Sucking Darkest Clear

Sucking Darkest Clear

Chapter 3- Demongo, Darling

Turning, twisting, writhing at the bottom of the Pit of Hate, a tattered soul screamed in endless agony. His shattered form struggled to remain cohesive, his mind fought to remain together. His very essence scrambled tooth and nail against the churning blackness. Of all the horrors of the pit, none was greater than the indescribable sense of separation. Separation from his power; separation from the mortal plane. But worst of all, separation from his Master.

"Master...please...forgive me..." He had failed, not only to defeat the Samurai...but had failed his Master as a minion. His thoughts had swayed to the wrong side, he had contemplated the ultimate offense. He, Demongo, had given thought to overthrowing his Master. Overthrowing his very God, his own creator.

"Master...are you there? Please...let me come back..." The vicious flames of the Pit of Hate crashed into him again, tearing at his fragile soul. With every blast of unparalleled torment, giving into oblivion seemed more desirable. But...that same release carried with it the greatest torment of them all. An eternity separated from his Master.

"Demongo...my greatest minion...my greatest failure," He looked up. Had he eyes, they'd have spilled over with tears he couldn't cry. There, descending into the depths was the twisted black form of his Master. Demongo strained at his bindings; his wisp-like form was chained to the bottomless depths of the pit. No amount of struggling could set him free. But no degree of impossibility could quell his struggles.

"Master!" Aku stroked his beard. His fist clenched, twitched, then clenched again. His eyes, his eyes were gleaming like aquamarine fireballs. He had been created in Aku's own image. He was the greatest, the most spectacular of all his minions. Gifted with the power to steal the power of others. He was, in every way, perfect. The perfect minion, the perfect companion, the perfect failure.

"Your failure has not been forgiven, Demongo. Nor have your trespasses against Aku," Demongo lowered his head. In his excitement, he hadn't even noticed the flames pulling away from his body. He hadn't realized his own body solidifying. Aku swirled around him, eying his restored form. His sleek, slender black body. Flawless, tantalizing. He hadn't been made for that purpose, but there was no denying his ability to fulfill it. A trickle of sweat rolled down Demongo's newly corporeal back. Aku watched it closely, his eyes glowing brighter.

"No...I do not need this..." He muttered, lightly trailing his claw across the minion's back, wiping away the bead of sweat. Demongo arched, gasping and shivering. Aku licked his lips, drawing circles on the small of the demon's back. The lesser creature moaned, lowering his head and shuddering.

"Master...please forgive me...let me return, I'll...AH...I'll...I..." Demongo's voice trailed off. Every soft, delicate touch stole his newly found breath away. He didn't need this. He was the Deliverer of Darkness, the mighty Aku. He certainly didn't need the touch of this failure. No, he didn't need Demongo.

"Demongo...you seek Aku's forgiveness?" Aku breathed against Demongo's ear. The demon clenched his eyes shut, trying to fight the incredible sensations assaulting his senses. Aku's hand brushed against his chest, while the other cupped his cheek, trailing a single claw across his jawline.

"Yes...yes Master...anything," He moaned again. Every caress was like a surge of life, spilling through his broken body. With every touch, every breath brushing against his skin, Demongo arched his back and writhed in his bonds, now assaulted by a new kind of torment.

"Then you must earn his forgiveness, Demongo," Demongo needed Aku. But Aku, no Aku definitely did not need Demongo. Even as he broke out into a cold sweat, his body glittering in the fire light, his chest heaving with frantic gasps, no matter how...delicious he was. He was just a luxury, not a necessity. He was a failure, he deserved to suffer. And he would suffer, yes, he would suffer before knowing the full extent of Aku's mercy.

Demongo growled and thrashed in his bonds, desperate to escape the teasing touches, the soft, malicious fingers scraping down his back, across his jaw, trailing down his thigh. Aku leaned against Demongo, closing his eyes, drawing in the sensation of their bodies pressed tightly together. His, powerful and searing, engulfing Demongo's weak, trembling body. A glorious luxury, a delicious treat. He clenched his eyes and dug his claws into Demongo's skin, scraping bloody marks down his chest.

