Chapter 4: Climax
The dimly lit corridor stretched out before me. The air was thick with the scent of decay and magic. Surprisingly, the tower's guardians ignored me, their gaze sliding over me as if I were a mere shadow. I wasn't sure if this was a blessing or a curse, but I was grateful for the reprieve from combat, as my new body wasn't exactly made for it.
I lamented abandoning my beautiful sword. It had so pained me to do so. It was a mighty weapon, envied by many adventurers, with a storied legend of it's own. But with my short stature and weak arms, it would only hold back. I had to focus on the task at hand, finding the sorceress, figuring out a way to break this curse.
I rounded a corner, and my heart skipped a beat. Standing there, blocking my path, was an attractive goblin woman. She wore a glossy, tight maid outfit. She'd look right at home in a king's castle, but was incongruous in the plane stone of the dungeon hallway. Her pail, green skin, red irises, and long, orange hair, set her apart from any goblin I'd seen before. She was beautiful, in a frightening, otherworldly way.
She noticed me immediately, her sharp eyes narrowing as she took in my nude, monstrous form. She eyed me suspiciously.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice soft and sweet, but her stance was anything but. Her hands rested on her hips, her knuckles cracking as she flexed her fingers. I could see the latex of her maid outfit stretched taut across her chest, her ample breasts heaving with her breath. Black latex panties peeked out from beneath her short skirts. I shook my head, trying to clear my arousal, with limited success.
I hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. The last thing I needed was to get on the wrong side of a trained, goblin maid. Especially one that looked like she could snap me in half without breaking a sweat.
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my new body from shaking visibly. "I'm... human, turned imp. I mean you no harm, maid." I offered, my voice still alien to my own ears. I wasn't sure what else to say. She eyed me warily, her grip on her hip tightening.
"What's your name?" She asked, clearly intrigued.
I hesitated before answering.
The goblin maid smirked. "I'm Davna. And I'm not just some maid, imp. I report directly to the sorceress." she snapped, her eyes flashing with danger. "So, you'd best tell me why you're here, and what you want."
I swallowed hard, trying to hide the tremor in my voice. "I need to see the sorceress. I... I have some business with her."
Davna's eyes narrowed, and she steped closer, looming over me. Then, as if she'd just had the most wonderful idea, she said "little Imp wants an audience with the mistress, eh? This should be good... I'll make sure you have a warm welcome, little imp." Davna's grin widened, revealing a set of sharp, pointed teeth that sent a chill down my spine. "Come with me."
She turned and began to walk down the corridor, her hips swaying. I followed behind her, unsure of what to make of her comments. This was not the outcome I had expected, but perhaps, Davna could provide me an opportunity to plead with the big lady, herself.
As we walked, I couldn't help but notice the way Davna moved, the fluid grace of her stride, the confident roll of her shoulders. She was a warrior, competent and powerful. At my full strength, with no armor or weapons, she'd give me a run for my money. In this body, unarmed, I wouldn't stand a chance.
It wasn't just her prowess that intrigued me. I found myself drawn to her, my eyes lingering on the curve of her hips, the fullness of her thighs. I shook my head again, trying to clear it of such thoughts. This cockring was driving me mad! I needed to focus, not be distracted by her physique.
Davna glanced back at me, as we walked. She paused, looking me up and down, her gaze lingering on my exposed cock. A hint of a grin touched her lips and a faint blush colored her green cheeks.
"She is just beyond that door. I like you, so I'll give you this warning." Davna said, her eyes glinting with mischief. "She doesn't like demons. Don’t treat her with an ounce of disrespect. Understand?"
I nodded, my throat dry, "Understood." I'd take any warning I could get from this goblin woman, even if it was cloaked in bloodthirsty threats.
She led me to a large, ominous door, the frame carved with intricate symbols that seemed to writhe and twist under the dim light.
The air grew colder, heavier, as if the very essence of the tower itself was warning me to turn back. Davna pushed the door open, revealing a vast chamber. In contrast to the rest of the tower, this room was clean, well lit and fernished better than many noble mansions.
In the center sat the sorceress, clad in her lacy underwear and a loose-fitting silk robe. She was in deep concentration, reading an ancient looking tomb. It was a far cry from the regal, godlike being I had envisioned, but I wasn't about to criticize her in her own home.
Davna bowed, her movements fluid and elegant. "Mistress, this... Imp has come to see you." she said, her voice a soft murmur that seemed to echo through the chamber. "He wishes to speak with you regarding a... business matter?"
