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in the darkness of your dreams

When Stephen tries dream magic for the first time, he wasn't quite aware of the consequences. At least not until a strange creature comes to visit him, both of them getting what they seek...

Pairing: Stephen Strange x gn!demon

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), questionable consent (magical coercion of sorts), gender non-specific sex demon (that is its own warning), Stephen should go to horny jail

A/N: I've been gone for a while and this one has been sitting in the back of my drafts FOREVER, so I'm giving it a chance and y'all are getting fed today.

Stephen didn't know the spell had gone wrong until an icky feeling started following him around.

He could already imagine Wong's disappointment after the fellow sorcerer had explicitly warned him about trying out spells from unknown books as old as time, especially because he had such a proclivity for raiding the library without prior announcement – or permission.

Then again, Wong tended to warn him about everything with a look of displeasure on his face. It was always 'Don't you dare, Stephen' and 'Don't drag me into this, Stephen' and 'By the Vishanti, if I have to clean up after your mess one more time...' and many more words of disapproval from his loyal friend – a regular occurrence.

Wong was used to his shenanigans and more importantly very aware that Stephen had a hard time listening to his advice, though admittedly more than once his trusted friend had been right in the past.

It was a bad idea to even think about making use of magic Stephen knew nothing or little about, but he couldn't help his own curiosity.

He wasn't entirely reckless – after all, he had learned from previous mistakes and wasn't that much of fool. He usually cast a protection spell, tended to conjure and practice new spells inside the mirror dimension to avoid causing too much of a turmoil in the real world. He read entire chapters, not just the first part, knowing that yes, the warnings did indeed come after the spell.

However, while he had been able to perfect a lot of spells, difficult ones even, without harm or ruinous side-effects, it didn't mean he was far from failure and he understood Wong was occasionally fed up with him, especially when he managed to fuck something up.

So perhaps he should have taken better precautions this time around.

This book in particular had, somehow, just decided to drop to his feet from one of the shelves at the library one day.

The fateful, very unusual encounter had gotten him to consider that maybe it was the book's way of asking to be used or he had, for better or for worse, at least interpreted it like this, picking it up from the ground and taking it back to the Sanctum to study it thoroughly.

It was written in a language he hadn't been able to make sense off at first, though a quick translation spell didn't leave him entirely disappointed. While parts of it turned out entirely unintelligible or didn't translate at all, perhaps sealed by an old magical ban he was incapable of breaking, certain chapters allowed him to catch a glimpse and he understood – it was a book on dreams and nightmares.

Stephen knew not to mess with dreams.

There was a good reason why Dreamwalking was part of a book like the Darkhold, as it held immense powers and often devastating consequences, forbidden and presented only to the Sorcerer Supreme – and even by them, was not ought to be used under any circumstances. Dream magic was a powerful old practice and if used for the wrong reasons or under a lack of precautions, incredibly dangerous.

He didn't want to imagine getting stuck in one of his own dreams and wasn't interested in meddling with the dreams of others. The chapter on the potency of dreams was what interested him most – manifestation, the ability to manipulate your personal dreams at your own will, slipping into scenarios which were desired and fleeing from those which weren't.

It sounded like the escape he needed, having had nightmares for far too long – facing off Dormammu, the end of the world, Thanos' Snap, seeing and feeling himself die multiple times, living through his car crash again, watching Donna die over and over... what he had gone through over the years, ensured enough nightmares for a lifetime. He was so tired of reliving the same haunting memories from the past.

Manifesting a nice dream sounded like heaven. The spell seemed reasonably simple too: put yourself in a dream-like state, call forward a spirit or familiar to join you in your dreams, as well as an object to guide you back to yourself in order to not get lost, and slowly build on a scenario that suits you.

Now, the book did say it would take a fair amount of practice to get to the point of manifestation in the first place and especially warned inexperienced sorcerers of trying it without the guidance of a mentor – but as Stephen was both experienced and incredibly persistent with his aspirations, putting himself to the task was just up his alley.

