Chapter 1 - Lust and Fury

"That could've gone better," the incubus Yerin sarcastically muttered as he looked upon the gory mess that was once his summoner. 

It was a virginal young lad, some pathetic trap-loving dweeb by the looks of it, who thought that by summoning his own infernal boy-toy he'd find true love; or at the very least unmatched pleasure. 

What he failed to understand was that by pronouncing Doeleri as Dualeri, you were getting a two-for-one sort of deal, bringing into existence a very different kind of entity. 

A Rage Demon. 

Rage Demons were often thoroughly disappointed by human masters, at least those of the modern age. They respected physical or magical prowess and would annihilate any summoner who lacked the credentials, and more likely than not, these millennial conjurers just weren't cutting it. 

"I, KORGIMAR, HAVE SPILLED THE BLOOD OF MAN!" A mighty bellow echoed throughout the forest as a monstrous demon roared into the night sky. His armor was caked in a fresh layer of blood and entrails, albeit that of his own "master."

Korgimar, Third Captain of the Dread Lord's 89th Infernal Legion, was an 8-foot tall beast. A beefy monstrosity encased in a dense suit of rusted metal plates, with gnarly spikes jutting from his pauldrons, knee plates, and just about everywhere else on his cruel plate armor.

Yerin was unimpressed, as he'd long avoided the oafish nature of his much less refined cousins. The incubus was a beautiful creature, with rose-colored skin, short and stylized cherry-blond hair, and scandalous straps of black leather that bound his petite frame; his small package secured in a neatly wrapped bulge. A heart-tipped tail carelessly swung behind his buttocks. Incubi were diminutive, but more seductive, lesser devils. 

They had wooed all manner of maidens in the past, but now saw a considerable uptick in horny, young male lovers. 

The incubus saw himself, and others like him to a lesser extent, as the epitome of Hell's minions. They were cunning, highly intelligent, and--

"YES, THANK YOU, DARK LORDS, FOR THIS WORTHY OFFERING OF BLOOD!" Each word was its war cry, as the fiend used the spikes of his plated gauntlet to pummel the corpse into a meaty pulp further. While his voice was pure fury, there was a palpable sense of pleasure that he found in the brutal act.

Yerin let out a sigh before speaking to the furious fool, "He's already expired... I can see some of his intestines in that tree." The incubus pointed unenthusiastically at the hanging gibs. 

Surprisingly, Korgimar understood this and quickly turned his attention to the rest of the forest. Two orbs of fire blazed behind the visor of his helmet, looking for something else to eviscerate. 

His unwitting accomplice wasn't too much interested, preferring to wait out the ritual's integrity simply. Their summoner had used enough ingredients to have an hour with the lithe Yerin, but now there were two of them, and it'd be a mere 25 more minutes until they returned to the abyss. 

The incubus glided up to a thin branch, crossing his curvy little legs as he landed. In all of his thousand or so years of existence, the charming imp had only spent ten minutes with a rage demon, and it was in a board meeting. 

He silently picked apart Korgimar as he raged about, now kicking up bushes and feverishly punching sturdy sycamores. 

Between the inferno forged plates, Yerin caught glimpses of rippling black muscles. After all, rage demons were generally speaking some of Hell's greatest champions.

Dark desires unfurled in his mind. 

He fluttered down to the ground once more, keeping his distance lest he be turned into pulp. "What do you hope to accomplish?"

Korgimar made a quick 180, looking at the incubus with both uncertainty and growing hostility. He fumed through his nostrils in response. 

Yerin continued slyly, "Stomping on chipmunk burrows, shaking up squirrels' nest?" He was now closing the gap between them, tail flicking about as a sign of interest. 

"Is there not another way that you can relieve your tension?" The words seemed to drip from his parted lips, an expression of longing and coy seduction on his feminine face. 

Korgimar released a deep sigh, his stature quite evident as he towered over his much smaller relative. 

"MY HATRED WAS FORGED IN THE HEART OF DISCORD, BORN OF A THOUSAND SACRIFICED YOUTHS. MY GAZE IS THE FIRE THAT BURNS THE--"

"Yes, yes, burns the very hearts of men and saints." Yerin had heard the same shpeal during his other brief encounter with a rage demon. "Why not try something else?" The incubus was pushing his luck in tempting such a volatile being, but what fun was a game without stakes?

Yerin was now mere inches away, and even as a demon, could feel the sheer heat that emanated from Korgimar's body and armor. He gently waved a small hand over the Dread Captain's codpiece, using a fair bit of effort and dark magic to remove it telekinetically. 