The sorceress looked up from her sprawled position on the chaise, her eyes narrowing as they landed on me. She took in my new form, her gaze cold and unimpressed. "What is it this time, Davna?" she asked, her voice dripping with irritation.
Davna straightened, her gaze flicking between me and the sorceress. "He claims he has business with you, mistress. Something about being a man, transformed into a demon."
The sorceress's eyes widened slightly at the mention of a transformation, her gaze snapping back to me. She studied me. I could feel her power washing over me, invasive and uncaring. Her expression remained inscrutable, before a frown spread across her face. "You have the stink of Tavix on you. I can smell it from here. I'm not interested in... what ever this is. It's probably just another one of her tricks to involve me in her little games." She returned to her book and casually waved me away. "Remove this creature from my sight, Davna. I have no time for this." the sorceress, ordered, her nose wrinkled in disgust as she waved me away.
Davna's eyes gleamed with a cruel light, and she took a step towards me, her hands clenching into fists. "With pleasure, Mistress. What shall I do with him?"
I braced myself, knowing that I couldn't fight Davna in my current state, and the sorceress could do far worse than kill me. But I had to try to make her listen.
"Wait!" I rasped, my voice barely audible. "You can't send me away! You're my only hope!"
She rolled her eyes. "I don't care, just don't kill or permanently damage Tavix’s new toy. It will only make more work for me later. And for goddess’s sakes, what ever you do with him, keep him quiet!" She snapped, not bothering to look up from her book. "I've had enough distractions for one day, thank you."
Davna's eyes flashed, and she lunged at me with shocking speed. She grabbed me by the neck, her fingers digging into my flesh. I gave a strangled yelp in pain and surprise. I tried to pry her hands off but I was too weak and her grip too strong. She dragged me out into the corridor, closing the door behind her with a muted thud.
"I warned you, didn't I?" she hissed in my ear, her voice a low growl. "Treat her with respect, imp. But you didn't listen." She giggled maniacally. "Mistress said I could do what ever I wanted to you, as long as she can't hear. And right now, I want to fuck you. We're going to a place where no one can hear you scream." Davna's grip on my neck tightened, making it impossible to breathe. "I'm about to rock your wold." she sneered as she dragged me towards an other room. My vision narrowed as blood flow to my brain was restricted. As we entered the room, my world faded to red, then to black.
I awoke with a coughing groan, laying on a firm mattress. My arms and legs had been bound to the bed frame. My head throbbed, and my neck ached where Davna had grabbed me. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. The room was small, the walls bare, the only decoration a large, ornate mirror hanging on the far wall.
I tried to move, but the bindings held fast, my struggles only tightening the ropes. I looked around, as the previous moments came rushing back to me. Davna leaned comfortably against the far wall.
My eyes strayed to her, taking in the sight of her. She stood casually, arms crossed beneath her ample breasts, her eyes gleaming with a predatory, hungry gaze. My heart pounded in my chest and cock, in a strange mix of fear and arousal.
"You're awake." she purred, her voice like velvet, but with a sharp edge that promised pain. "Good. Because I have a lot planned for you, little Imp, and I want you awake to experience it all." She pushed off the wall, her hips swaying as she moved towards me. I watched, my breath catching in my throat as she climbed onto the bed, her weight dipping the mattress slightly.
She reached under the skirt of her maid outfit and pulled her latex panties off, tossing them casually behind her.
Her pussy was already glistening, her folds swollen and pink. She straddled my chest, her knees digging into the mattress on either side of my ribs.
"I couldn't help but notice your... jewelry, little imp. Your mistress give you that?" She said, grabbing the cockring.
I gritted my teeth, struggling against my bindings. "Fuck you, goblin bitch!" I snarled.
Davna laughed. "Feisty little imp." she purred, her grip tightening on the cockring. "Don't you dare talk to your betters like that, you little fucktoy. It must suck to know that you used to be bigger and stronger than me. Is it true that you used to human, little imp?"
She crushed my cock in her grip, making me gasp in pain and pleasure. "You know what that is, don't you? The little ring on your cock. You can't cum unless she allows it... and since she isn't here... I can fuck you all night. You'll stay hard and I cant get pregnant. You are nothing now but my living fuck toy. A demoinc dildo. Scream as loud as you want. No one can hear you in here. And You wont escape till I've grown board of the noises you make."
I glared up at her, defiance burning in my eyes. "Fuck you!" I hissed. I pulled against my bondage, struggling to get away from her, but to no avail.
Davna's eyes narrowed, and she yanked on the ring again, hard. I cried out, my back arching off the bed.
