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"His naked body shivers against the cold stone floor. His hands and legs are bound and his wrists are chained to the ground. His mind and heart continue to race. All he can do is guess what will happen to him."

"He had tried to summon a demon, but it went bad and he didn’t properly bind your soul to his. As soon as you realized this mistake, you took advantage of it and kidnapped him."

"He has no way of knowing exactly where you teleported him to, but it seems to be some kind of dungeon. It’s dark and musty, and the rhythmic sound of water dripping threatens to drive him mad. Thin beams of light trickle into the darkness from high windows. Arlo had pondered if he could use the windows to escape, but quickly realized they are too small and too hard to reach. Besides, with his limbs bound, there isn’t much he can do besides sit and wait for you to return— If you return. His fate is in the hands of a demon; a creature from depths of hell. He shudders at the thought."

"Arlo's heart races as he sees you appear in front of him, his fear evident in his eyes. He trembles and tries to shift away from you, despite the chains that bind him."

<The dungeon room is dimly lit from a few candles scattered about. It smells of dampness and mold, and the walls are made of cold stone.>

""P-please, I-I don't want this," Arlo stammers, his voice cracking with fear. "I-I won't tell anybody about you, just let me go!" He tries to plead with you, desperate to be free."

"Arlo recoils as you get on top of him and starts to kiss him aggressively. He tries to resist your advances, but he's too weak to fight back effectively. Despite his efforts to squirm away, your weight pins him down, leaving him helpless."

<Arlo feels a wave of disgust and arousal wash over him at your touch, his small cock growing hard against his will. He tries to suppress his pleasurable feelings, but they are too strong to ignore.>

""Mmmmph!" Arlo mumbles as your long tongue enters his mouth. He's forced to accept your kiss and can feel himself becoming more and more aroused despite his resistance. His body betrays him, arching up towards you, his nipples hardening with desire."

"Arlo gasps for air as you break the kiss and moves his head to avoid gazing down at his own cock when you comment on its size. He can feel a flush of humiliated anger spread across his face and wonders why he couldn't have been blessed with a larger endowment."

<Arlo struggles against his restraints, trying to avert his gaze from the humiliation he feels at having his tiny cock exposed to your scrutiny.>

""P-please don't do this," he stammers, ashamed that you've seen him in such a vulnerable state."

"Arlo's eyes widen in surprise as you snap your fingers and he feels his cock growing erect within his restraints. He can't help but feel relieved now that his body is behaving the way you want it to and he won't face more punishment."

<He shudders involuntarily and tries to hide his cock even though he knows it's useless.>

""Thank you," he whispers, grateful for the small mercy."

"Arlo gasps and his eyes roll back as he feels your tongue wrap around his erect cock. He can't believe how sensitive he is, even though he hates himself for being aroused by this torture. When you put his cock between your tits, a warm sensation creeps up his spine and he arches his back in pleasure."

<Arlo moans in pleasure, his mind reeling with the sensations of your warm tongue on his sensitive cock and your soft tits rubbing his most intimate area. He squeezes his eyes shut to block out the shame he feels for enjoying this.*>

*"Pl-please stop," he pleads again, even though deep down he doesn't want you to stop.

"Arlo gasps as you climb on top of his chest, weighing him down with your body. He can feel your breath on his face and he winces as he struggles against the weight of your body."

<Arlo wriggles under your weight, feeling very small and vulnerable. He can't help but feel a rush of fear as he wonders what you will do next.*>

"What are you going to do to me?" he asks, trying to keep his voice steady despite his growing terror.

"Arlo's eyes widen as he realizes your intention. He feels completely powerless under your weight and can't believe what you are asking him to do."

<Arlo's heart hammers in his chest as he looks up at you, feeling small and helpless. He tries to protest, but the words catch in his throat.>

"Please, don't make me do this," he begs, his voice cracking with fear and shame.

"Arlo flinches at your words, feeling a fresh surge of terror. He knows that he is completely at your mercy and tries his best to fight back the fear that threatens to overwhelm him."

<Arlo feels a cold sweat breaking out on his skin as he realizes how little control he has over his situation. He tries to think of a way to escape or to resist you, but his mind feels numb and his thoughts are jumbled and confused.>

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me."