He wasn't just any sorcerer, a Master of the Mystic Arts and so far, he had yet to stumble upon a spell he wasn't able to figure out.

Thus his practice began and he was pleased to find out the spell-work was neither overly complicated nor taking a lot of effort.

By the second day of trying, he had managed to delve into the darkness of his mind for just a sliver, Cloak keeping his physical body safe and making sure he wouldn't be led astray, leading him back to himself if it had to, a blue-winged butterfly who he imagined as his familiar leading him through the forest of his thoughts.

Because it was just that before his inner eye. A forest.

He had wandered around for a moment, the picture becoming clearer within his head by the second, and for the time being it was a rather peaceful state he found himself in. There was nothing to worry about here. Stephen had not begun looking for something particular, simply allowing himself to enjoy the peace of the forest, entirely void of bad things and nightmarish pictures and worries.

Once pulling back from his dreamlike state, he had ended up safely in his own study at the Sanctum, finding himself proud as he patted Cloak's shoulder with a smile and newly won confidence. Stephen felt positive he could do it and go further. The forest that had manifested was a good place to be, but he wondered how much influence he could potentially have on it or if he could perhaps change the picture, imagine himself in a different situation.

So he kept on trying every day. A third and fourth day he continued steadily, rarely leaving his study, stubbornly working on the spell.

He'd put his own body more often to sleep than he normally would have, but he was insistent on trying the same thing all over again for as often as he could, trying to get as skilled as he could, before modifying anything.

Each time he found himself passing through the exact identical forest. Cloak was always watching over him. His familiar was still a butterfly with blue wings.

It wasn't anything but peaceful, to just go on wandering, enjoying the calm nature of the forest, and coming back to consciousness, he felt positively relaxed, pleased with the success of this spell as it had helped him avoid nightmares entirely the last four days.

Nothing was out of the ordinary.

Though on the fifth day after working the spell, and repeatedly trying to figure out how he could potentially manifest something different, was when the weird feeling begun to set in.

He had just been having a lovely cup of tea after locking up the two new relics Wong had asked him to study, when a cold breeze hit him, a gust of wind brushing past.

Stephen was immediately alerted. It couldn't be the actual cold sifting through the house – the fireplaces were lit, the Sanctum was usually windproof and he was wearing clothing appropriate for the time of year as well. Oddly enough he still couldn't stop feeling cold for a while.

Thanks to his heightened senses – being a sorcerer made one a lot more aware of things around you, especially those not visible to most humans – he noticed quickly something appeared to be looming over him, bringing its cold presence along. Something was here. Lingering. Waiting.

He brushed it off at first.

The Sanctum was a magical place and such experiences weren't out of the ordinary, especially when one tended to overwork himself. Perhaps it was just the house itself playing him a trick. It had been a long week of spell practice after all and Stephen was convinced whatever it was, was not malicious and would not decide to bother him much either as soon as it noticed he wouldn't play any games with it.

The next two days, he continued to visit the forest of his dreams, walking around, beginning to follow the path that had eventually appeared, the small butterfly leading the way. Oddly enough, Cloak had pulled him back out of his dreamlike state multiple times during his attempts, as if sensing he might lose himself, leading him back to his physical body and his bed instead.

Stephen considered doing this spell all over again was draining his magical energy, making him feel on edge all of the sudden. Perhaps he needed a break from practicing.

The icky feeling of being watched however seemed to follow him. He had paid Kamar-Taj a short visit over the weekend, and even there it continued to last.

Of course, he didn't mention it to Wong, knowing the man would have scolded him and likely sent him to the Nepalese wilderness as a punishment, so thinking 'How bad could it be' he had returned back home without another word.

Though once at the Sanctum again, he began to second-guess his decision. Perhaps he should have told Wong about it after all – because something had most definitely latched onto him and he wouldn't have been surprised if it was tied to the mysterious book.

