life since discovering your past life as Reimu Hakurei has basically been scrounging up the funds necessary to do this, preparing for battle, and becoming as strong as you possibly could with what funding you have.
>You went so far into all-in that you even took out private loans for the materials. You’re basically fucked if you don’t make exactly what you’re doing now work out perfectly.

>You ask about that part of the “eternal love”.
>”Oh, that? I get to reshape reality for you at my whim so that your experience of me is rose-colored and happy rather than a miserable slog. Imagine it like the corporate brainwashing where the billboards and TV shows make you think that people so pristine and beautiful truly exist, except you can’t be disillusioned from it so long as I exist.”
>”More specifically, I would be manipulating fate and the world as you know it so that you and I are as perfect and happy a couple as can be.”
>But you’re a human and he’s a… goat… demon… thing.
>”I can show you my bits if you’re unconvinced. I’ll even undo your bindings under the singular condition that you not attack me until we make that deal.”
>At threat of what?
>”Wasting time.”
>Very well – you explicitly state that you may also observe, feel, and make a judgment based on what you see now, and that you will not fight him until you make the deal. You do this because you know that demons are bound by the explicit words of conditions and requests.
>”Splendid!” You feel touch, temperature, and movement return to your limbs. You stand back up calmly.

>The demon, as if sultry and teasing, slowly begins to unclothe himself for display, his clothing disappearing as he casts it off.
>He starts walking towards you. You immediately get into a stance.
>”I don’t think you want to do that. You told me that you wouldn’t attack me.”
>You begin to reel back for a punch. You feel time twist and curl back two seconds.
>“-you wouldn’t attack me.”
>You reel back again.
>”-me that you wouldn’t attack me.”
>Again.
>”You told me that you wouldn’t attack me.”
>This continues for what feels like fifteen minutes in your head. Each time you do this, the demon’s eyes glow an even brighter shade of purple, and you SWEAR that smug look on his face gets slightly more curly each time.
>You feel an ever-increasing sense of dread as you realize that you have talked yourself into a corner.
>You gave up the ability to openly resist an archdemon just to get to see his dick.
>Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck. You’re so stupid. You’re so stupid. Why are you like this? How could you do this?
>”You see? This is why you think about what you say before you say it.”
>The demon puts you against the wall in a light choking hold, gripping into your neck enough to brace you into place, but not enough to choke you.
>”Well, you’re now in a bit of checkmate, ‘Reimu’. You told a demon that you wouldn’t ‘fight’ me until we made the deal. You did not specify which version of fight, so I got to interpret it myself: ‘struggle or campaign against’.”
>”Have you ever played Dungeons and Dragons, ‘Reimu’?” You nod.
>”It’s like every save, check, or form against someone’s action automatically fails.”
>”Time will keep looping back on you repeatedly until it ends in a timeline where you are broken to my will.”
>You don’t respond. You don’t know HOW to respond. Time keeps moving backwards whenever you so much as have a controversial thought.
>This is hell. You’re in hell. You summoned a demon, you made a deal with him, and you’re now paying your end of the bargain.

>An eternity passes before your mind breaks, completely unable to so much as remember the video games that consumed your life up until now. Your friends, your passions, your family – all of it is meaningless compared to the amount of time you spent reliving the last five seconds.
>You, Reimu Hakurei, are immensely scared.
>”Let’s revise that deal, shall we?” He releases you. You drop to the ground, clutching your neck.
>”Here’s a contract that more clearly states the terms.” Out of thin air, a piece of parchment outlining every single circumstance of the deal appears.
>The contract is as follows (until the next greentext statement):

