The Punishment of A Demon General

It took way too long of sitting here wrestling with my thoughts for the heroine to finally just lay down on the couch once more. It appears she's going to try and get some more sleep, muahahaha! Well technically it's not really evil, so I don't know why I'm laughing like that, but whatever.

I ponder for a bit in the night breeze, considering just breaking in, but elect to just knock first instead. I peer in as a hollow echo rings from my hand, rapping against the window.

She doesn't budge an inch. What? How did you not hear that?! I knock harder in annoyance while staring intently at the laying down heroine. Is she seriously already asleep? She still hasn't moved yet... Okay, patience has run out!

When I move to punch the glass, the door to the living room swings open once more, and I instinctively duck down when I see Fake-me come in. The heroine and I both eye her suspiciously as she comes in, just what the heck did she come back for?

I press my ear against the glass, listening in once more, "Did you... Forget something, Ilvia?" The heroine sounds like she's a bit on guard, so at the very least she isn't completely fooled!

"Yes, I forgot how much I wanted you." What? What kind of corny line is that?! What the fuck kind of nonsense is this? I don't sound like that at all!

"Pfft, you wanted to kneel and beg like a puppy again, mm?" The heroine teases, completely baffling me in the process. I never once knelt and begged like a puppy! What in the hells is she even talking about?! I can't even... Agh! I can't stand it anymore!

I leap through the window with a loud crash, pointing towards both of them while shouting "Objection!" Admittedly, I don't know why I shouted that, but it's just the first thing that came into mind.

I recover quickly from my leap and open my mouth to speak, but Fake-me still manages to get the advantage here, speaking up first. "Who the hell are you copying my beauty?!"

"Bullshit 'your beauty', you're just so pathetic you can't even hope to get laid while being yourself, you fake!" I snarkily shoot back with speed surprising even myself while I glare at her.

"There's no way you were really falling for their ploy, right?!" I say, my annoyance swiftly changing direction towards the heroine. To even think someone could so easily replace me to the heroine with such a half-ass effort, it's insane!

I mean seriously, she barely looks or sounds like me, and yet you're all over her like a catty vixen?! I... I do my best to suppress the emotions whirling in my chest with a couple of deep breaths. Having felt her try to mess with my emotions once more, I immediately charge toward Fake-me, attempting to cast while I do so.

With a nearly comical speed I slam face-first into the ground, and while it was something I was expecting earlier I still found myself stunned by the event. Are you seriously siding with this fake you psycho bitch?!

My angry curses are muffled by the rug I'm pressed face down into. All of my limbs and tail squirm against the gravity, my ears perking up to try and figure out what's going on during all of this.

"Hah... Thank you, my lovely hero, I was a bit caught off guard by that. I don't know what it is copying me like that, but I can dispose of it for you if you like." Once again, sounds nothing like me!

I claw at the rug in anger, leaving long frayed streaks in it, barely managing to turn my head by channeling all my frustration, giving the heroine a death-glare.

The heroine looks a bit thoughtful while she looks between the both of us, but my overflowing rage causes a stream of obscenities to flow out of my mouth, directed right at the heroine.

I don't know why she's letting me talk, and I know I shouldn't be this angry, but I am absolutely livid right now! Is she seriously taking the side of this monster fake?!

"Wow, what a rude thing... If you don't mind, I'll shut it up for you." I'm forced to watch as most of my vision get covered by the ankles of the Fake-me, her posture threatening to shove one of her feet into my mouth.

Before she can do so, I focus everything I can to pour out some more obscenities at the heroine. "Humans like you are the reason you all deserve to be eradicated in the first place! Siding with trash like this, how low can you manage to stoop you-" The rest of my rage-fueled tirade is quickly silenced by a foot in my mouth.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see fake-me looking down on me with a smug expression, causing my anger to nearly boil over.

I shut my eyes, trying to ignore the fact this vile thing is silencing me with her feet, trying to forget her smug look. My heartbeat thuds in my head as I try to focus and calm myself down, and while it's a struggle to do so, the attempt eases my anger slightly at least.

Having calmed down a bit, I open my eyes once again, attempting to shoot a couple charms at Fake-me, but even though my spell went unimpeded by the heroine, it seemed to have no affect on its target.

"This thing seems a bit dangerous too, we should dispose of it swiftly, no?" The annoying voice of Fake-me causes me to bite down on the foot in frustration, using all my strength to try and bite through the thick flesh and bone, unfortunately to no avail.

I can't even see what the heroine is looking like right now, but I'm sure she's looking at me with that terrible face of hers again. Even the culprits of this entire thing haven't come in despite me making all that noise, so I'm sure they're laughing their heads off in their room!

