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“Come and give me what you have collected, Lemos.” The elderdemon’s voice vibrated through Lemos’ mind and body, as deep and smooth as human caramel treats. Every time Lemos heard it his tail vibrated.

“Yes, Master.” Lemos moved toward the throne that sat in the middle of the echoing hall. Demon realms weren’t all that big on furniture.

Lemos approached his master, kneeling at the foot of the throne. Master Rezoth touched his head, soaking in the energy Lemos had taken into himself during the time he had been gone. As an incubus, he could gather a great deal of sexual heat and hold it inside. When he returned to the demon realm, all Master Rezoth had to do was to transfer the energy to his own huge body, and direct it to various demon enterprises.

“Oh, Lemos. You have done well.” The flow of magick between them made him shudder with joy. “So much.”

He nodded, the horns on his head throbbing, his tail twitching. In true Biblical fashion, he had worked for six days and was resting on the seventh, but in the demon realm, days were far longer than in the human plane. Lemos wanted to really take some time off. He loved humans, with their weird languages and bright world, but he desired nothing but his demon master. Kinda to obsession.

“You have earned a reward,” Rezoth murmured. “What would you like?”

His cock hardened in a wild rush. While demonkind often sported huge horns and wings, their anatomy was very much like a human’s save for the tail if… bigger. That made his job as an incubus much easier because he didn’t have to work as hard at disguising his form. He’d never in all his centuries of existence earned a reward from Rezoth. He wasn’t sure why he was getting one now, but he wasn’t going to waste it. Lemos squirmed on his knees, eager and embarrassed to ask.

“You know better than to ask for your freedom, sweet. So what has you so excited? Is there a human you wish to spend time with?”

“No, Master.” He moved a tiny bit closer to his master, his nipple touching one of Rezoth’s feet.

“I see. Shall I send you to the torture chamber?”

He laughed. “That might be a reward for some, but I prefer something more personal.”

“Do you, now?” Rezoth rubbed back and forth with his foot. “What would you have?”

“I –” He swallowed hard, the tip of his tail twitching. “I would worship you, Master.”

“Would you, indeed?” Rezoth bent down and lifted Lemos’ head, thumbs rubbing his horns at the base.

“Yes. Please.”