I, Anon Emus _____ (Initial), will end all previous deals made with Asmodeus at no penalty to any party.
I, Anon Emus _____ (Initial), will give my hand in marriage to Asmodeus Himself. I will receive a ring that allows me partial and limited access to Asmodeus’s powers on a whim. This ring will be forever bound to me, but only I may choose to wear it. If it is ever a distance of more than 50 feet away from me, it will automatically teleport to me into the palm of my left hand so that I may put it back on at my leisure. Any other being lesser than Asmodeus who willfully attempts to wear it will perish instantly and their soul will be surrendered to Asmodeus. This ring may reform itself at your will to any shape you desire.
In addition to the above circumstance, I, Anon Emus _____ (Initial), will gain eternal youth and immortality after death for as long as Asmodeus wills it.
In addition to the above circumstances, I, Anon Emus _____ (Initial), will immediately gain a warm, human, simple love for Asmodeus wherein feelings may fluctuate and free will within that love exists.
In addition to the above circumstances, I, Anon Emus _____ (Initial), will surrender full control over my perception and experience of the world, corporeal and incorporeal, to Asmodeus for as long as He wills it. This includes any ability to perceive any malicious will or intention from Asmodeus unto me or anyone I would consider close, as well as the ability to perceive any malicious will or intention from any other natural or supernatural entity. Asmodeus may grant me any or all parts of these conditions back to me by explicit will.
In addition to the above circumstances, I, Anon Emus _____ (Initial), will die a happy, calm death in Asmodeus’s arms after our marriage is consummated, at which point all family, friends, loved ones, so on and so forth will remember me fondly, communicate this memory of me, my loving husband, and my iconically happy death to all descendants, and all family/descendants thereof will die happy deaths themselves at the time that they were originally fated to do so with zero interaction by Asmodeus, any colluding demons, or any agents of said colluding demons, and they will continue to a normal afterlife.
In addition to the above circumstances, I, Anon Emus _____ (Initial), will have perceived a lifetime of joy with Asmodeus upon signature of this contract as loving boyfriend, life partner, confidant, comforter, and friend.
In addition to the above circumstances, I, Anon Emus _____ (Initial), in the particular case that Asmodeus is eradicated, sealed away, or otherwise permanently removed from my life, will work to rectify this, be granted back all vestiges of free will, or assume His place if necessary.

So help me God, I, Anon Emus _____ (Initial), surrender my eternal soul to Asmodeus. All prayers from me will henceforth go unheard by any being other than Asmodeus or a creation of Asmodeus. These circumstances describe the pact that I make with Asmodeus in exact wording and detail and may not be altered at any time after signature.

x _____________________________________ (Anon Emus)

>This… Seems too easy. It looks like it’s worded to favor me. I get special powers, a happy, calm death after our marriage is consummated, a simple and happy life, fated happiness for all loved ones and all descendants of those loved ones, and a… beautiful goat man who clearly puts a lot of work into his appearance.
>The ability to null it at any time, eternal youth, the experience of a happy death in his arms, and the end of this FUCKING TIME LOOP?
>”Go ahead and sign it then, ‘Reimu’. You seem pretty keen on it. All you need is the blood from your thumbtip in each initial location, as well as the signature line at the bottom.”
>You bite into your thumb to draw blood, leaving ten bloody stains on the parchment.
>Immediately, you feel a rush of memories – eighty long years of running around the world with Asmodeus, exploring the world, flirting, talking in coffee shops, playing games. Friends made, adventures had, and losing the ability to narrate.

>You see Anon, jaw agape, processing eighty years of memories of you two together flowing into his mind. You two never did anything sexual together in that time – merely just enjoying each other’s company, doing couple things, meeting each other’s families, snuggling in chastity, and watching the rest of the world grow old as you two stayed the same. You remember all of it. You felt all of it.
>For consistency, you manifest a chasity cage onto both of your penises. You then place a key in Anon’s hands, create a key to Anon’s cage in yours, and a tuxedo on your body with light soup stain on your tie from your recent dinner date.
>The circle on the floor that was once a summoning circle is now a bed of black rose blooms and petals. You light the candles one by one as Anon finishes processing the memories. As Anon comes to, he glances down at himself, his hands, and clearly feels a great nostalgia for the room he left eighty years ago.
>”It’s so clean down here. Azzy, how—"
>”So Anon – it’s been great, hasn’t it? Eighty long years going by in a flash as the world ages, speeds up, improves, and becomes a better place with another century. A world that you thought was falling apart is now thriving in a utopian age.”
>You fiddle through the pockets on your suit as Anon’s eyes are fixed upon you. He knows as well as you do what’s going to happen.
>”After all this time, I’ve decided that I want to spend eternity with the man that made me feel truly loved not for my power, not for my namesake, but for the ‘me’ underneath that few get to see and live to tell the tale.”
>”Azzy, honey.”
>You pull a small velvet box out of your pocket and open it to face Anon: a black steel ring engraved with flecks of gold, arcane text describing a spell of warding and channeling that will keep him safe even if you disappear. Atop this stunning, radiant bauble is a firmly affixed violet stone that glows with the same Tyrian purple in both your and Anon’s eyes, faintly pulsing like your eyes in tune with the heart in your chest.
>”Please, take this as a gesture of my undying love for you, Anon. You’ve made this old demon the happiest man on earth already. I wish to show you the world as I see it. You’ve made me kinder over these last eighty years, and I may be able to help reform Hell and the entire balance of the afterlife. You are not only special to me, but you are closer to me than my brothers alongside whom I once challenged God and was defeated. I beg of you, Anon, that you may consummate our love with me as we descend to my realm.”
>Tears streaming down Anon’s face, you hear him giggle to himself.