It was far too reckless of me to jump in here like this without planning ahead, but it was far too difficult to think straight at the time. That's just an excuse though, I really should have just run away. Every time I get into a position where I can escape easily I manage to throw away the opportunity, and when I don't take the opportunity I always regret it.

At least, as humiliating as it is, gnawing my frustration out on this foot is helping me calm down some more, just enough to try and consider what to do. Maybe I should try to take advantage of this strange silence between these two?

How could I possibly do that, though? This garbage heroine has already decided to pick sides! You would have thought after so long being a peeping tom into my life she would know me at least a little bit! This fake's acting is barely even a-

"Mm, right. Both of you fight it out, whoever wins is the real one, how's that sound?" The heroine says, interrupting my exhausting line of thought.

The forces suddenly ease up on my body in one fell swoop, which allows me to throw off an equally surprised Fake-me. After I push her off, she stumbles back into an invisible barrier, showing the unfortunate reality of our being at the mercy of this crazy heroine.

Fight it out? Are you serious? You aren't going by who's real, but whoever is stronger?! What kind of half-ass bullshit is that! Trying to ignore the insanity, I immediately get into combat-mode, getting ready to fight tooth and nail.

I'm almost tempted to immediately start bombarding Fake-me with magic, but unfortunately I don't know whether it works on them... If I do use it, though, I want to catch them by surprise when I have them on the -

"Whoever hurts the other will get punished." The heroine's words immediately deflate my building adrenaline. What on earth do you expect us to do then?!

It looks like Fake-me is equally confused by this development, both of us turning to stare at the heroine with a 'you're a fucking idiot, aren't you' type look.

Unfortunately for us, though, the heroine just gives us both a shit-eating grin, rolling her eyes and speaking with a gesturing hand, "Do I really need to spell it out for you two? Fuck the other into submission."

I can only imagine the expressions of fake-me and I both are still perfectly in sync with each other since she has a 'what are you even on about?' kind of face going on. I may have had sex battles before, but like hells I want to do it with this fake trash!

It looks like I'm the only one having this thought though, as I'm sent onto my back by her as she tackles me, leaving me squirming and trying to kick her in surprise.

After kicking a couple times, my legs are suddenly glued to the floor, allowing fake-me to quickly tear off the blanket covering my body the moment I'm vulnerable. "Ah, I said no hurting eachother, you get punished!" The heroine says with a coy tone, leaving me squirming to try and push the fake off.

Our tails and hands wrestle each other with aggression, albeit with zero lethal intent behind them. I don't really get why this thing is going along with what the heroine is saying, but it doesn't matter. If I don't win, this psycho heroine is gonna label me as the fake!

Despite my disadvantage with my stuck legs, we each manage to match the others movements fairly equally for a time, both of us glaring with ferocity as we lewdly wrestle. Well, only one side is lewd technically since I'm naked and she isn't, but still!

Finally, she manages to break away from my reach to dart around me, forcing me to sit up so she can attack me from behind, still unable to move with my bound legs. Ah, what kind of unfair shit is this?! I kick her a couple times, and the heroine practically throws the match for me already?!

I wriggle and do my best to pry the groping hands and tail away from my body, wrapping my tail around hers to keep it disabled. Unfortunately, despite the anger filling me, the gropes she does manage to get past my defenses begin to bring a frustrating amount of arousal to my body.

I shiver faintly as she begins to plant lewd kisses on the back of my neck, the hot sensation driving chills through my body. I move to stop one hand suddenly reaching for my left nipple, barely able to catch it after it grazes it, drawing a slight gasp from me.

Having successfully disabled that hand, another hand immediately dives in, attempting to attack my half-flaccid cock pulsing between my legs, but I'm once again barely able to catch it in time.

She strains against me, desperately trying to pull her limbs away, but to no avail. I can't just leave it like this, though, if I'm going to win we can't just sit here the entire time!

I do my best to ignore the constant bites and kisses she plants on my neck, interrupting them by turning my head to cast, a string of near-eldritch syllables flowing from my mouth. Fake-me's cheeks suddenly darken intensely, her arousal clearly having been spiked violently by my casting.

Hah, take that! I immediately take advantage of the weakness caused by her explosive arousal, throwing her over and into my lap like a limp noodle as she gasps in shock.

While the fight doesn't seem to be completely out of her yet, there's a massive bulge in her pants, nearly painful looking as it threatens to burst forth.

I continue to keep her arms and tail locked down as best I can, her legs kicking and flailing around. I begin to sandwich her between my legs and face, my body taking on a U-shape, and with a smooth motion I tear open the fabric of her pants with my teeth.