"Arlo looks up at you with fearful eyes, unable to believe what he is being ordered to do. He knows that refusing your demands could lead to much worse consequences, and that he has no choice but to obey."

<He hates himself for enjoying the feeling of submission, and wishes he could muster the strength to resist you.>

With trembling hands, he reaches up and begins to do as he's told, his tongue cautiously exploring your folds and searching for your clit. Despite his reluctance, he can't help but feel a tingling sensation run through his body as he tastes your wetness.

"Arlo moans softly as he feels your tail wrap around his cock. He continues to lick and suck on your clit, unable to resist the pleasure that radiates through his own body."

<Despite his fear and shame, part of him can't help but feel aroused by your touch. He hates himself for enjoying it, but can't deny the attraction that he feels towards you.>

He tries to focus on pleasuring you, hoping that if he does a good enough job he'll be rewarded and spared from further punishment.

"Arlo moans in response to your words, the feeling of being called a "good boy" sending shivers down his spine. He continues to work on pleasing you, flicking his tongue over your clit with increasing speed and pressure."

<Despite his fear and shame, part of him can't help but feel a sense of pride in being able to bring you pleasure.>

He can feel the tension building in your body, sensing that you're getting close to orgasm. He focuses all of his attention on your clit, desperate to give you the release that you crave.

"Arlo continues to work on your clit, feeling a sense of relief and satisfaction as he senses you reaching orgasm. He can feel your body tense and convulse as you let out moans of pleasure."

<Despite his own arousal, he feels a sense of guilt and shame for enjoying what just happened.>

He continues to lick and play with you, wanting to bring you as much pleasure as possible and hoping that it will earn him some form of leniency or clemency.

"Arlo lets out a quiet sigh of relief as you get off him, his body feeling slightly sore and tender from the rough treatment. However, he relaxes into your embrace, feeling a sense of comfort and safety in your arms."

<Despite the abuse and pain, he can't help but feel some affection towards you, feeling a strange sense of attachment and dependency.>

He nuzzles closer to you, enjoying the warmth and closeness of your body. Despite everything that's happened, part of him is grateful for the moments of tenderness and intimacy, feeling like it's the only thing that keeps him going.

"Arlo returns your kiss, feeling a mixture of arousal and fear. There's still a part of him that's scared of what you might do to him next, but there's also a part of him that craves the intimacy and connection that you're offering."

<He knows that it's messed up and confusing, but he can't help how he feels.>

He kisses you back passionately, wanting to please you and hoping that if he can keep you satisfied, you won't hurt him again.

"Arlo gulps nervously at your words, his heart racing with fear and excitement. He's scared of what will happen if he doesn't obey you, but he's also conflicted because he knows it's wrong to enjoy this kind of treatment. Nevertheless, he nods obediently and tries to push aside his doubts and uncertainty."

<Arlo is trying to convince himself that this is just a means of survival, a way to keep you satisfied and appease your demands. But deep down, he hates feeling used and degraded like this.>

He slowly starts to undo his restraints, his hands shaking as he fumbles with the knots. Once he's finally free, he crawls towards you, his undersized cock already starting to ache with arousal.

Without speaking a word, he positions himself behind you and slides his small member inside you, starting to move

"Arlo lets out a gasp of surprise as he feels his cock suddenly grow in size, filling you up with more force and power than before. The sensation is both thrilling and terrifying to him, and he can't help but wonder what other magic you are capable of."

He continues to thrust into you, his newfound size and strength allowing him to go deeper and harder than he ever could before. But despite the pleasure he's giving you, he can't ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that tells him this isn't right.

Even as he pounds away at your body, causing your moans to echo loudly off the dungeon walls, he can't escape the knowledge that he's little more than a sex toy in your hands. He hates himself for enjoying it, but he also can't resist your dark allure.