>”Oh my god, Azzy, you dork! You don’t have to do all this for me!” Anon tackles you down, giggling to himself, smooching you repeatedly on the face, still giggling. He starts playing with your horns, claiming “I’d still be a miserable sad sack trying desperately to be something I’m not if I didn’t summon you by accident!”
>”Remember how you thought that ‘Asphodel’ was the name of a demon? Oh MAN, th--.”
>Anon, a now chortling mess, just puts a finger over your lips. “Shh, shh! Oh my god, I still can’t believe I did that. So much for double-checking and doing due research, right?”
>”Anyway, anyway, enough about the flowers. Let’s get to the flowers – namely, your prose,” Anon genuflects in front of you and clears his throat in preparation of playing the large ham. He declares to you, “I, Anon Emus, initial here, humbly accept your gesture as we enter into a mutual and eternal bond of love, companionship, compassion, confidence, arms, and all duties therein. I wish to aid you in your now holistic goals, even if I can only do so by being in your corner as your loving wife, husband, or whatever the hell the spouse of an ethereal and therefore sexless entity is supposed to be called.”
>You chuckle, speechless all but a simple ”Dork.” A simple smile colors your cheeks as Anon puts his hand forth for you to thereupon place the ring there, upon his hand.
>”Bigger dork.” The happiest moment of Anon’s life now officially transpires as the ring is placed upon his hand. “Let’s go, Azzy.”
>”Hey, hey. There’s still another step to this. I’ve gone through a whole eighty years of giving those No-Nut Novemberers a run for their money for you, and you’ve done the same for me. Let’s have some fun.”
>”Right, right – sorry, Arby Horns.” You snort as he says this, pretending to be offended.

>”Alright, let’s run through the prep list. We’ve both cleaned ourselves out, have enough lube in our butts to remove the weight of the world from Atlas, have enough toys nearby to… Yadda, yadda, yadda. We’re fine.”
>Anon’s already digging through the box of sex toys that you intended to surprise him with ”What’d you saaaaaaaay?”
>”Nothing, Honey.” You walk over, catch Anon by surprise, and start to pin Anon down, catching him by surprise as you grind your rather sizeable bulge, within the cage, against his rump. When the metal rubs up against him, the texture catches him off guard. “Let’s exchange the keys, please.”
>You flop down next to him on your side, handing Anon’s key to him and receiving your key from him.
>You both unlock your cages. Sensitive beyond sensitive, Anon’s legs shake a little when he touches his penis out of sheer curiosity.
>Within mere seconds, you both are standing to attention and THROBBING. A hefty size befitting a demon lord, Anon stares with hungry eyes, shivering to himself as he guns down to your sack.
>Eighty years, next to completely untouched. Even if you still washed every day, the skin is soft and slick, foreskin gliding up and down as Anon touches and gropes you. He’s looking up at you, making sure that it’s making you feel good. You reciprocate with a sigh and a desire to make him feel good, too.

