CW: Noncon, Knifeplay
Downtime was a rare commodity. You seldom ever found yourself having the time to sit down and rest, but clearly, you must've dozed off at some point. Your head bobbed as you woke up unsure of your surroundings; they didn't feel known to you. You wake up slowly, eyes flittering open, examining your surroundings carefully. The room is dimly lit and damp and you lay on a stiff bed, devoid of any covers. You attempt to bring a hand to your face to rub the sleep from your eyes only to find that you've been restrained. A shot of panic rushes through you, the adrenaline forcing you to fully wake up.
Your eyes took in your surroundings quickly. At the very least you could tell that you were still in Satanick's castle. It meant that the person who had tied you up, had not gone far since you often found yourself spending time with the Devil. There was a rusted metal door dead ahead of where you lay, three thick bars near the top, barred a rectangle opening. You couldn't make out anything beyond the door, a frown painting itself across your face.
As your gaze glided away from the closed door, you caught site of an old, wooden chair, a dark silhouette sitting on it, covered by the shadowy nature of the dimly lit room. You squinted trying to make out who resembled the figure, as well as who would do this in the first place.
"You're finally awake." A woman's voice echoed clearly, and with it dawned the recognition you had looked for.
"E-Envi?" you asked, shocked. "I don't understand."
She tilted her head, considering you. "This isn't truly a situation where you have to grasp what's going on," she muttered. Envi lifted herself from her seat, walking over to where you were strapped down.
"Well, I mean, you have me strapped down, in what I can only assume are the dungeons. Are you going to kill me?" Envi's face drew in close to yours, her breath mixing in with the air that you inhaled. Her red eyes examining you thoughtfully, as you fidgeted within your restraints.
"If I killed you, it would upset the Lord Devil," she told you, not pulling away. The close proximity of your faces was intense.
"Then..?"
Finally she pulls back a little, fixing the position of her long braid so it fell behind her, instead of over her shoulders. You watch, fixated on her curiously, as she reached into her dress apron and pulled out a bundle of straps with a ball secured tightly to it.
"Is that a gag?" Your eyes are trained on the item in her hand.
Envi doesn't say anything as she straightens the ornament in her hands, pulling the straps apart to show off the large ball at the center. "You speak too much," she informs, reaching forward with the gag.
You open your mouth to protest and she forces the large ball between your lips. The smooth plastic tastes of factory and old leather, and you desperately reject the gesture, pushing at the object with your tongue. She laughs as you struggle, looking down on you. She clips the gag in place, securing its position in your mouth.
Entirely helpless to the situation at hand, you watch paralyzed as you see a glint of silver as Envi draws a small blade. Something about her demeanor changes as she notices your fear, a malicious smirk playing across her lips. She had never been intimidating to you in the past, but now being at her mercy, your mind seems to review countless memories where her polite attitude had switched to something sadistic and intimidating.
The sharp blade of her knife cuts into the fabric clothing your body. As your garments adorning your frame fall to the ground, you try to make out the intricate gaze that's weaved itself upon her delicate face. Her crimson eyes seem to burn with something unknown, boring into your naked body. The cool air of the damp, small room causes a shiver to run itself down your spine.
Envi reaches out her arm, pressing the flat side of the cold blade against your skin, dragging it along your torso. Instinctively you try to shrink away from the knife, twisting in the restraints keeping you hostage, and pleading messily with the ball gag in your mouth. Spurred on by your reaction she presses it into you a little harder, threatening to break skin but not following through. Not yet, at least.
"There's always been something I couldn't quite place about you," she says, holding the blade in place, studying your unease closely.
You don't even attempt with a response, stilling your movements so that the only one remaining is the rise and fall of your chest with your cautious breaths.
"Having you here at my mercy, though, I believe I finally realize." Envi presses her knife down further, breaking the skin cleanly. You suck in a breath around the large ball between your lips; sharp pain spreading through you from where she drew blood. The demon licked her lips in anticipation, watching the small beads of blood drip down your bare torso.
She doesn't waste time explaining herself, setting the knife down before smearing her fingers into the hot red liquid on your torso. She spreads it gently, examining your reaction closely and carefully. You squirm against her gentle touch, whimpering at the stinging from the sensation on your skin. Satisfied, she retracts her hand, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking the blood off. Her pink tongue wraps around her index finger sensually, deep crimson eyes locking with your own.
Her finger clean of blood she reaches down towards you again. Her cold fingers trace the skin on your thigh and you feel your skin crawl with anticipation. Envi's fingers dance between your thighs towards your sex, toying with the sensitive skin around the area all the while tauntingly. She feels the heat between your legs experimentally, and you whimper as feathery feelings of pleasure whisp through you. The complex expression adorning her delicate face remained unreadable as she rubbed against your sensitive bits. You felt soft whines slip past your lips as she teased you. Her lips curved up as she heard you, eye's hungrily watching your responses.
Envi's hand dipped lower, fingers soaked in your own juices leaving a wet trail on your skin as she did. With little warning she straightened three fingers at your sex and plunged them in deeply. Struggling against your restraints, you cry out in surprise and pain. Tears well in the corner of your eyes as the shock settles into your body. Her slender fingers, curl inside you, stretching you out as you desperately try to adjust to the thickness of all three digits. You gasp as she moves her fingers quicker, twisting them and curling them within you. Your sex sucks at her fingers, squelching as she moved. The eye contact made your cheeks heat considerably, and you desperately wished you could escape her intense gaze.
You heard a sadistic laugh escape her pretty, full lips as she watches you squirm on her fingers. Each slight movement sent your weight further down on her fingers, the thickness sending more ripples of plain and pleasure through your body. The wet sucking noise only gets louder as she forces her fingers deeper. You struggle, whiney moans escaping from around the thick plastic ball gag as you do. Your sex clenches around her fingers as she curls them inside you deeply. The burning ache in your body from being stretched wide ebbs away and you feel a deep carnal pleasure begin to envelope your stomach.
Envi watches closely as your hips begin to move, forcing her fingers deeper into you. You moan louder for her, your voice only slightly muffled by the gag between your lips. She studies your reactions closely, eyes burning deeply as you make a mess of yourself on her fingers. Your gut tightens with a writhing pleasure that forces you to gasp and choke on your own voice. Her quick movements only become more prevalent as she presses on your walls. Your sex quivers around her three fingers as the squelching sounds loudly echo around the quiet room.
As her movements become quicker and more defined, targeting your most sensitive parts, you tilt your head back. The pleasure feels overwhelming and you can't stop your hips from moving with her tight movements. Her eyes bore into you as you squirm and moan and gasp. You finally feel your pleasure reach its height as she pushes her fingers into you particularly deep. You cry out loudly as your climax plummets from the height it had reached. Your sex's walls convulse around her and she watches with a deep excitement as you orgasm.
As you finally come down from the high, and your tired eyes focus on the demoness in front of you. Her eyes shine with the same intensity as before as she pulls her fingers from your hole. She deliberately wipes her soaked fingers on her skirt as she watches you. For a moment, you think maybe she didn't plan on doing anything else, and that she was would let you waltz away from the whole situation.
The mere glimmer of hope in your system seems to fade as she smiles maliciously at you. "The Lord Devil needed me to attend to some business this afternoon, but I assure you, Pet, I'll be back to play with you later." It seemed that she'd found everything she'd needed to within the time she'd forced you to squirm, and not only that, but she'd be finding out much more come that evening.