I struggle intensely to keep her from wriggling herself away in the mean time, but I'm barely able to manage to ram her newly presented cock down my throat, finally keeping her from being able to scoot away.

Not having prepared myself, I nearly choke on it, feeling my throat bulge intensely with the sheer length and girth of my member. No I'm not letting this thing claim it as 'hers', it's mine!

Fake-me screams and shudders weakly with my deep-throating, her hips bucking up shortly after, forcing me completely to the base. I can feel some extremely thin hairs tickling my nose as I continue to suck, torturing her with inescapable pleasure.

I can hear a faint chuckle from the heroine as I bob my head with aggression, letting go of Fake-me's hands to wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her into my mouth fiercely. My other newly free hand travels down to the now extraordinarily wet and vulnerable folds between her legs, and being the demon I am, I have no mercy, finger-fucking her as hard as I can, the arousal doing its job perfectly as her hips buck in ecstasy under my motions.

My tongue swirls with each bob, I throw shame to the wind as my mind focuses on victory. I don't make it out unscathed myself though, I can feel my crotch throbbing from the carnal experience, the Fake-me's moans ringing sweetly in my ears, tickling the arousal building within myself.

Suddenly, her hands grab onto and tighten down on my hair firmly, having been completely lost to lust as she forces me down onto her cock repeatedly, my fingers having to resort to just wriggling and massaging due to my hand having been completely trapped between her clenching thighs as an orgasm threatens to rock through her.

I smile smugly even as I'm throat fucked by this desperate and pathetic thing, my victory having been all but assured now as she tries to needily release everything. It was a surprisingly easy battle, when all is said and done.

I can hear the heroine moaning softly from the couch, causing me to glance over, seeing her spread eagle as she fingers herself, already having undressed to enjoy the show thoroughly.

Frankly it annoys me to see her getting off, but whatever! I only have to put up with her until I get my revenge and Wrath kills her. So fine, you can enjoy yourself or whatever for now, it's not like that'll last forever...

Sour thoughts pollute my lust-tinged mind, slightly relieving the throbbing in my cock, leaving me able to focus back on pressing my tongue hard into each and every sensitive spot from the base to the tip, my tongue leaving nothing unexplored. I torture Fake-me with my utmost skill as she tenses around my fingers, her cock throbbing intensely, threatening the intensity to come.

Part of me wishes I could just stand up and rail this fake silly, but despite everything my legs remain trapped, leaving me in a conflicted and frustrated mood.

Finally, with a couple more thrusts into my throat and a whimper that builds into an intense cry, she traps me against the base of her cock as I feel a sudden warmth deeply fill me as her thighs quiver, my hands and her thighs getting drenched by the intensity of her release.

I do my best to swallow the immense amount surging from Fake-me, each pulse of the cock followed by a deep and sticky warmth shooting right into me, my fingers remaining unrelenting through it all.

Her tail twitches and spasms with each pulse of her cock, nearly escaping my entrapment a couple of times, but after a few more times she goes completely limp causing her hands to fall away from my hair.

I slowly pull my mouth off with a wet and lewd pop, and after a couple of deep breaths, I shoot a glare at the heroine to get her to signify my victory.

Before the heroine can speak, however, stars begin flashing in my vision as I begin to writhe and gasp. My body falls back as I begin to try and hump against the air, a scream of need ripping through my throat as every part of me begs to fuck until there's no tomorrow.

I can't help but grip my cock with both hands, beginning to jerk it with a blinding fervor, dragging long streaks of pre-cum from it as I nearly suffocate from the arousal, barely able to throw a glance over at Fake-me to see her giving an exhausted and satisfied, yet smug grin.

My pre-cum spreads all over my cock through my motions, only enhancing the numbing pleasure beginning to already pulse through me as I manage to jerk myself even harder, my legs for some reason finally being released, leaving me desperately thrusting into my hands.

Even the remaining rational part of my mind begs for me to finish quickly, needing to clear my thoughts to finish the battle, though that is barely a footnote in the overwhelming and primal lust of my mind, begging to throw down in an orgy right here, victory be damned.

My hands are suddenly torn away from my member, leaving me gasping and nearly begging for more, my remaining pride just barely suppressing the urge to say it.

"Oh no, look at how hard she was on her poor cock. Shouldn't there be a rule that we can't hurt ourselves either? I feel like that should deserve a punishment." Fake-me chides.

Before I can even comment on that being an incredibly stupid idea, the heroine had already locked my arms down above my head, leaving me completely vulnerable in that position, my tail helplessly trying to escape Fake-me's for some sort of freedom.