>In the interest of violating “simple vanilla sex”, you manifest a floating copy of your gargantuan dick behind Anon, gently grinding it against his hole. “We’ve got enough lube to make it fit. If it hurts, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”
>He nods before going down to clean off and worship your sack, which, while not setting you off, makes you VERY aroused.
>”Wait.” You move him around, rotating so his rump is nearer to your face, allowing better dexterity of what you do to him – into a 69 position. He grunts out a simple “mhm”, huffing and shuddering from your scent. Judging from the leaking precum from his cock, you THINK that Anon likes being submissive.
>”You want me to make you a sloppy mess, or do you just wanna get prepped and caved in?”
>”M-mmph—” he pulls away from your perineum, gasping for air. “F-fucking wreck me, Azzy. My holes are yours. Use me, s-stud.” Not bad on the dirty talk either – he’s picking up quickly even if it’s a bit cheesy. You can’t help but smile.
>”…Fuck, that’s HOT. Can we change position again?” Anon nods to you, then screams out as you pick him up, plopping him down rump up into the roses. Before placing him down, you grab a nearby two pillows to put under his back. He can’t see your face as well, but he feels more… Flexible. “Sorry about that, babe – you find new ways to get me going every time you speak.”

>Your first and immediate motion as ruler of this ass is to dominate it like hell. You slide two fingers in, causing Anon to squeal out as you start rubbing against his prostate. He’s tight beyond tight – just like you thought.
>Anon can barely even so much as raise his arms let alone motion to you to go harder, add more fingers, whatever – you don’t need to BE him to know that right now, he feels fucking amazing and you’re why he feels so amazing. If you’re not careful, he’s going to cum hard before you even stuff yourself in.
>”Ah… Fuck, Azzyyyyy…” You see his toes curl as he squeals this out, which you take as your cue to stop yourself before he blows. Anon’s a huffing, needy mess right now, and the doctor prescribes a big fuckin’ dong to clench around.
>A floppy, ethereal dong draws near! Command? “Silence, bottom. Open wide.” Anon gags on the cock as it fills his throat down to the hilt his own member pulsing and throbbing. You silently command the ethereal dong to piston in and out of your gagging lover’s throat, training him by the dialectical method like a good teacher. With your lover now shuddering and huffing in between strides, you feel more able to focus on your job.
>You apply a gentle, simple stroking of the prostate from inside, hearing him grunt and squeak when you apply more pressure. He’s loosened up enough and is now ready.
>You lay down your massive rod against Anon’s hole, grinding back and forth to let the lube get all over it. After a few strokes, you decide to line it up and attempt to press in. Anon gasps and grunts, clearly a little pained from this. You pull back.
>”If it’s too much, just grip my hand, ‘kay?” You grip his hands gently with yours, placing your left hand into the palm of his right and your right around his hips for bracing purposes. He nods to you. You dismiss the magic dong, and he gasps.
>”Why’d you stop?”
>”Because I’m about to shut you up again.” You pull him into a kiss as you slowly plunge your shaft in. His hole practically shapes itself around your cock as you descend in, pulling out between pushes to give him some time to get used to it. With every inch you go deeper, he grunts and huffs into your mouth as you engage in tournament-winning tongue-wrestling. As you near the hilt, you notice your member start to bulge against his abdomen. Needless to say, you love this.