One Hell to another, Demongo moaned and opened his eyes. Panting, gasping for relief. Aku's claws dug into his thighs. His Master's body was trembling in a way he'd never seen-much less felt-before. Something within his Master was changing...something brushed against his leg. Demongo tried to turn his head, but as he moved, Aku caught his face in one massive claw. His eyes...they were blank, devoid of reason.

"Master! What...what do you need?" Aku bared his fangs, slithering around Demongo like a snake, his shadowy form trailing off into the depths of the Pit. He dug his claws into the demon's face, staring at him with an odd kind of...tenderness. An adoration marred by pure, animalistic frenzy.

"I do not need you, but you, Demongo. You will need ME!" Demongo's confusion lasted mere moments, replaced by panicked trembling. Aku grinned, his eyes twisted and hungry. Tendrils stretched from his body, caressing the minion's naked body. Demongo groaned, his blood rushed, his heart thumped in his chest. He couldn't look away, he couldn't escape his Master's hungry eyes. He could escape his hot breath. And, as they came crashing down, he couldn't avoid his Master's rough lips.

No, this wasn't a weakness. It wasn't a starved desperation. This was claiming what was his. This was punishing his minion. This was a simple joy, like a greasy sandwich or a delicious piece of candy. It was a reward for himself, it was a desire, but nothing more. Aku bit Demongo's shoulder and moaned, finally releasing the demon's face, just for his claws to explore his body. Slender, fragile, perfect. Demongo whimpered, a tear rolled down his cheek. Aku raked his claws down Demongo's back, sinking his teeth into the side of his neck.

"Please...no more...Master, please..." Aku licked the blood from his neck and chuckled. A tentacle wrapped around his leg, sliding higher and higher. Demongo whined and struggled in the Master's grip. The tentacle slid between his legs, delicately trailing the length of his shaft. There was no where to hide it, no way to disguise the effect his Master's touch was having.

"No more, Demongo? No, you do not wish Aku to leave you, do you? You long for his touch, thirst for his kiss...beg for his forgiveness," Demongo trembled. Another tentacle was sliding against his right leg, drawing closer and closer to the first, still teasing his throbbing cock. Aku caressed his back, hands brushing against his trembling ass. Demongo shook his head, groaning huskily.

"Please Master, don't stop," Aku's tentacles slid back down Demongo's legs, more appeared to wrap around his arms, his waist. Aku cupped Demongo's cheek, turning his face back to him.

"You failed me, Demongo. How do I know you won't fail me yet again?" Demongo arched his back, a tendril trailing down its length. Thick, powerful, a wicked appendage drawing closer and closer to his backside. Demongo swallowed and grit his teeth, to no avail. There were too many tendrils tearing at his senses. And his Master's wandering hand, now lightly tracing its way down his stomach. Demongo whimpered and shook his head.

"Master, I won't fail you! I swear it! I will do anything! Please...please Master!" Demongo's blood ran cold, hearing the sound of his Master's dark laugh. It wasn't the typical condescending chuckle. It wasn't the common cocky guffaw. No, it was something...darker. Demongo swallowed and looked up into Aku's eyes. His Master...his Master was gone.

"M-Master...what...what happened to you?" Aku snickered and licked Demongo's cheek, his tongue rough and slimy.

"I want you Demongo; I want to hear you scream for my forgiveness," Demongo tried to speak, tried to beg, but nothing escaped but a breathless scream. The tentacle once playing with his ass, plunged inside him. Demongo doubled over, eyes wide. A single tear trickled down his cheek as the thick, brutal tentacle plunged deeper inside him. Aku threw his head back, laughing wildly. He viciously grabbed Demongo's shaft, forcing the demon to look him in the eye.

"Scream, Demongo! You cannot hide your feelings from me! Your body betrays you, Failure! Give yourself up, and be rewarded by Aku!" Demongo finally managed to catch his breath, promptly losing it with a wild scream. Aku licked his lips, staring at the demon's gaping mouth. A beautiful mouth, fitting such a beautiful creature. The tendrils at his legs slid up, one wrapping around Demongo's cock, the other flicking across the head.