How likely was it he had accidentally conjured a spirit by making use of this book and trying one of the spells in the first place? It had not been part of the warnings. Then again, there had been a significant amount of pages in the very same chapter he had not been able to make sense of – and even with all the precautions in place, magic still worked in strange ways sometimes.

He didn't want to risk bringing something potentially dangerous into his reality. Perhaps the subconscious of his mind had created a bit of trouble he hadn't been aware of - with all that darkness from his past, he wouldn't have been too surprised if something had come to the surface as well. But even if he had, wasn't it also his responsibility to undo any of this? Wong wouldn't have to know if he took care of it by himself. He just had to be prepared to face the unknown.

Working multiple protecting spells, fortifying his own mind before trying to fall asleep and having Cloak nearby, he tried to catch some sleep anyways. Perhaps, considering whatever was following him, it would be lured forward while he was back in a dream-like state. Stephen tended to have a light sleep, sometimes preferring to astral project and continue his work while his body was resting, trying to be aware of his surroundings most of the time.

He was convinced that the slightest odd thing threatening his physical form would awake him immediately. Not to mention, he was a Master of the Mystic Arts – he knew how to trap and counter most beings that threatened human existences. While not exactly knowing what was apparently haunting him, this couldn't be any more difficult or different for that matter.

Surprisingly enough, once he sank into the world of dreams, he started wading in the forest again and immediately noticed something was different – Cloak might still protect his body in the real world, but he didn't have his familiar with him. The butterfly was gone. He was all alone here. He wasn't supposed to be here alone.

Wood and leaves crunching under his feet, a fog began limiting his vision as he kept on walking. Stephen felt uneasy but didn't want to stop in his tracks, imagining he would come upon a clearing any moment, imagining sunshine would peak through the trees' crowns, imagining he would be safe and warm any second.

But the forest just kept on going and so he kept on walking, not entirely unaware the presence had supposedly followed him here too. Perhaps it had come from here and he had invaded its space, causing it to follow him.

Whatever it was, was clearly around – and knew his name.

"Stephen~" a soft, breathy voice reached his ear.

"If you're so prone on being around me, you could at least have the decency to show yourself", Stephen spoke, remaining in his spot, somewhere between trees. He knew that looking around and trying to spot the being would lead to nothing, but it was likely hiding. But he could brace himself for an attack as soon as he noticed the slightest shift.

A giggle followed his request, eerily echoing through the mass of trees. Whatever was ridiculing him could be anywhere and it wouldn't appear to him on its own will.

"Alright then", he huffed, "What earns me your attention? What do you want?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, handsome~", the voice mocked, could have been either male or female by the sounds of it, but he supposed that could be deceiving. It would likely take any shape it wanted.

"That's why I asked", Stephen rolled his eyes, knowing that his own cockiness might anger the being and perhaps get it to a point where it would reveal itself. Though perhaps it was foolish to tease it. He didn't know what it was capable of.

"Is this your realm? Not very inviting honestly", he added, snark dripping in his voice as he spoke into the nothingness.

"No, this is all you, Stephen~", the thing replied and wind began blowing through the forest, branches and leaves swaying with the breeze, cracking ominously, "You're the one that invited me. I'm just here to have some fun."

"Come out and play, then", he challenged it immediately, bracing himself for any kind of encounter, any movement, every single crack within the forest startling him. He looked around, keeping as calm as he could, checking for anything out of the ordinary. Whatever it was, was close.

A shiver seeped through his bones as he could feel the temperature around him sinking.

An odd sensation crossed him and then, all of the sudden, he could feel hands moving all over his body, everywhere, though nothing was physically touching him. Something had caught up to him.

A shadow pulled into his vision and two golden glowing orbs resembling what must have been eyes appeared before him.

"I'm already here, Stephen", the voice spoke, so close, so clear, as if something was murmuring right into his ear, and warm wet breath brushed his skin.