Davna chuckled. “You like that, don’t you? You like the pain, you little masochist.” her eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of delight. She slid her hips back, her sex inches from my cock.
I could smell her, a musky, intoxicating scent that made my cock throb even harder in its restraint. Davna leaned down, her hands on either side of my chest, her latex encased breasts hanging heavy and tempting above me. She licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with hunger.
"You want it, don't you, little imp? You want to feel my cunt around your cock? That ring is keeping you horny, for me."
I clenched my jaw, refusing to give her the satisfaction of my response. But my body betrayed me, my cock throbbing painfully in the cursed ring, desperate for release.
"Don't worry, little imp. I'll give you what you want. But first, I want to play." She shifted her weight, her pussy sliding over my chest, leaving a trail of her juices on my skin. Then she straddled my face. I could feel her hot, wet pussy pressing against my lips, her juices coating my chin. I tried to turn my head, to escape her, but she had me pinned down, her thighs like a vice around my head.
"Fuck you!" mumbled into her sex, my voice muted by her folds. It was a half-hearted protest, lacking the fire of my earlier convictions. For a moment I thought about biting her, but an image of her beating my bound body to death flashed in my mind and I quickly abandoned that train of thought.
She just chuckled. "I love it when they struggle." she purred, her voice like silk as she shifted her hips, grinding against my face. "Makes it that much sweeter when I break them."
I tried to shake my head, to refuse her, but her thighs were like iron bands around my skull. Her pussy was hot and wet. The scent of her arousal was overpowering, filling my head like a thick, intoxicating fog.
"You can't deny it, little imp." she taunted, her voice breathy with desire. "You're hard for me. I know you're always hard, but I caught you sneaking a peak more than once... I know you want me."
It was true. My cock was as hard as stone, the ring biting into my flesh with every pulse. I felt the heat of her pussy and I couldn't deny the effect it had on me. Davna chuckled, the sound vibrating against my face.
"See?" she taunted, grinding her hips against my face. "You want it. You want me. You want this fucking cunt."
She was right, but I also knew that release as beyond my reach. My cock was a prisoner in its own flesh, swollen and aching, but unable to fulfill its purpose.
Davna chuckled again, her pussy grinding against my face. "Still think you can deny it, little imp?" she mocked, her voice thick with lust. Her pace quickened. "You're so hard, so ready. Admit that you want me." She said breathlessly. Her thighs squeezing my head as she pressed herself into me.
I could feel her lips, slick and hot, sliding against my mouth. Her movements were fervent and eager. I tried to turn my head, to escape, but she was relentless, her grip on my head unyielding.
"Suck my clit, you little fucktoy!" she growled, her voice thick with desire. "Do something with that forked tongue. I want to feel it inside me!"
I could feel her legs trembling, her thighs squeezing my head tighter. She ground her pussy harder against my face, her clit rubbing against my lips. She was close, so close I could taste it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she swore, her voice shaking with the effort to hold back.
But I didn't want her to hold back. I wanted her to let go, to come all over my face. I wanted to feel her hot, sticky juices coat my skin. I wanted her to scream my name as she came.
I opened my mouth and finally gave in, sticking out my long tongue and licking her clit. Her hips bucked against my face, and she let out a gasp, her fingers gripping my stubby horns.
"Fuck yes, that's it! Lick me, you little fucktoy. Make me come."
I did as I was told, swirling my imp tongue around her swollen clit, sucking and nipping at it. Her taste was like dirty honey, sweet and intoxicating, and I found myself lost in her. I couldn't get enough of her, and I eagerly lapped at her pussy, desperate to make her come.
Davna threw her head back, her green skin flushed pink with arousal. Her hips moved in a frenzied rhythm, grinding against my face. Her breath caught and I redoubled my efforts, my tongue working her clit with feral intensity.
"That's it." she cooed, her fingers tightening on my horns.
"Make me come. Make m-mee, cuuum!" She screamed. Her sex clenched my tongue and her orgasm took control of her body. A torrent of her juices coated my face, her hips bucking wildly as she rode out her pleasure. I lapped at her, drinking in her taste, her scent, her very essence.
As her orgasm began to subside, she slid down my captive form. Her glossy, latex-clad body was slick with sweat. She panted looking down at me, her eyes wild. Her hand reached down, stroking my cock, the ring crushed my flesh like a vice. I groaned, my hips bucking against her touch, desperate for more. But she just laughed, her grip tightening around my cock.