>You give him time to breathe, slowing to a halt as you bottom out in him, your member throbbing as his inner textures make your vision blur a little. You pull away from his mouth for a mere moment to ask “Hey anon, how’re you hold—” before he screams out “A-azzy! Azzy, fuck, oh, FUCK--” at which point you just kinda shush him with your finger. He still continues panting, moaning, and squirming, but at least you can get a word in edgewise now.
>”It’s okay. Want me to just stay like this while you get used to it?”
>Anon stammers out an “mhm” as you just take the time to feel him over, giving his woefully under-appreciated muscles the love and attention that they deserve.
>On top of the pillow that helps his posture rests a pair of cheeks that needs some proper groping. You free up both hands to knead and practically worship that ass of his that has already provided you so much pleasure in the last thirty minutes. You start to just gently thrust in and out the bottom inch,  making sure to start slow and gentle for him. Thump. Thump. Thump.
>While his hole steals the spotlight, you weren’t kidding about him being “shapely”. His rump cushions and pushes back against your collective defiance to nature, springy flesh and muscle protecting Anon’s body against your onslaught. You deliver a few less shallow thrusts to see how he feels.
>Apparently that’s enough for him to take – he clenches down around you in pulses as his body and voice quake, a mind-blowing orgasm for most humans washes over him. Beyond words, his screams for you dumb down into inconsolably intense grunting and huffing, his generously hefty member exploding all over his chest/face and your arms. Letting him have his moment, you stop and let him take it in. After a full 30 seconds of shooting, spasming, and crying out, you finally see him go quiet as eighty long years of sexual tension finally wash off of him.
>You chuckle out loud to yourself, “Wow. Do you need a moment?” In between gasps, he finds a way to stammer out a “yeah”.
>“Please, tell me about it when we get to my place. That must have been amazing for you.” As if in an act of defiance, he wraps those powerful legs of his around you and tries to pull you back in despite being in as deep as you can get. “I know, buddy. It’s alright. That’s a pretty big moment for you. Eighty years can do that to a guy. We have all the time in the world, and I’m not going soft anytime soon.”
>You two pass a moment that feels like eternity together, the only motion between you two being the base instinctual thrusting of a shallow stride near the hilt, your orbs still resting firmly against his pillowy cheeks. The first words in several steamy, intimate hours, you ask Anon “Do you want to top?”
>”Maybe when we get to your place. I love how gentle you are.” Anon tries, body still weak, to caress your face and misses, swiping at the air in front of your face instead. “I want to s—fuck, shit, come on.”
>He continues to  try and aim a gentle palm at your face, cursing under his breath every time he misses. You lean forward after about fifteen seconds. “Yeah? Continue.”
>”I want to see you cum harder than I did, Azzy. You waited eighty whole years for this – use me as your filthy breeding sock. Demean me, break me, hurt me – take out your tensions on me, for I will die in your arms after anyway. Like tearaway pants, use my body in a gesture of love, Azzy.” He leans forward, his cum-stained face planting a weak, wavering kiss upon your neck. You nod, admiring how he can make even the most degrading gestures seem holy.

>You pull your dick out of him, still twitching and pulsing with thick, dribbling pre-seed even after half a day of lying dormant inside Anon. A gentle, breezelike caress across his face as you pull his lips up to meet yours. You two share a kiss. You’re not really sure for how long.
>You start to rub your fingers against his battered, gaping hole. He winces and utters a simple “come onnnnnnn…”, which you take as your cue to get back to business.
>After a bit of aligning and butthole feng shui, you slam yourself in and begin to rut against Anon as if he were another fellow demon. He rocks back into you and groans into your mouth, trying fruitlessly to pull you closer as you give in to desires you hadn’t in ages.
>You roll onto your back atop the bed of roses, holding Anon in front of you and still thrusting into him. The two of you, now conjoined in your heretical union of flesh, begin to near your climax. Anon grips your horns, bucking down into you and crying out for you to cum amid exasperated, needy panting.
>You immediately slam down Anon to your sack, grinding yourself into his now bottomless hole as you ram him home, putting your muscles to the test.
>There it is. For once, YOUR mind is the one that begins to crumple as you bust the biggest nut. Your ears pop, your eyes lose function, and your heart, racing, struggles to keep up with the stress that your brain provides it as it processes what’s happening.
>With an explosion of your seed with such heft and volume that the outline of your cock is quickly replaced by a squishy fluid bulge, Anon’s tortured bulge soon follows as he clenches down on your member, squeezing out some of the runoff of your load as his balls rhythmically empty themselves of the salty remainder that they were holding back.
>You two, waiting off the unforgiving high of your orgasm, continue to snuggle until the cusp of morning, at which point you both have come down. Anon falls asleep in your arms as you pull yourself out and slowly start to clean him off. It’s time to go. The contract is about to do its job. You clean him off, finishing off by a kiss on the forehead.
>”See you soon.”

>As the sun rises, Anon grips at a sharp pain in his chest, flinching inward and gasping in his sleep before you comfort him, dulling that pain by your power over him. A few more breaths pass, each one shallower than the last as you see the light leave his eyes.
>You immediately grip at his soul, taking it under your charge and keeping it in the ring. Anon will see a new life in paradise with you, continuing on adventure after adventure in a masquerade that never ends with a host that never dies. You will make sure of it.
>As the sun shines down upon his corpse atop the bed of flowers, you understand what happens next. You take the ring with you to the underworld, where you may give your prince new form and spend the rest of time in his true “happily ever after.”