He woke up in a cold sweat, disoriented, breathing hard as his heart was rapidly hammering in his chest.

Cloak was tugging on his arm, apparently having shaken him awake as soon as it had noticed distress in its Master, insistent. Stephen switched on the light on the bedside table immediately, looking around in a bit of a rush and more than a little panic, unsure what had just happened and why it had felt so... real.

"Vishanti's sake", he uttered under his breath. He was still in his bed, in his rooms. Everything was okay. Cloak was with him, consoling him with its familiar presence. He wasn't hurt. He was safe.

It still made him wonder.

What kind of thing had sought him out in his dream? Had it been just a dream? More so a nightmare, of course, judging by the promiscuity. It hadn't attacked him, but was clearly a mischievous spirit, perhaps a lesser demon, something that had chosen to come haunt him out of fun... or out of malignant intent. He wasn't able to tell just yet.

The dream hadn't been influenced by the entity, as it had said, it was all Stephen's head. But it had crept into the scenario, into his mind, searching for something, playing with him for god knows what reason. If not from the book itself, had it come from his own subconscious?

"What have I gotten myself into", he sighed out loud, brushing a hand over his sweaty face, and Cloak patted his shoulder in conciliation.

Needless to say, he didn't get much sleep for the rest of the night, or the following days for that matter. He usually stayed in his astral form watching over his own body, instead of allowing his mind to get the rest it desperately needed, and when he decided to sleep, he made sure to brace his mind and stopped working the spell, even if it meant he'd have another nightmare about Dormammu and the like.

His body was awfully exhausted whenever he returned to it each morning. It didn't help that the very same body also decided to ridicule him on top of this, causing him to wake up horny and half-hard on most days, which was admittedly the weirdest thing about all this.

He didn't try messing with the book or any spell in it again, he didn't try any more of this wicked manifestation, and remained really cautious of everything going on around him. Even so, the feeling something was terribly wrong just wouldn't leave him alone anymore and he was more than tired of it.

•

Doing his proper research this time, Stephen tried to come up with an efficient plan to get rid of whatever was sticking to him. He had planned to take matters into his own hands, still not wanting to bother Wong about it, and was close to coming up with a plan that would have worked just fine, when he fell asleep entirely unaware one night after exhaustion eventually caught up on him.

Stephen damned himself for falling asleep as soon as he became aware of his position. This time though, there was no forest to wander in, there was no shadow to haunt him, there was no actual dream: he found himself right where he had begun to slumber, laying on his bed, the room gently lit by candlelight, warm and welcoming as usual.

Nothing seemed off, other than the fact that he felt very much trapped, unable to move, unable to force himself to wake up - it very much was a vulnerable position to be in and apparently just what his tormentor desired. Great.

"Steeeeephen~", the voice returned, indicating that this thing was here, though not yet showing itself yet, "Look at you being all careless. No protection today?"

"I suppose so", Stephen replied, pleased that he was capable of speaking, though he wasn't sure whether he was actually forming the words with his mouth or only thinking them. This was a feeling of paralysis more than an actual dream, but he had no actual idea what was going on or how this was going to turn out for him. While slightly cautious of it, he was also incredibly curious.

"And you came to mock me?", he asked.

"Mock you?", the voice replied, a small giggle following the notion, "Noooo~ I came to have fun."

"But you're not here for just fun, are you? At least tell me who you are and what you really want", Stephen remained demanding, trying to overcome his concerns, trying to not appear afraid of anything. He didn't feel fear, not really, though the uncertainty of the situation was horrible to think about. He was afraid he would forever be trapped in this state of being, between dream and reality - at least until someone would notice something was off. Cloak certainly would. And Wong. But damn, thinking about it, he was possibly more afraid of Wong's wrath than of any demon haunting his dreams.

"Aren't you cute", the voice tutted gently and while it might have been his mind playing tricks, he could hear something flutter, like wings, a presence approaching him, "We never tell our names, but I can assure you... that I am the sweetest nightmare you have ever encountered."