"Master! Ma...Master!" He wanted to beg, to plead for forgiveness, to cry for release. No other words came to him. No other thought crossed his mind. Aku was everything in his mind. Electricity shot through his newly formed body, with every teasing touch, every stroke and caress. A tentacle wrapped around Demongo's body, trailing across his chest. Aku grinned, slashing his claws brutally across Demongo's chest. Now, now his minion screamed, blood streaming across his chest.

"Yes...suffer for me, suffer Demongo! Pay for your failures!" Demongo arched his back, screaming again when the tentacles previously stroking his chest suddenly clamped down on his nipples. Another tentacle whipped across his back, splitting his sleek black skin, spilling a splatter of blood trickling into the Pit. Aku howled with laughter; Demongo howled in pain. And yet...as the tendril lightly circled the head of his cock, he moaned and shuddered.

"Ma," He struggled to breathe, struggled to find the words to beg. For what, exactly, he couldn't tell anymore. Whatever it was, only he could give it, "Mast-Master..." Aku sneered, ripping Demongo's head back. His tongue lurched out, tracing Demongo's lips. Their passion play was at an end. Now, it was time for the Master to take his prize from the Slave. Aku brought his lips down on Demongo's, clutching the back of his head, claws piercing through his skull. Demongo trembled, trashed, but accepted the thick tendril filling his throat, sucking roughly. Closer, he needed to get closer to his Master.

Yes, Demongo was coming to him. Demongo was giving him HIS essence. Aku tightened his hold on his minion. The tentacle previously holding his shaft started to slide up and down, while the other continued to tease the tip. The tentacle in his ass pulled out and plunged back with increasing ferocity. More tendrils reached out, desperate to touch any part of his skin. Every moan was broken by a scream of pain. Tentacles slashed at Demongo's body, Aku's claws dug into his back, tearing long, bloodied rips through his once flawless skin.

And like that, Demongo's body tensed, every muscle grinding together as a wave of euphoria shot through the terrible pain. Sensing his release, Aku rammed his claws into Demongo's shoulder blades. A second tentacle lashed out, whipping his balls just as they clenched up. Demongo groaned and trembled as the orgasm washed over him. Tears streamed down his cheeks, quickly whipped away by Aku's claws. His tentacle clenched around Demongo's shaft; two tentacles now tormented the head of his cock.

Demongo jerked his head back, struggling to breath, struggling to scream. His body clenched up a second time. Aku's tentacles gripped him so tightly, they tore into his body. Blood streamed down his inky black body, quickly absorbed into Aku's own monstrous form. Aku chuckled, pulling his tongue free from Demongo's mouth. The minion collapsed in his Master's arm. The binds melted away. Aku licked his lips, stroking the limp creature's cheek, holding him tightly.

"Demongo...your trespasses have been forgiven, you have proven your worth. Yes...yes...but it is not enough. Will you once again be my greatest minion?" Demongo groaned, sitting up, wiping the blood out of his eyes. He stared at his Master's face, shivering.

"Master...whatever you want of me..." Aku chuckled, running his hand through Demongo's flaming hair. Demongo caught his Master's arm, using it to pull himself up. Aku adjusted his hold, tracing circles on Demongo's lacerated thigh.

"Find me more...feed my Lust, Demongo. I need more. Powerful...knowledgeable. Find me the perfect specimen and once again you...you will be my favorite," Wisps of darkness wrapped around Demongo, empowering him once more. Aku extended his arms, Demongo hovering between his massive hands. A flowing red cape materialized, wrapping around the demon. Skulls bubbled from the Pit, screaming as the essence of those who dared stand against Aku filled them with power. Demongo threw his head back, his hair bursting into a vibrant blue flame.

Demongo the Soul Collector had been reborn.

"Do not worry, my Master, I will not fail you," In a veil of darkness, Demongo vanished. Aku clenched his fists, trying to force his form back under control. No struggle could satisfy it; the time when willpower alone could save him had long since passed.

"Hurry, Demongo...bring me the one who can, at long last, sate this accursed desire," The fire of the Pit pulled apart, allowing Aku to observe his glorious empire. Somewhere, out there, the one who could save him waited. Unaware of the fate that awaited her.

A green clad beauty...the emerald whore of Babylon...

The final salvation of the Dark Lord, Aku.