"I'm not done with you yet." She said positioning her sex above mine. "I want you inside me!" She slowly fell on my sex, her pussy devouring my aching member. I gasped as her hot, slick folds surrounded me, her muscles clenching around my cock.
"Oh, fuck!" I groaned, the ring squeezeing my member, but the pleasure was overwhelming. Davna threw her head back, her green skin flushed pink with arousal and exertion. Her hips moved in a slow, sensuous rhythm, grinding against me.
"You feel so fucking good, little imp." she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Your cock is like a steel pipe, so hard and thick. I can feel every inch of you." Davna moaned, her hips grinding against mine, taking me deeper with each thrust. "You like that, don't you? You like feeling my cunt around your cock?"
I groaned, my hips moving in time with hers, desperate for release. "Yes!" I hissed, my body aching with the need to come. "Y-yes."
Davna laughed. "I'm going to ride your cock until you can't take it anymore. Poor little Imp. You can't even cum." She mocked.
*"Hello, Thrall."* Tavix's voice rang in my head, snapping me out of the moment. My blood ran cold. Somehow she was speaking telepathically to me. *"Looks like you two are having fun."* She sounded... amused? How much did she know? Has she been watching me the entire time?
Davna didn't seem to hear Tavix. She was also too lost in her own pleasure to notice my sudden change in demeanor. Her hips were moving like a well-oiled machine, grinding against me. The sight of her, wild and wanton, sent my heart racing and my cock throbbing painfully in side her.
*"Your little goblin friend doesn't think you can cum, eh?"* She sounded like she was plotting something.
"Davna... I. Please stop. I have to tell you something!" I pleaded. I didn't like where this was going.
Davna ignored me , her hips moving faster, her pussy gripping my cock tighter.
"Fuck, you're so tight!" I groaned, my body on fire with need. "Please, Davna, you have to stop."
She looked down at me in confusion, than in sadistic glee. "Already begging me to stop? I haven't even started yet, little imp." She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my chest, her mouth inches from my ear. "I'm going to torture you with ecstasy, little imp. I'm going to ride your cock until you beg for mercy. You'll be driven mad by your need to cum." She whispered, her voice a sultry purr.
"You're at my mercy, fuck toy, and I have none to give." Davna sat up, her hips still moving, taking me deeper with each thrust. She reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me deeper into her.
"Look at me, little imp!" she commanded. I looked up at her knowing I was completely at her mercy, my cock well and truly trapped inside her.
*"Well that settles it. I'm going to give you your release, Thrall. But make no mistake. This is not a reward for you. This is a punishment for Davna."* I felt a tingle in my loins as strange magic settled into my sex.
"Davna, no!" I pleaded. I felt my climax rising quickly and there was nothing I coud do to stop it. "You don't understand. This isn't--"
Davna cut me off with a hand over my mouth. "Shut your fucking mouth! Your bitch of a mistress isn't here to save you. You think I care that your little cock ring is driving you mad? Your my little fuck toy and there's nothing you can do about it." She snarled, her face contorted with rage. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream. And if your precious Tavix doesn't like it, she can come and stop me herself."
Her hand stifled my moan as I squeezed my muscle down in a desperate attempt to hold my seed in.
But it’s no use. Tavix released the ring's bindings, tearing down the barriers that held me back. I screamed into the palm of her hand, my hips thrashing wildly as my cock exploded with a force that shook both our bodies. My member pumped load after load of hot cum into the goblin bitch's womb. And she stopped dead in her tracks. A look of complete shock painting her beautiful features.
"But that's not possible." She breathed. "Your cockring won't let you come... without..."
"Hello, little Davna." Tavix's real voice echoed around the room, her presence materializing in the form of a beautiful, powerful, and seductive creature that made Davna gasp with shock. Tavix's red skin, black hair, and glowing eyes made her seem otherworldly.
"T-tavix?! You're not supposed to be here..." Davna stammered, her grip on me tightening in fear. Tavix's presence was overwhelming, her cunning and manipulative nature radiating like a tangible force.
"I've been here the whole time, little goblin." Tavix purred, her eyes locking onto my cock, still buried inside Davna. "And look what I've found. You should know better than to take my toys without my permission. Oh, but I am willing to share... for a price. Lucky for you I've settled on one." Tavix's voice was like silk, but there was an edge to it that made my blood run cold. She reached down, her fingers brushing against Davna’s soaking wet pussy. Davna gasped, her body tensing at the sudden touch.
"You see, little Davna here, she's been naughty. And as punishment, she's going learn the responsibility of motherhood."