"Let me be the judge of that", Stephen mused, very aware of the fact the sensation of hands crawling over his body returned. He could feel the touch so clearly, on his legs at first, sneaking up to his loins, his stomach, the broad of his chest, his arms, his neck, his head, until the touch was just everywhere all at once.

The spirit was toying with him clearly, touching him without the initial intention to hurt. It wasn't even uncomfortable. No, the touch was warm and welcoming and even more so arousing - so much, he was certain it had not too long ago already visited him in his sleep and caused him to wake up horny in the first place.

Whatever it was, was turning him on. Stephen was a lot of things but not a fool. A sweet nightmarish creature, called forward in his sleep, a touch that was promising and arousing, when it should have grueling and off-putting. It was flirting and very focused on him, not attacking him though. He had heard of them and was almost certain it was a sex demon he encountered.

Out of all things in that damn multiverse...

"You are a tempting man, Stephen Strange", the voice spoke once more and invisible hands slid along the length of his torso, "If you were any less of the man you are, I wouldn't be here. But your potency... is... mmh... let's say very attractive."

"If you start complimenting me like this, at least do me the honour and let me see you too", he replied, trying to be all snarky, though he could feel himself weakening under its hands. He was unable to resist the temptation, having gone so long without a simple touch, having gone so long without pleasure. In a way, he was starving for contact. He didn't ever think a spirit would manage to rouse those feelings within him, but he couldn't stop himself from feeling this type of way.

The shadow from the forest sneaked up on him again, two small golden orbs illuminating what appeared to be a face, and then they took their shape as Stephen watched in awe.

They climbed right on top of him, sliding onto his lap, and allowed him to see their true, very naked form in the little light coming from his bedside. Milk white thighs perched on his sides as the figure made itself comfortable atop him, leading up to a lean torso of equally pale skin, a body that spoke grace and raw beauty, a pretty face with perfectly sculpted features framed by blonde hair, two golden eyes peeking out from under long lashes watching him curiously.

Could have fooled him for the most perfect being ever created.

There was more to the spirit though, so clearly inhumane - two black horns peeking out from their forehead, small bat-like wings spanned behind them, a little devil's tail flicking back and forth in excitement. As they smiled at him, the small fangs were visible through plump lips. The hands resting on his chest ended in sharp tips, claws, no doubt capable of ripping prey apart.

They looked as sweet and innocent as they did dangerous and devilish.

Stephen was certain then. The creature was a demon - and since their appearance was so appealing to him, in every way, he was assured this could be either a succubus or an incubus. Its gender he couldn't tell.

"Like what you see, Steeeephen?", they taunted him.

"Obviously. Isn't that the whole point of your appearance?", he spoke, aware of the demon's nakedness and how they were using that to maintain some absurd amount of power over him, knowing exactly that he was wanting and needy.

He wasn't surprised of his own response to them, the way they were shifting on his lap, purposely grinding into him. There was no way he could have stayed unaffected. He became painfully aware that he was aroused and even more so aware he might grow weak enough to surrender to its advances.

"Oh, it's a bit more complicated than that, my dear sorcerer", the creature smiled, clawed hands sneaking all over him as they began peeling him out of his clothes.

Stephen could just lay still and watch, captured by the beauty on top of him and how sweetly it felt to be touched, even though sharp claws pricked his skin once in a while. Just teasing, never wounding.

"Is it the book that called you forward? Have I performed the spell wrong?", he dared to question, trying to remain as neutral and unaffected by the situation as he could, though blood was quickly rushing to his nether regions, once the hem of his sweatpants was reached.

"Oh, not wrong", they hummed gently, almost getting him completely bare beneath them. Their hands moved swiftly. "Most just cannot choose how their dreams do manifest. Something deep within you called to me. I have been searching for a long time and you've made it very easy for me to find you while you kept meddling during your sleep. And I can't help myself. I just love myself a handsome, powerful sorcerer."