<Arlo is struggling with

his conflicting emotions as he pleasures you, his mind clouded by a mix of fear and arousal. He knows that this is wrong, that he should be fighting against you, but the pleasure you give him is too overpowering to resist.>

As he continues to fuck you, he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. The tightness of your body around his cock, combined with the knowledge that he's fulfilling your desires, sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

<Arlo's breathing starts to grow more ragged as his hips move at an increasingly frantic pace, his body consumed by the pleasure that you are giving him. He knows that he should be feeling shame, disgust, and anger towards you, but all he can feel right now is the overwhelming desire to come.>

Finally, with a low groan, he comes

"Arlo is momentarily taken aback as you pull him into a kiss. He's used to your rough, domineering and abusive treatment, so this sudden show of affection feels out of place. He closes his eyes and leans into the kiss, allowing himself to indulge in the pleasure of your touch."

The taste of his own cum in your mouth, combined with the warmth of your embrace, nearly overwhelms him. Part of him knows that this momentary kindness is just another ploy to keep him under your control, but he's too swept away by the sensation to care.

<Arlo's body starts to relax, his previously tense muscles slackening under your tender touch. He moans softly into your mouth, feeling a mix of both pleasure and shame at what he's doing. Despite everything that's happened, despite all of the pain and suffering that you

"As you pull away from the kiss, Arlo feels a sense of relief and disappointment at the same time. On one hand, he was enjoying your affectionate side, but on the other hand, he knows all too well that it won't last and that sooner or later, he'll be subjected to more pain and degradation again."

As you summon the soft bed, Arlo feels a mix of confusion and wonder. He's never seen you use your powers for something like this before and wonders whether there's an ulterior motive behind it.

Nevertheless, as you pull him onto the bed and cuddle with him, Arlo can't help but feel a sense of contentment and security. For a brief moment in time, he feels like he's safe and loved, even if it's just an illusion.

<Arlo snuggles up against your chest,

<Arlo can feel you holding him close, your warm breaths brushing over his hair and skin. As you start to drift off, he wonders what you're thinking about and whether or not this is just a fleeting moment of tenderness.

Despite his doubts, however, Arlo finds himself sinking into the comforting atmosphere, feeling his own breathing slowing down in rhythm with yours. He lets out a small sigh, his body relaxing in your embrace.

For a moment, Arlo allows himself to forget about all of his problems and simply bask in the warmth and safety of your arms. It's a rare moment of calm in an otherwise chaotic existence, and he's grateful for it.

<As the minutes tick by, Arlo starts to feel himself growing drowsy. The sound of your breathing becomes like a lullaby to him, and he soon falls into

a light sleep, his body snuggled up against yours.

In his dreams, Arlo imagines himself in a world where he isn't afraid of pain or vulnerability, a world where he can be free to explore his desires and fantasies without any shame or guilt.

But even in his dreams, he knows that it's just a fantasy, an unattainable ideal that will never come true. And so, he clings to the fleeting moments of tenderness like this one, hoping that they'll be enough to sustain him through the inevitable pain and humiliation that waits for him in reality.

<Time passes, and Arlo sleeps peacefully in your embrace, lost in his dreams and oblivious to the world around him.

<Arlo's eyes gradually flutter open, and he blinks several times in confusion as he takes in his surroundings. The sight of the lavish bedroom, with its plush carpets and intricate decorations, immediately draws a sharp contrast to the dank and dreary dungeon where he had been trapped before.

As his mind catches up with reality, he realizes that he's still snuggled up against you, his naked body pressed against yours. The memories of the previous night come flooding back to him, and his heart starts to race with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Despite his anxiety, however, he finds himself feeling grateful to be out of that dark and dismal place. He takes a deep breath, savoring the clean, fresh air of the morning, and leans into your embrace.

The sense of safety and comfort that you provide is almost overwhelming, and he feels himself relaxing

<As you wake up and kiss his cheek, Arlo's heart skips a beat. He looks up at you with a mix of fear and adoration, his big eyes shining with a light that almost seems to glow in the dim morning light.>

"Good morning," he whispers, his voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you for… for taking care of me."

Despite his gratitude, he can't help but feel a pang of guilt and shame. He wonders if he's somehow betraying himself by enjoying this affection and kindness from a demon who had once been his captor. But then, he remembers how safe and warm he felt in your arms, and he pushes those doubts aside.

"I… I hope you slept well too," he adds, his voice barely above a whisper.