Davna's eyes went wide in shock. "M-motherhood? Wh-what are you talking about?" Davna stammered, her eyes darting between Tavix and my still-hard cock buried deep inside her.
Tavix's lips curled into a cruel smile. "You heard me, little goblin. You're going to be a mother. Thanks to this little stud of mine, you've been knocked up."
Davna's eyes widened in disbelief, her breath caught in her throat. "But that's not possible. I can't get pregnant. Not until I'm ready."
Tavix shrugged. "Magic has a way of bending the rules, little goblin. You should know that better than most. And who knows? Maybe this little one will be a powerful sorcerer themselves one day. Wouldn't that be a wonderful gift for your mistress?"
Davna's eyes narrowed, her grip on my cock tightening. "You bitch!" she hissed. "You know Aethra hates demons. What will she do when she finds out I'm carrying a baby with demon blood?" Davna asked, her voice shaking with anger and fear. "She'll cast me out..." she whimpered.
Tavix laughed, a sound like honey and venom mixed together. "Oh, little goblin, I'm sure you'll find a way to make it work. You're quite resourceful, after all."
Davna's eyes narrowed, and she looked down at me, her grip on my cock tightening. "And what about you, little imp? You're just as much to blame for this. I should rip your cock off and shove it down your throat."
I glared up at her, my body still throbbing with the aftershocks of my release. "I tried to tell you but you wouldn't listen! Besides, I'm not the one that tied you to this bed." Davna's expression softened slightly, her gaze flicking back to Tavix. "What do you want from me?" she wispered.
Tavix's eyes gleamed with triumph as she looked down at the goblin. "Honestly, nothing. " she said, her fingers brushing against Davna's swollen pussy. "I want you to keep and raise the baby as your own. A little imp-goblin might even be quite cute."
Davna's cheeks blushes as she considered it. She looked down at me as if trying to imagine the outcome of our unity.
I could see the struggle in her eyes as she considered the consequences of her actions. But the sight of my cum dripping out of her and onto me seemed to bring her back to the present.
"Since it seems you two are done here, would you mind returning my property?" Tavix asked, staring meaningfully at my restraints. Davna glared at the demon woman before reluctantly nodding. She untied me, her expression a mix of disgust and resignation. I rubbed my wrists, wincing at the pain.
"What do you want from me, demon?" I asked.
Tavix smiled, a slow, predatory curve of her lips that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, Thrall, always so direct. I like that." She reproduced the slave collar, from earlier. "No one who can help you, will help you. You're an imp, a toy. In the grand scheme of things, you're nothing but a pawn in our game." Tavix said, her voice a low, dangerous purr that sent shivers down my spine. "But you have such potential, such... enthusiasm. I think we can come to an agreement."
She tossed the collar onto the bed, where it landed with a soft thud. I eyed it warily. I knew better than to trust a demon, especially one as cunning and manipulative as Tavix.
"You may not like it, but you’re weak and look like a demon. Everyone will either use you or see you as evil trash, to be disposed of. That's why I let you have your little... adventure. So you could learn that lesson. If you want to survive, you'll need to find some one strong to protect you. Someone like me."
I looked up at Tavix. She was beauty and elegance with an edge of danger. I knew what she was offering, what she was suggesting. And I hated her for it. But I also knew that she was right. Davna, a little goblin woman, manhandled me like I was an actual toy.
"Okay... But, why enslave me. I freed you from the mirror and in return you made me like... this. Why enslave me ontop of all that?" I aksked.
Tavix smiled, her eyes gleaming with a dark, hungry lust. "Simple, Thrall. I want your complete and utter devotion. You are bound to me so I feel the need to protect you. I want you to be mine, body and soul. I want you to serve me, to please me, to obey my every command without question. In return, I will grant you power, protection, and a purpose beyond petty power and riches. I ment what I said. I will grant you the power you deserve. Seve me... and earn it."
I stared at Tavix, my mind racing. This was a trap, a cleverly crafted cage with promises of power and protection. But I was already her pawn. Everything, from the beginning, had gone exactly as she had willed it. My acceptance was only a formality, at this point.
I picked up the collar. It was cold to the touch, and a shiver ran down my spine as I felt the subtle magical energy that radiated from it. I examined it closely, my eyes tracing the intricate symbols that were etched into the metal. I was ignorant of magic and these symbols could have been a chicken soup recipe, for all I knew. But magic hummed beneath my fingers, and I knew without a doubt that this collar was not something to be taken lightly.
I sighed and looked up at my Mistress. "I accept." I whispered.