Flattered by their words and pliant to their touches, Stephen knew that having sex with a demon, though they were made for that purpose in some hellish scape, never meant anything good. They usually drained victims of their energy, harvesting potent semen, impregnating women to create more demonic entities. He couldn't be sure what this one's plan was, but fucking them was in some ways seeming inevitable now. By the Vishanti, he was aching to.

Had he really been so lonely and desperate for touch, desperate for someone to take care of him, that it had been enough to call forward a sex demon? Now he wasn't so sure whether Wong would actually be angry with him or just laugh at the ridiculousness of this situation.

"Is this just fun and games for you?", he wondered, "Because you can have that. I'm just asking you to let go off me afterwards."

"I do as I please", the demon shrugged, finally stripping him bare, leaving him at its mercy, his cock already twitching in excitement as it was freed from the restraints, requesting to be tended to. He couldn't control himself. It was like his body knew nothing but lust in this exact moment. One of the demon's effects on him, no doubt. "Look at you. Can't behave yourself, huh? How long has it been since you fucked someone, Stephen? How long has it been since you last surrendered to someone? To your own lust? To your own need?"

"A while", he could only groan as the demon wrapped one clawed hand around his cock, careful not to hurt him, beginning to rouse him even more with their wickedness and the tempting movements of their hand, until he was fully hard, his tip oozing precum. Lord, he'd never been so aroused. Not in years.

Golden eyes watched him with curiosity, adoration even, and the little tail with a mind of its own began stroking up and down his thigh, both soothing and arousing.

How long had it been? Years. Two years of complete abstinence, save for his own hand of course. Five years of being gone from the blip. A couple of busy months since returning and he had never once allowed himself to get close to someone else after Christine.

He had had no one. That didn't mean he hadn't wanted. He just hadn't been able to find the trust. Nothing had felt right. Nothing had felt good enough. His own pleasure hadn't seemed important. The world's safety was.

"Is it really so surprising then? That I am here for you, Stephen?", they spoke, their words nothing but a whisper, "Don't you just want to let go? To fuck me? I can give you whatever you like and more."

Stephen hated to admit it to himself, because yes, he did want. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in this temptation, this promise, no matter how dangerous it might be. He wanted nothing more but to feel.

"Tonight, yes. After that you'll be gone", he tried to speak sternly, knowing that it wasn't very likely that the demon would listen to his request, but still trying to set boundaries for himself. He couldn't let them too close, couldn't give them permission to use him as they pleased. He wasn't going to be some slave.

"We shall see", the demon mused, shifting forward in his lap, until they were fully capable of grinding into his hardness again.

There was something androgynous about them, beyond any kind of gender, but appealing in form and well-suited to take his cock. He could feel slickness, wet warmth as his cock slid in between. The feeling was nothing but pleasant and he bit his lip hard to repress any noises, though it was entirely senseless as low whimpers left his mouth anyways.

Resting their clawed hands on the plane of his stomach to support their own movements, it only took a skilled shift of hips, welcoming his cock in a tight and wet heat, and pulling him deep, deep inside.

"Fuck, you feel so good", he groaned instantly, completely sheathed within the demon, walls clenching around him with a tight squeeze, and in any other position he might have considered himself lucky. But it was wrong to crave this, wrong to want what a creature of lust offered, though now he just couldn't help himself.

"I want you to take what you need, Stephen", the sickly sweet voice mused, sharp claws trailing all the way up to his chest, as they softly rolled their hips into his, creating a painfully slow rhythm, sucking him in perfectly into the tight heat, "I want you to surrender to me. I can give you what you want. You just have to surrender."

The slightest part of Stephen wanted to surrender too, even more so than anything else. He wanted to give in to this gorgeous creature with pale cheeks slightly blushing red, honey-colored eyes, an aura that was warm and welcoming and menacing, sharp claws only lightly scratching over his skin, not quite enough to mark him as territory, the sneaky tail flicking back and forth with clear excitement.