Success. 

It fell to the earth with a heavy plop, but perhaps Yerin's black heart dropped harder. 

Nearly slapping him in the face, an enormous prick flopped forth. Even flaccid, it was one of the largest cocks the incubus had ever seen, and that was saying A LOT.

"By L-Lucifer..." Yerin was taken aback, almost falling onto his round little rump. He could feel the heat that it was letting off against his skin, and was beginning to feel the sensation of his prick begin the swell. That said, to compare the two would've been an insult to both parties. 

Korgimar let out a deep, mighty groan, "Perhaps you are onto something!" He, too, was bewildered, as the usually enraged entity felt a tiny bit more comfortable than usual. That armor always had been so stuffy!

Without much warning, he reached down and grabbed the incubus by his thin pink tail, firmly holding the creature in his grasp. 

"Hey!" Yerin gasped, but it was too late. He was now tussling with a devil far stronger than he was on a physical level. 

The rage demon slowly turned the incubus in his grasp, for the first time taking notice of soft curves and both his supple thighs and ass. Korgimar's infernal manhood was beginning to stiffen, thick veins pumping with newfound attraction and lust. Korgimar used one of his gauntlet's blades to slice the thin band of leather that secured Yerin's undergarments and package. 

They fell to the forest floor, leaving a tight, puckered asshole and a cute, shaved pair of testicles exposed to the night air. Yerin blushed if demons could do so, but out of excitement rather than humiliation. 

The excitement was quickly mixed with anxiety as he glanced down, catching a glimpse of the now erect shaft. It was like a horse's in size and appearance, but much worse. Black as midnight with thick studs that adorned its length, which was a little over 18" in total. It jerked about, pulsing in its anticipation, a thick glob of precum forming at its full tip. Two ample balls hung below it, nearly the size of Yerin's fist and full of potent yet wicked seed. 

"Hail Satan." Yerin was nearly cumming at its sight alone, a steady dribble of clear fluids running from his twitching member. 

Korgimar wished to see what this "sex" fuss was all about, given his own brief time around incubi and succubi, especially after observing Yerin's reaction. He changed his grip, now holding the tiny incubus by his legs. He hoisted him upright so that Yerin's back was pressed against his chest.

"Whoa there!" feeling that he may have tempted fate, Yerin braced himself and attempted to dissuade the rage demon, but deep down accepted his fate; this is what he was made for. As he felt the warmth of the ungodly meatpole approaching, he let out a sigh of overdue pleasure. 

The plate clad fiend felt no further need to delay and pressed himself against the nearly gaping hole. 

It was a messy fit, to say the least, Yerin's eyes rolling back in both agony and bliss. His rosy stomach bulged as his insides were almost rearranged by the brute. The heat of it was absolutely devilish in nature, warming his body from within while also influencing his libido. The incubus' tiny cock spasmed as it released its first strings of dark cum. 

"S-Shit!" he gasped, but Korgimar was beginning to keep pace, grunting heavily as he madly fucked his tight hole. He had only felt rage his entire existence, but this was different, and he was drunk on it. He is using his massive arms to bob the slutty creature up and down the incredible girth.

Yerin's pink toes curled, purple eyes watered, and mouth hung wide open as he lost the ability to think or speak. It was a brutal, fiendish plowing that he gladly accepted. He'd already sprayed his foul semen onto himself and the grass several times, losing count of how many times he'd been pushed to a climax. 

His new companion could feel it as well, his balls aching as he prepared to cum for the first time. 

Yerin regained some composure and bit his lower lip, hair wildly bouncing about as he nearly begged to be filled. 

Wishes did indeed come true, as Korgimar finally let go, releasing nearly a cup of dark spunk into the incubus stretched asshole. It immediately spilled over, but not before bloating the poor Yerin, stomach bulging in a deviant glow of pleasure. 

Korgimar, too, felt a great sense of gratitude and relief, his fiery eyes dimming and his tense muscles relaxing. He spoke in a calm and alleviated voice, "What a treat, thanks, chap." The rage demon did not yell, for the first time in forever, and instead decided to quietly rest for the remainder of his time on this miserable plane of existence. His still swollen cock flopped over his thigh. 

Yerin, proud of his victory, tried to pull himself upright but failed. Luckily, Korgimar pulled him close and held the tiny incubus against his massive chest.

It was 25 minutes well spent. 

