Demonic Devourer's Development

I gave Aivena the look this phrase deserved. I've seen some crazies in my life, but Aivena had a special kind of craziness that I hadn't seen in people before. Luckily, because I could tell already, I didn't like her games at all.

"Snarl all you want, Devourer, but your erection didn't go anywhere. Does that mean that mild electrocution serves to arouse you?" Aivena pressed her lips together in a hair-thin smile. Her cheeks were flushed now, and her breath came a little faster than before. "How interesting…"

I responded with a wordless hiss. Let her draw her own conclusions. The time for my revenge will come, and then I will show her what I REALLY like. And oh, she won't like it all. Not at all…

Aivena made a step towards my wooden cage and the barrier it encompassed. Now she was so close I only needed to raise an arm to get her by the throat… if not for the invisible barrier between us, I would've broken the wooden bars around me like twigs and shoved them in her eyes!

"Devourer, use your hands to achieve climax. I hope you won't need any additional insensitive for that, though if you wish, I will be glad to give one to you." Aivena, still smiling, raised a finger.

I narrowed my eyes. "What about you? Are you going to watch me doing that, too?"

"Of course. This is an experiment, and I'm going to monitor and document it. Well? Don't waste my time here."

I hated this bitch so much. But I was going to do what she said, because, first, it was much better than being hit by electric shocks, second, this was bringing me closer to freedom. Freedom. In fact, the rest was irrelevant. As long as there was freedom in the deal, even as a small glint of a plan, I'd do much more humiliating things.

I had a soul of steel, and a determination forged in Hell.

"Fine. Too bad you didn't decide to show your tits, though. Would've made this easier."

"It would've broken the integrity of the experiment."

I snorted and reached for my cock. It was still sensitive and hurt after what it survived, so I was as gentle with it as I could. My skin, soft and smooth, was good for this, even with no lube. My eyes didn't go away from Aivena's face, and her gaze was down on where my hand worked. With another hand, I cupped my balls, which also needed plenty of soothing.

My mind, though, was anything but soothed. Not to say I didn't feel arousal, but it was the strangest arousal I ever felt. The heat of it was mixed with the heat of fury that simmered brighter in me every time I saw Aivena's smug face. They were tied so closely that it was hard to distinguish which heat gave me the fervour that made my hand move faster up and down.

I imagined breaking out. The first thing I will do would be sticking her mouth full of web so she won't be able to use her spells. Then I will make Pest electrocute her for every time she electrocuted me. I will dip her fingers in acid for all the times she shot acid at me. I will stick her feet into hot coals for all the times she burned me. I will put her in a cage so small that she won't be able to stand or stretch her legs.

Then I will tell her to masturbate in front of me, and if she won't be able to, then there would be much more terrible things to do with her. And this, this would give me the most satisfying boner ever. But I won't just jerk it off. No, I would go back to my girls, and they will lavish me with caresses and submit to my whims and treat me like the best thing that ever happened with them.

With a stifled groan, I spilt a load of cum onto the floor. Aivena was still alive and well, and the spark in her eyes was even brighter than before.

"Excellent. Now I can get a sample of your sperm." Aivena narrowed her eyes at me. "Don't even try to contaminate it while I go after my tools."

I morphed my dick back into my body and demonstratively stopped away from the puddle on the ground. If she wanted to, she could have it. It could be completely sterile for all I knew. Rosha, that I knew, used potions to prevent pregnancies… Did Yvenna?

What a question. Well, I didn't knock her up yet… But I would have to make that sure after I return. I wasn't sure Bishop gave Yvenna enough sex-ed to teach her this sort of thing. In fact, it was hard to tell how educated she was in the matter with how polar she became when put next to it.

The thoughts of the people I came to think as mine put me in a melancholic mood. Or maybe it was jerking off. Either way, I didn't muster more than a half-assed snarl at Aivena when she came with a scapula on a long handle to get her "samples".

I trampled what was left into the ground and then silently watched what she was writing in her journal. She didn't take long—after a cursory description of what happened, Aivena left the journal on the table without even closing it and teleported to Heaven. I had a suspicion as to where she was in such a hurry to be.

In a silence of solitary confinement, I smirked to myself. Finally, I had something more than the grim determination to go on. This "experiment", as humiliating and unpleasant as it was, gave me what I was lacking for the last days.

Hope.. A small thing, but in the gloominess of my tiny cage, it was bigger and brighter than the sun that shone from the outside.