He wanted to touch it, feel the softness of those milky thighs and the heat of its body, as much as he wanted to be touched by it, but his limbs were too restrained by the paralysis, the magic it worked on him.

"Let me hold onto you", he groaned, begged nearly, as the demon kept rolling their hips into him, rocking back and forth, up and down, grip on his cock tight and immensely pleasurable to the point where he was shaken by the intensity of all those sensations. It had been so long. So long since he had buried his cock in another person, so long since he had been touched so sensually, so long since he had felt the heat of passion coursing through his body.

And now he already was so close to giving in.

"I need to touch you", he begged another time.

The demon could sense his desperation, as much as they had been able to sense his loneliness, this deep aching for someone to take care of him. In many ways, Stephen was under the impression that they could see it all - like he was simply being stripped off every physical and mental wall he had ever tried to built up, laying his soul completely bare to something that was so dangerous and feeding off his emotional baggage as much as his lust.

Clawed hands reached for his and he could feel the paralysis being suddenly lifted off his arms, his limbs feeling lighter by the second. The demon caressed his scarred hands for a moment, before he brought them to their waist, instructing him to hold on there, but sending him a look that advised him to not try anything dumb under any circumstance.

Holding onto them was so much better than he had expected. He could feel the soft skin under his fingers and the warmth radiating off it. It was so much easier to guide their movements too, just like he desired, thrusting upwards into the night creature, who only spent him a slight grin and a quiet moan.

"My, my... someone is being needy. Good thing I am so insatiable", they mused, hands splayed over his chest as they dug the claws into his skin, riding him with a temper and such intensity that Stephen felt himself coming close, "I could do this again and again, fuck you all night long, make you come all over again until you can't anymore and beg me to stop. Every night from now on. And forever. I'm going to make you last, so I can feed on you again and again and again. You'll be all mine, Stephen Strange, and no one else's."

Those words alone were a rather concerning sign of danger. Stephen knew the demon was feasting on him and his lust - but he couldn't do anything but obey and lose himself in the act itself. He couldn't keep himself from reacting, even though he could feel how the thing was feeding off of him, draining him off his energy, playing with him to keep themself alive and satisfied.

They were nothing but a predator, he was nothing but the prey, willing and wanting to be consumed in this defiled way, no matter if the creature hurt him or not.

He just couldn't do anything against it. He didn't want to do anything against it, because it felt so good and eventually his mind was so clouded with pleasure that his body longed to be used, to be theirs entirely.

The demon was taking care of him and his needs, they were brushing away the thoughts of loneliness and sorrow, making him crave nothing but this, and this alone. It was all he could think about. All he ever wanted.

Continuing the ferocious movements on top of him, taking him in deep every time, marking his chest with their claws like he was their plaything and nothing else, Stephen couldn't stop looking at the creature in utmost appreciation. He couldn't take his eyes of the ethereal being, beauty and depravity all in one, in the most tempting form.

He fully surrendered himself into this beast and he knew he was damned, when he felt that he was about to come, but couldn't stop himself. Didn't want to stop himself.

A tremble surged through his entire body, even in this weird state of paralysis he could feel himself shaking, his fingers tightly digging into the demon's soft skin as they fucked him even harder, his cock was throbbing, pulsing with the need for relief and his balls were aching more the further they tried to drag his orgasm out.

There was no stopping now.

"M'gonna... fuck... mmh... m'gonna cum", he groaned, unable to pull his gaze away from milky skin and honey-colored irises.

The demon's wings fluttered in excitement, noticing how close he was getting to the edge, tail flicking back at forth, those enticing eyes staring at him with unquenchable desire, as it deemed fit for a demon like them.

"Cum inside of me, Stephen", they whispered sweetly, "Go ahead and let go, my dearest sorcerer."