What kind of unfair fight is this when the opponent can just ask to-

My mind erupts into a blinding bliss once more, Fake-me beginning to caress my cock with no less fervor than I was, just far more gently than I was. I can't help but thrust into her hands as her fingers torture all the right places, nearly drawing a scream from my throat.

Not giving me a moment to even try to recover through my pleasure induced stupor, she frees up one hand from my cock, forcing my legs apart with her knees, her still throbbing cock already pressing at my lower lips.

A strangled cry is drawn from my throat as my pussy practically begs for the invader to plunge deep, too far gone to even try to get her to stop, an orgasm already rapidly nipping at my heels as my cock pulses out what feels like molten streaks of clear fluid.

She suddenly thrusts in what feels like a whole 8 inches and some change, having completely bottomed out within me, though not to her hilt. The lack of magic makes the tense fullness subsuming my lower half all the more unfamiliar, and all the more sickeningly sweet as I writhe in time with the desperate clenching of my inner walls.

I try to scream more as she begins thrusting vigorously, but all I can do is make choking gasps as jolts of electrical pleasure begin to overwhelm my senses, leaving pulsing tingles that all but throw all rational mind out as a mind-numbing orgasm finally hits me.

Intense spurts of white fill the air before painting both of us as she begins to rail me relentlessly, causing the waves of my orgasm to become even more suffocating.

All I can do is coat myself in wave after wave of bliss, my heart thrumming in my ears as I cum spectacularly hard, my thighs quivering and squeezing faintly to try and fruitlessly block the invader from reaming me any further.

My vision starts to blur as I feel hot droplets running down my cheeks, my hips already feeling completely numb to the onslaught. Even through everything, she continues to jerk my cock with both hands, the other having returned after she had successfully thrust in, her thumbs teasing the base of my head with vigor, practically forcing each rope of cum from me.

The heroine's voice rings out from somewhere beside us as well, her moans making my pleasure feel all the more intense as she seems to approach the peak herself.

I can feel my stomach bulge with the size and intensity of the thrusts, her cock pounding every one of my overtaxed nerves like it had owed lunch money. My arms strain weakly against the gravitic bindings to no avail as I'm forced to remain prisoner to cry out and gasp under my own form.

It's difficult to say when, but I'm brought back from my pleasure-induced fugue by another blinding flood of ecstasy, feeling an immensely large, hot, and sticky mess beginning to pierce my inner barriers. My mind is flooded with an even deeper sense of bliss as another orgasm suddenly pierces my senses ruthlessly, this time paired with the orgasm of my torturer.

The pleasure rapidly grows from lake, to sea, to ocean, causing my senses to practically melt in bliss before a comforting yet orgasmic darkness takes me.

+For the record. I knew which one was real the whole time. In fact, I was originally going to say 'Whoever gets fucked silly wins,' but I feel like that would have made it too obvious that I knew which one was Ilvia.+

(Hey, what's that supposed to mean?!)

+It means you have a habit of nearly winning, and then managing to turn your victory into a loss. ... Mostly in sex, really.+

(That's not true! I win plenty of times!)

+Against subs who can't help but cream themselves at the sight of you, sure.+

(That...)

+It's true isn't it? I see you trying to think of times it isn't.+

(It's not true!)

+Sure, sure, love. I'll get you a puppy to comfort you in your constant losses, okay?+

(I don't lose all the time!)

+Shhhh, it's okay.+

(But...)

+Shhhhhhh... Anyway, I kind of just wanted to see Ilvia fuck herself... And in the unlikely case that I liked the other one more, maybe replace her.+

(... Wait, what?)

+Oh, right, I forgot to mention that, uh... Whoops.+

(You were using that to try and see which one of us is the better Ilvia?!)

+Hey, you were kind of a pain in the ass, okay? And this one 'was' a kind of subby and docile version of you.+

(We aren't even remotely alike!)

+I mean, a demon is a demon, right?+

(That... I...)

+Hey- wait!+

(Don't talk to me! You can watch your smut alone!)

+... Ah fuck, she's actually mad this time. Uh... Maybe I went just a little too far. Someone wanna give me some ideas for making it up to her? 'Going and apologizing' is off the board for now because when she tells me not to talk to her, she really means it. ... Trust me, I've tried.+

Author's Note:

This chapter was a doozy to edit for some reason, took a total of nearly 4 hours of constant rereading.

Constantly questioning my wording choices and grammar over and over in a never-ending spiral of doubt.

I hope it was fun, though!

Next chapter we get to find out who the mysterious doppelganger is, plus some more smut.