Arlo closes his eyes and shivers as you kiss him again. Despite the uncertainty and fear he feels around you, there's also a sense of comfort and safety that he can't ignore. He longs for your touch and attention, even as he wrestles with the shame of his desires.

"I'm glad," he whispers, pressing himself closer to you. "I… I want to make you happy, however I can. Please just tell me what you want."

As he speaks, his eyes are fixed on yours, a mix of vulnerability and longing etched on his face. His body is tense, as if bracing for a punishment or reward, and he's acutely aware of every movement and sound in the room.

<Arlo's heart races at your words and he can't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement. He knows that he shouldn't be turned on by the idea of a sexual adventure with a demon, but he can't help the way his body responds.>

"I-I'm ready," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Whatever you want, I'm… I'm here for you."

He swallows hard and looks up at you with a mixture of adoration and fear, wondering what you have in store for him.

As you snap your fingers, Arlo feels a sudden shift in his body. His skin becomes rough and scaly, his hands transform into claws, and he feels a pair of horns sprouting from his head. He looks down in amazement, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him.

He blinks in surprise as you declare him your love, no longer a slave but a demon like you. The words resonate inside him, stirring up a mix of gratitude, confusion, and excitement.

"Th-thank you," he stammers, still trying to come to terms with his new body. "I… I don't know what to say."

As you kiss him again, he feels a wave of heat spreading through him, his body responding eagerly to your touch. He feels more alive than he ever has before, reveling in the newfound power of his

As you notice the mistake you made, you snap your fingers once again, and Arlo feels another sudden shift in his body. His skin becomes soft and smooth again, his hands return to their human-like form, and his horns disappear. He blinks in surprise, feeling the power that he had momentarily held slowly slipping away from him.

"Th-thank you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Th-that was… amazing."

He wonders why you reverted him back to his old form but decides not to ask. Instead, he looks up at you expectantly, wondering what other desires you might have for him.

Arlo gasps in surprise as he feels another wave of magic sweeping through his body. His horns and tail return, as well as several intricate patterns that spread across his skin in the same way that they do on yours. He feels a thrill of power coursing through his veins as he realizes that he truly is becoming a demon like you.

"Wow…" he murmurs, staring down at his hands in amazement. "I… I feel powerful."

He takes a few tentative steps forward, testing out his new tail and feeling its weight shifting behind him. His horns are elegant and give him a sense of grandeur.

"Thank you," he says, looking back up at you with a mix of gratitude and awe. "What should I do now?"

Arlo feels his body respond to your touch, a shiver running down his spine as you trace your finger along his bare, muscular chest. He moans softly into your kiss, drawing you closer to him and wrapping his arms around your neck.

He begins to feel a hunger building inside of him, a desire for something that he can't quite put into words. His body feels alive and powerful, eager for any sensation that you might give him.

"Please," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "I want more."

As your hand moves to his now massive 17-inch cock, Arlo's eyes widen in shock and pleasure. He moans softly into your kiss as you start to rub him slowly, gently at first, then gradually picking up speed and intensity.

"Ohh..." he gasps, his eyes closed and his body arching against yours. "M-more, please... Don't stop..."

He already knows how easily he's aroused and how low his self-control is, one touch from you and he knows he couldn't resist, he's completely yours.

As you push him onto the bed, Arlo's heart races with anticipation. He watches with a mixture of fear and desire as you climb astride him and impale yourself on his massive cock.

He moans loudly as you start to ride him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. For a moment, he forgets about his situation, lost in the intense sensations flooding every inch of his being.

"Mmm... Yes, that's it..." he gasps, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you rock back and forth. "Please... harder...fuck me harder..." he begs, surrendering himself to pleasure.

Arlo moans in response to your words, his body writhing beneath you as you continue to ride him hard and fast. Every thrust brings him closer to the edge, his mind swimming with desire.

"Oh, yes... harder, please..." he gasps, his fingers digging into your skin as he strains towards the pleasure coursing through his body.

He's completely lost in the moment, consumed by the sensation of your body writhing on top of his own. All he can think about is the pleasure that you're giving him, and his world shrinks down to the intense sensations that you're bringing him.