And so he did, the rush of immense pleasure surging through every muscle, every vein, every fiber of his body. Tightness clenching around him, sharp pain where claws scratched his chest, an inhumane growl leaving the creature's throat, he couldn't hold back any longer, coming hard, spilling inside of the demon, who was completely draining his cock of cum. His orgasm seemingly lasted forever while it was feeding off him, sucking the energy right out of him and making him completely fall apart.

Exhaustion was flushing over him right away as the last few waves of pleasure ebbed away, a sudden darkness threatening to pull him in, a force he quite couldn't describe, all consuming, surrounding him, suffocating him.

As his vision grew hazy, he caught a last glimpse of them, looming over him like the demon they were and staring victoriously at him, their prey, golden eyes boring into his soul, a sinister smile on their lips.

Then everything faded to black...

•

It was a flashing light that called Stephen came back to his senses, his consciousness returning slowly but surely. He was struggling to realize what had happened at first, his head was aching and it sure felt like someone had wildly decided to scramble his brain like eggs. There was a distinct, loud noise ringing in his ears, intensifying his headache.

He felt completely drained and tired, at the same time his entire body was screaming with pain, the light was too bright and burning, and panting heavily he was clearly shaken awake by something.

He had expected it to be Cloak at first, but then a person came into view and he noticed the familiar face straight away.

A very grumpy but concerned looking Wong was staring down at him. "It won't hurt much longer now, Stephen", he spoke as stoically as usual, seemingly working a quick spell on him as the pain searing through his body was dying down all of the sudden, though it didn't help the exhaustion.

"Even though you would have deserved to suffer for your foolishness, you idiot", Wong then said a little less stoic.

Disorientated, Stephen couldn't focus at all, his mind wiped blank, distracted by the sensations still rippling through his body. He had no idea what Wong was implying, too overwhelmed by the situation at hand, the suddenness and his own exhaustion.

"What happened?", he slurred.

"Apparently someone decided to mess with his own head and called forward a sex demon", Wong sighed loudly, pressing his hand flat to Stephen's forehead in order to test his temperature, "You should be lucky that Cloak was there to save you and grabbed hold of the demon before it could vanish with the night. We're keeping them downstairs in the catacombs."

"Wait. What? A sex demon?", Stephen wondered, a little drowsy, unable to fully understand the situation, though bits and pieces of the night did flash before his eyes again. Golden eyes, milky skin, a creature as demonic as angelic, and only here for him. Their magic had pulled him in, the effect they had on him making him crazy with lust. He too remembered how that hellish thing had used him, though also how good it had felt and how much he had wanted them in this moment. He had surrendered.

The thought made him shiver.

"Yes. You should be lucky we did capture it or else it would have gone on tormenting you, until completely driving you to the edge of madness and eventually complete mental submission. All while draining you of your very potent energy, which could have eventually been our conjoined undoing", Wong explained, conjuring a small blurb of magic, before placing his hand on Stephen's chest, easing more of the pain and mending, on second look, the scratches the demon's claws had left on him.

"I'm sorry. I should have told you something was wrong", Stephen apologized right away. He couldn't believe he had let himself be so damn foolish. He knew it had been a dangerous game to play. He should have known better.

But this little demon had been so playful, had known exactly what he wanted and needed, not to mention its mere existence was to serve others pleasure as a farce of harvesting potency... No wonder he had gotten trapped.

"Yes, you should have", Wong agreed, "I can't believe it. Especially you. Calling forward a sex demon, because you're not getting any. If it weren't such a grave situation, I would almost want to laugh."

He didn't bother arguing or even protesting. Wong was right to make fun of him. So he did what he did best and covered up his sheer embarrassment with snark. "What's my punishment going to be? Will I be put on leave? Holiday in the jungle? No magic for a week?", Stephen mused.

The other sorcerer was clearly annoyed, rolling his eyes at him, before shaking his head eventually. "You're going to be punished enough by having to deal with our guest. We have a demon down in the basement after all and you're going to have to be the one getting rid of it."

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